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

Chapter 282 The Fastest Way
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The City of the Dead... "Unknown Souls"... Ancient Gods... This sounds very dangerous... Klein looked at the radio receiver in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Da da da, the illusory white paper spits out another piece:
“Besides these, I don’t know much else.

"Great Master, I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?"

That’s a good question… Klein collected his thoughts and nodded slightly.

"explain."

The radio receiver's ticking sound suddenly became brisk, and a line of words soon appeared on the illusory white paper:
"You can ask 'Red Light' El Moria about questions about Calderon."

In the end, I still can’t get around the “red light”... Klein nodded slightly and asked:
"The city of Berens is under attack, and I'm still two days away. What do you suggest?"

The radio receiver paused for a moment, then typed the following words as if carefully choosing their words:
"Dear Master, you are unable to complete the mission in your current capacity."

The two Aurora Envoys are not powerful enough to intervene in the battle of Berens? Well, it's expected. What should we do then?
"You can seek help from Ms. D. She has a solution."

Does Ms. D have a solution? She does have many businesses in the southern continent, and may be able to help me. It seems that your safety is guaranteed. Klein made a decision, thought for a moment, and said:
"Okay, that's all for today."

After the typewriter finished typing this sentence, it began to tap rapidly again:

"Great master, wise master, wait a minute or two, and someone will look at you! Your loyal servant Arrodes is waiting for your next summons, goodbye~"

One or two more minutes? Why didn't you say so earlier? Klein was startled, as if he had seen the countdown of a time bomb. He quickly used the materials on the altar that had not yet been dismantled and put away to perform a sacrificial ceremony and threw the radio receiver into the gray fog.

But above the gray fog, Klein did not leave immediately. Instead, he quickly wrote a divination note. Once he sought Ms. D's help, he would probably have to spend a long time in the carriage. He would not have the opportunity to walk four steps backwards to get to Sefirah Castle. Therefore, he could only finish it before Ms. D came back. He finished the divination in half a minute.

"Ms. D's plan would put me in danger"

Rotate slightly clockwise.

There will be some danger, but it is not big and completely acceptable.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the real world.

Next, he should consider when to contact the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.

After doing all this, he sat quietly for a moment to make sure nothing had happened. Then, Klein opened the door, took the doll downstairs to check out, and went to the lobby to wait for Ms. D to come back after finishing her business.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Klein suddenly felt a gaze falling on him, and he immediately had a bad premonition.

I saw two dirty figures, one big and one small, squatting not far from the glass door of the hotel.

The older one was a disabled man whose exact age was unclear but who looked very old and frail. The younger one was sitting in the man's arms, looking at him with a pair of bright eyes. It was the little girl Klein had seen in the restaurant last night.

They were wrapped in a piece of rag and squatting in the corner. I don't know if they had been there all night.

Seeing Klein looking at them, the two men stood up hurriedly, not knowing where to put their hands.

Klein felt the hairs on his back stand up one by one, and he was defeated by the ignorant and bright eyes. He sat there for a long time with his fists clenched, and finally mustered up his courage and stood up. He walked towards the glass door and wanted to ask them why they came to him. Were they here to blackmail him or beg for money? Because he gave the little girl a bowl of rice?

At this moment, familiar footsteps sounded from not far away. Ms. D, wearing sunglasses and a hat, walked over quickly. Seeing that Klein seemed to have recovered, she smiled and greeted him.

Then, she also noticed two natives from the southern continent, one big and one small, standing at the base of the wall. They seemed to have something to say. She looked at them, then at Klein. "Sir, are they here to see you?"

“…I don’t know either.” Klein responded in a deep voice.

The little girl didn't react. When the elderly man saw Ms. D, who was obviously from the Northern Continent, he showed obvious panic and fear. His eyes kept flickering between Klein and Ms. D, his lips trembling, and he didn't say a word.

Ms. D smiled without surprise. She spoke softly, and there seemed to be magic in her voice:

"Don't be nervous." It was in Dutan.

"Under God's gaze, we will not harm you."

