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

Chapter 252 Preparation
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Audrey sat by the window and read this letter, which was much shorter than usual, with sadness between her brows.

She prepared paper and pen to write a reply, but after thinking for a long time she still didn't know how to start.

Susie, who was squatting at her feet, used her claws to pick at the newspaper spread on the ground. She keenly noticed the change in Audrey's mood and asked with concern:
"Audrey, are you okay?"

Miss Hall slowly put down the letter, pursed her lips, and spoke worriedly:
"I'm fine, Susie. It's just..."

Audrey's tone was a little depressed: "I'm a little worried about Alfred."

The letter paper and envelopes on the table were too simple for the Earl's family. They were wrapped in white paper and ordinary brown envelopes that could be found everywhere. There were no family patterns printed on them, and the wax used to seal the envelopes did not use the family crest.

But she clearly remembered that Alfred, who often wrote to his family, would prepare many special stationery envelopes customized by the family, so that it would be convenient to send them directly to the postman of the Hall family. Judging from the current frequency, it is impossible that they have been used up.

What made her even more uneasy was that when she looked closely, she even saw faint dark red stains on the letter paper and envelope... Audrey made a gesture with her hands, suspecting the worst, and found that these should be the marks left by the hand that was holding the pen and rubbing against the white paper when writing the letter.

All signs indicate that Alfred's current condition is not good, even very bad.

The war started in the southern continent, and the colonies were the front lines. The fierce war had already begun. Since it would not spread to Loen in the short term, I did not take it too seriously. Even most of the people in the country maintained a relaxed attitude... Audrey took two deep breaths to control her heartbeat, quickly calmed down, and thought about what she could do.

As a noble girl, Audrey certainly couldn't go to the front line to provide support in person, but there were many things she could do.

She moved her legs, leaned down, hugged Susie, whose fur was soft and warm, and said in a thoughtful tone:

"Susie, I think I can provide some help and material assistance to the officers in the colony."

"Alfred and his men may need more water, food, clothes, and weapons. Well, in fact, many of the kingdom's colonies in the southern continent have children of nobles joining the army, such as Marianna's younger brother and Baroness Lawrence's eldest son... I can convey this intention to them, and they will definitely care about their relatives in the southern continent..."

"It should be successful. This matter can be led by the officers, or Dad can also donate some money in the name of the family members to buy some items and provide useful supplies and assistance to the soldiers fighting on the front line..."

Audrey spoke slowly, already having a complete plan in her mind.

She had done similar things many times, so she began to think about when and where to bring up similar topics.

Living in the castle and manor of her family's territory, Audrey's aristocratic life was not affected by the war. She and her friends lived the same life as before. Balls and tea parties were held as usual, and the new dresses and new jewelry she was going to wear when she returned to Backlund were also prepared as usual. If it weren't for Alfred's letter, she would probably have found it difficult to realize the current situation in the southern continent.

Susie, who was hugged tightly by it, could also feel the uneasiness that was fading away in Audrey's heart, but was always there. It rubbed the side of Audrey's neck and comforted her with the attitude of a "psychologist":
"It's okay, Audrey. It's going to be fine."

"The Church has been able to thwart the evil organization's conspiracy every time, and this time will definitely be the same."

Audrey smiled: "Praise the goddess, I hope so."

She sat up straight and tucked her hair behind her ears. Suddenly, a question popped up in her mind:
“Why do they keep resisting?”

When the colonial war really affected her life and her family, Audrey felt confused for the first time, as if she had doubted a certain truth of this world.

"The faith in the God of Death and the Bound God is foolish. Their followers are crazy, cruel, and worship bloody sacrifices..."

"The education level in the southern continent is also very low. Before the sea route was opened, they still lived a simple farming life..."

"The Church of the Seven Gods and the Northern Continent are better, both in terms of civilization and the teachings of the gods. The Northern Continent brought steam and machinery, the crystallization of knowledge and civilization to the Southern Continent, and opened schools and companies. The Church liberated them from their primitive and ignorant beliefs..."

"But why do they actively support the rebels, terrorists and cult regimes?"

A person from the South Continent could work and live normally in the colony and get paid...but they chose to kill the people from the North Continent around them and donate their property and land to the evil cult regime. Why?
Don't they know what kind of people they are supporting?
Of course, Audrey is no longer the naive, kind and ignorant noble girl she was a year ago. She knows that there are many terrible parts and dark sides in this world, and the relationship between the colonial garrisons and the people in the colonies is definitely not as harmonious as described in the books.

