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

Chapter 181 Gray Fog
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Medici was not disappointed when he saw that he did not answer, and just thought it was a slang he did not know.

"All right."

He turned his head back to the two girls, one lying and one sitting on the carpet, and said, "First, you, little witch."

"What's your elder's name?"

After being asked this question, Tracy, who had been pretending to be dead, slowly opened her eyes and struggled to support her body with her one arm.

Her expression was sad and resolute, revealing a beauty that was completely different from her previous strength.

During this process, Klein couldn't look away several times, and almost couldn't help but reach out to help her up. He secretly smacked his lips. The witch, who was always in a charming state, was really breathtaking in every move.

"I..." Tracy bit her lip and lowered her head. Her long black hair fell down in disarray, covering her face tightly.

"my mother……"

Medici burst out laughing, and as he did so he motioned to the horrified Tracy to continue.

Tracy's head was lowered so low that it almost touched the ground, which made people suspect that the high-sequence in the adjacent passage could also convey a strong deterrent.

"My mother...is named...Catherine Pelle." She stammered. With Medici's uncontrollable laughter just now, she seemed to have let go of something and felt a little more relaxed. Her speech became much more fluent.

"She is very strong, many times stronger than me, and she doesn't seem to age. She also has a very high position in the, uh, sect, second only to a few high-ranking people I have never met."

Medici did not comment on what the little witch said. He turned around and patted the table behind him, causing Trener, who was typing, to raise his head and asked him:

"Did you bring anything back?"

Treanor did not speak. A small shadow ran out from his shadow. Riel was holding a half-eaten female arm in his mouth. He looked at Medici resentfully, then stretched out his claws to scratch Treanor's trouser leg and said indistinctly:

"So this isn't a snack for me?!"

"Yes. It can be," Traynor said. "Give me that bracelet."

Riel's frown finally relaxed, and he ran back to the shadow with the bloody arm in his mouth. A few seconds later, a diamond bracelet was thrown out of Treanor's shadow and fell on the carpet.

The two hunters stared at each other for three seconds. After a round of intense eye contact and competition to see who was lazier, Trena bent down, reached out, picked up the bracelet, and handed it to Medici.

Cat...? Because the image of half an arm floating in the air was too bizarre and terrifying, Klein couldn't help but use his clairvoyance.

He secretly glanced at the talking cat a few times. Not counting the demon dog, this was the first time he saw an extraordinary creature that could communicate normally and travel freely in the spiritual world. He felt very curious and immediately thought of Miss Justice's pet dog who accidentally ate a magic potion.

Medici took the diamond bracelet and found an extremely hidden brand inside.

Just when He decided to trigger the brand first, a faint spirituality suddenly came from the brand.

"Your witch mother really cares about you." The Red Angel played with the bracelet for a while, put it aside, and said to Tracy, "Okay, you stay aside, the next one is you - Little Faceless Man."

"Thank you..." Tracy weakly moved to the side and fell on the carpet.

Klein, who was named, suddenly became alert.

"I am not interested in your purpose, but your courage and recklessness are worth seeing." Medici held his chin and said, "You have contributed to the completion of the plan, and I am not someone who does not distinguish between rewards and punishments. Show your true colors, and I will consider whether to spare your life based on your attitude."

Klein fell silent.

He was silent for nearly ten seconds. Time seemed to suddenly become extremely slow, and the air in the room became increasingly heavy.

The typewriter stopped. This was not a difficult request, and was even quite lenient, even a bit lenient. However, the faceless man did not act immediately, which made the other two people look at him.

"What?" Medici's voice became somewhat dangerous. "Do you want to disobey orders?"

This...if you burn me into a ball of charcoal right now, maybe I will feel better...Klein felt a little amused and his scalp was tingling. He had finally overcome his inner shame and put on a skirt half an hour ago. Now he had to overcome his shame once again and appear in front of so many people with the face of "German Sparrow" in a skirt...Oh my God...what is going on!
Suddenly, he closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and stroked "Elaine's" face.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the soft lines of Elaine's pretty and petite face began to become tough and masculine.

Tsk, he is indeed a man... Elaine, did you really betray me for him? No, maybe you were forced... Tracy turned her head away in disgust.

Treanor thought that at least one of the two girls must be real, but it turned out that they were both fake. He felt very bored and continued to type on the keyboard. He sorted out the written letters, bound them together, and secretly offered them to the Aurora Society.

