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

Chapter 233 On the Feelings of Fellows

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Hearing these words, the golden figure appeared again:
"You have a clue yourself?"

"You don't need to know this."

After looting all the valuable things in the Emerald City, Edward returned to the cliff where he came from. He stood on the high place to admire the disaster he had created for a while, and then began to confirm the situation of the island.

"This island should be something Roselle intentionally left for Bernadette. There is no such location on the world map, and the surrounding spiritual world does show signs of distortion. With a little modification, it can completely meet the requirements of the real creator for being 'hidden enough'."

The lamp genie said: "Your schizophrenia seems to be a bit serious."

Edward looked at it lovingly: "It seems that I am too easy to talk to. How much did your potion increase your IQ?"

The spirit world creatures reappeared, bringing back some low- and medium-sequence Beyonder traits, all of which were picked up from several hiding places on the island. There were not too many members of the "Elemental Dawn" on Lasha, but they were all pillars of strength that were valued by the "Mysterious Queen" and were worthy of cultivation. Bernadette Gustav, the leader, was only Sequence 3. Now that they were completely wiped out, the remaining members from the outside world were no longer a threat.

"But it seems that 'The Red Shoes' hasn't stopped yet."

Edward felt that part of his spiritual power was still being consumed slightly. The "Red Shoes" seemed to have left Lasha and gone to another place, taking the curse with it.

"Will this fairytale magic continue in the outside world?"

Edward felt a little curious. He saw that Bernadette's fairy tale magic was effective immediately, and the effects and traces would disappear after use. However, his "Red Shoes" actually lasted and even left Lasha. Perhaps she didn't kill all the targets, so she followed her out?
The story of "The Red Shoes" comes from an old fairy tale, but it is full of darkness and horror, and does not seem like a fairy tale.

In the old history, this term also represents a recurring social phenomenon - at first one or two people start dancing, and then everyone begins to dance unconsciously, and will not stop until they are exhausted or even die. Even if they are knocked unconscious, they will continue dancing after waking up.

According to the doctors at that time, these people should be infected with a fungus called ergot, which can cause nervous disorders. After they were infected with this fungus, they would become nervous and then develop paranoia. But in fact, the outbreak of this kind of dancing disease often occurs in the summer, and ergot does not appear much in this season. So this conjecture is actually not true.

Furthermore, it is believed that it is very likely a "group psychogenic disease". This disease is mainly caused by mutual influence among people. If some people see one person getting sick, they will have a fear or even self-suggestion, which will lead them to do the same behavior.

Just like in a restaurant, if one person starts vomiting, feeling nauseous, or convulsing, other diners will be influenced by the same psychological cues and behave in the same way, even if they are later found not to have food poisoning.

"...It seems that in the past, the 'Red Shoes' incidents that occurred were all caused by collective psychological and mental illnesses. It should be the collective mental illness of the 'audience' that is spreading. The mysterious reappearance will reproduce the mysterious power in the incident and also reproduce the part that spread the infection."

The red dancing shoes suddenly had more uses, and could shine in more occasions. Edward was in a good mood to encounter such a surprise after trying a mysterious magic.

He quickly returned to Bayam through the spirit world, found a restaurant to sit down, and sent the coordinates of Rasha to the real creator.

The lamp god grabbed a few newspapers from the North Continent that were placed in the restaurant for casual reading. After taking a quick look, he tentatively asked, "I don't know what stage the Black Emperor's ritual has reached now. How confident are you that you can make me King George III?"

"His laws, order, architectural style, and mausoleum have all been prepared decades ago. Only 'making the people closely associate their identities with the position of emperor' has not been achieved. The international community and the people are still accustomed to calling him the King of Loen. Now most of the ritual conditions should have been gathered, and we are just waiting for a sacrifice that most of the people will participate in."

"Oh. Those false gods didn't react?"

"They acquiesced, because it was obviously impossible for Roselle to be resurrected normally and intact."