But just like choosing not to call the police because of some dereliction of duty police officers, this matter was still somewhat beyond her ability to understand.

She suddenly had the urge to find out the reason.

……

General Khatami's residence.

In the brightly lit reception room, the plump Khatami sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sunlight illuminated most of the house.

There were only a few Balam features in his general's mansion. The style, doors, windows, and specifications were all in the Loen style. The gold used for decoration was made into Balam-style patterns, and the silver-plated wallpaper depicted their family's emblem and history. There were also human bone ornaments, but nothing else.

Khatami is a person who loves cultural relics and collections. He loves to decorate his mansion with collectibles and antiques. Seemingly ordinary items may be old objects with a history of more than a hundred years.

The bone china teacups were decorated with gold patterns. The visitors were more silent than usual, and considering recent events, Khatami was a little nervous.

But he did not feel too uneasy about the war between the two countries, because he was still a descendant of the royal family supported by the church. The royal faction would save his life. No matter which side of Loen and Balam won, he was confident that he would continue to enjoy privileges with his connections and status.

Therefore, his mentality is much more relaxed than that of the guests.

"How's the situation in the north lately?" After some pleasantries, Khatami asked tentatively.

The middle-aged man finally came back to his senses from his silence and spoke sparingly, "The Balam Empire has begun to gradually take back small cities and surrounding plantations and farms. The local garrisons can only barely hold out. They have to wait for the general to arrive before they can reverse the disadvantage."

The generals he mentioned are certainly not the warlords on the South Continent who have certain territories and private soldiers, but the demigod generals on the Northern Continent who have power and status...Katami was a little nervous. If such people were allowed to come, people like him who call themselves generals would be really sad in the future!

But he was powerless to stop it, so he could only say respectfully: "That's great, I hope the southern continent will stabilize soon."

The middle-aged man who looked like a Loenese nodded and fell silent again.

Khatami felt the atmosphere was a bit tense. He was about to say something when he noticed the other person's eyes were on a shelf in the distance. He immediately smiled and said, "What collection have you taken a fancy to?"

The Loen garrison officer's eyes were firmly attracted by something on the shelf. He looked away with difficulty and pointed at a black lamp with a very distinctive style and asked, "What is that?"

Khatami looked in the direction of the other party's finger, frowned and thought for a while, then said:
"It's an artifact I bought a few years ago. It was a legacy from a relative of mine in the Church of Death."

"Why haven't I seen it before?" The garrison officer couldn't look away. He felt completely attracted by the light.

Khatami said, following his vague memory:
"It's a relative's relic. It's said to have come from the imperial palace, but it's just a decoration, so I've kept it in my storeroom."

"Then why did you take it out again?"

The officer stood up and took the black lamp to examine it carefully. The lamp was made of gold and coated with a layer of black paint. There were many obscure and complicated symbols engraved on the surface, as well as many strange characters that looked like birds or snakes. It was indeed a relic of the Balam Empire.

The vague memory became clear, and Khatami smiled and said: "I went to the warehouse to look for something last week and happened to find it."

"I was thinking about a business deal at the time, so I said I hoped the deal would be successful. It actually happened, and I thought the lamp was a lucky item, so I took it out."

He saw what the garrison officer meant, and said readily: "This item will just gather dust in the warehouse if I keep it. Perhaps it can be better cared for in the museum of the Kingdom of Loen."

The officer had already fallen in love with the lamp, and when he heard what Khatami said, he couldn't help but smile:
"Of course." Khatami also smiled, and the scene of selling cultural relics looked like everyone was happy.

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Medici said, "Lord, it is ready."

The True Creator nodded and looked at the wooden picture frame placed on the carpet in the room.

The matter was of great importance, so their movement to Lasha had to be as secretive as possible, leaving no traces of mysticism. Therefore, they had left the corresponding spiritual coordinates on Lasha early on, and went directly through the door to avoid any accidents that might occur on the way.

"Confirm one last time."

"Row."

"Three drops of Ouroboros' blood."

"Bring it."

"The blessing and spell of the Angel of the Word."

"Bring it."

"that's it."

“That’s it?” Medici frowned. “Lord, I think this is still too unsafe. What if three traitors come together to cause trouble? What can a Sequence Two like me do? Can you find at least a Sequence One to help? I think the Outer Gods have a strong sense of contract.”

The True Creator said expressionlessly: “Yes.”

Medici asked, "Did you really shout?"

