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

Chapter 188 Going their separate ways
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Without the obstruction of his nosy colleagues, Trenor easily entered the storage room where the Red Angel's spare containers were stored using his own identity.

The pipelines were densely packed, and all kinds of equipment were operating normally. In the room that had a sense of technology, but not entirely, the limbs, body, and head were all sealed behind the spiritual wall in different ways.

Treanor was familiar with the assembly method, but he still took out the instruction manual and took a look. Medici came out from the wall and looked at it with interest behind him, but then lost interest in the messy handwriting:
"I was gone for a little while, and the storm disappeared. Where's that octopus tentacle? You roasted it and ate it without even calling me."

"We can extract several potion ingredients from it. I'll hand it over to the Pilgrimage Sect."

"There is a Storm Path in the Pilgrimage Cult?"

"There's a demigod who might roast the octopus tentacles and eat them."

"She?" Medici stroked his chin and floated to an empty box by the wall and sat down. "She sounds like an interesting person."

Treanor slapped open the spiritual wall at hand, took out the upper torso inside, laid it flat on the workbench, and opened the flexible buckles at the metal spine, shoulders, and neck. As these small restrictions were opened, the other parts in the room immediately began to respond to each other. The arm placed in the metal box with glass moved, and the palm pressed against the glass, and the muzzle in the middle looked like an eye.

The War Bishop stretched out his hand and knocked on the glass, and the hand immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.

After warning the restless body parts, Trainor casually responded: "She is indeed an interesting person."

"Her last name used to be Courtman."

Having successfully aroused Medici's interest with a piece of gossip, and then giving him a look that said "You wouldn't be interested in these gossips, would you?", Treanor pretended not to notice the angry and amused expression on Medici's face, and turned around to take both arms and the head out of the sealed box.

The head was still in its original form, covered with a special gelatin. Medici didn't waste any time, and after Treanor pressed the head on, he laid it directly on the workbench and integrated it into the half-assembled container.

Under the influence of spiritual power, the colloid immediately evolved into an outer membrane with a skin-like texture, covering the exposed metal gums and nose bridge. A glimmer of light flashed through the thin membrane in the empty eye sockets. Medici blinked, confirmed the vision, and raised his hand to make an OK gesture.

Click! Click!
Treanor then moved his legs over, and with two soft clicks they buckled together perfectly.

"Are the weapons systems functioning properly?"

Medici infused a bit of spirituality into the devices in his hands, and then said lazily: "They all work."

Trena glanced at Him and reminded him:
"You didn't have to fight so hard when you were fighting Gad II. After all, we had a chance to escape unscathed."

"Don't beat around the bush."

Treanor sighed, checked the functions and systems of the container, and then reached out to pull Medici up. "Then let's talk about the cost of your container. We ordered two in total. The labor cost of the craftsmen was not bad, but the material cost was nearly ten thousand, not to mention the most expensive part, which was strengthened by an 'ancient evil'. Otherwise, it couldn't even withstand the characteristics of a Sequence 2 Beyonder. You've exchanged 80,000 pounds for a useless Storm Angel body part. Please don't do such a loss-making business again."

Medici didn't care. His long red hair gradually spread out, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more lively, and he sat on the workbench with his legs crossed:
"Is it not worthwhile to buy Storm Pathway High Sequence Materials for 80,000?"

"...Well, it's worth it." He had no choice but to agree.

He took the cloak off the hanger, put it on the workbench, and asked:
"Do you think the next step is to mobilize the intelligence department to look for information about the participants in the smog? This will definitely be discovered by the intelligence agencies on the Intis side. After all, there is a large overlap in the personnel dispatch between the two sides."

Treanor did not say that the management systems of both sides were copied from the organizational operating standards promulgated by Russell.

"Come to think of it, I don't understand why your appearance attracted the angel of storm. Pope Gad II came in person, but he didn't seem to have the determination to kill you completely. If he just wanted to confirm your condition, wouldn't that be an overreaction?"

"Any cigarettes?" Medici asked.

