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

Chapter 200 Pilgrimage Mural

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The crew walked slowly in the darkness, stepping over the flooded ground, their footsteps drowned out by the sound of rain.

There were many man-made buildings on the island. They used the ruins of these buildings as signposts when they got off the ship, but now all these things have been swallowed up by darkness. There is nothing on the island except the sound of rain, as if they were walking in the deepest ocean.

There is only bottomless darkness ahead and around. There is no hope and no direction to be seen. The only light in my hands is also slowly burning out.

Gilchies became more and more anxious. The journey from when he left the shelter to now was definitely more than thirty-five minutes, but his spiritual perception told him that he had not yet entered the spiritual observation range of the "Death Announcement"!
They were either going in the wrong direction or just going in circles!
"Compass! Who brought a compass!" He finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared in a low voice, "We are lost and we will all die here!"

The team stopped, and the pirates looked at each other. Finally, one of them showed the broken compass in his hand:

"We've been heading in the direction of the Death Announcement, Second Mate!"

The red and blue needle of the compass shook slightly. Gilchies grabbed it and changed the angle several times. The needle pointed firmly in one direction and did not seem to be damaged.

He couldn't tell if the compass was pointing in the right direction: "Then why haven't we arrived yet?!"

"No, I don't know..." The experienced sailor holding the compass lowered his head in fear, "Maybe it's because of the thunder? The thunder and lightning will affect the compass..."

Gilchies' eyes were red. "You don't need to tell me this! I just want to know if the compass is still useful now?!"

"But, maybe... not..."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?!" Gilchies's emotions got out of control at this moment. He roared, "You wasted twenty minutes of lamp oil. I will peel your skin off now! I will boil you into lamp oil!"

Everyone was silent, and Anderson couldn't help but speak:
"It's raining so hard now that we're all soaked. Don't look at me like that. What I mean is that a soaked person can't be used as lamp oil, and it would be a waste of time to dry them. Maybe they can be used for other purposes if you bring them with you."

It was not a mindless plea, but a rational analysis of the pros and cons. Gilchies was convinced by this reason. He slowly loosened his fist, and a faint blue flame flashed in the palm of his hand. He glanced coldly at the sailor, and in his mind, he had already turned him into steaming broth and lamp oil.

The sailor lowered his head, his body trembling violently, and dared not speak anymore.

The others around him silently moved away from him, pushing him to the periphery where the adventurers were.

"What should we do now?"

The adventurers also looked serious. One of the men wearing glasses said, "I did a divination. If you are completely lost, you can choose to follow the direction of the divination."

Gilchies frowned: "What is your method?"

The man with glasses answered, "A mystic. A mystic who has mastered certain divination skills."

"What's your divination question?"

"...towards a safe area." The mystic said calmly, "Divination can only answer multiple-choice questions, not indicate a direction. Currently, it suggests that I should go straight ahead. Another thing is that the 'Death Announcement' is beyond my divination ability, so the 'safe place' may not be where the 'Death Announcement' is."

"Why didn't you divine the port where the Death Announcement would dock?"

"This island has more than one port. The one it's docked at cannot be divined because of the existence of the Death Announcement itself."

Anderson spoke before Gilchies:
"The compass is broken and we can't find the port. Does that mean we have no other choice now?"

The man with glasses nodded solemnly.

"Let's go." Anderson nodded, his tone relaxed. "Walk for five minutes and then divine the direction again. The lamp will burn for at most half an hour. I have also used up a lot of my spiritual energy. I hope we can reach that safe place before everyone is wiped out!"

So they began to reorganize their formation and continued to move forward slowly.

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The city of generosity, Bayam.

After sending the fat pharmacist away, Klein returned to Bayam to avoid a run-in with the unidentified Aurora Society strongman while holding the All-Black Eye.

Now, he was sitting at the desk in the hotel, with brown letter paper spread out and a dark red absorbent pen moving around.

Klein first asked about Mr. Azik's recent situation, and then mentioned that when he was looking for a magical item that could steal other people's extraordinary abilities, he found that someone was parasitized by an outsider.

Then, he casually asked if there was a way to bypass the parasitic outsider and alert the host.

Using this as an excuse, he went on to say that he had learned from others about the "Worm of Time" which was related to a higher level of the "Thief" path, and had figured out that this thing could serve as a sacrifice in important ceremonies and as material for high-level spells, but he didn't know how to do it specifically.

Huh... Klein put down his pen, folded the letter, took out the whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.

The demigod with black hair and a snake tail appeared as usual, but this time he had a few more colorful feather pendants on his body, which made Klein unable to help but take a few more glances.

He handed the letter over, and the demigod took it before disappearing from the spot.

After doing all this, Klein did not unfold the paper cranes, but asked the "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin the same question.

This was because he discovered something not so good. The thousand paper cranes were not some magical items or extraordinary weapons. They were just folded from an ordinary piece of paper. After being repeatedly rubbed by an eraser, they had already shown signs of being fragile. If it happened a few more times, they might just break.