"I don't intend to let Him participate. He can't wait to be struck by lightning or beaten to death by any of the Seven Gods. He is happy to fight back. If He gets hurt during my ascension ceremony, things will be out of control." Every time the True Creator mentioned the Outer Gods, his expression would immediately become distorted and tangled. "I just want Him to provide some remote help."

Things have changed. Edward needed his help to be promoted to Sequence One in the Southern Continent. Now that he is Sequence Two, he also needs help from the other party.

Medici lit up another cigarette. The pungent smell made him know it was made by Feysac:

"Don't Outer Gods always do things for the sake of gain? What have you paid for?"

The True Creator regained his expressionless face and said, "Give some support to the Southern Continent."

"Oh—Salinger is willing too?"

"...That's right. It doesn't matter to me." The True Creator stated calmly, "Dark Night and my half-body planned to make Death the only God. If they succeeded, I certainly wouldn't support it. But now that they have failed, the revived Death has naturally become one of the competitors of 'Eternal Darkness'. Salinger has never been a fool. He knows how to judge the situation and gain greater benefits. And like the Goddess of Dark Night, he is a god who has the courage to go further. What's more, Death is now using his identity as his descendant and will not ask about the improvements in the people's livelihood of the Death Church and the Balam Empire. Of course, Death can support it."

He looked at Medici, who had an excited expression, and added:
"I know what you're thinking."

"You are the symbol of war. It is your choice whether to go to the southern continent or not."

"Thank God!"

Medici crossed himself with great joy and laughed heartily: "Of course I will go! But I have to go after you succeed in your promotion and I return to the Conqueror. Since that dead snake Salinger doesn't mind seeing me again, wouldn't I be afraid of Him if I don't go?"

The war angel was full of fighting spirit. If it weren't for the imminent promotion ceremony of the Lord, He would probably have rushed back to Intis to reorganize His subordinates.

The True Creator nodded: "Let's go."

They jumped off the wooden frame and landed on the island of Lasha the next second.

Someone patted the True Creator on the shoulder enthusiastically: “Hi.”

The True Creator turned around, his brows knitted into a frown: "The conditions at that time said remote assistance, right?"

Edward nodded: "That's right, so I am just a malicious clone, I came here to make preparations and say hello to you. When you start fighting, I will be watching from the southern continent, and the one who comes to help you is another person."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a figure standing quietly like a tree stump in the distance. The True Creator's eyebrows, which had just relaxed, twisted again:

"Shea?"

Although the image was different, the malice and aura on his body could not be faked. The real Creator asked: "Are you controlling Him?"

“You can’t say it’s control.”

Edward shook his head and said, "I just changed His memory. You are easily affected by memories. I erased Sua's memory, leaving only the instinct of indulgence, and then added my own memory. Sua is still Sua, but He thinks He is me."

"He believes that he is me, a part of me. He even actively resists the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire, and naturally learns to suppress and control himself. He has merged perfectly." The devil laughed, "So what is he actually? He is still Suea, absolutely genuine."

Turning around, he saw that Medici, who didn't want to join their conversation, had already gone to greet Suea. A spark was slowly burning on the bandage on Suea's body. The atmosphere was heavy and happy.

"Memory is indeed a good method." This behavior gave the real creator some inspiration.

"Living things are too easily affected by memory. This is what Azik Eggers made me realize." Edward said, "We are different. If you lose your memory, then you are no longer the Hanged Man or God?"

"Please stop your temptation. That's enough."

The True Creator was not moved at all: "Whatever preparations you have, make them quickly. Is Su'a not considered remote assistance?"

"Why not? I won't retaliate against Suea for any damage she suffers, don't worry."

Edward snapped his fingers, and a bandage-like blockade suddenly appeared in the surrounding world. Layer upon layer of seals and shackles spread out in the spiritual world, completely isolating the spiritual world where Lasha was from the outside world, leaving only a faint connection with the God-forsaken Land.

A talisman fell, the breath of death loomed, and another seal wrapped around the outside. The black breath of the underworld faintly formed a huge coffin and placed the island inside. The coffin lid was closed, and the seal was completed. No living or dead creature could get close to this place.

"This is the aid of death."

Edward patted the True Creator and gave him a thumbs up: "Such a good treatment, why don't you directly advance to Sequence One!"

TBC
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Shinzo: Haha.

*It’s unbelievable that the Secret Prayer Person 1 is actually called the Dark Angel.

(End of this chapter)