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

Chapter 274 Something seems wrong
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“I walked up the street and climbed several stairs before finally finding the strange little church. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary house, nothing special until I walked in.

“There is only one priest here, he is a warm and introverted middle-aged man, wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard that almost covers the lower half of his face, and a pair of clear light-colored eyes like a child’s.

"He called this the temple of the Creator. Creatures of any race and believers of any god can enter."

"..."

"He said that when humans were first born, the sky, land and ocean were dominated by all kinds of crazy and bloodthirsty monsters. They were the source of the dragons, giants, elves and other races that came later.

"These monsters indulged their desires and ravaged everywhere. It seemed that it would not be long before they destroyed the entire world. At this time, the Creator woke up, took back the special powers given to them, and gave them to humans.

“After that, He fell asleep again and left behind a prophecy:

“When madness, cruelty, greed, indulgence, indifference, and bloodlust once again overwhelm the earth, He will wake up and take back everything.”

——On the airship, Klein fastened his seat belt, covered with a blanket, leaned against the back of his chair, and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the night outside the window was dark, the lights on the earth were sparse, and the scenery seemed to be slowly but actually quickly sweeping away. Everything seemed so safe and peaceful.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly woke up and stretched his neck.

He had a short dream, in which he saw the Roselle diary obtained in this Tarot Club, about the small church that believed in the Creator, and the priest with golden beard and clear eyes, and the "prophecy of the Creator" he repeated. The pictures he saw in Roselle's diary were automatically imagined by his brain into a series of bizarre pictures, projected into his subconscious, and became a dream.

As a fortune teller carrying the Sefirah Castle, Klein, who was already experienced, could even dream of Leonard digging his own grave. Of course, he couldn't think that this was just a simple dream... perhaps it was some kind of hint?

"Does my subconscious mind care about those contents? Well, it's possible..."

Klein yawned again as he thought about it. The airship was flying steadily in the night sky. He unbuckled his seat belt and planned to go to the bathroom. The vague but symbolic images in his dream lingered in his mind. As the cold wind blew, his thoughts gradually became clearer:

"I have become a follower of the original creator, right? I also know about the 'Redemption Rose' and related secrets. After seeing the church with a cross on it in Roselle's diary, which is suspected to be the church of 'Silver City Creator, Ancient Sun God', I naturally pay more attention to it."

After quickly solving the problem and washing his hands, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He glanced at the lounge opposite and saw the red gloves of the "Church of the Night" he had seen before sitting together, playing cards to kill time.

The door of the lounge was half-open. The red gloves were mostly "sleepless", but there was a person sitting in the dim light near the card table. He was wearing a dark robe, blue eye shadow and blush. At first glance, he looked like a ghost floating out of the morgue.

Ms. Daly...Klein undoubtedly knew her.

She did not join the card game, but sat on the sofa and rested against the soft backrest. Daly closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, put one hand on her legs and the other on the sofa, and looked very calm and peaceful.

He was standing far away and had not been noticed by the Red Gloves.

Looking at Daly's hand on the sofa and the silver ring on her ring finger, Klein's heart suddenly moved and he activated his spiritual vision.

In an instant, he saw a vague figure sitting next to Daly, with a slightly high hairline and deep eyes. The lady with blue eyeshadow leaned her head on his shoulder, and he also had a silver ring on his right ring finger.

One is real, the other is blurry; their hands are tightly clasped together, and they have the same quiet and beautiful smile on their faces.

Tuesday morning.

Klein had a good sleep. In the second half of the night, he did not have any strange or suggestive dreams, and slept soundly until dawn.

The airship stopped at Eskoson Port, Disi Bay.

Klein carried his luggage and left the airship along the gangway, preparing to board the chartered passenger ship to the southern continent.

In order to accommodate Dwayne Dantes who was kind enough to help, Calvin and others had already ordered that the goods originally stored in Pritz Port be transported to a warehouse in Escorson Port first.

As for the Red Gloves, including Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell, they were the first to get off the airship, while Klein was ranked last and did not meet them.

After entering the city, he was about to head directly to the port when he suddenly heard illusory and overlapping voices of prayer.

It sounds like a little "sun"... Klein covered his mouth and yawned. He found a hotel on the street and booked a room for a few hours. He walked four steps backwards in the room and entered the Sefirah Castle.

Soon, he understood what the "Sun" was praying for.

There was a chief in the City of Silver who tried to advance to the path of the "God of Death", but it seemed that he failed, and the door of the mausoleum has never been opened since it was closed. The City of Silver thought that the chief was dead, and the current chief, Colin Iliad, received the relevant information conveyed by Derrick. For the sake of safety, he decided to open the mausoleum of the chief, conduct an investigation, and resolve possible uncertainties.

