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

Chapter 215 Behind bars
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Edward lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, in a daze.

It wasn't like he was completely in a daze, because part of his consciousness was fighting with the Mother Tree of Desire in Suea's brain, torturing Suea to the point of nervous breakdown, and he wished he could die on the spot.

And when Suea suffered a nervous breakdown, he continued to broadcast almost all the prisoners' channels, torturing all his believers to the point where their lives were worse than death. Together, they performed the role of "madman" brilliantly tonight and endured tremendous pain.

And He was trying hard to persuade Sua in his mind.

Persuade the other person to die.

However, no interim results have been achieved in the short term, not because Suea's belief is stronger than Adam's, but because the spirit of the Mother Tree of Desire has not completely perished with him. Suea, who has a backer, is still dreaming of his parents helping him.

Although He controlled most of Suea's body, Suea's body was temporarily restrained by the Mother Tree of Desire's "double self-restraint of body and mind". His spiritual activity was therefore suppressed to the lowest level, and he could only change his strategy from fierce attack to slow erosion.

However, this was just a delaying tactic, and his victory was completely foreseeable.

Sua's body and mind are bound. He is unable to perform ritual prayers to the Mother Tree of Desire, nor can he respond to the followers of the Indulgence Sect. Sooner or later, the gifts of the Mother Tree of Desire on his body will slowly be exhausted.

Once the spirituality of the Mother Tree of Desire disappears, the almost stagnant erosion progress bar will move forward rapidly again, causing problems with Sua's self-cognition and finally becoming a part of himself.

In this way, even if a container like Edward, whose sequence is not high and is relatively fragile, eats Sua, it will be safe.

Just as Edward and Sua were discussing their ideal of divine life, the part of their consciousness that remained outside suddenly heard layers of prayers.

"Oh, someone wants to see me." Edward waved goodbye to Siea, who was lying face down on the ground and had given up thinking, with a friendly smile, "Let's talk tomorrow."

After saying this, He disappeared from Sua's consciousness and returned to his own container through the mystical connection.

It was a long time after He left that Suea slowly raised his head. The white hair on his head continued to grow at an imperceptible speed. On his obscured face, there was a blue right eye without a pupil and without any vision.

When desires were suppressed, indulgence was restrained, and rationality and divine indifference returned to his brain after a long absence, Su'a, who had become an arena for the wrestling between two foreign gods, felt deep despair, which led to deep panic.

"Sacrifice..."

His palms were facing upwards, his fingers were curled up, and they were twitching slightly as if in a spasm.

"...Why is it not yet...not enough...not enough..."

"I don't want to die..."

Being slowly invaded and replaced by another consciousness made Him feel like he was experiencing a long death.

Edward was not interested in Sua's mental journey. He stopped staring at the ceiling, looked at the caller's note of prayer, and quickly answered the call.

A message came from the other side immediately:

"There is civil unrest in the Loen Colony City, and the Spiritual Cult has officially stationed troops there."

"Oh, you're still working so late. If you take the lead in working overtime like this, will anyone in the Aurora Club dare to leave work?"

Edward immediately praised him. According to his life experience, it is always right to praise others: "Ally, your intelligence organization is really excellent. You got the news less than ten hours after the incident. It seems that you are also concerned about the affairs of another continent."

"…Now is a sensitive period. The intelligence departments of various countries and organizations are very nervous. The number of military exercises has also increased significantly. It's almost like an arms race has started." The True Creator took a look at the Iron Cross report submitted overnight, thinking that hunters are indeed much more sensitive than the secret prayers in this regard. This cannot be cultivated. "What are you doing in the southern continent?"

Edward preparedly took out two pieces of paper from under his pillow:

"I won a lottery for a luxury January tour to the Southern Continent at Backlund Hotel."

"The Southern Continent is very interesting. I will bring you some local specialties when I return."

"I really appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to pay me a visit."

"I'm not busy. I'm just sleeping. You're welcome."

The True Creator took a deep breath and smoked the entire Feysac cigarette in one go. “A general with a clean record suddenly betrayed his country, and the timing of the Spirit Cult’s entry was so precise. This matter is somewhat suspicious.”

"you're right."

The demon nodded seriously, and then asked seriously: "Any clues?"

The True Creator puffed out smoke, "No. The scene was very clean, and all the doubts had corresponding explanations. Behind the innocent record was a long period of oppression and discrimination. The defeat and request for peace was the last straw. This was a matter of course."