Wordlessly, Traynor pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette and handed it over.

"You have good taste, you didn't follow those sissy cigarettes from Intis."

"Although it is an extraordinary item, I think it is better not to have tar and soot inside. It will be very troublesome for the craftsmen to inspect it."

Medici picked up the cigarette and lit it without any hesitation, but did not smoke it, as if he just wanted to do it.

He said, “The storm does not confirm my condition, but the Lord’s.”

"He does want to kill me, but one angel is not enough to kill me. If he can't recruit two angels temporarily, then he can only use me to confirm the Lord's condition."

Treanor understood a little, but still didn't understand the core of the confusion:

"Did you have any grievances with them in the past?"

"It's only been six hours. As far as I remember, even if Sua showed up, the Church of the Seven Gods would not send an angel or other saints with a Level 0 Seal so quickly as long as there was no massacre."

The Red Angel smiled.

"You haven't read the Aurora Order's sacred text carefully. If you had, you would more or less understand why."

"I've read it." He read it as a story book. Traynor said, "It can also be found in modern mythology. It should be the part about 'the six gods evolved from the Creator'? Is the meaning of evolution really to seize power and become a true god?"

"So, although the Church of the Seven Gods rejects all secret organizations equally, they are particularly wary of the True Creator. Is it because they are worried that the True Creator will take his authority back from them?"

"That period of history is more interesting than you thought..." Medici said faintly, then he jumped down from the workbench, casually draped his cloak over his metal body, and his feet made a tapping sound on the floor. He stretched and moved his joints, and his walking movements became smoother.

"Order two more later. I guess I'll have to use this container for a while. By the way, go ask your friend the ancient evil creature. Was he summoned by believers on the eve of the great smog? See if he knows what other high-ranking beings appeared in the great smog, and who will get the Witch of Despair who was directly involved."

"it is good."

"Then...wait, was your father also involved in the smog?"

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Agaritu was flipping through the information on the route of the Loen fleet sent by the Spirit Cult in the shadow of the sail. A figure walked slowly towards him and placed a glass of water on the table next to him.

Agaritu looked up and saw Second Mate Gilchies grinning, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth.

He said calmly: "You should try to deceive me instead of deliberately exposing yourself, so that your role-playing learning will be most effective."

Gilchis stood straight, holding a plate of roasted meat. Like a trained butler from the Northern Continent, he said seriously, "I can't deceive you. It's too difficult."

——Agaritu’s demonic talent is “seeing through”, and he has a stronger ability to recognize disguises, charms, illusions, etc.

"Where is the real Gilchiais?"

The smile on the face of the "faceless puppet" was even more creepy:

"I became his favorite girl in the Red Theater, and then I took control of him and put him in a sealed wooden box in the food storage room. Half an hour has passed. If no one finds him, he will be suffocated in there, and I will become Gilchies."

"Forget it. Even if you get his identity, you can't perfectly simulate the power of the devil. You will be discovered sooner or later." Agaritu shook his head and criticized mercilessly, "You should learn to look at the 'most suitable' instead of the 'strongest you can catch'."

The “faceless doll” was devastated, and became visibly depressed.

It put the barbecue on the table, then shrank rapidly, slipped out of its clothes, and turned into a faceless wooden figure sitting next to the water cup, like an exquisite decoration. After it returned to its original form and gave up its identity as "Gilchias", only two minutes later, a slight vibration was heard under the deck, followed by the sound of footsteps, and a man in boxer shorts rushed up with anger, and saw Agaritu and the "faceless doll" who were looking at the sea chart and intelligence at a glance.

Because the little wooden man was hiding in the captain's hand, Gilchies could only restrain his gaze and glare at it. "Governor Loen's fleet set out from the Connat Seaport in Desi County, which is closest to the southern continent. After two days, it just arrived at Harman Port this morning. It will probably reach Zhongcheng Island the day after tomorrow, and it will take less than five days to reach the port of West Balam..." Agaritu ignored the fierce eye contact between the crew and the sealed object. He stared at the short five-centimeter straight-line distance on the map and began to worry, "Why didn't he tell me when he agreed? It's too late to turn back now. I'm almost at the ruins of the God War near the Eastern Continent on the other side of the sea!"

