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

Chapter 186 Disputes and Intelligence

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"What about the little girl?"

"Elaine left by boat this morning and went to the port of Firlon to meet with the local members."

"I thought you were going to take her."

"I have no interest in educating a child, and there is no need for her to be trained as a hunter."

"Oh." Medici, who was folding his arms and watching Trena sort out the action report, narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He found a topic of interest and asked without minding the trouble:
"When you were a child, how did your elders evaluate you?"

Treanor paused for a moment while stapling the report, and then the clicking sound of the stapler continued. He spoke in a nostalgic tone:

"I was born with Sequence 9. After all, my mother was only Sequence 6 at the time. This is the most stable sequence she could give me."

Medici whistled: "The starting point is not high."

"It's very low," Traynor corrected. "No child in this branch of the family has had a birth rate lower than 7 in three generations. It's been there since I was born."

"As a result, you have now become one of the only two war bishops of the Soran family. The talent and bloodline that the Soran family is so proud of have not been shown in you at all." Medici took out a cigarette, held it upright and tapped it on the table a few times. He lit the cigarette and burned it for a few seconds before taking a puff and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Why doesn't Soran come out and speak? Ha, a son of the devil recognized by the ancestors."

Treanor gave Him a strange look and said, "Why do you suddenly have nothing better to do than to provoke me? You could use this time to make a plan."

"At least wait until the Lord takes back the power of the angels, so that he can rebuild a body for me that can withstand the power of the Angel King."

Medici said leisurely: "My current container can only carry one sequence three and one sequence two. What's the point of holding sequence one?"

"Please become a god as soon as possible," said Traynor, "so that you don't have to exploit a little saint like me."

"You seem to be accepting your family well."

"At least I don't mind."

"It seems that you are also proud of your talents."

"...Maybe." Traynor thought, "My mother married for love, and my father gave me shelter and taught me by example how a weak person like me with an awkward background can be respected."

"Apart from being alive, I have no complaints about my life so far."

Medici held the cigarette between two fingers and teased: "It doesn't sound like your father is a 'cold-blooded' person."

Trena is only Sequence Three, which is not the minimum standard to know about the pollution of the starry sky, so naturally he cannot know the doomsday and the truth.

Medici mentioned it casually, and saw him nod in disapproval.

"My mother said that when I was a child, my father always called me 'family'." Treanor shrugged and packed up everything. He burned all the items he had used and touched in the past few days, and skillfully left no mystical clues. "It was not until I could speak that He gradually called me 'child'. Perhaps I am no different from those things He created with blood..."

His words stopped abruptly.

"It's windy," he said.

The Red Angel nodded, looking very calm: "It's going to thunder soon."

"Yon Kottmann?"

A flame rose from Medici's fingertips, burning the half-smoked cigarette to ashes: "Angel of the Storm."

"That's Gad II," Traynor said. "It's the exact route back from Banshee."

The document in his hand quickly caught fire, and the contents were memorized in his mind.

The long windbreaker on the hanger automatically floated up and flew towards him. As soon as the coat landed on him, Treanor's face changed rapidly: his deep facial features became soft and plain, his hairband turned into flames and drifted away, his shoulder-length red hair turned black and shorter, and his height quickly shrank a lot. He became shorter and wider at the same time, and he became a man with the appearance of the Northern Continent that can be seen everywhere.

Medici fumbled around on his head for a few times and turned a switch behind his ear. His face opened along the cross lines on his face and turned inside out, revealing a completely different face.

After both of them completed the relatively simple disguise, Trena clasped one hand together, creating a shadow on the palm of his hand. Two seconds later, a talisman appeared in his palm, and a faint blue flame began to burn.

"Malicious perception"!
"That's right... The malice came from Gad II. He has an absolute advantage at sea, so he brought no one else but a sealed item, but I don't know what it is..." Trena narrowed his eyes slightly and read more information from his spirituality. "He planned to force us out of Bayam and launch an attack when the dark clouds gathered. Who discovered our whereabouts?"

Medici stroked his chin, the image of the young faceless man flashing through his mind.

This shouldn't be the case... He is the Lord's favored one... If this kid is really so ignorant of the current situation, I must have a good talk with the Lord when I return, and bring him back first to listen to the Lord's oracle for a few days before letting him go!
Katerina? To get revenge on us? That's possible, but it would also expose her, which is not wise...

Medici pondered for a moment and made a conclusion: "Leave the sea first, or it will be a meal."

Having said that, He was about to go to the spirit world to check out the situation. If there was a chance, it would be most convenient to go through the spirit world.

At this moment, Treanor suddenly spoke:

"and many more!"

"You can't go to the spirit world!"

"There are in the spirit world——"

He was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly, a bottomless black color slowly appeared in his green eyes.

“…What is that…”

"Wake up!" Medici also suddenly felt his mind shaken, and a vague feeling descended from above. The surrounding sky quickly became dark, and stars flickered faintly in the distance. He immediately understood and shouted, ending Trena's sudden trembling and loss of consciousness. The flame of the talisman in his hand burned more fiercely, but Medici no longer needed its reminder.