"That means George III was more or less acquiesced in."

"If you consider that attitude as tacit approval..." The demon shrugged, "George III has made some sacrifices, and the attitude of the Seven Gods is to turn a blind eye, but let their church find clues on its own."

Edward straightened his collar and said, "I have enough means to send you to George III. It depends on how quickly you, who was once at the top of the sequence, can devour Him."

The pale golden figure's mouth once again cracked a black crescent. "This is very simple. Everything they have comes from me. They are just a group of usurpers who are temporarily living in my palace."

"So, fellow, what do you need?" the genie asked, "like two disabled people from the Uniqueness of God?"

"No need, I have my own plans for the two of them."

“You killed Bernadette and used her to stimulate Roselle, and then replaced his love for his daughter with his hatred for you, which became his new obsession.” The Lamp God said with a tut. “Well, this is indeed an interesting idea. Although you have the title of a king, you seem to be particularly good at these methods. I have to admit that you do have a lot of unique understandings of these little bugs… But, forgive me for being blunt, all Roselle wants is to become a true god and then escape. If there are weaknesses, we can exploit them, and if there are extraordinary characteristics, they will definitely gather together. They are the kind that are quite easy for us to deal with.”

"...That's what I said."

Edward said, "But the Uncertain Mist is already a plant god, and it's not your turn to threaten the true god with a sealed object."

The genie laughed twice as if nothing had happened: "We are eternal, and temporary death is nothing."

"However, since you don't need me to help you obtain the uniqueness, nor do you need any clues about the source, I find it a little difficult to understand your thoughts."

Edward smiled: "I just want to divert the attention of the Fallen Mother Goddess."

"For personal reasons, I really want to kill Roselle, but Roselle's death means that the fallen Mother Goddess will only have the unyielding Mr. Men left. So, compared to me who gave Bernadette to Her as a daughter, you who became King George III will become Her main target of resentment."

The genie was stunned.

The crescent moon on the lamp god's face turned upside down: "You want to hurt me!"

"Of course. Do you really believe that I am here to save you? It would be better to tell you these things directly than for you not to know my purpose and cause trouble to me by wavering." Edward's smile became brighter and his eyes narrowed slightly. "But you can't refuse, my friend. Don't you want to get rid of the shackles of Tianzun?"

"Besides, I helped you, so you should still pay me, my dear compatriot."

491
After forcing back the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell, who met him on a narrow road, the "Future" once again ushered in a peaceful voyage.

For most of the next day, the sun remained bright and the sky was always at noon. The "Future" bypassed several relics and ruins and went deeper and deeper into the ocean.

Anderson had somehow recovered and came to Klein's side.

He looked around and pointed at the buildings submerged in the water ahead and said:
"Go past the ruins, turn left and drive about ten nautical miles, and you'll have a chance to encounter mermaids."

Finally... Klein was about to respond when the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight suddenly disappeared. Another night had arrived.

Without saying anything more, he returned to his room and lay down on the bed.

Soon, he woke up from his dream and saw clean floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly arranged long tables and chairs, and bookshelves filled with books.

He came to a strange place, which looked very much like the inner hall of a black monastery. There were large oil paintings on the ceiling, huge open spaces, high ceilings and very distinctive columns. The decorative style reminded people of ancient Rome or Greece.

However, the space they arrived at this time was much smaller than the magnificent hall before. It was more like a person's residence, with simple furniture, fur on the bed, a large cup on the table, and brown wooden furniture that was out of tune with the gorgeous decoration of the room.

The window was open, and the evening light shone in from afar, casting a pale golden hue on everything.

"What is this place?"

This environment made Klein feel somewhat relaxed. With natural light, there was no need to light candles.

The only strange thing was that all the furnishings in the room were larger than the usual furniture. The height of the table was higher than Klein's waist, as if it was for a giant. There was a huge bookshelf against the wall, which was also taller than one could imagine. Fortunately, the books did not become too outrageous in size.

