Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 180 Catch One Get One Free
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Treanor, who was counting the hours, suddenly looked up at the clouds in the distance.

Medici noticed his change and raised his eyebrows.

"Elaine used my amulet," Traynor answered simply, "It has my spiritual imprint in it, and now it's very close, so I can feel some connection."

"Is she in danger?" Medici pushed up his sunglasses, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Is she the little witch?"

Treanor shook his head. "She didn't chant my name, not even a single word. And the spiritual imprint in the amulet wasn't triggered again. This should be a crisis she can resolve on her own."

"Won't it be solved in an instant?"

"If a strong person with a big gap in sequence with the wearer approaches with malicious intent, the amulet will react, similar to the devil's 'premonition of crisis'." As the original owner of the amulet, he is very familiar with these functions. "In that case, she should have called for help long ago."

Medici snorted in an ambiguous manner, as if he was laughing.

“I hope this bait can come in handy.” He said leisurely.

"If she's dead, then keep the news secret and find someone to replace her," Traynor replied. "I think if Elaine is dead, then Admiral Disease might lose control and expose his whereabouts first. There's no need to do this."

"As long as it works, it's a valid plan. Beyond that, you can do whatever you want."

Medici took off his sunglasses and twirled them around his fingertips. Traynor was still clacking away on his portable typewriter, writing back to the Aurora Society and the Iron Cross to report on the Red Angels' paid cruise.

After a while, they suddenly looked up at the street at the same time. A man wearing a white shirt and a jacket, who looked like he was from the Northern Continent, walked over, stopped two meters in front of their pavilion, bowed quickly, and reported:

"grown ups."

"Someone has claimed the reward for 'Find Red-haired Elaine'."

"...?"

Traynor was confused, and Medici had already laughed out a joyful laugh to mock the slap.

"Anyway, I'm faced with a choice now..." Treanor had to face reality, "First, there is an angel behind the little witch, which is beyond the detection limit of the amulet. Second, this Elaine is fake."

“The angels of the Witch Cult are not that idle. If there really are angels, then I doubt…” Trena looked at Medici and said calmly, “It is the aggregation of your Beyonder characteristics that has increased the difficulty for me.”

Medici smiled and said, "If the gathering really comes, you will also be responsible!"

“So I’m leaning towards the second one.”

As he spoke, he stood up, put the typewriter aside, and said calmly: "But whether it is true or not, as long as the bait works, it's fine."

The document was pressed under the typewriter. Treanor put it away and turned to ask the Iron Cross informant:

"Have you tracked each other?"

“We’ve tracked her down,” the man said hurriedly. “This is news from Bayam! It seems that the local resistance forces captured the red-haired Elaine who left the embassy, ​​and immediately handed her over to the person who offered the bounty.”

"They took a carriage to the private port, and then put out to sea... We could only follow them there, and we didn't dare to follow them in a boat."

"How long ago was this news?"

"One, one hour ago. The first wave of followers were discovered, so..."

The informant was sweating, but Treanor didn't blame the subordinate for reporting good news but not bad news. He asked about the location of the private port, then turned half a circle and faced the direction of Bayam.

"Go ahead." Medici waved his hand, "As long as you are alive, it's fine."

Treanor sighed resignedly, took two steps forward, and flames ignited on his body, burning off his disguise. He stepped onto the roof across the street and turned into a flaming spear that streaked across the night sky like a meteor rising from the ground.

The people around showed expressions of horror, and a few timid people were even scared to sit down on the ground. Instead, some children clapped their hands excitedly and shouted at the night sky.

The Iron Cross never hesitates to show its extraordinary abilities in front of outsiders, and tries to establish its authority by using its power to integrate and influence the world. This behavior is equivalent to him revealing his identity.

Medici also stood up from his chair and walked leisurely, preparing to go to Bayam.

He was moving very fast, and the straight-line distance between the Rorsted Islands was not too far, so he arrived at the sea area around Bayam in less than a minute.

Passing by in such a high profile was in line with the hunter's personality, but Treanor did not intend to attract the attention of the "Sea King". After a closer look and identifying the witch's breath, he soon noticed that in the shadow of a cliff in the distant sea of ​​Bayam, there was a huge sailing ship anchored, with a huge flag with white bones painted on it flying high above it.

