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

Chapter 250 I’m here to declare war!

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May 1350, 5, two o'clock in the morning.

On the wall of a colonial city belonging to Loen, soldiers stood guard with guns in their arms, each of them feeling somewhat uneasy. On the huge wall, their presence seemed somewhat lonely.

The night is like a thick quilt, covering everything.

As time passed, the temperature in the early morning dropped lower and lower.

The soldiers' minds became dulled by sleepiness and the unchanging dim environment around them. Their perception of the surroundings gradually weakened. They yawned one after another and huddled together to keep warm near the torches on the city wall.

Although the nights in early spring in the southern continent are definitely not cold, people always have an instinctive yearning for warm places.

"Were both Lerha and Hesuit really captured by the Bairam resistance?"

To fight the sleepiness, the soldiers started chatting to kill time. A young soldier with brown eyes pulled up his collar and said worriedly: "Is it true? These two places are so far apart..."

"Why think so much? Didn't it say in the kingdom's newspapers? These two cities suffered the disaster first, and then these omnipresent cult members took the opportunity to rob them." Another soldier said disapprovingly.

"Didn't Aldra have an insider before? It took half a year, and it's only a matter of time before the kingdom takes it back. If the cult really has that much power, it wouldn't be a cult."

The city they were guarding was not too big, but it was not small either. It was about the same size as the two cities that had been captured, so they felt uneasy.

The two cities suddenly destroyed by natural disasters cannot be said to be close to each other. They can only be said to be completely unrelated. Their completely different strategic values ​​and unrelated geographical factors make it impossible for the Northern Continent to strategically explain the sudden fall of the two cities. Even the people of the Church of Death, after looking at the map, would begin to doubt the distance between the eyes of Quetzalcoatl after a brief ecstasy.

They didn't know why the Grim Reaper chose to destroy these two unrelated cities as soon as he opened his eyes, and they didn't dare to ask.

Perhaps the God of Death was just in a whim, but the extraordinary people on the "Death" path had to travel back and forth to manage the city.

Therefore, the Northern Continent authorities could only roughly say that it was the combined effect of natural disasters and evil cults...which was not wrong.

Anyway, the people of the Northern Continent, who have lived a normal life for more than a thousand years, have never seen Feifan with their own eyes, but most of them have developed extraordinary imaginations. If given a rough excuse, they will find reasons to make it up.

"But even if they can control three cities with the help of internal and external forces, the Balam resistance and their cult are much more powerful than the Highland resistance."

The brown-eyed soldier was still worried and couldn't help but say something to flatter others: "And we here..."

Under the complicated gazes of several compatriots, he muttered, "Not very ordinary."

There was no follow-up for more than a week after the incident, and the kingdom had responded to some extent. People who did not understand the extraordinary had nothing to worry about. However, the problem was that just by looking at the map, they could find that the city where they were stationed was right between Lerha and Hesut, and even right on the shortest line segment between the two points.

This special strategic position is the reason why the soldiers tremble.

"Stand guard seriously!" The squad leader arrived in time and scolded the young soldier.

"Can the cult just take over the kingdom's colonies? These rebels won't be able to occupy them for long. If a fight breaks out, the army will be sent over to take over. You don't need to worry about it."

His voice was carried far away by the night wind and fell on the plains outside the city. There was no echo and it was swallowed up by the vast darkness.

It is not an important city, nor does it have any important economic or strategic position. There are only a few hundred or a thousand troops stationed in the city.

But if they really want to fight, they may not be defeated. After all, the guns and weapons used by the rebels are at least one generation behind theirs.

Thinking this way, I could somewhat put my mind at ease. After being reprimanded, the soldiers soon quieted down and stopped talking in low voices. The young men, who were not even 40 years old at most, perked up again. They calculated the time and realized that they would be relieved in more than three hours before they could change shifts and go back to sleep. They could wait a little longer.

After enduring for a while, it was almost dawn and the sound of the soldiers yawning again was heard in the wind.

The team leader was also drowsy, but as soon as he closed his eyelids, he heard a few dry and shrill croaking sounds. He woke up with a startled look and saw a crow with mottled feathers resting on the city wall.

The crow landed in the right position, leaving its back to them. The captain immediately became alert, and the soldier standing nearby also looked over. The two of them gently loaded their guns, intending to shoot the bird down and bring it back to add some meat flavor to the pot.

With a "click", the gun was loaded, and the sound was particularly deafening in the silent night.

The crow flapped its wings and was not scared away by the slight sound.

