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

Chapter 271 More money is needed

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"A city on the southeastern coast of the Kingdom of Loen, and a blank sea area without even an island."

The True Creator asked, "What are you doing there? You said these things might happen within this month, but it seems that you have no reason to go there at all."

"Yeah, why did I go there? I'm still looking for the reason now."

Edward spread his hands, and his words and actions showed that he had no idea of ​​the development of fate. This was the authority of his other half, and he could only see roughly, and sometimes he even needed the target's blood to get a more accurate answer, not to mention the current situation where he was obviously disturbed.

If He wanted to know all the details, He should check whether the "Lord of Withering", who still retained half of the source essence in the starry sky, was awake, and then find a quiet and safe time to pray to himself, use his own strength, look at himself, and see what kind of strange future these intricate threads of possibility would weave.

"But there's no need to worry now. Maybe I can find out what happened if I take a walk around there."

Edward grabbed a piece of butter cookie and speculated objectively and with a hint of fantasy: "Based on the fact that neither of us can appear in important cities now, although I don't know what I'm doing there, it's likely that someone from the Seven Gods will come down and beat me up as soon as I go there, and then we will naturally start fighting, destroying the coastal cities, and these people will naturally 'die because of the devil'."

"But do you care about this?"

The True Creator hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't really care, but I'm still curious about why you suddenly started killing people. If I can, I will try to stop you and prevent the disaster from spreading. I just want to know if what you did will affect my plan."

"A plan to have the 'Desperate Nightingale' announce the cooperation between the Augustus Royal Family and the Witch Cult, causing chaos in the northern continent? Perhaps not. After all, I don't think the cities in this area are very large."

Edward shrugged, pushed the biscuit plate and soda drinks in front of the True Creator, and used sincere eyes to tell his allies to come and have a taste - "Come on, it's free" - "The Church of Steam, Night and Storm also investigated this matter before, but George III promised to 'allow the church to send personnel into the military' and directly promote air governance, relax the conditions for parliamentary elections and the granting of titles, and the three churches immediately stopped. Ha, give an explanation to the people who died in the smog, it sounds better than singing."

"Half a year ago, King George III threw out a piece of meat and fed three dogs. Now, as long as you expose the truth, the credibility of the dogs and the royal family will immediately collapse. Take this opportunity to expand your group of believers."

Edward threw another hot butter cookie into his mouth, chewing it while smiling sarcastically:

"When I first started studying the social system of the Fifth Epoch, I really didn't understand why the gods gave up the obviously more efficient 'unity of politics and church' and chose to launch a so-called royal family to rule, but at the same time set up the existence of the church. The royal family does not directly obey the gods, and its existence will inevitably take away some of the power of the church. What's more, they chose to hide the extraordinary. The power of the royal family is sometimes even higher than that of the church. Isn't this adding resistance to themselves out of thin air?"

"After writing several drafts of papers and doing hundreds of years of social practice, I finally understood that the main advantage of the 'Extraordinary Concealment' is not to protect ordinary people, but to reduce the competitiveness in the Extraordinary World. As long as no one knows the formula and no one knows the ingredients, those geniuses who are picked out of thousands can be avoided. And the church's layer-by-layer domestication also allows geniuses to be used by God in the end."

“…When I thought you were plotting against me, you used your authority to allow me to directly become a True God from Sequence 3, and then collected the reward for becoming a God. When I thought you should be thinking about how to prevent the birth of new gods and how to cause chaos inside the barrier, you were actually studying the social system.” The True Creator complained, looking somewhat speechless.

"Are all Outer Gods like you, so good at disguising themselves as harmless?"

"How can you say I'm faking it, Ally?"

The Outer God spoke righteously: "I am just schizophrenic, how can it be a disguise? Look at the results of every incident, isn't it you who benefited? Our covenant is unbreakable, how could I harm you?"

The True Creator said nothing. He opened an eye in black and white in the shadows and then rolled his eyes.

"It is impossible to become a god, but if you want to become an emperor... the feasibility seems to be much higher." He nodded reluctantly, but didn't want to continue the topic. "Okay, what you said makes sense. Where is the paper published? Let me see it later."

……

On Thursday afternoon, Klein left 160 Böklund Street under the pretext of taking a nap as usual and teleported to the Aurora Society's factory.

"You came."

After entering the hidden office, the Dark Saint pointed to a door on the side and said, "She's already waiting for you."

There was originally only a bookshelf on the wall over there, but now a door strangely appeared. Klein nodded to show his gratitude, then walked towards the door that suddenly appeared and stretched out his hand to push it open.