"Elaine's" frame grew larger, stretching her golden-red dress precariously, with the straps tied tightly around her waist.

The soft red hair shrank back and turned black from the roots, and the beautiful green eyes also became dark. In just over ten seconds, the soft red-haired Elaine turned into a tall, broad-shouldered, cold and serious man.

Medici pursed his lips again and again, and finally burst into a laugh that almost blew the roof off, causing the passengers upstairs and downstairs to lean out of the windows to see if anyone had set off a firecracker.

Calm down, calm down, think about the character of German Sparrow, think about playing...

Klein took a deep breath. He had blushed once before when he was changing clothes, and now he felt a little relieved. The remaining red on Elaine's face quickly faded. He pursed his lips tightly, his expression solemn, and entered the state of a "crazy adventurer".

Klein felt a little embarrassed when he saw himself in this image wearing a skirt, but he was just uncomfortable. He didn't want to dig a hole and bury himself there. The two breakthroughs made him feel that he had found the true meaning of "Faceless Man" - the best way to eliminate shame is to face it directly. As long as I don't show embarrassment, others will be embarrassed!

This is not to say that he gradually fell in love with similar things, but in the process of disguise to overcome the mental barriers, his self-consciousness became detached to a certain extent, as if his soul had flown out of his body. He looked down calmly at "Elaine" wearing women's clothes, and even looked at German Sparrow negotiating with people in a skirt with a cold face. He believed that this was a necessary means for a mission, or a way to save his life, and that there was nothing shameful or strange about it.

In short, he gave up thinking.

There is nothing vulgar or shameful here. On one hand, there is the God's perspective across the screen with a detached attitude, and on the other hand, people are acting seriously and living out the plot. The two are perfectly integrated and indistinguishable from each other. There will be no psychological or cognitive barriers caused by playing a game.

This is the "faceless" state that I want!
You can pretend to be anyone but yourself.

While integrating into the role and trying your best to act, you should also detach yourself from emotions, examine the situation calmly, and through little by little comparisons, recognize yourself and find your truest self!
“Both integrating and withdrawing… This is the practical application of the Faceless Man’s most important rule.” Klein suddenly calmed down, with the remaining shame and the changed mentality coexisting.

He examined himself with a detached attitude, like someone playing a role-playing game, and carefully looked for areas where he was not good enough.

As he was thinking, he noticed that Tracy was looking at him with complicated eyes.

Hermann turned his head calmly and said to her without changing his expression:

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant General of Disease."

You'd better think of this as "a crazy adventurer who can use any means to fulfill his mission"... Klein, who was hiding in his shell, thought silently, and further intimidated the other party with his eyes.

What a horrible person... He even disregarded his own image. No wonder he had the courage to come to my ship alone to assassinate me, and he almost succeeded... Tracy looked away in fear and discomfort.

"He hasn't forgotten to act even now, and he's even found some feeling for it. That's pretty good." Medici said half-praisingly and half-sarcastically, then turned around and asked Trena, "Is he a member of the secret society?"

"I just cooperate with them more often. The Secret Order has no obligation to report their mid-sequence members to me."

Trainor replied: "But I haven't seen him, and he doesn't seem to know me, so that shouldn't be the case."

Is this a strong man from the Soran family who works closely with the Secret Society? Yes, the intelligence department, the Soran family controls the intelligence department... Klein suddenly thought of the ambassador and Rosago. Under German's calm surface, the fortune teller Klein was sweating profusely.

Besides, it's fine for me, but don't any of you think that I look terrible in this outfit? ! Don't any of you think that I should change my clothes?

However, none of them suspected that the face of "German" was also fake. Klein took the risk and succeeded in hiding his true identity.

If there really are blind pirates spreading rumors like "German Sparrow is a pervert", it will be impossible to clear it up even if I jump into the Five Seas, and it has nothing to do with me, Klein Moretti!
After waiting for a while, and seeing that no one was willing to speak, Klein gritted his teeth and let his flesh and blood move, forming a normal outer garment under the skirt. Then, he reached out and tore off the straps around his waist, taking the skirt off himself.

Very good, no one cares... Klein felt that the progress of digesting the potion was rising like a rocket, and most of it had been digested tonight.

"Maybe he's a hidden member." Treanor glanced at Germann again and said casually, "He plays his role very well."

Medici nodded in approval and suddenly asked, "What is your faith?"