"That sounds really good." The demon sighed, "The Spiritual Cult has recaptured a city. No matter what they plan to do next, this will definitely cause a stir in the Northern Continent."

"That's right. Starting tomorrow and for a long time, the headlines of newspapers in the countries of the Northern Continent will probably be shocking." The True Creator said meaningfully and casually, "Perhaps it will break the fragile balance between the North and South Continents ahead of time, causing the war that everyone is nervously looking forward to to start ahead of time."

Edward smiled. "Looks like this is going to bother Adam for a while."

"Yes."

There was a tacit silence between the two for a while.

After thinking for a few seconds, the True Creator said, "After your luxurious one-month vacation, you can consider returning to the Northern Continent."

Edward sneered, "Go back? What for? Go back to jail under the eyes of darkness? Three hundred years and three hundred years... I'm almost becoming a true god on Earth! Jail has almost become an inseparable part of my life as a god. I won't go back."

"Can't you get into less trouble?" The True Creator disagreed with the idea that being on Earth was like being in prison.

"I have caused very little trouble. The Mother Tree of Desire, the Mother Goddess of Fall, which one of them is not more famous than me?"

Edward turned his head and looked at the ceiling. "When I first witnessed it, I even thought about taking back the source material and leaving. It was only hundreds of years ago that I came up with the idea of ​​destroying the earth. Allies, this is a question of stance. No matter what I do, you think I am causing trouble. If you want me not to cause trouble, give me a reason why you humans are still worthy of existence. Don't use empty love and peace and individual cases to bombard me."

The True Creator frowned and said, "You are right. There is no need for me to reason with you. After all, you no longer reason with the world. You should be more willing to follow the principle of strength. Whoever is stronger and wins in the end is right."

"That's great." Edward raised his eyebrows. "I still prefer to communicate with straightforward gods."

There was another period of silence as everyone was thinking their own thoughts.

"Do you have any intention of adding fuel to the fire?" Edward asked.

"No." The True Creator answered concisely.

He had no interest in the national rebellion in the southern continent, and he neither encouraged nor rejected it, because even though he was the human side of the ancient sun god, he had no extra thoughts about these internal struggles of mankind. Before the end of the world, mankind had been divided into a whole in his heart, and even if they were two nests of ants fighting each other, they were all objects that he wanted to protect.

God doesn’t care whether the two nests of ants can live in harmony in the future. Let’s talk about that kind of luxury after the end of the world.

But infighting between two colonies of ants is not a good thing, as it will lead to unnecessary changes.

Moreover, the Spiritual Cult will also affect the Goddess of Night's plan to control the uniqueness of the God of Death. If the strength and reputation of the Royal Faction are improved, the artificial God of Death will naturally decrease, and the internal division of the Spiritual Cult will gradually end. This involves the future doomsday, and the real creator will never support the Spiritual Cult.

"What a shame." Edward looked away. "I was looking forward to a wonderful performance from your Iron Cross."

When talking about the Iron Cross, the shadow of a young man appeared in the mind of the True Creator, and he said:
"Your relative is in the Iron Cross Society, and he works from 9 to 5 every day and leaves on time."

"Can't you figure out his position? You can just treat him as my child." Edward smiled nonchalantly, "I like this child very much. He is a smart and interesting human being who always brings me some new surprises."

The True Creator was not surprised. "He has been working hard recently to obtain the right to use a Sealed Artifact, which corresponds to Sequence 3 of the Night Path. His purpose is unclear. As a family member, you should know this."

"I don't know either. Maybe he has his own plans."

Edward yawned and pulled the quilt up. "I have always been an open-minded person. I respect the fate of others and do not interfere with the future of children. So, ally, are you done talking? Can you let me go to bed now? If possible, please turn off the light for me, thank you."

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Klein paced back and forth in Olawei's luxurious hotel suite with his eyes open.

After the naval base was blocked, the general's temporary accommodation was changed to the best hotel suite in the city of Oravi.

The interior decoration and facilities were actually much better than Bayam's "Azure Wind" hotel, but he did not sleep all night in the luxury suite, thinking about the connection between "Source Castle", "True Creator" and "Mother Tree of Desire". The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

The first time I saw the power of Sefirah Castle was when I rashly divined the "mutated sun emblem" and accidentally looked directly at the eternal blazing sun. Sefirah Castle resisted the response of the gods' conditioned reflex, so I thought Sefirah Castle might be a seal corresponding to the level of a true god, and it was a relatively powerful type in this class.

