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

Chapter 296 Pattern Changes
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Klein stood on an empty street corner and quietly flipped through the newspapers.

He folded up the papers written in Feysac language and wanted to burn them, but after hesitating for a moment, he stuffed them into the bag he was carrying with an inexplicable feeling.

According to the Dark Saint, friction has arisen on the Loen border with Feysac. Feysac's excuse for starting a war this time is legitimate, with the only drawback being that all countries can get a piece of the pie. Rather than going to war, it is more like using international public opinion pressure to force Loen to abdicate or even cede territory. It is well known that the Feysac people want to further invade the Rorsted Islands from the Sonia Sea to the west.

"I can't control these things anyway..."

"But I need to remind the people I know that the war has begun and they need to buy as much food as they can. I do the same."

Klein closed his eyes, shook his head gently, and returned to the road with the package in his hand.

On the street, bakeries and food raw material shops obviously have more customers today than usual. Many sacks printed with the Fetus Food Factory logo are being carried back and forth, and some have been bought by impatient customers before they are even placed on the counter.

He thought of Melissa and Benson, and suddenly wanted to go take a look at their residence.

"Take a look, should it be okay?"

Klein was still weighing the pros and cons in his mind, but his feet had already honestly started walking in another direction, listing the things he needed to do in his mind:
Frank's mushrooms have arrived, and he can start spreading the "Gospel of Mr. Fool" by going to the warehouse at the dock later. Leonard will let him go to Sefirah Castle to draw cards tonight, and take some time to pay attention to Ms. Fors and Ms. Xiu who are exploring the castle. He can go to the "Veteran Officers Club" to talk to the nobles who entrusted him to deliver goods until tomorrow or even the day after tomorrow. He has time now - he has time!
He can freely manage his time, do what he wants to do and meet who he wants to meet. He no longer has to arrange every minute and every second tightly and live cautiously under the shadow of revenge!
Gradually, a smile appeared on Klein's face involuntarily, and his steps became lighter.

Not knowing which department of the government Benson had been admitted to, or where he was working now, Klein hesitated for a moment, compared to the large and complex Hillston and Queens districts, and headed straight for the reorganized Backlund University of Technology.

It's July now, school should have started, and it's lunchtime now, so maybe I can see Melissa on campus.

A figure flashed by the side of the street. It was a postman who was busy delivering mail. Klein watched the man quickly leave and suddenly thought:
"If I were still with them and Melissa was admitted to college, I would definitely buy her a bicycle as a gift for her to go to college!"

"Benson will definitely support me, but Miss Melissa, who is receiving the gift, probably won't be so happy..."

Imagining his sister's eyes, which were full of desire and refusal for this fashionable mechanical product, Klein's expression slowly became gentle: "If Benson had also passed the examination to become a government employee, their lives should be pretty good now."

He felt a little regretful, but he was no longer sad about it.

For the deceased who have passed away, rather than seeing their surviving relatives sad, upset and crying all day long, they hope that their family members can forget about them, walk out of the haze and live well.

Soon, Klein arrived at the gate of Backlund University of Technology before twelve o'clock. He wanted to change his face and sneak in, but he felt that such behavior would make him look like a terrorist who wanted to do something illegal on campus.

After struggling fiercely with his desire to see Melissa, Klein put on his hat, lowered the brim, put on an ordinary face, bought a fast food meal, and sat on the flower bed in front of the teaching building.

While having lunch, he looked straight ahead normally, observing the people coming out of the teaching building as if in a daze.

After a long time, his gaze, which was casually scanning the surrounding scene, suddenly paused, and then he looked in another direction as if nothing had happened.

In the corner of my eye, the skinny girl who always wore an old-fashioned black skirt walked out of the teaching building with a few friends. She had grown taller and put on a beautiful new skirt. The ribbon tied her hair was a fresh but not too bright sky blue. Her skinny face became round and slightly red, and her hair and eyes were shining.

If it weren't for her still somewhat shy expression, Klein would hardly believe that this was the inconspicuous sister from a year ago.

Klein remained looking in the other direction, almost motionless, until Melissa and her friends walked away, chatting and laughing, and disappeared into what was probably the cafeteria. Only then did he remember to take a bite of the bread.

He had never felt so sad, nor had he ever felt so happy.

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Southern Continent, Berens City.

"What's going on here?!"

Trena rolled down from the rubble of the ruins and was immediately stunned by what he saw. "A civil war broke out among the Loen people? Why doesn't a Sequence 3 prince come and fight you if he has such great power?"

Tang En, who was sitting on the rubble nearby, had a very grim expression on his face: "How many did you save?"

"When I arrived, all those who were alive were rescued."

Richard put his hand on Tang En's shoulder, and strange black lines crawled up the back of his hand like snakes, twisting the flesh and bones. The pain that Tang En endured seemed to be gradually fading, and his face was red again.

"Sure enough, it's this kind of strange restriction again." The Angel of Temperance pulled his hand hard, and with a few clicks, the completely twisted and dislocated bones and fingers were twisted back to their original positions. The twisted black shadow was forced to the knuckle of the little finger and was directly broken off by Richard.

"What on earth did you go through?"

"I don't fucking know!"