Klein thought carefully, but found that he couldn't figure out the purpose of the other party's question, so he replied, "Goddess of Night."

"Him? Okay..."

Medici whispered, and suddenly sneered: "Boy, I suddenly don't want to keep your life."

His original intention was just to scare the faceless man opposite to see how he would react, or to find a way to use his eloquence to convince himself to spare his life, but he didn't expect that at this moment there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound and rhythm formed a code - the real Elaine had arrived.

Medici deliberately exposed a flaw and looked towards the door. Just when everyone in the house was temporarily attracted by the knock on the door, Hermann suddenly dodged and stepped back. His steps were very big, and after taking four steps back, he just fell off the balcony!

"Not bad..." Medici was just about to praise him again when he suddenly saw a thin gray mist flash past where the Faceless Man fell. The Red Angel suddenly stood up, turned into a gust of hot wind and instantly came to the balcony.

He jumped down, grabbed the balcony railing with one hand and reached down with the other hand, just in time to grab Klein's collar!
He entered Sefirah Castle the moment he fell, grabbed Azik's copper whistle and left, then returned to the real world the moment he landed, blew the whistle and ran for his life - Klein's life-and-death escape plan was cruelly interrupted by Medici. When he returned to the real world, he immediately felt difficulty breathing, as if he was hanging himself, with Azik's copper whistle tightly clenched in his hand.

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When Elaine walked in, she immediately saw Trenor, her great-great-grandfather. She saluted hastily, and then saw Lieutenant General of Disease lying on the carpet in the living room, his right arm missing, and his breath barely fading.

Elaine's face turned pale and she was in a complicated mood. Tracy looked at her with sad eyes. She hesitated for a long time but still couldn't beg for mercy. Instead, she chose to sit aside and stopped looking at her.

At this moment, a red-haired man suddenly climbed in from the balcony, holding a young man with frowned brows who couldn't break free. Elaine and the young man looked at each other coincidentally, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the young man's cold and ruthless eyes.

It was him... She immediately thought of the coachman.

The red-haired man dragged the young man to the living room, frowned at Elaine and the half-dead Tracy, and then said to Treanor, who was slacking off and playing with the cat after finishing his work:

"I'm going to the living room. I have something to tell him."

"You watch them." Traynor nodded, then watched the Red Angel walk past him, enter the house and slam the door.

In the living room.

Medici threw Klein to the empty space in the room, and Klein stood firm with his exquisite control over his body.

The Red Angel glanced at the whistle in Klein's hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly smiled:
"Oh it's you."

"You audacious little brat, you still dare to show your fake face to others?"

Klein sighed and activated the nesting doll technique. Gehrman Sparrow's face slowly moved and soon turned into Sherlock Moriarty.

Sherlock's face is very similar to mine. It can be understood as what I would look like with a beard... This is not a disguise... Klein secretly argued for himself.

"The grey mist is the same as the mist barrier that separates the eastern and western continents. Is he the one the Lord is waiting for? Or could he be someone behind him?"

The two of them had their own thoughts, and Medici spoke first:
"Did you come from behind the fog of the East Continent?"

Klein was puzzled by this confusing question and shook his head honestly, not wanting to say more and expose himself.

"Who is the person behind you?"

Hearing this question, Klein was in a trance and returned to the day when he confessed to Mr. Azik.

It is extremely unwise to play tricks in front of a strong person. If the other party asks you to pray to the great being "The Fool", the lie will be exposed. Klein tried his best to remain calm and said:

“There’s no one behind me but myself.”

Medici stroked his chin and pondered for a moment. Klein suddenly felt as if his head was on fire, and a scorching will connected to his mind. He seemed to have suddenly arrived at an extremely open place, and his mind was connected to many places.

After a moment, the fiery spirit drove him out again.

"You're not lying."

Medici frowned: "Your answer means nothing to me... I have to let the Lord come to see you."

After saying that, “He” began to pray regardless of Klein’s reaction. Medici stared at Klein and said:

"The Lord who created everything,"

"The master behind the veil of shadows,"

Fuck... Isn't this the honorific title of the "True Creator"! Is this a strong man from the Aurora Society?! Klein almost swore.

They are hunters... the powerful hunters of Intis... There is also an organization in the world that believes in the "True Creator", the Iron Cross! I have fallen in front of the "True Creator"!
"The fallen nature of all living beings."