Because the enemy's attack has begun!

"…What is that…" Trena's expression was grim, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. "Who is that? A stranger? A human? Why would a little kid like me talk to a tree-like monster?"

… Medici suddenly had some mischievous thoughts, but he was not qualified to know the truth. He showed the reliable and steady side of a senior and angel, and said in a cold voice:

"That was a disaster. It made you see some horrible things."

"What is there in the spirit world?"

"Wolf, an eight-legged wolf with a human face wandering around, a mythical creature of the night, I don't know who it is."

Treanor calmed down a little. "The disaster of the Church of Darkness? Their diocese is inland, and they came so quickly. It seems that your identity has been exposed. Could you take the responsibility to attract the main firepower and let me, an insignificant saint, quickly leave the battlefield with angels?"

"Can you get away by yourself? With that cat? Are you really not willing to make a move?"

"It's just a joke. I don't really intend to be a deserter."

It was unknown who the saint from the Church of Night was, but it was known that encountering an angel passing through a storm at sea was already very troublesome, and it would be even more troublesome if there was also an angel interfering with guerrilla warfare. The involvement of the Church of Night made Medici feel that things were becoming a little confusing. Logically speaking, it was normal for the storm angels, who were his mortal enemies, to arrive quickly, but it was very strange that the Church of Night actually dispatched at the same time!

The hotel was on fire, but it was quiet all around, not even a single person was calling for help.

"Something's wrong...something's wrong. There must be some reason behind it."

"Big Snake, if only Big Snake was here, it would be great. With just a little bit of misfortune, Big Snake's good luck could kill him!"

Perhaps it was a disaster, Medici just felt uncomfortable all over, and he was filled with hatred when he thought of Ouroboros who was still missing in the God-forsaken Land.

Treanor flipped through his inventory of spells: "'Mass Curse', 'Area Fear', 'Mass Extreme Emotion Detonation', five different 'Blood Curse', 'Follower Pollution Creation', 'Death Announcement'... and a Sequence One 'Land of Sin'."

——His wealth was so great that even the Red Angel was astonished.

At the same time, Riel sent a message that the human-faced wolf blocking the spirit world had left, as if inviting them to the spirit world. At this moment, the sky over Bayam had completely darkened, and the dark clouds completely blocked out every ray of sunlight, just like the night at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

The two turned into flames and advanced in the shadows of the evacuated Bayam Street. Medici thought quickly:
"First, throw the least valuable but most difficult to handle one to find out what the sealed object in Feng Bao's hand is."

"It's inconvenient. There's no one here."

The devil's power is most terrifying only when there are people around. Bayam is strangely quiet now. There are no materials or humans to use. It's as if... Trena suddenly said, "Are we dreaming?"

Medici shook his head. "I didn't feel it. Unless it was done by Dark Night himself, there is no way I would not have noticed it."

"It's only been a few hours, it's impossible for people to be evacuated that quickly."

"So I asked you to cast the spell," Medici said, "maybe there is something..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized, "This is a miracle! Hundreds of thousands of people disappeared in a few hours. Miracles are more likely to happen than psychological suggestion or fraud! If they were here, there would be no need to go around in this way. I know what the seal they brought is."

He looked at Trena with confidence:
"Next, listen to my arrangements."

……

Klein and Azik walked side by side. They left Bayam last night after Klein submitted the letter of denunciation, and now they were on another nearby island.

It was too dark, so Klein lit the gas lamp in the room. It was not yet time for breakfast when he suddenly saw a raging flame rising from under the dark clouds of Bayam. It seemed as if a sword had split the sea of ​​clouds in the middle! The flames evaporated the rain clouds, and the sunlight was revealed for a moment before being blocked again.

Azik walked up to him and they both looked up, only to see flames pouring down in the dark sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and there were faint rumbling sounds of thunder.

The Church of Storms really took action... Klein was stunned.

Azik sighed and said, "Klein. Actually, this may not be effective. War is not determined by one person's will."

“I know, Mr. Azik, I know.” Klein couldn’t help but feel depressed. “But even if it’s postponed for a while…”

The two of them continued to watch, but they saw the flames continue, the thunder rumbled, and some power erupted that made Klein feel spiritually shocked.

He saw with his own eyes that many figures appeared in Bayam, where there should have been no one. People came and went in a hustle and bustle, living freely under the power of the angels. Stars appeared, and there seemed to be singing accompanied by the waves and the sound of the wind. Occasionally, a huge monster's body would crash through the building, and it could touch the dark clouds by raising its arms. But as soon as it showed its scales and claws, it was struck by thunder and let out a terrifying scream.

Just as Klein was thinking about what kind of creature this monster belonged to, suddenly a huge alien head fell from the sky, turned into a burning fireball, and rolled into the city.

Then, the entire Bayam began to bleed, and the rain cloud began to shake, as if a fierce battle was taking place inside.

There was a strange fog rising from where the fireball landed, as if isolating all mystical explorations, and a silver-white sword light flashed.

Suddenly, a torrential rain fell from Bayam, and something like an octopus tentacle fell from the clouds.

