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

Chapter 202 Preparation
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After a brief conversation, the monastery door was closed, and Leomaster and the pilgrims who might still be alive returned to their penance and "trials."

A saint is also crucial in the current situation. I wonder when Aurora will get news from them. Does it have to wait until all this is over?

Agaritu took a last look at the black monastery that almost blended into the gray sky, and quickly walked around to the left with a lantern in hand.

Anderson, who had recovered some strength and received medicine and bandages, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed.

He had to leave here. If he stayed, he could save his life, but he would inevitably become a fanatical believer of the true Creator who only knew how to pray and praise. The only possibility for him to leave here now was to follow the "Undying King".

"He reacted when he heard that I was a member of the Iron Cross... His conversation with the Saint of the Aurora Society was also normal. Although they were strangers, they were not hostile." Anderson made a bold guess and risked everything. "Perhaps, he wouldn't mind having one more person on the 'Death Announcement'..."

"But how am I going to escape later?"

The two kept a distance between them, walked silently around the Black Monastery, and headed east.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Agaritu was about to take the next step, his movements suddenly stopped, and his foot hung in the air before slowly being retracted.

The lightning stopped, and ahead was a black fog that was no different from the surrounding area.

He raised the lamp high and threw it forward with force.

The oil lamp slipped out of his hand, and darkness came from all directions. Anderson subconsciously took a step forward, and saw the oil lamp draw a parabola, illuminating the things in front of them.

This is a surging black fog with no end in sight!

As undulating as the sea, silver lightning and flames flashed from time to time in the endless black fog, but these were so weak that they were almost negligible and could only be seen when illuminated by light.

It looks very much like the sea burning with flames in the previous mural.

The lamp was instantly swallowed up by the black fog. Listening carefully, there was no sound of anything falling or even wind.

"There should be seawater below... or land." Agaritu thought silently, "This is the 'cliff' in the dream world."

Is the East Continent behind this?

It’s very close, but it’s impossible to get there, not even with a “death warrant”.

If nothing unexpected happened, this kind of black fog should cover the entire coastline of the East Continent, or at least most of it. Without special methods, it is impossible to get in, or even get close.

That key is the best choice.

If you really enter this black fog, what will definitely happen is that you will disappear from the world and then you will be at the mercy of fate in the darkness.

The best possibility is to appear in a secret town and have afternoon tea with Zaratul, but as a demigod, you may be hung on the roof without even seeing Zaratul. The worst possibility is to appear directly in the sealing room of a church of night, be arrested, detained and have your bounty withdrawn in one go, boosting the church's performance at the beginning of the year, or open your eyes and see an angel of night smiling at you.

Although I now have the extraordinary characteristic of being immortal and a high-level spiritual carrier, there is no need to waste this identity.

"Write down this route. He may need it in the future..."

After completing the file transfer, he prepared to return the same way he came. There was no point in staying here, so he went straight back to the "Death Announcement" and left. Then, according to His orders, he went to other directions to look for any gaps or openings in the black fog.

Anderson stood at the back, craning his neck to look at the black sea of ​​fog for a while. He was surprised, but didn't intend to think about it too much.

From the current position, you can still see the faint light of the monastery window, so it is not completely dark. On this island, strictly speaking, the only safe place is the building where the monastery is located. The darkness in other places is more or less hidden with danger.

He rubbed out a fire crow, circled it around himself, and quickly caught up with Agaritu who turned back.

"Are you planning on returning?"

"Would you mind if you had an extra deck scrubber on the honorable Death Announcer?"

He limited himself to the role of a "manservant" to prevent the captain from suddenly turning back and killing people.

Agaritu didn't answer. Suddenly, he stepped on empty air and fell over.

But he reacted very quickly. In the blink of an eye, he twisted his body, lowered his center of gravity, and found a balanced posture again. After standing firmly, he was very surprised to find an inconspicuous crack under his feet. He stepped into the crack and almost fell.

A demigod would almost fall because he lost his balance?
This is impossible!

Unless there is an extraordinary power...

There is only the Black Saint on this island. When has he ever been affected by extraordinary power?
At this moment, there was a muffled sound suddenly from behind him, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Anderson, only to see that Anderson had knocked down a broken pillar, sat on the ground, and was slowly getting up.

"What bad luck." Anderson smiled, "It was too dark, and I didn't pay attention to my steps."

"..." Agaritu stared at Anderson without blinking, and after making the other party afraid, he suddenly spoke.

"I allow you to come aboard."

The inexplicable changes involved the ancient sun god and his angels. Agaritu suddenly became alert and uneasy. Could it be that somewhere in the "Death Signal", there was an Adam who quietly followed the whole process?

