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

Chapter 196 They are all very busy

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——No revelation.

No revelation can be interpreted in many different ways, such as the simplest one, the equal and sacred "Angel of Destiny" refused to respond to you, He hates you. The wings of doom quietly descended, and no matter what you do next, you may die on the spot due to cardiac arrest.

But obviously Stifel didn't feel that he was hated by fate, and the angel couldn't die of cardiac arrest, which led to another answer - the "Angel of Fate" ignored your prayers. In the eyes of Ouroboros, who has seen the direction of fate, what is happening now is "not yet time", and now is not the time to get guidance. Take back your prayers, wait calmly, and maybe you will get the answer one day in the future.

Compared to the third answer, "Your Majesty Ouroboros doesn't have the energy to respond right now," the second answer is the most likely.

The "Angel King" and "Mercury Snake" will carefully select each family for restart, choose the mystical connection they need, choose the interpersonal relationships hidden in the family and the possible impact on the change of destiny, and their spirituality and power will not diminish in the process of restarting. Throughout the history of prayer for thousands of years, the second answer is also the most common one.

After thousands of years of working together, the Angel of Word has been able to grasp the meaning of the taciturn Angel of Fate's every move with relative accuracy.

Stifel didn't know the real reason why Ouroboros was restarted this time, so he pondered the Holy Will for a while, and when he felt that he had grasped the key, he felt relieved again.

“Fate has chosen silence. It seems that it is still too early to reveal.” He spoke naturally, turned to the silent Colin Iliad, and asked, “My compatriots, when did the divine child descend upon the City of Silver?”

Facing the angel's words of trying to get closer to him, Colin had no right to refute, but he did not respond either:

"It was more than 120 cycles ago. Even his parents might not know the exact date."

"How's the situation now?"

Colin hesitated for a moment: "It will be born within thirty cycles."

More than 120 cycles, or more than four months... According to the previous restart habits of the "Angel of Destiny", it would often wait for the full eight months of human gestation before being born and leaving its relatives. But this time, why did the Silver City say that the child was "about to be born" just after half of the pregnancy? Stifel frowned, but it was not obvious on his already wrinkled face. He finally realized that something seemed to be wrong with this restart. Ouroboros seemed to be very anxious to be born, shortening the development time by half, which was almost unprecedented in the past.

Perhaps this is related to the Lord's plan...Stephen secretly decided to report this abnormal situation to the Lord.

"I see. It turns out I was too hasty."

He smiled like an elder: "Obviously, His Highness the Angel of Destiny is attached to the City of Silver and wants to stay for a while longer."

"In that case, I will wait outside the Silver City, right here. If the Silver City needs knowledge or intelligence, I am willing to communicate."

"There is a young man in your city who is a 'secret praying man'. You have already passed the zenith of your life. Time and God will test your piety. If your faith is indestructible, I will show her the way to go further."

After saying this, Stifel stopped talking and looked at Colin. He turned around and continued to kneel down in the light of the bright lantern that served as the sun and prayed quietly, like an old and skinny missionary.

Colin looked at the other person's calm profile, a little surprised - he couldn't believe that this powerful man who looked like an angel actually stayed outside the Silver City, choosing to wait for the "Angel of Destiny" to be born naturally instead of forcibly taking him away. Fortunately, the other party did not come with malicious intent, and did not do anything except asking questions, and the conversation seemed to have ended so far.

The torch was still burning quietly. Colin slowly backed away towards Steve, watching the two-meter-square light getting farther and farther away, and finally turning into a golden light spot the size of a thumb.

Even after retreating to the back of the heavy gate of Silver City, Colin still did not turn around rashly, still alert for possible dangers or monsters. He held a torch in his left hand, clenched his right fist, and quickly knocked the code agreed upon before leaving the city on the stone gate behind him.

Four short sounds, two long sounds, and three short sounds. Two seconds later, the city gate opened a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

Colin immediately slipped in and the heavy door closed.