"Teleporting from the spirit world to intercept? No, in this case, it's better to just meet by coincidence. A premeditated interception is likely to be considered a declaration of war on the national level of Loen."

Agaritu suddenly caught a glimpse of the little wooden man hiding behind his wrist.

The "Pale Queen"'s requirement is that "except the new governor, no one else needs to set foot on the land of the Southern Continent", but in reality it is impossible for only the new governor to survive and reach the Southern Continent. Even if there are storms, tsunamis, or pirates, there must be a few other survivors.

"The fleet has a flagship and three three-masted sailing ships, carrying a total of five to six hundred people. It is unclear whether there are demigods accompanying them, but the arrival of the new governor is an important strategic move by Loen, and there should be demigods... a force that cannot be underestimated. So if there is an accident at sea, only one-fifth of the people will be left, which should be enough."

“Even if they land on the southern continent, isn’t He there? I just need to try to reduce their numbers.”

Agaritu grabbed the "faceless doll" and smiled devilishly, whispering:
"You now have a great opportunity to act on a large ship, under the eyes of a powerful man."

The little wooden man suddenly straightened his body and shook his head desperately.

"I knew you wanted to go." Agaritu felt much more relaxed. Gilchies beside him was gloating. "Once you get there, try your best to survive and kill as many people as possible. If you are discovered, find a way to escape. If you come back successfully, I will complete the 'Faceless Man' and 'Master of Secret Puppetry' in your body."

The little wooden man stopped shaking his head. Even though he had no expression or body movement, one could feel a sudden sense of eagerness yet nervousness in him.

Five minutes later, it entered the spirit world, looking back every few steps, and was sent to Harman Port.

After perfunctorily sending it away, Agaritu glanced at Gilchias who was still snickering, and went to the top of the deck and announced:
"We are about to enter the 'Ruins of the God War'!"

"There aren't many safe routes here! Be alert! If you want to die, die alone!"

The scattered devil sailors on the deck responded in a scattered but powerful manner, and the "Death Goodbye" sailed forward steadily, gradually approaching a seemingly calm sea.

After passing through the ruins of the Gods' War, you can see the coastline of the God-Forsaken Land.

……

Several large ships are docked in Harman Port.

The little wooden man appeared in the shadows of the corner of the harbor, and was almost stepped on by the sailors carrying cargo when he poked his head out. It walked along the wall, and when it was discovered, it pretended to be a piece of wood, but even so, it was almost thrown into the fire or skipped by bored people several times.

After circling for several minutes, the little wooden man finally reached the dock, where he saw several large ships docked, three of which were flying the flags of the Kingdom of Loen. The little wooden man tilted his head and thought for a while, then jumped into the sea and swam over, trying to get closer to the large ship in the middle - but there was a layer of hidden energy on the hull that kept pushing it away, so he couldn't climb up.

The little wooden man then swam back to the dock, wanting to wait for someone to get off the three ships.

It didn't have to wait too long. Soon, a young man in a neat sailor suit came down from the three-masted sailboat next to it, holding a list in his hand, as if he was going to count the goods that were about to be loaded on board. The little wooden man was in high spirits and ran over from the corner.

About ten minutes later, the young man and the merchants at the dock finished counting the goods, and the workers began to move them.

The young man suddenly said, "Sorry, I want to buy a cup of tea. I'm a little thirsty."

The dock merchant smiled and replied, "No problem, please go ahead."

The young man immediately walked towards a small tea stand more than ten meters away, bought a large cup of weak tea with a penny, and drank it in two gulps. The dock merchant watched him run back again, and there was something shaking in his jacket pocket.

"What's that?" he asked curiously about the small piece of wood sticking out of the young man's pocket.

The young man then reached into his pocket and pulled out a figure with movable limbs. He smiled and answered:

“This is one of my favorite sketch figures.”