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In the morning, Klein went to the charity hospital to continue his volunteer activities and look for possible acting opportunities in the hospital. In addition, he would not mind giving some care to patients who had no family members to take care of them.

Due to his previous lack of consideration, he carelessly used the face of "German Sparrow" to do volunteer work, which scared the staff, so he specially designed a new identity "Sinbad Warrent".

They were still some distance away from the Charity Hospital. Klein was just about to go to a roadside store for breakfast when he suddenly had a spiritual intuition and looked towards a corner on the roadside.

He saw a woman in a beige shirt and brown skirt standing sideways in the corner, talking to someone opposite her.

Klein used the Faceless Man's ability to analyze the situation and found that their body language showed impatience and confusion, as if they had encountered some trouble. This caused the atmosphere between the two to be somewhat tense and even intense.

The lady's skirt had a distinct Intis style, a ruffled half-length skirt and a wide-sleeved shirt with a bow ribbon, which reminded Klein of the skirts worn by the ladies on the destroyed "Black Death". Opposite her seemed to be a very tall man, but during the conversation, Klein always felt that the man's tone and movements were very restrained, and he could even say that he was a little fearful.

This phenomenon made him a little curious. After careful consideration, he quietly opened his spiritual vision for a second and suddenly widened his eyes.

This woman possesses a bright and restrained spiritual aura that shines like the golden light of the sun. And judging from the stability of her spiritual aura, she is a Mid-Sequence Beyonder in a good mental state!
There was a momentary pause in the lady's words, as if she noticed a fleeting glance.

But she didn't turn around to observe, and at this time Klein also entered the store to buy food.

Without a doubt, that was the characteristic of the Sun Path! Derrick's astral body in the gray fog also had this kind of light, but it was much dimmer than this lady's... A Sun Path expert from Intis? A member of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun?

It is also possible that they are wild Beyonders from other countries, but the possibility of them coming from Intis is not high, just like there are almost no mid- and high-sequence wild Beyonders of the two paths of "Sailor" and "Sleeping One" in Loen...

Klein let his imagination run wild for a while, but he didn't take it to heart. When he came out after buying the pie, the lady and the man she was talking to had already left.

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"The murals of Ouroboros are suspected to contain a curse?"

"Is it fatal? If it's not fatal for now, then don't worry about it. You can focus on the hunter and see what my dear ally wants to do to his believers through Ouroboros."

"I have found a way. Good, good. If the matter of Ouroboros is delayed and I encounter danger in the process, I will go to the Forsaken Land of the Gods through this road. You have done a good job. Keep up the hard work."

"As for me...well, I had a really great vacation recently and I'd like to continue like this." After saying this, Edward Vaughn ended the call.

"From my memory, I found the money and livestock that the Black Saint took with him when he left. I made a guess and influenced the crew members in the process, exerting pressure and creating chaos so that they could not make the right judgment... You did a good job. You are worthy of being a part of me."

The surrounding furniture and furnishings were all cleaned neatly, and the sunlight shone through the half-closed curtains, making the place look peaceful and tranquil.

Then there was a loud explosion, which rattled the windows and caused the level of the coffee on the table to sway violently from side to side.

Edward reached out and picked up the coffee cup, feeling the violent shaking gradually subside after more than ten seconds.

He admired the thick smoke rising outside the window and felt very happy.

Including the city where he lives, the four surrounding cities have fallen into chaos.

The new governor has arrived, but all his subordinates except for a few colonels have become the body parts of the "Faceless Puppet". The little wooden man is now becoming more and more lifelike. Although controlling humans cannot increase wisdom, after controlling so many people, he can gain various skills from their memories and experience in dealing with almost all situations, which makes the "Faceless Puppet"'s acting and manipulation more and more proficient.

Through this, the "Faceless Puppet" provoked those in the city of Aldra who were hostile to the Spirit Cult and the Restoration Society.

The situation that Rune imagined, that the new governor would come to check and balance Xia Eggers, did not occur. At the same time, the situation that Xia Eggers expected the governor to make a wrong decision did not occur. The qualification to influence the situation fell into the hands of the "faceless puppet" who was hiding himself and Edward.

The little wooden man used his identity as an officer and the large number of puppets in his hands to call on those who were hostile to the local forces of the Southern Continent to resist and refuse to compromise. The people of the Northern Continent, who had cowered for a long time under the shadow of Xia Eggers' Champa, immediately responded.

The new governor and Rune hoped to reach a balance, pushing this talented and virtuous man out in exchange for an opportunity for "the Spiritual Cult to retreat" or "the new governor to die in an assassination by the Spiritual Cult".

However, now, the city of Aldra is in chaos.