“It’s better to wait until there is something very important that requires contact before considering it. For example, Mr. Azik doesn’t know how to bypass the possessed old man to remind Leonard…” Klein shook his head silently and quickly put away the items on the desk.

“Be a tourist today and relax. Start looking for opportunities for real-life acting tomorrow!” Klein gathered his thoughts, put on his coat, took off his hat, and walked out of the hotel room.

He was going to watch the sunset on the hill outside the port of Oravi!
This idea originated from a best-selling novel written by Leon Mustang, who was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he was 20 years old. In the book, this gentleman emotionally introduced the sunset over Mount Saint Draco, the port of Bayam, and thought it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.

Klein took a carriage out of the city and walked to the foot of Mount St. Draco. It took him only one hour to reach the top of this low mountain.

The port is located on a relatively high ground, so it did not suffer much damage in the previous tsunami.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sun gradually set, dyeing the blue ocean on the left side of the mountain like fire, and covering the green woods and vast fields on the right with a golden color.

All colors bloomed with their final brightness at this moment, and then gradually dimmed until they became dark.

Ships entered the city, carriages entered the town, and busy people returned home along the roads between wheat fields and orchards.

As darkness began to cover the land, little warm lights began to light up inside and outside the city, like bright gems on black velvet.

It was really beautiful... Klein admired it for a moment until the lights representing each family came into his eyes.

He turned around in silence and returned to the bottom of the mountain along the mountain road, surrounded by black trees. Then he walked for a distance and hired a carriage at the edge of the port city.

The carriage moved forward steadily, and the elegant iron-black street lamp poles quietly moved backwards and away under the dim light.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein returned to the hotel, took out his key, and opened the door.

Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chair all lay quietly in the thick darkness, silently reflecting the slightly crimson moonlight.

Klein closed the door very slowly, walked to the window, and stood in the shadow created by the curtains, not moving for a long time.

It was brightly lit outside.

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The mystic kept changing his direction, using divination to find the right direction. Behind him, the lamp in Gilchies's hand was already shaking, and Anderson's face had turned extremely pale.

The tallest man in the adventurer team walked up silently and took Anderson's place.

A white light like the morning sun emanated from his body, controlled to a size just large enough to cover the front of the team.

Sequence 6 of the Warrior Path, a "Knight of the Dawn"! With the Warrior Path's excellent combat skills and special attacks against various monsters, even Gilchis would not rashly fight him. He was the reason why the pirates, who had the upper hand in numbers, did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing the light, the adventurers all breathed a sigh of relief, while the demon sailors had to move back a little to avoid entering the range of the morning light.

This light actually does not cause much substantial damage, but it will still be instinctively resisted by evil creatures.

"Damn it, damn it! How far is it?!"

This was the fourth time he stopped, which meant that about twenty minutes had passed. As the time for the oil lamp to go out drew closer, Gilchias became more and more irritable. What made him most irritable was this warrior! When he thought that he and his companions would be swallowed by darkness after the kerosene lamp went out, while these adventurers could rely on the mystic and the warrior to continue to survive and even find a safe place, Gilchias felt worse than death!

"Pendulum divination cannot directly predict the specific distance..." The mystic was already sweating profusely.

"Shut up! I know!"

This was the umpteenth time he had yelled and screamed. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the second mate was not in his right mood or mental state, as if he was on the verge of collapse.

Because of this, no one dared to remind him, for fear of irritating him and causing him to lose control on the spot.

As they were walking, an adventurer suddenly disappeared from the spot. Like a frightened bird, everyone instantly focused their attention there and made preparations. The next second, the adventurer appeared again, but was frightened by everyone's vigilant and fierce gazes.

"What's wrong?" he asked at a loss.

"You just disappeared." The Dawn Knight said in a deep voice, his hand already reaching for the wooden sword at his waist.

He immediately understood his current situation and shouted, "I'm normal! I haven't turned into a monster! Look, I'm still standing in the morning light. I'm normal!"

As he spoke, he felt a slight pain in his wrist and subconsciously hid it behind his back, but was grabbed by the sharp-eyed Gilchies, who pulled his hand in front of everyone.

There was another circle of fresh blood on his wrist!
The crew members all thought of the layer of skin that had disappeared before, so they quickly asked the injured pirate to compare. The locations of the cuts on the wrists of the two were exactly the same!

"I'm not a monster!" The adventurer shouted in panic, "I'm not a monster, I'm just injured in the dark--"

boom!
Before he could finish his words, Gilchies kicked him out of the range of the light.

The adventurer's body and his voice disappeared into the darkness. There was no sound of him landing. He just disappeared from the face of the earth.

Everyone was looking at the place where the adventurer disappeared in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy. No one noticed that a black object with hands suddenly jumped out from the darkness behind them, instantly wrapped around a pirate at the edge and dragged him into the darkness!

About a second later, the pirate returned to the team intact.