"So that's how it is." The dock merchant made a few polite remarks, and after waiting for the goods to be moved, he left to do other business.

The young man stood on the dock and waved goodbye to him, his smile gradually widening.

The moment he turned back to the boat, his expression returned to normal and he climbed up the ladder in two steps.

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It's Monday again in a blink of an eye.

After lunch, Klein took the boat back to Bayam.

Danitz diligently returned to the "Golden Dream" to collect intelligence on the "Blood Admiral". "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina also delivered supplies to support the rebels, showing her goodwill and willingness to cooperate with the secret organization behind Gehrman Sparrow.

It seemed that Klein was the only one who was safe.

In order to appear less bored, Klein decided to walk around the streets to see if he could come across any suitable prey.

During this walk, he unexpectedly ran into the fat pharmacist who he had met many times when he was still in Backlund. He was selling various extraordinary medicines in a small shop in Backlund, among which the Red Theater Special Effect Medicine with mummy powder was the best-selling. He was also accompanied by an extraordinary creature with spiritual brilliance. Klein couldn't help but start to wonder if Miss Justice did it on purpose.

German Sparrow accepted the commission from the fat pharmacist Darkwell to find someone, and easily learned through "Arrodes" that Darkwell and his teacher Roy King were both from the School of Life, a secret organization that worships the moon and develops mainly through master-apprentice inheritance, controlling the two paths of "monster" and "pharmacist".

The organization's position is neutral, and the general direction is controlled by the "Council of Destiny".

However, after the unexpected disappearance of the Speaker, a "Mercury Snake", the School of Life gradually showed tendencies in its beliefs. The balance was broken, and they split. Some members began to worship the moon more actively.

Klein thought for two seconds and asked another question:
"Arrodes, do you know the book "Groselle's Travels"?"

Arrodes was silent for two seconds, and then the radio receiver began to make a stiff clicking sound, spitting out more illusory white paper:

“Great Master, you are so considerate of me with this question. I only need to answer with the word ‘know’ to solve the problem. I modified it a little for you and changed it to ‘something you know about Groselle’s Travels’.

“This is a very magical book, and many of its owners have disappeared.

"I can't see who created it, but it is clear that it first appeared in the dragon clan after the disappearance of the 'City of Miracles' Levished."

Appearing after the "City of Miracles" Levished, the manifestation of "Dragon of Imagination" Angerwede, disappeared? Maybe I can sell it to Miss "Justice". She might be interested. If she really buys it, as a middleman, I can do some research in advance above the gray fog... If there is any problem, and the book is completely damaged, I can tell her that the seller regrets it and can only refund the money... Thinking about it this way, being a platform is really promising! Klein's thoughts turned quickly, and he said to the radio receiver:
"Why is Roy King imprisoned in the Governor's Mansion?"

The radio receiver spit out an illusory white paper with a sound:
"Roy Jin's teacher was one of the Fate Councillors. Something went wrong after the Mercury Snake disappeared. Before that, he gave Roy Jin an important seal of the School of Life. That's why Roy Jin was secretly captured by the Loen military."

Klein is now more and more certain that the "Will Auceptin" in Backlund is the missing "Speaker" of the School of Life, and the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros in the myth of the City of Silver is another "Mercury Snake" who has not appeared!
Without his wallet, Klein changed neighborhoods and came to Otom Street near the Fragrant Leaf Bar. He checked into a hotel called "Teyana" and asked for a clean but ordinary room - it only cost 2 soli and 2 pence a day, and also came with a glass of juice squeezed from the giant "Teyana" fruit.

As he drank the slightly sweet milky juice, Klein no longer needed to worry about his image. He collapsed into the reclining chair in the room and decided to spend the next two hours in a daze and catching up on sleep. He would then go above the gray fog to read the believers' prayers and experience the feeling of seeing thousands of people with thousands of faces.

TBC
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I went back and took a look, and the war in the original game started in October.

It's time to move forward here.

(End of this chapter)