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

Chapter 269 New Business and New Mission

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In the Raphael Cemetery in Tingen.

Although the afternoon sun was quite strong, many places here were still dark and cold.

Leonard was standing in front of a tomb, staring at the tombstone quietly.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and a corner of the cemetery was quiet and cool. Leonard Mitchell suddenly picked up the shovel that was stuck next to him.

The two piles of earth gradually grew higher, and the tomb was exposed bit by bit. Occasionally, people passed by, but they were unaware of it, as if what happened here was just a dream.

Finally, Leonard gave up the shovel, leaned down, stretched out his hands, and grasped the edge of the coffin lid.

With a sudden force, he opened the heavy wooden lid and found that the thick iron nails had fallen off at some point, leaving the dark coffin empty.

Nothing at all!

Leonard kept his body half-bent, watching the scene quietly, without any additional movements for a long time, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

……

a few hours ago.

In the "East Balam Veterans Club".

"...This is a place full of honor. I deeply admire your efforts in East Balam." Klein said as he put on the badge with a number on the back and looked at Congressman Macht. "If I want to make a contribution here, who should I look for?"

Congressman Macht pointed at the receptionist and said:
“Just give it to her.

"She'll write it down and post it on the notice board over there."

Klein nodded gently and said:

"Ok."

He immediately turned his head and asked his valet Richardson to take out the 500 pounds in cash that he had prepared.

After the donation, Klein followed Congressman Macht through the ornately decorated hall and came to a room that looked like a living room, while his valet Richardson was left in the lounge outside, where there were snacks, tea, and coffee.

In the small room, Klein, introduced by Macht, met five military officers, some retired and some active. Apart from a member of the House of Commons, the one with the highest status was Calvin, whose shoulder straps were Army Colonel. He currently worked in the Loen Ministry of Defense, but his specific position was unknown.

As far as Klein knows, the quasi-senior military officers who have the rank of colonel are most likely Extraordinary and probably belong to the Middle Sequence!

Macht, Calvin, and the others soon began to chat. Klein did not interrupt them but listened carefully to their conversation, occasionally chiming in with a word or two.

In such a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere, Calvin suddenly turned his head and looked at Dwayne Dantes and said:

"I heard that you used to be active in West Balam?"

The colonel had a donkey face, but it didn't look funny at all, and his eyes were quite deep.

Klein responded with a smile:

"Yes, it's even more chaotic than East Balam."

Calvin smiled and said:

"Of course, the Intis made too many mistakes there."

He paused and continued:

"How is your relationship with the Intis there?"

Klein didn't quite understand the other party's purpose, so he said with gritted teeth:
"It's okay, they are all greedy."

In fact, he didn't know any of them. He only heard Anderson mention a few names and related deeds.

Calvin nodded and asked another question:
"Are you familiar with the tribes and the rebels there?"

"...I know him." Klein responded vaguely. Although the rebels were the Rose School and the Church of Death, the Dark Saint said that the "War Angel" had gone to support them. He had indeed met the "War Angel" Medici...

Colonel Galvin said:
"In order to protect the interests of the country, our soldiers are fighting against the army of the Balam Empire in the distant land to the south. It is really shameful that those greedy and weak people in Intis are appeasing the notorious Highland Rebellion and their evil cult."

Another officer couldn't help but scold:
"Those dissolute bastards don't have the quality of a soldier at all!"

"Do they think that if our army retreats, they can escape expulsion and war? How foolish."

This is the principle of the loss of lips and teeth... When the natives and the rebels unite, the army of the northern continent will not be able to form a united front. This may lead to their being defeated one by one. To begin with, Loen has two true gods, and Intis also has two...

Klein listened silently, occasionally agreeing with them, and understood the current situation. Then, when several officers were tired of scolding and took a break, he asked in a serious tone:
"The soldiers are fighting hard on the front lines. Thanks to them, I can live a relatively peaceful life, enjoying delicious food and dancing. Sir, what can I do to help them?"

At this time, Calvin's emotions had calmed down. He smiled, picked up the red wine and took a sip.

During this process, no one else, including Congressman Macht, spoke.

Calvin put down his glass and looked at Dwayne Dantes again.

"Your character is admirable."