The people of the Northern Continent are spontaneously resisting and signing a treaty with the Spiritual Cult, who are accusing the Northern Continent of escalating the conflict. The new governor wants to force peace talks to end the dispute, but is overwhelmed by endless petitions, marches, shootings and colonial disputes.

The intensification of the conflict caused many residents to leave Aldera and migrate to other nearby cities. They spread the news of the war, which caused greater chaos like ripples.

The city where Edward lived was still a long way from Aldera, but since three days ago, there had been a constant stream of refugees coming here.

Speculative businessmen, panicked residents, and people who had long since become refugees from disputes in other cities and wandered here brought all kinds of rumors and chaos, which in a very short period of time caused a huge impact on the order of the city and plunged it into a haze.

"It's already so late and you still haven't come to make a deal with me. How can Xia Eggers be so patient!"

Edward looked at his watch and made a self-deprecating remark in a good mood.

"It was correct to prepare for a rainy day before. We raised the price of grain in advance, which caused a rush to buy grain that night. Now grain merchants want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. Let me see when is the best time to bankrupt them."

"Forget it, let North handle this matter himself. After all, they are the ones who took over after the bankruptcy."

"If I'm so kind to them, and they can't become a first-class food company before the war, then there's no need for them to exist."

After spending a leisurely afternoon, Edward put on his coat and went downstairs, planning to take a walk outside.

He walked into the lobby and saw the hostess of the hotel walking around, busy packing things. There were many sundries and bed sheets piled in the lobby.

Seeing the guests, the hostess quickly let go of the cart in her hand and gave Edward an apologetic smile:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vaughan, we will be temporarily closed this month..."

Edward was not surprised at all: "Are you planning to go back to the Northern Continent? That's a good idea. Who knows when things will get even more chaotic here."

"When you are ready to close the business, tell me and I will settle all the debts."

The hostess breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Relying on her husband's connections, they bought two one-way tickets to Loon. Children under ten years old could travel for free. They spent more than half of their family fortune on these two tickets.

Edward's rent is not a small amount of money, which can make up for their current financial hole.

He asked curiously, "Have you bought the boat tickets? The return boat ticket has increased tenfold, almost to a thousand pounds."

The hostess hesitated for a moment, then smiled cautiously, "It's just that I have the opportunity, but I don't know if I can buy it."

"Are you hungry? Please wait a moment. There is still some food in the kitchen. I will go and cook for you." The hostess smiled, wiped her hands on a clean towel, and pushed the grocery cart aside. "What do you want to eat today?"

Edward thought for a moment and asked casually, "What is the current price of rice and flour?"

The hostess's face darkened and her smile became a little forced: "The price this morning is 12 pence."

This is the price per kilogram.

The Food Act does not apply here. The economy of the Southern Continent is influenced by the local foreign industries, and West Balam Company regulates it at will, so prices are quite free.

Now I feel so free that it’s a little scary.

"Then let's have grilled fish." Edward said nonchalantly, "I like the taste of your grilled fish. Please add more chili. I bought some noodles when I went out this morning. You can take the child to eat with you."

The hostess sincerely thanked the guest for her understanding: "Thank you, she is still in the room, I will go and call her later."

She turned to leave, but soon stopped and turned her head hesitantly:
"Mr. Vaughan, you're not going back home?"

"If you need help, maybe you can still buy a boat ticket now..."

The hostess thought about how much effort her husband had put into getting the tickets for the two of them, and she was afraid that he would not have a chance to get another one, so she said this hesitantly, but her concern for her guests still prevailed.

"I will return home after I finish what I have on hand," Edward said, "but I will leave this city soon."

"It's better to leave. The cities in the west should be safer..." The hostess relaxed a little and ran towards the kitchen.

It was quite safe, but I heard that the Rose School was taking advantage of the struggle between the Spiritual Cult and the Northern Continent to arrest people, and many of them had already come to the east. Edward was thinking about catching one and seeing if he could sneak into the Rose School with the sacrifices.

Edward looked at her retreating back and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"I want to help others but I don't have the ability, so I can only say a few words to comfort myself."

After saying this, He chuckled softly, "They have done a good job during this period. I am very satisfied with this place. If they show more kindness or give me something substantial, it is not impossible to let them go back alive."

He sat down in his old seat on the sofa in the hall. Suddenly, the air around him became cold and heavy.

A gust of cold wind stopped here, and a middle-aged man with graying temples appeared beside Edward. He bent down deeply and sat down on another single sofa next to him.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

Mirella tilted her head to greet him, then went straight to the point: "I have brought the Queen's oral instructions."

"Her Majesty the Queen hopes that we can stop delaying and take action within this month to detonate the center of the conflict, the city of Aldera."

TBC
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Good afternoon. Driving practice is really tiring.

(End of this chapter)