But as his knowledge continued to grow, after seeing the real Level 0 Sealed Artifact 0-08 and the "Dice of Probability" that uniquely changed the "Monster" path, Klein discovered that Sefirah Castle seemed to be much stronger than them. The best example was that the "Dice of Probability" that acted as it pleased in the real world became as quiet as a chicken after being brought to Sefirah Castle, not moving at all.

He had speculated whether Sefirah Castle was the product of the uniqueness of the "Fortune Teller" path, but after seeing the appearance of the "Dice of Probability", he silently dispelled this speculation.

According to Klein's guess, although the Level 0 Sealed Artifact was powerful and terrifying, it should not be strong enough for a true god to snatch it. But just last night, a deity, the "Mother Tree of Desire", personally issued an oracle, and even let Klein fall into a trap five days in advance.

Could it be that because the Rose School’s talents are dwindling and Sealed Objects are scarce, the “Mother Tree of Desire” wants to seize Sefirah Castle?
But that doesn’t make sense.

Ince Zangwill left with 0-08 "The Pen of Aleshod" and committed a series of crimes during his three years on the run. This year alone, he participated in the God's Descent in Tingen and the Backlund Great Smog, causing many casualties among innocent civilians and Beyonders. Even at this point, the Church of Evernight still focused on "arresting or killing Ince Zangwill on the spot" instead of demanding the recapture of 0-08.

Perhaps it was also meant to keep it secret and prevent 0-08 from attracting the greed of wild high-sequence Beyonders.

But no matter what, in the incident of Ince Zangwill, the Church of Evernight deliberately weakened the presence of 0-08 as a Level 0 Seal, and mainly emphasized the ability of 0-08 and the crimes of the traitorous Bishop Ince Zangwill.

But Sefirah Castle is different from 0-08.

Because the true creator also told him that Sefirah Castle represented a heavy fate. If the Mother Tree of Desire took it away, did it mean that the other party took that fate away as well?

"After the True Creator discovered that I was carrying the Sefirah Fortress, he chose to help me." Klein looked solemnly at the slowly brightening sky outside the window, not feeling relaxed at all. "After the Mother Tree of Desire discovered it, he chose to snatch it away."

"I can understand that the evil gods have different positions, but when it comes to Sefirah Castle, I guess it can't be simply explained by position. There may be deeper reasons."

"It is impossible to connect the information of these fragments. I am missing an important puzzle piece, and this puzzle piece is the 'real purpose of Sefirah Castle'... Only by knowing this can I speculate on the fate I might encounter, and then speculate on what the difference in behavior between the two evil gods, the True Creator and the Mother Tree of Desire, who have different stances, represents..."

Klein shook his head and sat back on the sofa, looking at the table in front of him with some annoyance.

But the real creator was unwilling to tell him this, as if he had other concerns.

Before confirming the other party's true purpose behind helping him, Klein still had doubts about the evil god group and was inclined towards the Church of the Righteous God.

"Oh, I don't want to think about this anymore."

"My biggest problem right now is how to successfully complete this mission and get rid of the identity of Amyrius Levitt."

Time slowly passed to seven o'clock, eight o'clock, and half past eight.

The hotel waiter knocked on the door and pushed in the breakfast cart after getting permission. Then he left in a hurry without even raising his head.

Klein walked over slowly, looked at the steaming and fragrant breakfast, took it to the table and slowly began to eat.

The Oravi police were actively arresting lower-level members of the "Naturist Sect" and the Rose School. Klein ignored them and turned down most of the work on the grounds that he was injured and needed to rest.

Five hours had passed since the contract ended, but Amyrius still hadn't appeared.

Klein's heart slowly sank.

He now had to think about escaping.

"Look at it from a bright side. Admiral Amyrius was involved in a secret mission, so there must be a record of him in some files. I still have the contract, and these records can prove my innocence. I am just a temporary substitute. The general's death has nothing to do with me, so I won't be troubled too much."

But it's not that simple:
"I'm just afraid that some big shots will think that I know their secrets. After all, I've read a lot of documents during the past few days playing the role of the admiral... More importantly, that organization came to warn me in person in my dream. If I'm not careful, I'll be swept up in the tide of the times and torn to pieces."

Even if you use your toes to think, you know that continuing to play Amyrius is not a good option.

You may be able to get away with it in the short term, but there are too many variables and you will definitely be discovered after a while.

He has no power and no backing. His secretary Lu Er'an's sequence is higher than his. It is too easy to control him or make him disappear.

The only option left is to escape and then find a way to prove your innocence later.

Klein approached the window and looked down, only to see strict security outside.