As soon as he entered the door, the faint light of dawn immediately enveloped him. Weite Hillmon held up the "Crown of Glory" and asked solemnly:
"your name?"

"Colin Iliad."

Questions and responses were well-organized.

Within the effective range of the "Crown of Glory", evil will be crushed by the sword light, and lies will be identified by the wearer. This is also the confirmation method discussed by the elders at the beginning. Of course, after a simple elders' meeting, the chief will also be sent to the bottom of the round tower. The elders will take turns to guard it, and hold meetings in real time through the transparent barrier to exchange information with him about today's visitor.

The shadow in the corner of the light crawled up and transformed into the elder of the "Black Knight", Lovia. She and White Hillmon looked at each other, temporarily stopped transmitting spirituality into the "Crown of Glory", and separated to the left and right, sandwiching Colin in the middle.

"When you return with a torch, the elders will be waiting for you," Lovia said. "Please go to the round tower to start the meeting."

The chief nodded calmly, then spoke:
"Has Carlotta Skold behaved in any unusual way while I was away?"

This was Mrs. Scould's name.

"Chief, when you left, Mrs. Skold was preparing dinner at home," Lovia replied. "After she prepared dinner for her husband, she sewed clothes for her unborn child for a while, and then she felt tired and went to bed."

Colin nodded, said nothing more, and followed the two elders to the round tower.

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Klein walked into the bathroom aggressively, holding the dice that always brought bad luck to the fat pharmacist.

The ceremony, Sefirah Castle, all in one go. He was very confident when he returned to his home turf. Klein placed the dice on the table. The probability dice rolled twice before finally succumbing to the unfathomable gray fog. The four points were facing upwards, and he quietly sat on the bronze table of Sefirah Castle. He once again lost his arrogant appearance that constantly attracted various large and small fatal disasters on the ship.

At this time, it was already 10:40 on Friday, and there were still about 8 hours before the ferry arrived at Oravi Island.

Seeing that the "Dice of Probability" had calmed down again, Klein calculated the time:
"It should be able to hold out until it is handed over to Darkwill's contact person, and there will be no need to do anything else."

Thinking of this, Klein began to worry about another question:
"When I arrive at a strange island, I need to take out the 'All Black Eye' just in case. But the 'All Black Eye' has appeared in front of the 'True Creator', and it is also contaminated by his spirit. If I take it out every few hours, he might target me."

The 7000 pounds used to purchase the "Fire Gloves" has already been delivered to Emlyn, and the remaining 500 pounds of agency fees will be paid after it is received.

Klein has already begun thinking about collecting auxiliary materials for the "Master of Secret Puppetry" and dealing with the spiritual pollution of the main materials.

"However, it only takes a minute or two each time, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Even if they notice, their sense of location won't be very accurate. Alas, it involves the 'real creator', so I can't use divination to confirm it. I can only be more vigilant. Fortunately, this is the last time recently, and it only takes seven or eight hours to reach the destination... Why should I set a flag for myself? Bah, bah, bah, I didn't think of anything just now."

At this moment, a crimson illusory star suddenly shone brightly, and Klein raised his head as usual. At first, he thought it was Emlyn the Moon who was informing him of the purchase progress through prayer. Just as he was about to praise him for his quick movements, he saw a simple house in the blurry light and shadow of the crimson star. It only had a table, a cabinet, and a bed. It was so simple that it reminded him of "Praise of the Humble House".

"It's actually 'Sun'? What does he want from me…"

Klein curiously reached out and touched the crimson star. The image of Derrick praying under the candlelight came into his eyes, and a voice also reached his ears:

"Dear Mr. Fool, Silver City has welcomed its first guest..."

"His identity is unknown, but he claims to be from a destroyed city-state."

"I don't know the purpose of his visit to Silver City, but I think it might be related to the 'Angel of Destiny'. This might be the good luck and turnaround He gave to Silver City."

This... If I remember correctly, the Forsaken Land of the Gods should be a dangerous place where even demigods have to move cautiously. The monsters lurking in the darkness are so powerful that they are beyond human imagination. To be able to successfully come to the City of Silver, this guest must be very powerful...