The adventurers were somewhat dissatisfied with Gilchies's behavior, but no one blamed him. After a few dozen seconds, the team began to move forward slowly again.

Snapped.

The pirate at the end of the group turned his head sharply. He thought he heard footsteps, but there was nothing but darkness behind him.

After walking for a while in silence, the few people who were holding up wooden boards to block the rain suddenly spoke in surprise:
"The rain has stopped!"

Everyone's spirits lifted. Anderson quickly threw a fire crow back. The fire crow flew smoothly over the heads of the crowd and through the gap between the wooden boards. Then it was wetted by the rain at the edge of the light and went out with a hissing sound.

"It's not that the rain has stopped, it's that we have entered a place that is sheltered from the rain!" Anderson's tone suddenly became lively, and everyone looked happy.

A huge wooden board was put down. One of the men turned the board sideways and tried to stretch it in the surrounding direction. There was a slight "click" sound and the edge of the board hit the wall!

"Cave! This is a cave!"

The distance to the other side was also quickly calculated, and the mystic, who was under the greatest pressure, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The light source began to move, and they carefully approached the wall. Soon, the light illuminated a rock wall. Touching the dry stones, both the pirates and adventurers felt the joy of surviving a disaster.

In a dry and sheltered cave, by drying your clothes and lighting a fire, you can survive for a long time.

"There are livestock bones here!"

After walking for a while, a pirate keenly found a cow or sheep skull. He was delighted and said, "This bone is very new. Maybe someone came here some time ago and slaughtered cows and sheep here!"

Going further, they found many scattered bones. Fortunately, after identification, they were found to be bones of livestock.

They are very new and were placed here randomly. It seems that they were made a few months ago.

"Who would come here? And bring so many animals with them?"

This question appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

The crew members walked through the cleaned bones, feeling more and more uneasy. At this moment, the soldier walking in front suddenly kicked something, and he lowered his head and saw -

——A human skeleton kneeling on the ground with its head facing forward.

The warrior was stunned. He lost the ability to think for a moment and could not understand why this human skeleton appeared here.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the back of his neck, and the Dawn Knight subconsciously retracted his light and prepared for battle. Just as the cave became dim, the pirate next to Gilchies suddenly reached out, opened the lid of the oil lamp, and blew gently, blowing out the flame.

The cave suddenly fell into darkness.

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Agaritu followed the team from a distance, watching them walk towards the depths of the island under the guidance of the compass, going in the opposite direction of the harbor where the "Death Announcement" was located, and walking a long way.

After losing the compass, he followed the divination results of the mystic and accurately bypassed the low vegetation and building debris, and walked slowly along a path. In this wasteland, only this path, which was only two or three meters wide, was free of debris, as if it was artificially opened up, and someone had walked here not long ago.

Behind a stone, Agaritu narrowed his eyes and picked up a small golden part from the edge of the stone at his feet.

The rain automatically parted above his head, leaving a dry space. He wiped the dirt off the small parts. This object, which was only the size of a fingernail, was very delicate and did not fit in with the painting style of the Sea of ​​Gods - because it was a metal zipper buckle.

Something from the outside world with obvious characteristics of the times appeared in the sea of ​​gods, and this road was the ancient pilgrim road...

Agaritu seemed to be thinking about something. He continued to move forward with the team, frightening a "human-skin shadow" that kept harassing the team on the road. Finally, they entered a ruin with a long corridor.

Lightning flashed, and behind the corridor was a huge building, which looked somewhat like the black monastery that had appeared in the previous collective dream.

The walkway is actually a fork, one to the left and one to the right. On the right inner wall there are simple murals and signs, showing many people in white robes, leading various cattle and sheep, and walking in a long procession.

When they came to this fork in the road, the believers in white robes drove the cattle and sheep to the left passage, and they went to the right. The cattle and sheep were cut into small pieces by a man wearing armor holding a big sword, piled on the lever, and opened the door at the end of the right passage.

Below were a few vague words written in ancient Giant language.

“A Sacrifice to God”

"Pray to open... the sacred place..."

The offerings to the gods were driven ahead, while the shepherds who were to pass the road followed behind.

Sure enough, at the entrance of the aisle, the mystic made a final divination, and they slowly walked into the sacrificial passage on the left under the guidance of fate.

“Going to the Kingdom of God requires sacrifice…of course!”

Agaritu looked at their backs slowly disappearing into the depths of the passage and smiled with relief.

"It's right to bring more people. They will always be useful."

TBC
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If you think about it carefully, according to the trend of other fan works, after Shinzo finds out Klein's identity, he should find a way to go to Sefirah Castle at his own expense to find a seat and play house with others. Considering that the "Hanged Man" has people, there should be some traditional arts as terrifying as this.

The dark night of decay with a fight on a chair: ?

True Creation to Darkness and Decay: Hold on, you two, you have your own place as soon as you come...

(I haven't seen this plot in any fan fiction so far, any similarities are purely my guess)
How scary! Subscriptions plummeted during the start of the school year!!!

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