The local police from Oravi filled in the vacancies in the guard. After the sudden attack last night, everyone was on high alert.

It's almost impossible to get away with it.

Unfortunately, the "Faceless Man" still remains in the category of "human". If he could hide in someone else's body and leave like the "Rose Bishop", or twist his body into a form that humans cannot imagine, it would be much easier to get out.

Now that the "master key" no longer exists, it is impossible to leave through some place without a door.

It would be too suspicious to just say "I want to go out for a walk, you are not allowed to follow me" rashly.

"That is to say, now, I definitely can't escape by my own strength."

If he were an ordinary Faceless Man, he would have fallen into despair by now, but Klein was not an ordinary Faceless Man.

He muttered to himself, then took out Azik's copper whistle from his pocket.

There was a long crack on the copper whistle, the crack was pitch black, and it almost split the entire whistle diagonally in half. However, when the crisis occurred, the whistle was not damaged, and it effectively blocked the terrifying cold wind, saving Klein's life.

Now, the cracks on the whistle have not increased, but there is no sign of recovery either. I probably need to let Mr. Azik come and take a look in person.

Before deciding to take action, Klein walked four steps backwards, climbed up to Sefirah Castle, sat on the high-backed chair of The Fool, took out the yellow crystal pendulum, and wrote down a divination statement:
"Azik Copper Whistle can be used normally"

He did not enter a dream. This divination was relatively simple. It could be judged based on the rotation direction of the yellow crystal.

After silently reciting seven times and entering the divination state, the yellow crystal pendulum began to move clockwise in a small amplitude.

"It can be used normally, but it looks like there's something wrong with the copper whistle." Klein nodded. "After we leave, I'll tell Mr. Azik what happened and see if there's any way to repair the copper whistle."

Then, Klein wrote another divination statement:
"Spiritual teleportation can help me escape successfully"

Repeat the same method seven times, and after that, the citrine pendulum will move clockwise at a constant speed.

Klein nodded, simulated the feeling of falling, and left Sephira Castle.

Then he blew Azik's copper whistle, and the sound was much smaller than before, as if the air he blew into it leaked out through the cracks in the whistle.

Klein waited for several minutes before the pale flame ignited again and the figure of the snake-tailed demigod appeared in front of him.

Klein's pupils shrank as he saw a huge crack on the snake-tailed demigod's body, from the right shoulder to the left waist. The direction of this crack was exactly the same as the crack on Azik's copper whistle! There was no flesh, blood or bone in the crack on the snake-tailed demigod's body either, only a deep black.

The demigod looked much weaker than usual. As soon as he appeared, his gaze immediately shifted to the copper whistle. Klein clearly felt that the other party was in a bad mood, even heavy.

“I encountered a terrifying stranger and will tell Mr. Azik about it,” Klein answered immediately.

The snake-tailed demigod then looked back at Klein, and his white bone skull nodded slightly.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and his clothes began to twist, transforming into the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow. He took out a piece of paper figurine from his pocket and eliminated the remaining traces of mysticism in the room.

Finally, he transformed a paper figure into the stern-looking Admiral Amyrius Leavitt, and had it walk slowly back and forth in the room, occasionally passing by the window, creating the illusion that the general was still there, delaying the time of being discovered.

The dummy won't exist for long, but half an hour is enough for a "faceless man" to leave.

After doing all this, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and said to the Serpent Tail Demigod:
"Please take me to a corner of this city."

The demigod understood and grabbed his arm and entered the spirit world. After just a few minutes, Klein felt the grip on his arm disappear. As he fell, the colors around him quickly became clearer. Klein steadied himself and landed lightly in an inconspicuous alley.

He checked the contract paper in his arms, changed into another person, and walked towards the "Sweet Lemon" bar in the city.

He was going to tell Bill Brando, who had asked him for help, that the contract had ended, the general had been replaced, and he was also going to get the balance of 500 pounds and the extraordinary items promised by the other party.

Klein decided to use the time difference to his advantage and delay the time of being discovered as much as possible. He also did his best to investigate the cause of General Amyrius' death and clear himself of suspicion.

Today was February 2th, Sunday. He would take the opportunity to return to Bayam, the "City of Generosity" with a huge flow of people, hide himself completely, and then issue a commission through tomorrow's Tarot Club to find a way to go to the ruins of the God War to look for the mermaid.

After two months of thrilling life at sea, his "Faceless Man" potion had almost been digested.

TBC
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Klein: Slipped away.

(End of this chapter)