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

Chapter 205 Induction
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Klein exited the dream and made bold assumptions about the implications of Amyrius and the members of the Twilight Hidden Society that suddenly appeared, but he had no way to verify them. He could only put the matter aside for the time being and put it out of his mind.

Anyway, it was Admiral Amyrius who caused the warning from the Twilight Hermits, and it has nothing to do with me... As long as I do nothing and don't get involved in the next few days, I can successfully hold on until the commission is over. How it will develop in the future has nothing to do with me! With my current rank, I am still far from investigating the Twilight Hermits, and I am not qualified to spy on anything... Klein followed his inner will and turned to examine his own Tarot Club.

"Heh, I've discovered a problem. Other secret organizations focus on practicing their own purposes and ideals, with members helping each other. But our Tarot Club is different. We only entrust each other with things, but we don't have a purpose or ideal... No, in the eyes of some members, there is a purpose and ideal. For example, classmate Moon believes that this is an organization born to save the world..." Klein the Fool laughed at himself and exited the dream.

He rubbed the fake eye away and pushed the real eye back into place, his movements very smoothly with sudden pauses along the way.

“That wasn’t just a simple dream!” Klein frowned slightly before recalling what happened.

Because that power first tried to pull him into a deep sleep!

"And I was already asleep at the time, so why did he do that? The captain said that Nightmare can see dreams directly and it is impossible for him to make such a mistake... So, the visitor just now did not use a Nightmare-like extraordinary ability, but another method... Spirit world positioning?
Or, knowing my location, directly affects my mental body through the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness that Ms. Daly describes?

"Hmm... I prefer the second one. Only this can explain why I can't escape from the dream even though I have regained my sanity. Emperor Roselle also said in his diary that the organization he participated in, which is suspected to be the 'Twilight Hermit Society', held gatherings through a real dream covering the continent. A real 'dream'..."

Klein nodded and smiled silently while sighing.
"Admiral Amyrius certainly did not expect the warning from the Twilight Hermits.

"That means they hired me. If it was someone else, he would have been exposed just now! I am worthy of the 'Ninth Law' spell."

"It looks like there will be some disturbances in the next few days."

……

"The trend of the times..."

Far away in Loen in the northern continent, in the manor, the true creator was also chanting these words.

The handwritten note in Intis was still on His desk, and the person who wrote it had already run to the sea, waiting for further instructions.

The True Creator paced slowly in the room, his finger passed over the note, and a bottomless shadow swallowed it.

An ordinary victim who had personally experienced the Great Smog Incident and was familiar with the situation at the time, got separated from his companions when he left Backlund and went to settle in another city, and was then captured by spies from the Feysac Empire.

Because there were so many victims of the smog, this incident was not noticed at the first time.

By the time the local Aurora Society members discovered the spy's activities, the Feysac people were almost out of the border.

The local Aurora members who supervised the group tried to follow them, but accidentally exposed themselves. They clashed with the Feysac spies and were both caught by the local church.

The victim was not found and seemed to have been moved away first.

The gods who intercepted people at the border of Intis and at sea found the spy accomplices who were bringing the victims back to their country, but failed to keep them.

In this incident, the Aurora Society, which was good at fighting in the dark and familiar with the terrain, failed completely. Both groups failed to intercept Feysac's spies. Instead, these outsiders who did not understand the terrain and had no home advantage escaped smoothly.

This is the most unreasonable part.

"He finally showed his true colors in this little matter."

The True Creator had a serious look on his face. The members who were tracking the spy ended up being exposed. During the tracking process, they ran into the "Mandate of Punishment" of the Storm Church who was investigating another extraordinary incident in the local area.

The movements and spies of the Aurora Society attracted the attention of the "Manufactured Punishers", and the Storm Church strengthened its vigilance, so the lurking God's Envoy Ms. D was easily discovered during the second operation. The Storm was hostile to all Beyonders of the "Sun" Path, even more than spies.

"The arrangement this time is somewhat crude, but it is enough to deceive ordinary people."

"The fine adjustments to the details should have been instructed by Him, but whether He did it personally remains to be verified."

Adam sent this victim, who had certain evidence, to the hands of the Feysac spy. The True Creator finally got a glimpse of part of the future trend of the times and deduced Adam's layout.

"The royal family of the Feysac Empire are hunters, and they have sufficient needs to start a war."