Black Death!
All the characteristics of the sailboat are consistent with the intelligence. This is the flagship of "Vice Admiral Disease"!

Only the flagship came alone...

He raised his eyes slightly and fell on the cliff protruding above the sailboat. A shadow appeared in his palm, and the gap in the spiritual world opened. When Treanor came to the top of the cliff, he suddenly fell down, and at the same time, he pulled out a broadsword more than one meter long from the shadow in his hand.

The silver-white sword blade is as wide as an adult's palm, and its rough style and patterns are reminiscent of Feysac's style.

Boom!

He slammed heavily on the protruding tip of the cliff like a meteorite. The exploding flames swept around, drying up the roots of the plants growing in the cracks in the rocks in an instant.

The huge sword in Treanor's hand pierced deeply into the rock, leaving only the hilt exposed. A huge crack appeared horizontally, and a shuddering "crackling" sound continued to ring out. As he pulled out the long sword, the tip of the more than ten-meter cliff gradually tilted downward, and finally collapsed with a loud bang. Amid the thunderous roar, rocks with an average radius of more than one meter smashed directly towards the deck of the "Black Death" below with terrible kinetic energy!
Treanor followed and fell down. He adjusted his movements by stepping on a fallen rock in mid-air and used the force to rush downwards.

The pirates below were still unaware of the impending disaster. In the darkness, they could only hear a loud rumbling noise and guessed that a rainstorm was coming. But in just two seconds, rocks and flames rained down like rain, smashing the pirates and sailors into pulp, breaking through the deck, and shaking the entire flagship!

"Save time..." Traynor muttered.

"The cliff above collapsed—"

Nimble sailors scurried about the deck to avoid falling rocks, climbed up the sails and shouted at the top of their lungs.

As soon as he said that, a silver-white long sword split his body from top to bottom. His neck, shoulder and left arm fell to the side, and the rest of his body scattered on the ground. The oblique section showed the spine and ribs. The sailor was not dead yet. After half of his body wailed for a few seconds, the flames burned his eyes.

boom!
Trenor smashed the deck in the same way, cutting the entire ship in half!

Then he jumped lightly onto the two-thirds where the leakage was not too serious, and kicked the remaining part crookedly. The boat turned upside down and slowly sank into the water, carrying the pirates who had no time to escape.

Many pirates relied on their water skills to jump off the boat to escape, but in the dark environment they could not avoid the crisis coming from above their heads.

The landslide continued and they were soon hit by falling rocks and sank into the sea along with the rocks.

The heat wave hits the face of the living, and the fragile eyeballs are the first to burst. Then the hot air from the fire will penetrate into the mouth, burn the trachea to shrink, rush into the lungs, and make the alveoli and eyeballs explode, drying up all the blood and moisture.

However, the water content inside the human body is also very high, so it takes a long time to dry out the internal organs.

However, the hunter's fire made up for this deficiency. The spiritual fire devoured everyone, and according to the user's wishes, they were quickly transformed into black blocks or even ashes in a very short period of time, burning them cleanly, making it convenient to feed the fish with the ashes directly after the ship was destroyed and everyone died.

Being burned to death was a form of torture, but he didn't care.

Because if he was more cruel, he would consider adding water.

Treanor, holding a long sword, walked over the charred corpses. The entire upper deck of the Black Death had become a sea of ​​fire.

The hatch also turned to ashes, and a blond maid holding a weapon rushed out in front of them. The two looked at each other, and the next moment, the blond maid found herself falling to the ground, and the man who looked quite similar to Elaine had stepped over her and continued to move forward.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, wanting to alert Tracy, but no sound came out.

She struggled hard to turn around, but saw a headless corpse sitting on the ground against the wall, wearing the same skirt as her.

The blonde maid stared as her vision gradually went dark.

There was an extra drop of blood on the blade, but Treanor didn't even bother to look back at the corpse.

Admiral Disease is now a woman and likes women, so the appearance of the captain's maid means that he has approached the captain's room. At this time, the hull has been seriously tilted, and water has overflowed from the vase fixed on the table. Soon this part will sink.

Treanor found a room that sounded noisy and kicked the door open. The door frame was a bit low, so he bent down slightly to look inside and saw two girls fighting each other.