Under the cover of the morning sun, a faint golden halo fell on the old and skinny man. The warm power seemed to make him bathe in hot water. His body and mind involuntarily relaxed, and the fear in his eyes was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the other party had calmed down, Ms. D smiled and asked:

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The thin man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke in a dialect with a strong local flavor and used body language, allowing Klein and Ms. D to barely understand what he wanted to say:
He was the little girl's uncle. All his family members died of disease and hunger. The child's parents were taken to the plantation. The slave catchers saw that the little kid and the disabled sick kid who could not be sold for a few dollars escaped. He could not feed the child. When he heard the child say that there was someone who did not bully her and gave her food, he took the risk to come and see her, and asked Klein to take the child away.

After listening to the other party's stumbling narration, Klein fell silent.

Ms. D looked at Klein and did not speak.

Crane replied to the man in Dutan: "I don't need slaves."

The man was horrified. He used his only remaining hand to pull up the little girl's face, and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off it. He said intermittently:

"My lord, you see, although she is small, she is a beauty! If you don't need a slave, then, a mistress... an adopted daughter..."

Klein raised his head, took a deep breath, and tried his best to make a gesture to stop him.

He felt that his ability to endure was far less than he imagined, and he almost suffocated just by listening to others talking.

The man had no choice but to look at Ms. D for help, and Ms. D could only give him a helpless look. The little girl beside him seemed to have sensed something as well, and nervously grasped the hem of the man's clothes.

Suddenly, Klein turned to look at Ms. D and asked seriously, "Madam, if I want to open a factory in a city like this and provide jobs for these poor unemployed people, how much money do I need per month to operate it?"

Ms. D smiled slightly after hearing this:

"You are indeed a man of high moral character. Of course, the operating capital depends on the business you want to do and the scale of your factory... I do have some small businesses in the southern continent, but they were established with the help of friends. I do some simple cloth weaving and processing business. If you are interested in this, I welcome you to discuss it with me and my partners in detail."

After saying that, she turned her gaze to the confused little girl and the skinny man with pleading eyes, and asked in the common language of the Northern Continent:
"Before that, how do you plan to...deal with them?"

An elderly disabled person and a child in his teens are obviously not suitable to work in a factory.

The old Kohler whom Klein helped was also a middle-aged man with all his limbs intact and still able to work.

Seeing that Klein hadn't made a decision yet, Ms. D offered her own suggestion: "Perhaps this child can live a better life with you. Just like he said, otherwise they will starve to death together, or the child will survive and become a streetwalker early... This is too cruel for anyone, not to mention that she only looks eleven or twelve years old."

"But what if I want them all to live?"

Klein stared at the little girl's hands that were tightly grasping her family's clothes. His eyes and tone gradually became firm. "He sold her to me so that the child could live. Without the child as a concern, he will soon lose the will to live." "You can give him more money." Ms. D said, "Based on the prices in the southern continent and his age, just assume that he can live another 20 years. About 400 to 500 pounds will be enough for him to enjoy his old age."

Klein also laughed.

"If a child like this is sold for four or five hundred pounds, then other local people will definitely try their best to sell the child to me, or to someone else..." Halfway through his words, Klein remembered that the slave trade and human trade in the southern continent seemed to be still operating, so he immediately changed his words, "...but the people who buy those children will definitely not be me, but the plantation, and they will live a harder life from now on."

Ms. D observed his expression, and her smile became brighter:

"Then you can just give them money and not take the children back, so that they won't be separated and can live a good life."

Klein shook his head and spoke in a nostalgic tone:
"There is a story in my hometown about a man who redeemed a fellow villager who had become a slave, but he did not ask for a reward from the local government because he had money and did not need it. But his teacher criticized this behavior because he alone raised the moral standard of redeeming slaves. I can give them money directly without asking for people, and maybe my original intention was not to be so self-touched, but later on, there will be fewer people who really want to adopt or help them through doing business."

The more Ms. D listened, the more subtle her expression became. She asked tentatively:
"I see what you mean. Mr. X, do you know Mr. Ernst?"

Klein was slightly stunned and shook his head.

Ms. D immediately changed the subject: "So how are you going to help them?"