"Since a war is inevitable, the trend of the times that Adam can most easily promote is 'Feysac Empire declares war on Loen or Intis'. However, this is an obvious thing. Feysac has been harassing these two countries in recent decades, and it cannot be considered as controlling the trend of the times. So, from the perspective of adjacent channels, the trend of the times that Adam is promoting is most likely 'Feysac Empire declares war on Loen Kingdom'."

"With the pressure of doomsday, plus the arrangements made for the Mother Goddess of Earth, the God of War will be willing to take action."

"This is their internal conflict and has nothing to do with other gods. The chances of them waiting and speculating are very high, but they will not easily intervene."

"If all goes well, the Goddess of Night will become a dual-path true god, and He will also complete the godhood ritual and will soon become a visionary."

The True Creator predicted what might happen in the future with just a few words. Adam's actions this time allowed Him to finally determine the details of the "trend of the times" - if the final war was not triggered by the Feysac Empire, it would definitely affect the effect of Adam's deification ceremony.

but……

“Why does He want to regulate it personally?”

"Is there something unexpected happening? Is there another country about to start a war first?"

"Based on His past behavior, when such an emergency occurs, His first choice should be to use various methods to resolve the emergency, or to control it, rather than to speed up the deployment."

In fact, due to His characteristics as a "writer" and His status as the King of Angels, the things He wrote were infinitely close to the future, and even the concept of "emergency" was almost impossible to occur.

Losing a victim is not a big deal; the information revealed behind this is what the real creator cannot ignore.

Adam was unable to resolve the emergency. Could it be that the true God was secretly intervening?
Dark Night would certainly not trouble Adam just when the plan was about to begin, and the other gods probably didn't know much about this plan.

Unlikely.

"If this is not His whim, then there is only one scenario left."

"The accident happened to Himself... He lost the power to ensure the smooth flow of the times!"

Adam was injured? He might even have lost some of his power to control the course of history? The pupils of the True Creator shrank slightly. He was shocked by this possibility. There had been no wars at the angel level in recent decades, and no reshuffle of forces. How could Adam suddenly be injured and lose some of his power? Who could give a heavy blow to the "audience" who was best at hiding themselves?
More importantly, there was no news about this matter from beginning to end.

Wherever you go, you leave a trace. It is understandable that Adam concealed this matter himself, but the person who injured Him did not take any action after that, did not show goodwill to the three gods, and did not make any changes in the "audience" path. This is unreasonable!

Or maybe something happened, and it was over without anyone knowing.

In this case, Adam's damage happened earlier!
Earlier...

Suddenly, the True Creator thought of an important moment in history, an event involving angels and the True God, and in which Adam was also involved.

This incident had little to do with Him at the time, and it had ended long ago, so He did not notice it.

——Nearly two hundred years ago, the era of the “Black Emperor” Russell Gustav.

Things became confusing, and at this moment, the True Creator realized with almost pain that the damage to Adam was most likely related to the Outer Gods. "How long have I been walking on the tightrope without knowing it..."

How long has the Earth been walking side by side with eternal damnation?
It is like walking in endless darkness, and when a ray of light shines, you are horrified to find that you are walking on the edge of an abyss.

There was nothing else to think about except fear.

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After not sleeping all night, Lieutenant General Javier sat up with bloodshot eyes and deep shadows under his eyes.

He slowly put on his clothes and walked towards the bathroom with his eyes wide open. The full-length mirror in the corner reflected the figure of a middle-aged man with untidy beard and messy hair, walking like a zombie in a gorgeous coat.

Demigods certainly won't be affected in spirit and appearance by not sleeping for a night. As long as they are willing, they can stay in good condition even without eating or sleeping for a week.

Therefore, this terrible and decadent look now is a reflection of Javier's inner thoughts.

The servants walking towards them in the corridor lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the general's face.

The general was in a bad mood, and his subordinates did not dare to rest in peace. At dawn, the adjutant had already arrived in the meeting room. His meticulous appearance could not hide his fatigue and nervousness. Seeing the general coming in, the adjutant quickly stood up and bowed his head to greet him.

"This is the latest news from last night," the adjutant reported immediately, "Admiral Amyrius Levitt has arrived..."

Javier raised his hand, signaling the adjutant not to continue, and then spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I want to talk to the Governor."

The adjutant sensed something and looked embarrassed: "The Governor's schedule starts at nine o'clock. The first thing to do today is to pick up Admiral Levitt who has secretly arrived at the port."

Javier acted as if he hadn't heard anything and kept talking: "No matter what, the Governor is a kind man. He will have mercy on the innocent people. If we can convince him, there will be a chance for this matter to turn around."