A lady in a golden-red dress with flying hems had a resolute face, her fair skin stained with blood, and she was opening her arms to embrace the sky - wasn't this the prayer gesture of the people of the Church of the Blazing Sun? - The other lady's facial features were much sharper, with a witch's unique charm, a pair of long, straight eyebrows, and attractive blue eyes.

It was very entertaining and pretty good. Treanor evaluated the fight between the two girls in his own way. He came at a good time. Both girls cast their eyes on his uninvited guest at the same time. What concerned him was that both girls had a look of "surprise" on their faces.

It turned out to be fake. Elaine would not use the "Priest of Light" trick, and the Church of the Fiery Sun would not give such an extraordinary item to a branch of the former royal family.

But useful bait is good bait, whether it is really not important -

He then looked at Tracy who was hiding in the huge ice block. When Tracy saw the red hair and green eyes that matched Elaine's, she immediately understood everything. She smiled very sadly (Treanor rolled his eyes), and then shouted in a huge voice:

"She's not Elaine!"

"She's pretending!"

"She is a coward who dares not show her true face to others!"

Treanor glanced at the fake Elaine behind him. After his eyes made the other person break out in a cold sweat, he felt that it was still interesting to tease young people.

In the two seconds when he turned his head, Tracy suddenly broke free from the cocoon of her long hair and ice, and flew towards the diamond bracelet that fell to the side. She just picked it up with her right hand, but before she could put it on, her entire right arm fell to the ground.

Her hand was still tightly clutching the bracelet.

The massive blood loss and fear made Tracy's face turn completely pale in an instant.

"It doesn't matter." She heard the strange strong man from the Soran family say to her, as if he didn't care about the fact that "Elaine was pretending to be someone else." Klein, who was hiding in the corner and wanted to escape but didn't dare to leave, was also stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of a strategy to escape.

After hearing this, he was very sure that the other party was also coming for Tracy!
In that case, you shouldn't care about a small person like me!
The floor was almost vertical, and all the furnishings in the room rolled forward. Klein grabbed the table fixed to the ground to avoid rolling down with it, but half of his body was hanging in the air, precariously.

Trenor glanced out of the porthole of the captain's room casually. He felt that a faint presence was hidden there, watching what was happening here, but it did not appear at the first time.

"Pain..." He muttered to himself, "The witch family is still so abnormal."

"Lieutenant General of Disease" is a witch of pain. Whether it is her own pain or the pain of others, it can help her understand the meaning of it more deeply.

It was painful to have the power and prestige that one had built up over the years collapse in an instant, it was painful to be betrayed by someone one trusted (trust? Trainor put a question mark here.), and it was also painful to suffer more direct physical harm...Treynor caught a glimpse of the confetti dust floating in the air, and judging from the almost flawless acting skills of the fake "Elaine", he judged that this should be a Faceless Man, and an experienced one at that.

In just a few seconds of fighting, "Lieutenant General Disease" was completely defeated. She knelt on the ground in a daze, looking at the broken arm in front of her, blood flowing out of the wound like water.

She seemed to have no reaction to the outside world, and Klein was a little scared. But then the strong man who was suspected to be Elaine's relative took a few steps in the tilted room, and the long sword in his hand directly pierced the center of an inconspicuous small round hand mirror. The mirror surface immediately broke and bled, and Tracy, who was kneeling on the ground, disappeared. A scream was heard, and Tracy appeared where the mirror was. Her abdomen was pierced by the long sword and nailed to the ground. No matter how she struggled, it was useless.

"Kill me!" she yelled.

"My life itself is a torment, and I don't want to continue living in such a twisted way!"

"Please kill me, and give me a quick death!"

The elusive charm around her was even stronger than usual, and her eyes sparkling with tears made people feel pity for her, as if they could instantly understand the heart-wrenching pain she was suffering, and her pain had reached its peak.

Treanor raised his sword, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground: "If you want to die, bite your tongue and kill yourself."

"Don't yell at me just because you're nearby."

Backer? Seeing that Tracy was provoked by this word and no longer tried to get her to kill him, but calmed down slightly and began to sob softly, Klein suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he was inadvertently dancing with a huge danger.