Colin already knew that two people in Silver City had already joined other gods. One was Elder Lovia, who still believed in the Creator, and the other was Derrick Berg, who was connected to "Amon".

Derrick's prayer was for this reason. Colin wanted to try to contact this unknown god, and he also took out the two "Time Worms" he had obtained from Amon who had sneaked into the Silver City to see if he could get some hints or help.

Combined with what the real Creator said, Colin Iliad has now begun to doubt the "Amon" contacted by Derrick Berg, suspecting that this unknown god who appeared earlier than the real Creator is the "salvation" mentioned by the Lord.

"It seems that this 'chief' wants to take this opportunity to confirm..."

"Once Frank's 'crops that grow without light' are developed, we can officially support the City of Silver. It's also time to pass on the name of 'The Fool'. If it's always been thought of as Amon, I always feel that something bad will happen in the mysticism."

Klein calmed down, looked at Derrick's resolute expression as he closed his eyes in prayer, and let out a long breath.

"Perform the ritual, chant my name, and I will help you."

"This is the covenant between the Creator and me."

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"Intelligence shows that within two months after the great haze, that is, before March, the Church of the God of Death was still in contact with Ince Zangwill, and the latter also expressed his intention to join. But for some reason, from one day afterwards, Ince Zangwill stopped replying to the letters of the Church of the God of Death. It was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth."

The "Requiem Master" Soest has arrived at the local Church of Night and is sharing intelligence with the team members during the rest period.

Leonard asked, "When was the last time they communicated with each other? Which party didn't respond?"

"Not sure, that's why we're here."

Soest said in a low voice, "0-08 will affect divination and will arrange for people who know of its existence. If the Holy Temple had not confirmed that Ince Zangwill was still alive through other means, we would have thought that he had died quietly in a corner."

He looked around and said:

"This time, we have to sneak into Balam and capture the main contact of the Church of the God of Death, Naines Zangwill, to obtain accurate information. However, Balam is very dangerous now, so we must fully disguise ourselves and keep a low profile as much as possible."

"Yes!" the red gloves answered in unison.

……

Inside a warehouse in Port Eskom.

"Dipsy's pie uses more ingredients than Backlund's, but they like to add some local spices. It may feel a bit strange at the first few bites, but once you get used to it, you'll find it has a unique flavor..." A mouthful of greasy pie and a sip of cool and refreshing sweet iced tea are a perfect combination.

Klein enjoyed a delicious lunch in Disi Bay, and after a nap he came to the designated dock to check the goods in the warehouse.

The warehouse was not too big, and half of it was filled with items given by the nobles to their younger generations and children. But overall it was not a lot. According to the list, each person only had a quarter of a container.

"Please help me move them onto the passenger ship." Klein took the documents given by Calvin and easily mobilized some manpower and cranes at the dock. He loaded all the cargo in more than two hours.

"Mr. Dantes, it's five o'clock in the afternoon. If we set out now and only stop at one island for supplies, we expect to arrive before Friday."

The captain of the ship came over. He was a tall middle-aged man who seemed to have Feysac bloodline.

The North and South continents were not harmonious, and the maritime business was not easy to do. He knew that his employer was in a hurry, but he was still a little uneasy about the long night voyage. However, if he did not accept this order, his family might not have food to eat next month, so he still came here bravely.

At the same time, he noticed that his employer was a middle-aged wealthy man who looked noble and experienced. He found it hard to believe that the other party could accept living on a ship for at least two days and two nights. He had to know that his private cruise ship was aimed at the middle class with higher incomes, not aristocrats or wealthy people. Although the decoration was very nice, it was at best just an eye-catcher for the latter.

"Sir, shall we set off now?"

Klein nodded slightly: "Yes."

Then, he took a step to get on board. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried and heavy footsteps on the dock, as if a strong man was running fast.

Dwayne Dantès turned his head and saw a man with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, a frown and a fierce look appearing on the dock.

The man was holding a dozen banknotes and a briefcase in his hand. He grabbed the captains of the ships docked at the port and asked them loudly, but the captains he asked all shook their heads desperately. Finally, he scratched his head in annoyance and noticed Dwayne Dantes.

The captain of the passenger ship quickly stepped forward and gestured behind him, asking the guests to get on board quickly.

The ground seemed to tremble slightly. The tall man came to the captain in two or three steps and asked impatiently:

"Are you going to the Southern Continent?"

The captain hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, sir, my boat has been chartered."

Seeing that he did not refuse, the man frowned and glanced at the docked passenger ship full of cargo, then looked directly at Dwayne Dantès, his tone even worse:
"How much did you bid? I'll double it."

Five hundred pounds. This price shows that business at sea is really not easy to do... Klein was not dissatisfied with the other party's attitude. He smiled and said, "Sir, perhaps you can wait a little longer."