Suddenly, the light in front of him lit up, and Klein had to squint. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself in an Intis-style living room. The surrounding ornaments were made of gold and ivory, the carpet under his feet was soft and luxurious, the silver-plated wallpaper was painted with patterns painted with gold powder, and the frames of the paintings on the wall were also shining with gold. It was unclear whether they were gold-plated or pure gold.

Klein estimated the size of the painting and thought it should be gilded.

He stood in this glittering room, not knowing where to move, so he had to stand where he was and continue to play the role of an indifferent person who was not moved by money.

Half a minute later, brisk footsteps were heard from far away in the living room. A lady in a layered home dress appeared from the side aisle in front of her. She lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped on the smooth marble surface with high heels, which made Klein's eyes light up.

It was truly a dazzle. There seemed to be a hazy halo around the lady, and the light seemed to illuminate the surrounding gold ornaments. Although the chandelier in the living room was not turned on, Klein once again felt dazzled.

Then, Klein felt that the other person seemed somewhat familiar—not in terms of his face, but in terms of his body movements and outline, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Hello, Mr. X."

"You can call me Ms. D."

The lady who looked to be in her twenties had her hair tied up. She had a bright and elegant appearance and seemed to have royal blood from the Sauron family, so her hair color was slightly orange. What caught people's attention was her pair of pure golden eyes, as clear as the bright sun.

A Beyonder of the Sun Path, whose spirituality is stronger than that of the little “Sun”… a Sequence 5 “Priest of Light”?
The "Eternal Blazing Sun" shared the Creator and obtained the authority of the "Sun". Ms. D was able to become a mid-sequence at such a young age, and she looked either rich or noble. Could it be that there are many people inside the "Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun" who actually praise the "Ancient Sun God"?

Whose hand is this? It doesn't look like it was created by a real creator. There must be something fishy going on here...

Ms. D stood two meters in front of Klein. Since it was their first meeting, both parties maintained a safe distance.

"Your Excellency the Dark Saint has already given you a general description of your commission. Could you please add some more details?" Ms. D asked, "For example, how long we will be there, when we will go, and what we will be doing there."

Klein had already prepared a reason:

"In order to gain a certain status in the noble class of the Kingdom of Loen, I accepted the request of some military officers and nobles to go to the southern continent to help the younger generations of their families."

"If possible, I hope to leave within this week. It will take two weeks to go to the southern continent."

“Two weeks?” Ms. D said politely. “For me, that’s a bit too long.”

Ms. D looked like an Intis noble. She must have participated in social activities and dances frequently. It was indeed a bit strange that she suddenly disappeared for two weeks. However, Klein was also prepared. He smiled and said, "I have a 'Traveler' seal."

"As long as I finish my business in the South Continent, I can send you back immediately."

I have to take a boat to the South Continent, which means I can skip my return trip, but I have to disappear for more than a week to see if there are any "Faceless Man" and "Master of Secret Dolls" who are willing to accept the commission to play the role of the third lady of the Montemar family... Ms. D thought for a moment and smiled: "Thank you for your consideration, Mr. X, I think I can take this commission."

Being praised directly by the lady he met for the first time, Mr. Dawn Dantes, who was used to Rune's conservative style, was a little uncomfortable, but he immediately reacted and nodded slightly: "I am very happy too."

"So, ma'am, what kind of reward would you like?"

Ms. D didn't look like she was short of money, which meant she wouldn't be short of recipes and materials. Klein was a little worried.

"Information about the Sun Bird and clues to the Holy Radiant Stone." Ms. D said with a smile, "It must be outside Intis, the farther the better, and priority is given to those at sea."

"If you can give me something in kind, I will give you monetary subsidies, or anything else you need."

Sun Bird and Holy Radiant Stone? Klein was stunned. Isn't this the main ingredient for the formula of Sun Path Sequence 4 "Darknessless"? Ms. D wants to collect demigod materials for herself instead of getting them from her family? Doesn't her family support her becoming a demigod?
Unfortunately, the original island that I explored with Mr. Hanged Man has disappeared, otherwise I could try my luck there. There is definitely no island in the East Continent, and if there is, it is heavily polluted and cannot be used. I can ask Ms. Hermit, the God War Ruins seem to have frequent changes in the Sun Pathway... Ms. D must have asked the Dark Saint before asking me, which means that there may not be any in the Aurora Club, or, there is, but Ms. D has not accumulated enough credits to exchange... Klein's thoughts raced, and he nodded calmly:

"I'll give you an answer by Sunday."

"Okay." Ms. D smiled understandingly.

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"Bang! Bang!"

Richard flicked his wrist and threw several human-shaped rag dolls dressed as merchants and soldiers on the ground. The sealed objects carried by these rag dolls, which had also turned into model toys, automatically flew up and landed in his hands. Richard held these small toys in his palms and looked at them for a moment, then sneered.