A smile appeared on the team leader's face and his fingers were slightly clenched, as if he had already seen the crow fall to the ground and turn into food on the plate.

The crow turned around and approached the torch on the wall. The smile on the soldier standing behind the captain's side suddenly froze, as if it was choked in his throat. His face suddenly changed, as if he had seen something horrifying.

"Stomach! Stomach!" The soldier stretched out his trembling hand and pointed in the direction of the crow.

The crow with mottled feathers was still not scared away by the soldier's uncontrolled voice. The captain looked at it carefully and held his breath. The gun in his hand began to shake. The crow was facing them sideways. They couldn't see it clearly in the dark. Now near the firelight, they noticed that there was a large piece missing from the crow's abdomen, as if it had been eaten by another animal, revealing an empty cavity and rotten flesh.

The crow shook its wings stiffly, revealing blackened bones underneath its wings.

"Dead bird!" The captain was shocked. He moved his fingers immediately and with a gunshot, the strange crow fell to the ground.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the crow with half of its body blown off stood up again, headless and wingsless, with white maggots and bones indistinguishable from each other in the broken part. The crow took two unsteady steps and fell headfirst into the torch, stirring up a mess of sparks.

The squad leader and the soldiers were still in shock when they heard another cry from behind: "It's foggy! It's foggy!"

They hurriedly turned their heads to look. It was not surprising to have fog at night, but they did not expect that in the short moment when the crows attracted their attention, the thick fog gathered into layers of curtains. The figures of dozens of defenders on the city wall were completely invisible. Only the torches on the city wall and in their hands could be seen, and a circle of warm light flickered in the distance.

The team leader also quickly reached out to grab the torch, but at that moment, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the lower half of a rotten face pressing on his shoulder.

The face opened its mouth and blew gently, and the cold wind of decay and death immediately blew out the torch in front of it.

At the same time, all the torches on the city wall went out at the same time.

In the extreme darkness, they suddenly felt an instinctive fear. Cold hands pressed on their shoulders, knees and the back of their heads, pressing them down, and they knelt down towards the plain with their foreheads pressed against the ground.

The plain outside the city was already covered with fog without anyone noticing.

……

A young man with bronze skin and several braids tied behind his head was looking in the direction of the city wall.

He stood alone on the plain, gazing at the city with lights in the distance. Gray-black fog surrounded him. After a while, he blew out a breath, and the bone whistle in his mouth made a sharp sound. The zombies standing silently in the fog took steps and walked forward.

Swish, swish.

This is the sound of dry bones pushing away the soil.

The howling of spirits cannot be heard by the ears.

The dead rose from their slumber one after another, and young men with pigtails walked in the middle of the team, blowing whistles, driving them towards the distant city like a shepherd driving his flock of sheep.

When he reached the city gate, he was about to open the door to the underworld and go through, when the colors on his side suddenly became bright and a majestic old man with white hair, Mirella, the "messenger of death", walked out of the spirit world and stared at the young man in front of him.

"Why don't you attack the city?" he asked.

The young man lowered his head and said, "I have already made the soldiers guarding the city lose their combat effectiveness. We can open the gates and send the undead creatures into the city at any time."

"But they are still alive. You didn't let them go to the kingdom of death." Mirella scolded with a bad look, but still remained patient. "Stop showing off your womanly kindness. After staying with women and children for too long, have you forgotten how to fight and how to kill?!"

The young man remained silent.

Mirella raised her voice: "Garland Persat Eggers! Don't let me remind you again of the honor of your last name!"

"When you play with the children, you should remember how your sister was killed because she refused to give herself to the soldiers!"

"When you get along with women, you should remember how your mother and father were publicly executed for their resistance and identity!"

"When you were hiding at sea to escape reality, did you ever think that the people in your hometown were still being persecuted?" Mirella taught the child with great sorrow, "Her Majesty the Queen once asked me to bring you back, hoping that you, who are kind-hearted and popular among the people, could bring positive changes to the empire. Do you want to disappoint Her Majesty's expectations?"

Sequence 5 "Gatekeeper" Garland lowered his head and said nothing. After a few seconds, he closed his mouth and took a deep breath.

He exhaled forcefully, and the bone whistle between his teeth made a sharp sound that pierced the night sky.