With a backer and strong people protecting him, why did Vice Admiral Disease fight with me until now? Why did Vice Admiral Disease suffer such serious injuries, and even all his subordinates on this ship were destroyed and killed?
He suddenly remembered the information given to him by Vice Admiral "Iceberg" Edwina Edwards:
"Vice Admiral of Disease Tracy is a witch, a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain."

At the same time, Elaine also said to him:

"She is usually quite friendly, but she is very cruel to her enemies. She likes to destroy the beauty that the other party wants to protect, making them suffer in extreme mental pain..."

Could it be that the witch's roleplaying... not only allows her to digest the potion through the pain of others, but also her own pain? That's why the strong man who protects her ignored me and didn't even show up now, just because he saw that Tracy's life was not in danger, so he used this method to make her feel "painful" and suffer, and then complete the roleplaying?
Hiss… What a horrifying and twisted path… The Sequence 9 “Assassin” is so deceptive…

The strange strong man picked up the seriously injured Tracy like a piece of cargo, and then glanced at Klein with his green eyes. Klein immediately understood what he meant and hurriedly followed him with his head lowered.

——He came to save "Elaine", so of course he had to take "Elaine" back!

I have so much pain that I can't say it... Sir... At least let me change my clothes... Klein forced a smile but was grabbed by the other party. He thought that digesting the potion this time was really worth it. Then he felt himself flying into the air, and in the blink of an eye he was in the air.

Klein looked down and found that Tracy was also looking down. They both looked in the direction of the Black Death and saw that the ship was upside down with the stern raised high. It was burning with flames and slowly sinking like a torch.

The sea was littered with scattered burning wreckage, but there was not a single survivor.

...Alas... I don't know if there are any documents or records about the Balam Empire and the God of Death in it... I just burned it with a fire... I didn't get anything except the digestive potion tonight... Klein emptied his mind and admired the night sky calmly.

Then he saw Tracy glare at him and then turn her head away fiercely.

The Red of War's mind link sent a message about Bayam's hotel address, and Trena withdrew the flames in mid-air, put away the sword, and landed at the port next to the address without making too much noise.

A few minutes later, he entered the house from the balcony and threw the two girls into the room.

Klein looked up, and the cold sweat that had been dried by the wind suddenly broke out again.

Evil spirit!

The one sitting on the chair in the room turned out to be the evil spirit that he and Sharon had seen in the underground ruins of the Fourth Epoch!

Tracy fell to the carpet, looking hopeless. The strange strong man stepped over her and walked straight towards the red-haired evil spirit:
"I have brought the person here and also sent out hints for negotiation. I estimate that the other party will arrive soon."

“I also answered Elaine’s prayer to come to this place.”

"I hope you brought back my unfinished form?"

Klein was confused for a few seconds due to fear and overspeed thinking, as if he saw a worker in modern society.

"I brought it back." The red-haired evil spirit yawned and glanced at the fake Elaine without disguising, "There is no trace of Sauron's blood... The disguise is very good, and the plan is also very good. If you are a little more ruthless, you have the potential to be a conspirator."

"What a pity it should be a little faceless man. He is very courageous to break into a pirate ship alone!"

Klein had an awkward smile on his face. He had nothing to say, so he lowered his head and pretended to be a decoration with Tracy.

Treanor found his typewriter and forms in the corner. He was not surprised to find that his unfinished reply letter reporting the Red Angel's schedule and the amount of embezzlement was missing. Some ashes fell from the documents. Treanor was calm and planned to write another one: "You are responsible for the negotiations. If there is nothing else, I will start working first."

Medici waved his hand and said, "I think I can arrange a shift for you. Otherwise, it would be too much trouble for you to do all the work."

"If you don't ask me to leave Intis, I have at least five assistants who can help me now."

Treanor shrugged, sat down at the table in the back, put down his typewriter and began to write a new letter: "But thank you for the pie."

Drawing cakes... Klein almost couldn't hold it in. A name began to repeat in his mind: Emperor Roselle... Emperor Roselle... Emperor Roselle...

Medici asked with great interest: "Drawing cakes?"

Treanor stopped talking and concentrated on typing, and the room suddenly became quiet.

TBC
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Fairy Tale Magic: Draw a pie to make yourself feel less hungry.

If it really exists, it may become an essential fairy tale magic for marching. Although you don’t really eat, you will be full spiritually.

(End of this chapter)