Klein watched this incident with a disillusioned mindset. With Ouroboros’s arrival in the City of Silver as an opportunity, it seemed that many things began to move in a higher direction, gradually exceeding his imagination.

In the end, he could only respond calmly:

"That's a good thing."

He knew that the Sun would be happy for a long time because of his ambiguous words, but apart from this kind of confusing words, Klein really didn't know what to say.

After reading the prayer, he took a look at the prayers offered by the followers of Poseidon, just like clearing unread messages. After clearing a wave of messages, Klein realized that he had stayed in the bathroom for a long time, so he picked up the "Dice of Probability" and left Sefirah Castle and returned to the living room. He saw the fat pharmacist slumped in the easy chair, while Owl Harry was full of energy and didn't seem to need a rest.

Is this the different special abilities that different creatures gain after taking the same potion? At least Miss Justice never said that she doesn't need to sleep... The uniqueness brought by the physiological structure of an owl? Oh, I don't know enough about it. It's really a keyboard expert who knows a little bit about everything... Klein sat on the sofa, put the milky white dice into the ring box, and waited patiently for the evening to come and the ship to enter the port.

As time passed, the bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward and got lower and lower.

At this moment, Klein, who had his eyes closed to rest, suddenly straightened up, sensing a strong danger approaching!
This went beyond the spiritual intuition of the "Fortune Teller" and the dangerous premonition of the "Joker", as if it came from the invisible gray mist that was rippling strangely around him.

"There are enemies! A strong man from the Aurora Society, no, a saint?" Klein opened his eyes and thought about countermeasures with an extremely serious expression. If this was a combination of Beyonder characteristics and was pulled here by the Eye of All Black, it was too fast!

At a time like this, if there was any mistake, he would have to consider resurrection from the dead.

As for the fat pharmacist Darkwill and Owl Harry, there is no way they will be spared!
He initially hoped that the newcomer could only be vaguely sensed and could only determine a large range, and might not be able to find him or the "Dice of Probability". However, considering that this was a ship and there was an uninhabited sea nearby, the target seemed easy to lock onto. By then, the trouble would be even greater, so he had to give up decisively.

Above the passenger ship, the void was suddenly torn apart, and an invisible door covered with various complex symbols vaguely appeared.

Two slightly pale hands stretched out from the crack in the door, pulled it back suddenly, and let the whole body walk out.

He wore a black soft hat and a classical dark robe that old men loved, but he looked less than 40 years old. His brown hair was slightly curly, giving him an unusually strong feeling.

There seemed to be countless shadows wandering in his dark eyes, and there seemed to be layers of chaotic worlds hidden.

Klein's sense of danger grew stronger, and the change in his expression alone frightened Darkwill and Owl Harry so much that they dared not move.

He no longer hesitated, and according to the contingency plan he had made for similar situations in the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the "probability dice".

"I want 1 point for judging the behavior of the malicious person who just arrived!" Klein whispered in a deep voice, threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice that had just been intimidated would be obedient and play a role.

At the same time, he remained extremely calm, so as to prevent the dice from sensing his tension and taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

Amid the sound of collisions, the "Dice of Probability" rolled over several times and finally stopped at the blood-red point of 1.

Above the passenger ship, the eyes of the black-robed man who was less than forty years old had the entire ship reflected in his eyes.

He spread his spirituality, glanced around, reached out to grab the void in front of him, and suddenly opened an almost invisible door.

The strong man stepped inside and disappeared on the spot.

Klein in the first-class cabin suddenly felt that the danger was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief that he could not help but feel.

He stared at the "Probability Dice" on the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If this dice didn't have such a big negative effect and could be fully utilized, it would be a magical tool!"

"As expected of a '0' level sealed object, and as expected of the uniqueness of the 'monster' path..."

"Just now, what happened just now?" The fat pharmacist Darkwill finally regained his courage and asked carefully.

Klein remained in his posture and responded calmly:
"you do not need to know."