"The Spiritual Cult will not negotiate. I have spies there. The top brass are not even preparing for negotiations. This is a trap, a delaying tactic."

"...General, perhaps submitting appropriate intelligence can better persuade the Governor." Seeing that he could not stop it, the adjutant had to make a suggestion.

"I know." Javier took a deep breath, "I have no evidence."

"Submit the application. I need to talk to the Governor." Finally, he said, "I... will go out for a walk."

After saying that, he turned and left, returned to his residence, tidied himself up, stood in front of the mirror for a long time, and then slowly took off the officer's uniform that symbolized his identity and status.

He changed into a simple coat, did not take a carriage, and did not notify any subordinates. He just opened the window and quickly left the Governor's Palace in the wind.

Life in the city is still going on as usual, with soldiers patrolling back and forth on the roads. Most of the people who have not left are ordinary residents who have no channels and no money. They will only come out for a short while during the day, buy some food and leave, and will not stay on the streets for long.

The decree stipulates the personnel and scope of entry and exit, and the arrival of General Negan greatly reduces the pressure of defense.

A few blocks away, you can see traces of roadblocks and war. You can even see transparent shadows and some stiff human bodies wandering in the shadows of some streets. These dead bodies who may suddenly rise up at any time have caused great trouble to the army in the past few months.

Seeing this bleak scene, Javier became even more depressed.

Before the Spirit Cult invaded, Aldra was a prosperous city, the third largest trading city in Balam. The city was bustling with people, the tourism industry was very developed, and outside the city there were plantations and gardens, and merchants were willing to come here to do business.

But now, half of the city has become ruins, and no one has escaped from outside the city for a long time.

The wounded soldiers sat in the corners, behind shelters, and together with the ragged residents and beggars, the scene was devastated.

Javier walked in the city like a zombie. After walking for a long time, he was tired and sat down on a bench to rest.

He was thinking about how he could protect this place and how to thwart the conspiracy of the Spirit Cult.

At this moment, a voice came from beside him:
"You look very unhappy."

Javier's hair almost exploded. He turned around suddenly and found a brown-haired man sitting at the other end of the bench. He had a newspaper in his hand and a few books beside him. It seemed that he had been sitting here for some time.

His state affected his vigilance, and he had not noticed that there was another person here before. Javier did not answer, not wanting others to notice his mood.

"Could you please move aside for a moment?" the brown-haired man said again. His attitude was very good, gentle and patient. "You're pressing down on something I put there."

Javier looked around and noticed that a corner of his scarf was sticking out from under his butt.

These things and this person seemed to have appeared here suddenly. If this man did not have any spiritual aura belonging to a Beyonder, Javier would have suspected that he was being fooled by some High-Sequence Powerful Being.

He stood up in annoyance: "Sorry."

"Thank you for your understanding." The middle-aged man took the scarf back, folded it and put it on the other side, and said, "Are you from the Northern Continent? There don't seem to be many people from the Northern Continent in this city now."

Being regarded as a Northern Continent native was undoubtedly a compliment, and this statement really touched his heart. Javier felt proud for a moment. He did not refute, but said:

"I haven't left yet."

The middle-aged man smiled knowingly, then became a little worried: "Aldera is already very unsafe. I hope this negotiation will go smoothly."

Javier sat back, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly:
"Yes, but the Spiritual Cult is coming with such force that it's probably not that easy to deal with."

"But I heard that the Governor is already preparing for it." The middle-aged man was a little uneasy, "It should go smoothly, right?"

"How can it be smooth? How could those cunning cults let go of this opportunity!" Usually no one would listen to him, and this topic happened to be the source of his recent restlessness, so Javier immediately opened up:

"I think they just want to put on a show, delay the Governor and his men, and then find an opportunity to invade."

"Perhaps the negotiation itself is a trap. What if the Pale Queen doesn't leave, but plans to take advantage of the negotiation to capture everyone? Then Aldra will be completely unable to resist?"

"That shouldn't be possible, right? Would the evil cult dare to go against the Kingdom of Loen?"

Javier snorted, "I've already done the right thing."

"What should I do?" The middle-aged man was obviously a little panicked. "My neighbors and friends were killed in the attack. My family is still anxiously waiting for me to return to the Northern Continent. I don't want to die here too."

"Yes, yes." He suddenly said, "Will General Reina not take care of this matter? I heard that he has resigned and returned to Loon. Has he also given up Aldra?"

TBC
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The extra time is half past six.

(End of this chapter)