Bayam seemed to exist in two battlefields, one in the sky and one on the ground. After a while, the fighting on both sides seemed to have become much quieter, but more and more blood was pouring out from all over Bayam, quickly dyeing the entire sea red. There was a strong attraction coming from the sea of ​​blood, and Klein almost felt that the blood in his body was also going to take his body there. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, and there was always an urge to jump off.

A terrifying aura descended, and a violent and chaotic muttering suddenly broke out, and then the entire Bayam disappeared into thin air.

After a long time, everything returned to calm. The sea of ​​blood, monsters, fog, and flames all disappeared, leaving only the empty Bayam reappearing, and the dark clouds in the sky remained the same as before.

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The angel-level conflict came to an end. Azik, who had witnessed it all, had a vague look in his eyes and a slightly furrowed brow, as if he had retrieved something from his shattered memories. He placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, and the layers of color flew away. An indescribable transparent figure disappeared into the distance. Klein's spirituality was suddenly touched, and he felt like he was traveling through the spirit world again.

A moment later, they were in a valley that stretched along the river, with fertile fields, manors and towns that were very typical of Loen.

Klein looked around and found that the place where he was standing was a dark cemetery that had been abandoned for a long time.

"Mr. Azik..." he called out in confusion.

Azik walked to a grave with a broken stone tablet and covered with weeds, and said in a low voice: "I remembered something again."

"I once told you that in one of my dreams, in one of my lives, I had a daughter with smooth black hair who liked to sit on the swing I built with my own hands and ask me for candy."

"Now I can finally understand the wonderful feeling when traveling through the spirit world. It is the call from my blood."

Klein was infected by the other party's emotions and asked calmly:
"This is her..."

Azik nodded, squatted down, and stroked the half of the tombstone. His bronze face showed tenderness, sadness, and confusion:
“This is her grave.”

"If I remember correctly, she has been dead for nine hundred and twenty-six years..."

926 years... Klein wanted to say something, but the long time interrupted him.

If the major churches had not forced the dead to be buried in cemeteries and have a certain degree of supervision, and if there had not been no all-out war since the Fifth Age, this grave and tombstone would have been nowhere to be found.

A person's life only lasts a few decades, and this is nine hundred and twenty-six years.

The abandoned cemetery was quiet for a while. Azik stood up again and grabbed Klein's shoulders:
"I'll take you back first."

After traveling through the spirit world for a few minutes, Klein saw the white sheets and brown floor again.

Azik pressed his hat and said solemnly:
"I continue my journey, and you continue your adventure."

Klein nodded and was about to speak when he saw Mr. Azik curl his lips and smiled:
"Were you worried that I would become an evil person like a witch after I regained all my memories?"

Without waiting for Klein to answer, Azik sighed and said:
"I'm worried, too."

"But I want to find myself more."

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After personally blocking the powerful members of the Church of Evernight who arrived later and successfully helping Medici escape from Bayam, the True Creator scratched his hair in confusion inside the Aurora Society's base.

"How was Medici discovered?"

"Klein?"

"Why did he do this... I clearly showed my kindness, was it Kuroyoru's instruction?"

"But there is no reason for Dark Night to do this. Isn't a war what they all need?"

At this moment, His eyes suddenly fixed, and the mystical shadow curtains fell layer by layer, hiding Him behind the layers. The breath of the true Creator suddenly became extremely dim and could not be observed.

After a while, a sigh came from behind the curtain:
"The chain reaction of Medici's escape..."

"Heh, secretive, true god level. I just suppressed my divine reaction to the minimum and disguised myself as an ordinary saint. As long as Hei Ye doesn't see it with his own eyes, he shouldn't notice this small difference."

"It's better to delay it for a while. The current situation is not chaotic enough. It would be dangerous to expose yourself rashly."

After all, Dark Night has been cooperating with his half body all along, and it seems that he has laid a rather large net. The real creator is unwilling to use his own life to test the illusory "friendship" between Dark Night and himself. Belonging to the same past era will not be treated preferentially. On the contrary, the attachment to the past, the courage to protect important people, and the trust in fellow countrymen are absolutely powerful cards in the hands of the ruthless gods.

The True Creator initially wondered why Dark Night did not take action to stop the three traitors at the Banquet of Betrayal, but after thinking about it carefully, He suddenly realized that Dark Night had no reason to help Him. Instead, His death would truly benefit other gods!
If His current way of thinking was not slightly more human, He would never have doubted such things.

He was a little overwhelmed:
"Anyway, it's good that you found me... But don't follow the clues and involve the Outer Gods."

"He can't wait to be beaten. It would be bad if He was truly threatened."

Thinking of the Outer Gods, the True Creator’s head grew even bigger.

"He doesn't mind me using various reasons to hinder His actions. This is strange..."

"No, 'bound by a true god'? Does this also count as playing 'the bound one'?!"

TBC
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Storm saw the gemstone mural first, but Storm didn’t say anything.

Hei Ye received a report from Klein, and Medici's escape made him doubt the truth, so he tried to test it.

The fact that Zhen Zao has partially recovered his rationality is about to be exposed.

(End of this chapter)