The port was filled with humid vapor, and a huge cargo ship was docked not far away.

He took out two Rose School demigod puppets from his waist bag, lifted one in each hand, and asked, "What did you do? Such a big ship has been docked in the port of Alessar for half a month, and the graves of our former kings have been dug up, but no one has found anything? In addition to the brain, do the current indulgences have no eyes at all?"

The puppet doll in Richard's left hand, wearing a white robe with gold thread, looked at his nose and his nose looked at his heart. His eyes originally contained malice, but now there was only guilt and suppressed madness, hidden behind his slightly curly golden hair.

The puppet on the right hand is a thin-faced man from the southern continent with distinct features. He is wearing a black robe with a hood, and his face is covered by a mask with red and black stripes painted on a golden background.

Richard held the two robed demigods by their necks and dangled them in the air, their robes covering their feet, like two large sunny dolls. The dark sunny dolls did not dare to speak after hearing the angel's question, but behind the mask, a pair of deep blue eyes tried their best to glance in the direction of the doll in the white robe.

(ー_ー)（←_←）
Richard also looked over, and his tone gradually became stern:

"What do you have to say, Mahmuds? ​​As the leader of the rebels, our former king's mummy and even the seal were stolen along with the ordinary cargo. Is this your responsibility?"

The Mahames puppet in a white robe with gold thread swayed left and right, pointed at his mouth, and then waved his hand - tiny golden nails sealed his upper and lower lips. Mahames reminded everyone that he was a "silent disciple" and could not speak.

"You are silent, not dumb."

As a former leader of the rebels, although he was young, Richard was certainly qualified to reprimand this elder. He directly denied the other party's acting and did not give him any feedback. Seeing that the other party was escaping from reality and refused to speak, he turned his attention to the black sunny doll:
"I remember your spirituality. You were Tawfik. You were fifteen when I first saw you."

The black sunny doll wanted to nod, but because he was being held by the back of his neck, he could not do so. He could only try his best to wave his hand to express his honor. His puppet mouth opened and closed, and he said in the voice of a middle-aged man:
"There are impious believers within the resistance army who are secretly colluding with the Northern Continent, leading the way for them and selling out our cultural relics!"

"Your Majesty, the Archangel of Temperance, we have caught these scoundrels who are reselling cultural relics. They are waiting for Your Majesty S'ea and you to deal with them."

"Oh."

Richard thought for a moment and looked back at the huge cargo ship docked at the port: "How much did it sell for?"

The black sunny doll suddenly fell silent.

Under the angel's gaze, after a full minute of silence, Tawfik spoke with difficulty: "Five hundred pounds..."

After hearing the price and looking at the freighter, Richard fell silent, Tawfik also stopped talking, and Mahmouds covered his eyes with his hands. For a moment, everyone began to re-role or play the role of "Silent Disciple" in advance.

Anything on such a large cargo ship would cost far more than five hundred pounds, not to mention that it was filled with the Pharaoh's burial objects and countless seals and extraordinary materials looted by the Loen people from the southern continent!

"…It's still the same as before. Exactly the same. I can even imagine what it's like."

Richard sighed and gave an example very familiarly: "Out of the five hundred pounds, three hundred pounds will be given to the members responsible for managing the royal tomb area, allowing these disgusting "explorers" and "archaeologists" to walk around the tomb area at will, one hundred pounds will be given to the tomb guards, and the guards will turn a blind eye to their behavior of moving things, and the remaining one hundred pounds will be used to open up the joints. Mahmuds, what do you think? I will go on board now to take a look. In addition to the seals, burial objects and the mummies of the kings, can I find the royal tomb murals torn off with tape and taken away?"

Mahmous covered his face and nodded vigorously.

One or two hundred years ago, the royal tombs of Tinicole were robbed most rampantly. The real royal tomb keepers had long been killed, and ordinary people who came in could enter and buy anything for free, no matter who they were, as long as they paid a few pounds.

If they are not allowed in, the archaeologists will give them a few bullets.

The spiritual objects buried with the dead had to be taken, the seals had to be taken, the gems and gold decorations used in the pyramids had to be pried off, the pottery that could not be taken away was smashed and packed into boxes, and then pieced together after being transported to the northern continent, the pharaoh's body was taken for exhibition, and the murals were torn down and taken away...

"There really is nothing new under the sun."

It's not that the Highland Kingdom is a big country that can afford to plunder the Northern Continent for two hundred years and still have things to steal, but most of the Northern Continent's energy is focused on robbing the Balam Royal Family and the Church of the God of Death. Compared with the Balam Royal Family with its extremely high gold reserves, the Highland Kingdom is just a rich country.