"It's like this. Our young people are working hard in the hot, poor, and backward southern continent. As elders, it's only natural that we should give them some help and supplies."

"Haha, this matter was led by a noble lady who cared about the safety of the soldiers. Originally, only a few families wanted to send some things to their younger generations, but unexpectedly more and more people participated, and it was not until now that it was finally sorted out."

"There are important daily necessities, food that reminds people of home, and priceless letters from family members. The quantity is huge, and we are a little worried about entrusting it to the country's maritime postal service or the comprador company in the southern continent. I wonder if you are willing to help us and use your connections to deliver these not expensive but precious enough items to the soldiers on the front line. Of course, this matter has certain risks. If you are caught in the southern continent, we will only try to redeem the items for the younger generations."

This... Before Balam announced the restoration of the country, the Southern Continent had always been a comfortable place to make money. Just fighting tribes and rebels would add luster to your resume. The younger generations of these officers must be there...

Now that the war has broken out, their younger generations are in danger. They asked me about my connections in the resistance army. I'm afraid they are trying to save their younger generations and save their lives... Although I'm not familiar with West Balam and don't have many connections there, I can get the information about the battle situation in advance through the Aurora Society members there, arrive when it's safe, and leave after delivering the items... There's not much money to be made from this matter, and it's still somewhat dangerous (for others), but if it's done successfully, Dwayne Dantès will immediately gain a huge amount of favor in Loen's upper class society...

Klein's heart moved, and he deliberately expressed a joyful and contradictory emotion:

"I have never done anything like this, but if I can help them, I am willing to try."

Calvin laughed and said:

"Don't rush into the decision, this is an important matter and deserves serious consideration."

"Just tell Macht your answer within this week."

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile:

"Ok."

Time returns to the present.

In the Aurora Society's factory.

Klein found a seat in the Dark Saint's office. The latter was talking to Miss Maria, whom he happened to know.

Maria's appearance really shocked Klein. During the Capin incident, he felt pity for this charity foundation branch director who was most likely infiltrated by the Aurora Society. He didn't expect that she would lead the rebellion.

"That seal has the tendency to kill the user? It doesn't matter, I can stop it... The teleportation distance won't be too far, the coordinates are here." Maria took out a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. There was a simple map on it, some distance away from the mouth of the Tussock River. "Our ship will stop here. As long as everything goes well, we can move all the children away soon..."

122 children need to be transferred, which is actually a bit too many.

Even if these children lined up in a long queue and walked through the door one by one, it would take a while. Moreover, this seal had the negative effect of "randomly killing the user" and could not be used for a long time, otherwise the negative effect would become stronger and stronger.

"If we divide them into groups of 10-15, we will need to transfer them about twelve times, and you will need to accompany them every time. Otherwise, the children will be easily attacked by the Sealed Objects."

"I have no problem. I can take turns with other Beyonders to protect you..."

"It will take about two hours..."

Klein thought about the supplies that Calvin and other officers wanted to deliver through him, so he didn't intend to intervene in this matter. After a while, Maria finished her discussion with the Dark Saint and sat aside to rest. The Dark Saint stamped the documents and put them away, shouting:
"X, it's your turn."

"How did you obtain it? Can you please tell me directly?"

Klein stood up, glanced at Maria and Mr. Z, and spoke indifferently:
"can."

"I obtained the formula for 'Sailor' Sequence 4."

He still remembered that a long time ago, when a reward was offered for Ambassador Baker's life, Mr. A had made two demands: one was ten thousand pounds, and the other was the potion formulas of "Manipulator", "No Darkness", "Disaster Priest" and "Prophet", even if they were incomplete.

The Dark Saint was somewhat moved, and then refused:
"It's good to see you're thinking about the organization, but we've already filled out the recipe for the adjacent pathway."

what?
Adjacent paths? In other words, all four paths are complete? !

Klein almost popped his eyes out. Thinking carefully, it had indeed been more than half a year since Mr. A went looking for the formula. He controlled his facial features that wanted to wander around, smiled twice as usual, and said lightly, as if he didn't care at all:

"What about Sequence 4 of the Lawyer Path?"

Thank you, Black Emperor!
It's amazing, he actually obtained two demigod-level formulas...