"I want to open some charity schools, factories, or other places in the southern continent that can help these people."

Klein thought for a moment and said, "I will give you some resettlement money. I hope you can let them work in your factory for a while. Once my industry starts operating, you can send them to me."

"You are a kind person. I will give the order and my factory will allocate two places for them."

Ms. D immediately wrote a note, stamped it with her own seal, and stuffed the note into the two people's hands, telling them to go to a certain store to seek help. Then, she looked at Klein and said tactfully: "However, instead of building a factory from now on, perhaps it would be better to directly invest in a charitable foundation that already has a mature industry? ... If you need it, I can introduce you to the Ernst Foundation..."

"I've seen members of theirs in the East End."

Seeing the two people from the Southern Continent, one big and one small, holding the note blankly with a look of disbelief, Klein took the initiative to explain to them and left quickly before they were about to kneel down to thank him: "They seem to belong to the Rose School of Temperance?"

Ms. D pushed up her sunglasses.

Ms. D hesitated and said:
"That was the case before... Now, due to the internal reforms of the Rose School... it is not wrong to say that they belong to the indulgence school... Well, don't worry, Mr. X, I can guarantee you if you have such intentions."

Doing business with the Rose School?

The Ernst Foundation suddenly became terrifying in Klein's mind. As a Sequence 7, he and Sharon and others killed three mid-sequence members of the Rose School. As a Sequence 6, he was ambushed by the "Mother Tree of Desire". Two months ago, he was besieged by a demigod named "Jacks" and the "Blood Admiral" in the southern continent. Klein, who had rich experience in opposing the Rose School, almost immediately backed down.

"...I'll think about it." He coughed.

"By the way, ma'am, the situation is critical and I need to get to Berens quickly. Do you have any other ideas?"

Mrs. D paused as she was about to step into the carriage, and she seemed not surprised at all.

"Can you accept the spirit world travel?" Ms. D asked, "It's not a 'gate'. The real spirit world travel is extremely dangerous."

Klein nodded: "I have had similar experiences."

"Then would you mind being sent directly to...War Red's camp?"

"..."

Klein thought for a long time: "If I mind, is there any other way?"

Ms. D shook her head:

"The gate of Berens is now controlled by War Red. Even if you are a friendly party, you will have to be checked by War Red if you want to enter the city."

"...Then let's do this." Klein couldn't help but ask, "Is it safe to travel through the spirit world?"

"Safety."

Ms. D immediately entered the carriage, arranged the ceremony in front of Klein, and began to pray:
"I!"

"I summon in the name of Irena Montemar."

"A spirit wandering in the void, a respected scout, a messenger belonging exclusively to Lord Trena Vaughan."

Messenger summoning ceremony?

Klein didn't take it seriously at first, but then he suddenly realized: Wait, who? Vaughn? ?
……

In the ruins of the war of gods, there is a small island that is always covered by sunlight, away from the main channel.

With a shrill cry, it was as if another sun fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground, splashing dirt everywhere. As soon as the golden blood hit the ground, it purified all the surrounding grass and trees into gold.

After a long time, the bird-like creature stopped moving.

Cattleya did not dare to be careless. She waited for a few minutes and saw that the Holy Sun Bird was indeed dead. Then she wiped the sweat that kept oozing out of her head and put this extraordinary creature into the box.

The island was still sunny and had more than one sunbird roosting on it, making it seem like it was in the middle of the desert.

"captain!"

In the distance, a crew member who seemed to be pecked by birds and was covered in wounds also ran over in his boxers and waved vigorously:
"I got the Radiant Stone!"

"Okay, go back immediately!"

In order to prevent being besieged by extraordinary creatures, the "Admiral of the Stars" and his crew quickly returned to the "Future" and sped up their journey back in the direction they came from.

Away from the island, the crew members immediately felt extremely cool when the sea breeze blew.

At this time, Ottolov came over and whispered to Cattleya:
"Intelligence personnel said that someone suspected to be the 'Undying King' appeared in a city near Enmat Harbor..."

"He really seems to be drawn to some connection!"

TBC
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Double update on the 24th.

(End of this chapter)