Medici watched Klein's expression change constantly, like a colorful revolving lantern, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

"Lord, I met a man on the sea who was covered in the same gray mist as the seal of the East Continent."

"He is Sequence 6 of the 'Fortune Teller' Path."

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As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly became dim, shadows and gloomy atmosphere swallowed up the light, and Medici was like a candle emitting a faint glow.

The spiritual power swirled in the spacious living room. Klein couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body. He worriedly wondered if he could be resurrected normally if he was contaminated or killed by the evil god.

No... At least one thing is certain: I will become a believer of the "True Creator," just like the people in the Aurora Society. I don't know if Sefirah Castle can do anything to change my perception of me... Klein felt bitter.

A pair of scarlet eyes opened in mid-air, first looking at Medici, and then instantly fell on Klein.

Under the gaze of a true god, Klein felt his body trembling violently and uncontrollably. His face began to move again, and his beard disappeared, transforming into the real "Klein Moretti."

Medici grunted.

Then, Klein's spirits suddenly rose, and the scene before him changed. He saw layers of curtains with mysterious patterns. If Klein looked at those patterns carefully, he would feel a headache.

Behind the curtain, a blurry figure was facing him.

The figure spoke first, his voice heavy and solemn: "Who are you?"

"I'm Klein Moretti." He suddenly realized that he couldn't control his mouth, and said out loud all the thoughts that came to his mind after this question, "I'm Zhou Mingrui, I'm not from this world..."

Klein was horrified. He immediately stopped thinking after saying this, and the sound also stopped at the same time.

"Chinese? I see..."

Klein's pupils shrank suddenly: "You..."

The pair of feet behind the shadow curtain moved closer to him, and Klein could almost see the vague outline of a person.

The figure suspected to be the evil god "True Creator" asked again:

"Do you know what the gray fog represents?"

Klein's mouth moved again: "I know it's called Sefirah Castle, and it seems to be a high-sequence item related to the Fortune Teller's Path."

"Who told you this name? Dark Night? Or the one who calls himself Tianzun?"

"Someone who calls himself the Supreme? I have never seen such a person." Klein also expressed his doubts. "It's Azik Eggers."

The figure was silent for a while, as if thinking:
"How did you wake up?"

"Wake up?" Klein answered these strange questions one by one. He felt that they were very strange, but they seemed to hide the secret of his time travel. In addition, the "True Creator" understood his language just now, and a terrifying idea came into his mind.

"I was resurrected in the body of Klein Moretti, who lost control and committed suicide while studying Antigonus's notes..."

"Have you met anyone else like you?"

"I've met... Edward Vaughn."

"Him?" The evil god's voice showed a slight fluctuation. "Does He know you?"

“I know…” Klein said stiffly, “I was killed by Him once, but I was resurrected…”

"You can be resurrected? How many times have you been resurrected?"

“Twice… once…” Klein’s scalp tingled, “The True Creator descended and was killed by Ince Zangwill, and once he was killed by Edward Vaughn…”

After a while, the evil god said, "Your awakening is also a resurrection. You can be resurrected once more."

"Use your life with caution. Your fate is crueler than you think. If necessary, you can recite my name."

Wait! What does this mean! Can I still be a God-favored One in the Aurora Society?! Klein was so shocked that he almost opened his mouth to speak. He suddenly felt dizzy and was thrown out of this dark space. He saw Medici greet him.

Inside the Aurora Society's base, the real Creator sat on the sofa, his expression so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it.

He read in ancient Hermetic language: "Edward Vaughn!"

"No!"

"Arkatulia Winter!"

"You have seen the man with Sefirah! You killed The Fool! But you hid this from me!"

A few seconds later, Edward's voice floated into the ears of the True Creator:

"You didn't ask."

"Besides, this happened before the big smog, and I was still in the enemy camp at that time. Isn't it natural to conceal some intelligence?"

His voice changed, and the malice and impatience in his words emerged again:
"Did you tell him this is Earth?"

"If you can't bear it, do you want me to help you?"

The True Creator snorted coldly: "This is our business, you don't need to intervene."

"In this matter, I will help Klein just as I prevented you from entering the abyss if you want to hurt him."

"IMHO--"

The Outer God's voice lengthened.

"——If you really want to protect him, then take Sefirah Castle and his fate away from him. If Klein is not the heir of the Celestial Lord, I naturally have no reason to kill him. This is the fundamental reason."

"How about that, my friend?"

TBC
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