The Dark Saint leaned back slightly, and gradually understood why the other party could become the Lord's favored one. Maria, who was resting on the sofa on the other side, also raised her head suddenly.

A light of desire appeared in her eyes, but soon it disappeared. Maria, who had only digested one-third of the Sequence 5 potion and had no money or opportunity to collect materials, laughed at herself and continued to do the things at hand.

The Dark Saint was tempted. Like the Arbitrator, these two paths monopolized by the royal family can only be found at Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 in the outside world. The Pilgrimage Sect only has the first five sequences, which is already quite rare. Perhaps the "leader" Edward Vaughn would know, but no one dared to ask, and it was difficult for the Aurora Society to infiltrate Loen's national intelligence agency. Even if he didn't use this formula much, he could disassemble it into incomplete versions and sell them bit by bit to other organizations and other wild Beyonders to make a profit.

He was somewhat interested and asked in a low voice:

"The complete formula? Are there other sequences? Incomplete ones are also fine."

"What I got is a complete Sequence 4 formula. The name of the potion is 'Fallen Count'. There is no other formula for now." Klein thought about it and decided not to sell the formulas of other sequences for the time being. He decided to sell one first to see the price.

The Fallen Count... Maria whispered the name, and while her heart was beating, she felt that it had nothing to do with her.

Analyzing the name of this potion according to the "acting method", this should really mean becoming a count, possessing a similar identity, status and majesty, or at least being closely associated with the name "count" in the minds of the public - how could she, a member of a secret organization and the head of a charitable foundation, become such a person?
Even if we go to the South Continent now to start shaping this identity, it will take at least several years to initially stabilize the image.

It seemed that the demigod and herself were doomed to fail. Maria had already prepared herself and adjusted her mentality.

Klein took out a pen and began to write the recipe. The Dark Saint took out a golden seal and placed it on the recipe paper that Klein handed over.

He infused his spirituality and solemnly and slowly stamped the seal. The seal glowed with golden light and printed a golden pattern on the paper.

“Real and effective.”

The Dark Saint put away the seal and looked at Klein with a hint of joy on his face:
"You can choose the reward. Your formula can be exchanged for at least 3 gold pounds, but this amount of money needs to be circulated. If you choose gold pounds, it will take about a week to get it."

It was a huge sum of money. The demigod formula was indeed in short supply. But he wasn't short of money recently, and he didn't need to make frequent donations to the Church of Night as before. The tens of thousands of pounds he had on hand were more than enough to maintain his wealthy persona and daily expenses.

"Can it be exchanged for spiritual materials?" Klein asked.

The Dark Saint nodded: "Okay, but I need to identify the rarity of the material you want."

Klein immediately recalled his own formula in his mind—the main ingredients were the main eye of the trickster, the real soul of the spirit world plunderer, and the auxiliary ingredients were 200 milliliters of the trickster's blood, 30 grams of the spirit world plunderer's dust, 10 grams of red birch bark, a piece of golden grapevine, and a finger-sized homemade rubber mask—and asked tentatively:
"A trickster?"

"Evil sorcerer." The Dark Saint repeated the name. He looked at the bookshelf. An old book on the shelf automatically flew up, landed in his hands, and turned the pages back.

"A kind of extraordinary creature that can imitate the appearance of other creatures. It is highly aggressive, but at the mid-sequence level and rare... Is this what his path requires? Mr. Z said that he should have a high level of disguise. From this point of view, it should be the special potion and path, not relying on extraordinary items or his own camouflage technology to achieve it..."

The Dark Saint quickly read through the introduction to the "Evil Trickster" in the notebook, made a preliminary assessment of the value of this extraordinary creature, and then said to Klein:
"A normal Trickery Monster is equivalent to a Sequence 5 Beyonder. It is rare and difficult to capture."

"I will first search the warehouses in various regions. I cannot give you an immediate answer."

It seems there is hope. The Aurora Society's financial resources are not inferior to the Church. It would be great if we could find a main material and a supplementary material like this... Klein smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said with a slight upward curve of his mouth: "Okay."