“I understand, I understand. The more you know, the more dangerous it is.” Darkwill wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There were no more accidents in the next few hours. When the sun set below the horizon and the sky became completely dark, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.

……

The "Secret Saint" Butis kept opening doors, passing through the spiritual world, and in a short moment he crossed the entire ocean, and finally opened the door outside a noble manor.

The wrought iron gate slowly opened automatically. Butis bowed to the gate and did not choose to continue opening it. Instead, he walked in step by step.

A figure appeared silently beside him, as if growing out of the ground or from Butis's shadow. The figure was wearing a new style of men's jacket that was popular in Backlund, and his young face was pale and handsome.

"Long time no see." The Dark Saint said concisely.

"Greetings to the Lord." Butis raised the corners of his mouth, forming a stiff smile.

"How's business going?"

"Praise God for developing a very good gem vein," said Butis. "Mining is going smoothly. I will dedicate the best and largest gems to God."

The Dark Saint nodded slightly: "Your piety shines brighter than gems."

"On my way here, I felt the breath of the Lord when I passed by the sea," Butis said as he walked. "But when I tried to find it, it disappeared. Rather than looking for that breath, I think it is more important to attend the mass this month."

"It's rare to see a holy object stained with the breath of the Lord. You should have checked it carefully at that time." Kesma felt a little regretful, but the regret was fleeting. "But your choice is undoubtedly correct... You certainly can't imagine how shocking the Holy Communion is now."

"I look forward to it."

“Are you still paying attention to the Abraham family?”

"They?" Butis laughed sarcastically, with madness flashing in his cloudy eyes. "They are still barely surviving. The curse of blood cannot be eradicated, and the Abraham family is doomed to decline in the dream of glory. ... Now I regret that I spared my teacher's life out of nostalgia. Rather than clinging to glory to continue the bloodline and lingering on, it might be better to be burned to death in that fire."

"Abraham's continued existence is of no consequence, so long as it does not interfere with you and me."

"Hindering..." Butis looked into the distance and said calmly, "How unfortunate it is for a demigod to be born in the family of Abraham."

As the saints walked and talked in the garden, in a hidden room at the highest point of the manor, the True Creator stood by the French window, thinking about the message contained in Stifel's prayer a few minutes ago.

"Ouroboros shortens the development time by half..."

The True Creator let out a brief sigh, and began to hate the Outer Gods and His curse again.

"I know nothing about His ways and authority. How will 'decay' be presented? The decay of the body and soul should only be marginal abilities that are not worth mentioning. Then what exactly are His specific sequences, ways, and authority?"

"That was originally a curse on a true god. Is the curse Ouroboros took on the other side of the curse on me, or is it something completely different? I know nothing, nothing."

"Although I don't know now, I also hope that the day will not come when I see it with my own eyes."

"It's like walking on thin ice..."

The strife of the Seven Gods and the spying of the Outer Gods made the True Creator very worried. He had to speculate and plan every day. It didn't matter if he had very few chips or was a few steps slower than other gods, but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

As long as you still have the strength to struggle, you must strive to take a few steps towards regaining power.

Speaking of layout and planning, the real creator suddenly thought of something else.

"Klein Moretti's resurrection proves that he has the qualifications to become a 'miracle master', and it also matches the fate of the Sefirah Castle representative."

"However, this requires that he successfully complete the ritual of the 'Ancient Scholar' who isolates himself from the world for three hundred years, and live long enough to become a Miracle Master."

In his various vague memory fragments, he vaguely remembered that the "Fortune Teller" path at a high sequence level required interaction with the outside world, and even required the establishment of a secret puppet city and the killing of a demigod in front of enough spectators.

"He can……"

"…Need an anchor?"

The True Creator thought about the northern and southern continents that were divided by the gods' beliefs, and about Stephen's report. He looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance and fell into deep thought for a moment.

TBC
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Klein: Don't come over here! I don't want to be your follower!

Shinzo: Humph, you want to escape?
(End of this chapter)