The gate to the underworld blasted open! The ten-meter-high bronze gate completely covered the original location of the city gate. Countless vines and arms stretched out from the underworld and entangled the city wall. The extraordinary power made the city wall weather and corrode at a speed visible to the naked eye. The tall and solid city wall was not protected by the extraordinary power, and it turned into a ball of tofu-like mud in a very short time. There were some bones mixed in the collapsed mud, wearing the clothes of Rune soldiers.

The bronze gate still stood there, and Garland's whistle became light and ethereal. At this moment, the gate to the underworld was like a floodgate. When it was opened, it released a tide of black and white mist. Any living person who approached would be killed. The undead in the tide pulled wood from the remains of the city wall, ignited blue flames, and threw them into the city ahead like countless meteors.

In the absolute silence, one could hear the crackling sound of torches burning in the hands of the undead.

"My dear child, don't let me down." Mirella looked at Garland deeply, "The angel of temperance also supports us. Don't be merciful anymore, child. In the future, your kindness will cause more compatriots to die because of it."

Hearing the word "Angel of Temperance" and thinking of the leader's story and experience, Garland's emotions fluctuated slightly.

"...Father, I don't want to kill anyone."

Garland held his whistle in his mouth, biting it between his upper and lower teeth, and the sound was a little unclear.

"Because for us, killing people is too easy, but saving people is difficult."

Mirella patted his shoulder. After a brief moment of severity, he slowed down his voice, revealing his usual kind elder appearance. He sighed and said to the child he had raised:
"You sympathize with them, who will sympathize with us?"

"There are many adults, elderly people and children in our rear who need help. After the city is captured, you can go to the logistics area for a while."

Garland nodded silently. In front of them, the city had turned into a blue sea of ​​fire that burned quietly. The flames were imprinted in their eyes like a tide. No one fled in the streets, no one rushed to put out the fire. The town was asleep, and it would sleep forever.

The pagans died, and their compatriots remained.

Everything happened so naturally, just like what had been happening every day for the past two hundred years.

It's neither fun nor sad.

At 1350 a.m. on May 5, 3, before dawn, the Loen colonial city of Canterlot was attacked by the Church of the God of Death. The city's garrison was completely wiped out, and the fourth city returned to the control of the Balam Empire.

This fire burned away the last bit of easing tension between the two countries. At 7 a.m., the Emperor of the Balam Empire declared war on the Kingdom of Loen.

……

In a manor in Backlund, a flaming red-haired war angel sat on a bench in the garden, frowning as he carefully read the reports of the fall of a city in the southern continent.

Due to the recent huge changes in the southern continent, any slight disturbance will attract the attention of newspapers in the northern continent.

In just one hour, the intelligence agencies of the Northern Continent had received the news of the Balam Empire's declaration of war. They then notified the newspapers one after another. Three hours later, the declaration of war and the declaration of independence were published in the daily newspapers of various countries, spreading across the entire continent like a storm!
"It has begun! The flames of this war burn so brilliantly." He said in a low voice with a hint of smile on his lips.

It must be said that the Death God is much more pleasing to the eye than the others. Just the courage to fight and act is enough for Medici to praise him. The Red Evil Spirit read this page of the newspaper again and again, and only regretted that the Aurora Society and the Iron-Blooded Cross did not have the policy of going to the southern continent to fish in troubled waters, so that he could not freely go to this new war to make a difference.

Then He burned the newspaper and strode towards the office of the True Creator.

"host!"

He jumped up from the open-air balcony, sat on the balcony railing, and smiled at the young man with black and gold highlights and a cross hanging on his head, "Are you ready for promotion?"

"If we don't hurry up and do something, we will be late in adding fuel to the war sweeping the world!"

His Lord was standing in front of a bookshelf, flipping through a book, and a pen on the table flew up automatically and wrote on a piece of paper.

The True Creator said without even turning his head: "Next week."

The War Angel laughed contentedly.

……

In a luxurious villa that I just rented for a year for £315.

Klein took off his coat and stood upright on the large balcony of the semi-open room on the third floor. He looked out at the scenery of the surrounding streets and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"It's true that being expensive has its own meaning, so the rent of 315 pounds is not too wasteful..."

He had paid a year's rent yesterday afternoon and could only force himself to like this place more and more.

At the same time, he also directly paid Walter's annual salary of 115 pounds, because after he got the Antigonus family notes, he would most likely abscond and cause the butler to lose his job.

Based on this idea, he paid the housekeeper Tanya an annual salary of 42 pounds this morning, allowing the lady to initially feel Mr. Dwayne Dantes' generosity and magnanimity.