Then, Klein thought for a moment and said in the nonchalant yet slightly arrogant tone of "Mr. X":
"Your Excellency Saint, if I need to go to the Southern Continent to complete some personal commissions, can I ask for a guide from the organization?"

Klein believed that the secret organization would definitely not mind its members taking on some private work. Being able to take on such work was a recognition of the members' abilities, and if they succeeded, it would definitely allow the organization to gain more fame - of course, they might also need to give the organization some share of the profits.

"Sign and stamp first."

The Dark Saint quickly drafted a contract, wrote down the terms of exchange between the two parties, and added, "If there are no trickster monsters, use other items that Mr. X needs as a substitute." Klein took two steps forward and confirmed that there were no loopholes in the contract. He nodded and took a half step back, waiting for the Dark Saint to stamp it with the golden seal.

Not willing to sign? Not planning to sign, can fingerprints be changed? The Dark Saint had no change of expression on his face. He used his seal to stamp a golden mark on the corner of the contract and then put it into the document bag.

Then, he answered Klein's question:

"The great 'Angel of War' is preaching the Lord's power on the South Road. If you need it, I can recommend the soldiers of 'Red War' and the extraordinary people of the Iron Cross to lead the way for you."

Is this equivalent to directly approaching the rebels? I will be very safe, but it will be difficult to distribute supplies to the soldiers in Loen. Moreover, the religious "Red of War" will not let go of the Loen nobles in the army because of Dwayne Dantes... Klein thought for a few seconds and politely refused:
"Sir, I am not going to intervene in the war."

The Dark Saint understood what he meant and said, "Perhaps you need someone who is familiar with the situation at sea and in the cities of the southern continent. I will contact her first, and you need to tell me the approximate time of the operation."

She? Klein felt somewhat curious. He nodded and agreed, "Okay."

"correct."

The Dark Saint reminded: "Don't forget the responsibilities entrusted to you by the Lord."

Support the survivors of the East Continent... Frank's mushrooms and the face of the "Sun" appeared in Klein's mind, and he nodded seriously.

After exchanging some details with the Dark Saint, Klein returned to 160 Böklund Street with satisfaction and took back the paper mannequin substitute that was sitting in the study reading a newspaper.

Then, he had dinner as usual, rested, took a bath, washed up, and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Klein suddenly woke up from his dream and saw himself sitting in the living room as Dwayne Dantes. A young man with black hair, green eyes, and red gloves propped up the window frame with his hands and climbed in.

……

Edward paced on the red sea, and circular ripples under his feet continued to spread outwards.

He stepped on the spine of the dead demon, passed through his ribs that stretched out like a tunnel, and pressed the brim of his hat toward the white sun in the sky.

The sea of ​​blood vibrated, as if volcanoes underneath were erupting one after another and a huge tsunami was brewing. The white sun blinked, and the skeletons in the sea of ​​blood that seemed to have been dead for thousands of years opened their rotten bloody mouths, drank the sea of ​​blood, and expanded their shrunken remains of flesh!

Edward looked down at his feet.

The sharp claws from the abyss grabbed at him from under the sea. The height of a human was only as high as the nails on them, but Edward looked at them like a human looking at an ant under his feet.

He reached up to the sky with one hand, and the white sun exploded on the spot like a crushed eyeball, plunging the world into endless darkness. With his other hand, he pointed across the sea with his cane in the direction of the giant skeletons that were reviving, and the brewing tsunami disappeared quietly as if it was strangled by the throat. Before the end of the cane touched the monsters under the sea, their skeletons were like a piece of paper being slowly crumpled into a ball, making a shattering sound as if they could not bear the weight, and were crushed bit by bit from the fingertips downwards, turning into black powder in the shape of skeletons.

The sea of ​​blood surged, and they disappeared one after another in the waves.

Edward continued to move forward, and a huge and ferocious monster emerged from the sea of ​​blood, but just blocked his way.

"You won't let me pass, respected Mother Tree of Desire?"

Edward took off his hat and held it against his chest, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was visiting his master, or attending a funeral.

"You have weakened, I can see that. You can't stop me, and I can see the fate of Farbuti."

“He is dying.”

"Soon, very soon—a month, or two?"

"You're about to lose to me."

TBC
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The plot of this volume is basically boring...

(End of this chapter)