"Emperor Roselle translated our king as 'Pharaoh', and our Pharaoh happens to be called Tutankhamun. Damn it, have we inherited this history of being plundered, colonized and enslaved?"

Richard sighed again, said something that Mahmud and Tawfik could not understand, and then asked:

"Where are the offenders? How many died?"

Mahmouds and Tawfik looked at each other, and the latter said, "We have sacrificed several accomplices, but the masterminds are still waiting for the trial."

Yes, now that you have learned how to hold court, it seems that my temperance iron fist still has an effect on your personality correction. As former leaders and angels, the current rebels and Rose School leaders are either his acquaintances or his juniors who grew up under his watch. They have long heard of the reputation and ability of the temperance angels - "If they are not temperate, beat them with your fists until they have no strength to indulge themselves." With Sua's connivance, Richard made everyone in the Rose School begin to try the healthy dual role of indulgence and temperance in a very short time.

Richard nodded with relief: "Let them out and pretend nothing happened."

"Your Highness, why?"

"Of course it's for money." Richard said as a matter of course.

He jumped lightly onto the freighter, looked at the piles of cargo, and pointed at the carved and gold-painted pharaoh coffin: "What is this? The mummy of our great pharaoh Tutanses II. As we all know, the great Tutanses II is the most noble pharaoh in the history of the Highland Kingdom, the messenger of God, and the sacred king deeply loved by the people. It costs extra money."

"What is this? This is a burial object of the great Tutankhamun II. It is rich in spirituality. It costs extra money."

"What is this? This is a mural from the tomb of Tutankhamun II. It is important archaeological research material. It tells about the farming, laws and people's lives in the Highland Kingdom. It is of great significance to the study of the history of that time... It costs extra money."

"This is the precious sculpture ceiling in the Pharaoh's pyramid... Why was the ceiling knocked down?! Anyway, pay more."

"This is... extra money."

"Add money."

"Add money."

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As Richard asked for more money, Mahmus' eyes widened and his mouth almost opened wide. He had to cover his mouth with both hands to prevent the nail from falling. Tawfik was already dumbfounded, sweating profusely, and his sleeves didn't dry even after wiping twice. But his eyes were full of admiration for the Temperance Angels. He suddenly understood why the Temperance Angels rarely encountered such an extreme shortage of money when they were managing the rebels.

He seemed to have been baptized, his soul was sublimated, his understanding of the world became more thorough, and he had achieved enlightenment.

"Well, not too much, let the Northern Continent add 5,000 pounds first."

Richard roughly counted the items and said to the two sunny dolls with confidence: "The theft of Tutankhamun's pyramid is a big deal. The rebels have been investigating strictly recently, and the school has also sent people to investigate. All my men died, and your people were accidentally discovered and captured. If you still want to take this ship away, you must pay more."

Tawfik opened his mouth and said, "We need ransom for captives too!"

"Well said! Young people need to be well educated. Mahmouds, you should learn from them. You won't make money if you act reserved and arrogant." The dignity and reserve of angels are also very expensive. You have to pay more! Richard immediately praised Tawfik, "Let's make the ransom three hundred per person. Are your soldiers not worth the price of the pyramid ticket?"

"Well, that's it. Just find excuses to delay it and keep asking for money until the people of Loen decide to rob them."

"But, but." Taofik wiped his sleeves until they were soaked, and the black sunny doll began to drip water. "Five thousand at a time, isn't that too much?"

"Not much. Which item on this ship is not worth more than five thousand? I was lucky last year and got a Sequence 5 'Shepherd' Gloves, which I sold for twenty thousand. Besides, if you ask for more at one time and pretend that you are going to escape and hide your identity, they will believe you more."

Richard strolled to a huge iron barrel, stepped on the surrounding wooden boxes and walked up. He saw that it was filled with huge ice blocks, which were constantly melting because there was a hand made of pure gold stuck in the middle!
"Look, isn't this worth five thousand?"

Mahmouds and Tawfik, who were held in His hands, were just above the ice bucket and felt the heat immediately. Tawfik's wet sleeves were dried immediately and Mahmouds's golden hair became more curled. The two swayed left and right, trying to get away from the golden hand as soon as possible.

"If they come to grab it, that's even better."

Richard smiled slightly, as if he had seen countless gold pounds jingling in front of him:
"Important members of the military and the royal family should be paid at least 10,000 pounds each, right?"

"They also want to thank me, thank me for being willing to spare their lives for the sake of money, thank me for using their dirty money to help people who really need help, and accumulate some invisible merit for them."

TBC
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Richard: Damn it, after enduring for so long I can finally rob money openly! Hahahaha!!!
(End of this chapter)