With the busy work of the two butlers, the servants have been basically hired, and the character and life of the wealthy Dwayne Dantès have begun to operate. For the time being, Dwayne himself has nothing to do. But as soon as Klein sat down, he immediately noticed the newspaper at hand.

That was what the butler Walter had just brought in.

Logically speaking, the Backlund Daily is a morning paper. If Walter wants to buy it, he should have bought it around eight o'clock... Klein looked away, but saw a Backlund Daily on the table over there. He was slightly stunned.

Is there something different between the two newspapers? Is there something new and important happening?
Klein picked up the brand new newspaper and could still smell the faint scent of ink. The newspaper was very thin, only half the size of the Backlund Daily that he had seen in the morning. The content inside was quite shocking. It was the news that the Balam Empire had declared independence!

If it was just a night raid by the Church of the God of Death or the restoration of the Balam Empire, Klein would not be too surprised. After all, it had nothing to do with him. At most, he would be worried about Mr. Azik.

Even if Balam declared war on Loen, Klein was only a little nervous. He believed that as a Sequence 5 Beyonder, he would be able to protect himself in the war. Benson and Melissa were also in Backlund and could take care of him at any time.

What really made his pupils tremble was the Declaration of Independence that took up an entire page!
This is the Declaration of Independence!

“…He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, large bodies of armed troops without the Consent of our legislatures;
He sought to make the army independent of civil government and superior to it.

To shield them with sham trials, and enable them to kill with impunity the inhabitants of our States;

They fabricated charges and sent us overseas for trial...

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is now transporting armies of foreign mercenaries to complete his old work of murder, devastation, and tyranny, already begun with cruelty and perfidy unparalleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms; but our repeated petitions have been answered with repeated injuries. A prince, whose character is marked with the conduct of a tyrant, is unfitted to be the ruler of a free people."

This "he" is written as Loen Kingdom and pronounced as Northern Continent... Klein took a deep breath, and a name began to circle in his mind: Roselle Gustav, Roselle... No, how could the colonial world promoted by Roselle provide the people of the Southern Continent with the Declaration of Independence? Could it be the real creator? But the Aurora Society didn't seem to do anything in this incident... Or maybe it was... Edward Vaughn...

The rich man, who had just begun his new life when he learned that the war was about to begin, felt a little dizzy. Klein walked to the entrance, opened the door, and found that Richardson, the personal butler standing outside, also looked a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"I usually take a 35-minute nap at this time. Don't let anyone disturb me."

"Yes, sir," Richardson responded humbly.

Because he was a mixed-race illegitimate child. His father was a Loen man, the steward of a manor, and his mother was a native of East Balam and a slave of that manor.

After he was born, he suffered discrimination and bullying, which made him a cowardly and submissive person. However, because of his good looks and suitable for receiving guests, he was chosen by the owner of the manor as a male servant and brought to Backlund.

When the upper and lower houses of the Kingdom of Loen passed a bill abolishing slavery, he became unemployed and had to ask for help from the "Metropolitan Association for Helping Domestic Servants".

Before Klein, he served two families, made some mistakes, and accumulated a lot of experience. He was noticed by the butler Walter and became Dwayne Dantes's personal valet.

Looking at Richardson, who was tall and straight and about the same height as himself, Klein shook his head imperceptibly and sighed in his heart:
"This guy who looks like a star can only be a servant in this era. Moreover, he is so tall, but he is timid and cowardly. However, this can also be considered an advantage. He is obedient, silent, and submissive. He does whatever the master tells him to do and never acts on his own..."

Looking at Richardson's embarrassed expression, thinking about the content in the newspaper and the gradually growing parade of people from the Southern Continent, Klein also felt a little weird.

But he did not think of firing the other party.

In such a tense situation, firing a mixed-race person from the Southern Continent who has found a stable job would be truly pushing the other person into the abyss.

Without saying anything more, Klein closed the door and locked it. He returned to the armchair, took four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog to investigate the strange "moon puppets" that Emlyn White had sacrificed.

TBC
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Adam: It's okay. It's just an internal war in the southern continent. It can still be saved. (Tear) (Erase) (Write)
Someone mentioned in the comments that this is a question of stance and has nothing to do with right or wrong. In fact, many things are right or wrong, such as colonial wars and aggression. No matter what the stance or reason, they are all wrong, wrong, wrong, and cannot be whitewashed, understood, or redeemed. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!!!
If there is anyone who thinks colonization is innocent, it must be the people who benefited from it, such as the colonists who obtained cultural relics.

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