Klein walked closer and saw that the spines of every book were written in ancient Hermetic language, Giant language. The hardcover books commonly seen on the market were almost invisible. The ones on display were all handwritten manuscripts bound in parchment. They looked ancient and obscure.

The largest, heaviest, and most exquisite book among them naturally caught Klein's attention.

""Bible"……"

After translating the above text, Klein's pupils trembled.

This is no longer just a joke. Even if you use your toes to guess, you know who came up with this name!
“Will the first sentence in it be… Before the creation of heaven and earth, the world was a chaotic sea, and the Spirit of God was moving on the surface of the sea…”

God created the world in seven days. This opening line is so famous that even those who have not read it have heard of it. Klein couldn't help but complain about it, but it still aroused his interest. He wanted to see what the Bible would look like with the style of this world.

He took out the Bible and a few other books such as "Observations on the Eastern Continent" and came to the table. However, after comparing the heights of the chair and the table, he chose to take off the thin layer of animal skin on the chair, put it on the ground, then sat down and began to browse quickly.

Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps approaching from outside the room.

Klein's mind tensed instantly, and he slowly raised his head.

The first thing that caught his eye was the corner of the long robe and the bare, rough feet underneath it.

As his eyes moved upwards, he could see the appearance of the person coming.

Wearing a simple cloth robe, a brown belt, black hair and eyes, the visitor is the "Black Saint", Leo Master.

He was not much different from the one he had seen in his dream before, but he had many more inexplicable feelings. It seemed to confirm Klein's previous speculation - the "Black Saint" was divided into the kind Leo Master and the evil "Black Knight" because of the mirror. If the "Black Knight" was destroyed, the saint would become a kind and upright person. With the previous accidental awakening, the kind side of Leo Master realized his identity. Now the two of them should have merged into one, but it was unclear who had the upper hand.

Klein was wary of the Saint of the Aurora Society and slowly stood up without speaking immediately.

Leo Master always maintained a gentle smile on his face, but in that smile there was a hint of majesty and solemnity.

He lowered his head to look at Klein. When his eyes met the heavy book in his hand, the solemn atmosphere disappeared. Leo Master took a few steps back, so that their eyes were level, and then smiled at Klein:

"Welcome, our countrymen."

Klein immediately put the Bible aside and said, "You misunderstood."

"After I atoned for my sins, I prayed to the Lord and He gave me a revelation."

Leo Master’s attitude remains excellent: “The Lord says, He who opens His sacred book is the messenger He has sent.”

...Real Creator, you are going too far... Klein immediately understood everything: the "Black Saint" who had returned to normal received psychological hints from the Real Creator, so such a relaxing room was derived in the dream, and a bookshelf containing the "Black Saint's" experiences was placed on it. Leo Master's belief in the Real Creator and the Real Creator's hints made this Bible appear in the most conspicuous place. As a remnant of the old times, he would naturally be attracted to this book... Klein wanted to say something but stopped, so he organized his words and simply shut up.

It was useless to say anything to the devout believer. Since the other party had already determined that he was the favored one, endless explanations would only make the other party angry.

Klein exhaled slowly: "Please just stay there. I just want to read a book quietly for a while."

"of course can."

Leo Master readily agreed.

Then he added: "The Lord wants to summon you, His Excellency the Messenger, and I hope you will be ready at any time."

The True Creator is coming to find me again? Klein recalled some bad memories and asked, "Why?"

"We cannot presume to guess the unfathomable will of God." Leo Master was very patient with the Lord's messenger. "The Lord said that the summons will happen in the real world. If you want to know more, you need to pray to the Lord yourself."

A blessing is not a curse, and a curse cannot be avoided... After completing the promotion of "Master of Secret Puppetry", I do plan to return to Backlund...

It seems that there is no way to escape this time?

Klein frowned. Facing Leo Master's burning gaze, he had no choice but to suppress his reluctance and nodded.
"I see."

TBC
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(End of this chapter)