He heard the tall man sneer undisguisedly. He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he just sneered twice and looked at Klein and the captain, who were dressed like Loen gentlemen, with extremely contemptuous eyes.

Strangely enough, Klein felt that this man had a strange temperament. Just like Hazel, he despised everything around him for some reason... A powerful Beyonder? If he was a noble or a high-ranking official, he would not have behaved so rudely and violently, unless he was from Feysac.

"I don't know how much you gave me." The man turned to look at the captain, "Five thousand. Take me to Berens Harbor."

Behrens?
Klein was suddenly stunned—this person was also going to Behrens?

Those noble children who have experienced the battle are basically in the city of Berens and the nearby central cities, and their target is also there!
But he came to his senses in the blink of an eye. He heard the captain rejecting the man with great difficulty. Klein's thoughts raced, and he took the initiative to speak:
"Sir, it seems we have the same goal."

"But I have to make sure you don't pose a threat to my life, if you are willing..."

Before he could finish his words, the blue-eyed man waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him: "You are from Loen, right? Stop wasting time. If you want to ask, just ask directly, don't beat around the bush! Let me ask you, are you going to the South Continent to fight?"

As he spoke, the blue-eyed man glanced at the cargo piled on the passenger ship and looked at Klein with a very dangerous look.

Hunter, this is definitely a hunter!

From the way this person spoke, his expression, and his body movements, Klein was certain that he was definitely a high-ranking hunter. A hunter heading to the southern continent during this period of time, could he be a member of the Iron Cross? Was he going to the southern continent to participate in the war?
Isn't it said that Berens is currently peaceful? The Dark Saint said that the Church of the God of Death and the Loen garrison are currently interested in peace talks, so why would a high-ranking hunter go there?

Klein felt that his luck was as confusing as Behrens' current situation: "Not really."

"If you don't join the war, you won't even be qualified to be my target."

Blue eyes looked down at Dwayne Dantes and said, "Will you leave or not?"

"Excuse me, are you a believer of the God of War?" Klein couldn't help but ask, "If you have enough financial resources, there is no need to put pressure on a small businessman like me. It will not make any sense to you."

"God of War?" Blue Eyes sneered again, as if he had been greatly insulted. "They have dull brains that can't even understand what war is. Are they worthy of calling themselves followers of the God of War?"

"Then maybe we are not enemies, sir." This sentence allowed Klein to confirm his identity. In the blind spot of the captain's vision, Klein obscurely made a cross on his chest, then moved aside, "Please."

Blue Eyes looked at the Loen gentleman in front of him with doubt and uncertainty, nodded reluctantly, relaxed his expression, and strode onto the boat.

Crane followed closely behind, and the captain finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, the passenger ship started slowly.

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"Tang En almost spent five thousand dollars on a boat ticket? He still has the nerve to ask if he can get it reimbursed?"

Treanor listened to this prayer in disbelief. Two seconds later, his expression returned to normal and he replied, "Yes, of course. Next time you make a large expense like this, remember to send the reimbursement application to Medici, not to me."

"If you're not afraid of being shot down, you can just fly over here."

Then he hung up his prayer and picked up a half-read telegram, frowning:
"I guessed it right?"

"Lenburg actually started to adjust some details because of my false information. Did they think that I had discovered some of their actions?... The Church of Knowledge actually supports Mesanyes and intends to establish a good relationship with the Church of Death..."

"Although it is a neutral country for ten thousand years, isn't Lenburg a bit too fence-sitting?"

The subordinate stood nearby and asked cautiously, "Sir, what's the next step?"

"Isn't it better that Renburg has this plan? If this piece of information is credible, then the credibility of other false information will also increase."

"That's perfect. Don't worry. Improve the false intelligence and get some real information in." Trena's eyes were still on the page of Renburg's telegram in his hand. "Mesanyes's territory is very close to here. So, as long as Berens goes to war and Renburg doesn't come to support it, it can be confirmed that it is colluding with the Southern Continent..."

"...If Prince Sonia dies in this war, or returns home seriously injured, will Loen attack Lenburg? No, there are Feynapotter and Ma Xi between them. Ma Xi is also a country that believes in the God of Knowledge. If Lenburg stands on the side of the God of Death, Ma Xi should be attacked by Loen first."

"If Ma Xi is breached, Loon will directly border Feynaport!"

"If Feysac plans to take another step forward from the Sonia Sea, will he sit back and do nothing?"

There are so many benefits. The conspirator thought, then I can't let Renburg come to support me.

It would be best if we could pretend that Renburg is supporting the Balam Empire...

TBC
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Medici: If you can resist fighting, are you still a hunter?
Traynor: I fucking start digesting the conspirators.

(End of this chapter)