Tang En glanced at the casualty statistics and was so heartbroken that he almost fainted on the spot. Treanor quickly reached out and pinched his Ren Zhong acupoint: "I saw that Prince Grove was passive in responding to the battle, so I felt that there must be a trick, so I asked Treanor to prepare. Everything was fine at night, but at dawn, a voice suddenly spoke in the head of the entire War Red."

"What did you say?"

"The voice identified itself as 'Emperor of Loon, George III' and gave us orders in our heads."

Tang En began to sweat coldly on his forehead. He was still frightened by what happened that morning.
"His status surpassed mine. He directly invaded my War Red and issued orders to everyone. The orders included... prohibiting calling for help, prohibiting the transmission of information, prohibiting mutual assistance, and, prohibiting killing each other."

Richard frowned: "This is not a curse..."

"The most important thing is that you must obey the emperor. If you disobey his orders, you will die on the spot."

Tang En's tears were streaming down his face. It was unclear whether it was because of Treanor's nails or because he was in pain. "In the beginning, there was no 'cannibalism'. There were only the first few prohibitions and some simple requirements such as walk left, turn right, and stand up. As long as you obeyed, you could survive. But the more you obeyed, the more terrifying the next orders became. We kept trying, trying to resist with seals and high-level mind links, but it didn't work at all."

He pointed at Traynor. "If the order is for me to kill you, then I must do it. If I don't, the order will become that you must not only kill me, but also kill one other person."

"But at the same time, I found that these orders not only require us, but also the people of Rune."

"The people of Loen must obey George III completely and act immediately, otherwise they will be punished more severely."

Treanor and Richard frowned.

"Inquisitor?" Richard asked curiously. "It's a bit like their law."

"But this request is too strange. Isn't this the Level 0 seal that Prince Grove used to deal with you? Why are the requirements for our side more stringent than those for the enemy?" Trena couldn't help asking, "Did the Loen people just kill each other? When did these orders end, and how did you survive?"

"Prince Grove was like a madman, giving orders to the seal non-stop. People were dying like crazy on both sides. I saw a Loen officer who refused to kill his subordinates and had his neck broken by the law. He said that the emperor did not need disobedient subjects. Damn it, this seal does not know how to respect the honor of a warrior! Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I threw the talisman you gave me over there, and it hit the prince's feet."

Tang En gestured:
"I don't know what happened next. The moment the emperor stopped giving orders, I led everyone to retreat. The people of Loen seemed to have been driven crazy. I only remember that George III's last order was 'Take me away from here immediately.'"

"Sounds like an active seal?"

"Is this also a decree? It's not surprising that Rune has a seal of the Prince Judge's Path." "He is not in a normal state, as if he is controlled by the seal." Tang En shook his head firmly, "There must be something wrong with that thing."

Richard was curious. He listened to the story with great interest. He tossed the blackened knuckle of his broken little finger up and down in his hand. "But now you don't have to worry about the seal appearing again. There is a port behind Berens. They may have fled by boat overnight. I don't know if they can return alive."

605
Monday, July 4, 2 p.m.

After arranging everything, Klein entered Sephira Castle in a hotel room, intending to have Dwayne Dantès "return to Backlund" after the Tarot Club to talk to the retired officers.

I still have the badge that Alfred Hall gave himself. It's not my fault that I didn't get what you younger generations gave you, and I did deliver all your things.

Klein exhaled and sat in the position of The Fool.

This time, there will be two new members in the Tarot Club.

As it was almost three o'clock, deep red rays of light rose up and solidified into different human shapes on both sides of the long bronze table.

The eternal silence above the gray fog was broken, and the magnificent ancient palace was filled with indescribable vitality.

Leonard, who had obtained the "Star" card, once again came to the mysterious palace above the gray fog. He sat up straight with some nervousness, and kept scanning the other figures.

No one would dare to appear in front of the gods with a false face. Although everyone's appearance was covered by fog, their general facial features could still be seen.

... Blonde hair and golden eyes? Like the characteristics of Intis Beyonders in the data... Blue hair, storm? Church member or pirate... Noble lady... Lady with purple eyes, powerful, at least the leader of a medium-sized team... Black hair and red eyes? Blood race? Arrogant, good family... Lay, not steady... Gloomy, scary...

Leonard quickly glanced at the people around him, and roughly glanced at the ladies opposite him, and got a general impression of the other participants. Finally, he cast his eyes on the figure at the end of the long table, opposite the "Fool".

Found it... Leonard's shoulders relaxed slightly, but then returned to the nervous and cautious state he was in when he came here, observing the people around him, ready to respond to the next move at any time.

Judging from the brief exchange with The Fool, He cannot be another identity of the true Creator.

Judging from the reaction of old man Pales to the "Gray Mist" and the "Fool", this should indeed be a great existence, so Leonard temporarily classified the other party into the camp of the real creator, guessing that the two hidden evil gods may have some cooperative relationship.

No matter what, he was still an extraordinary person of the Orthodox Church. In such a gathering, before he could be sure of the general direction of the gathering and the personalities and behaviors of other people, he had to ensure his own safety.

At this moment, the blonde lady in front of him stood up. Leonard immediately prepared himself and stood up with the others, nervously following the lady with the pleasant voice to greet Mr. Fool.

After a brief exchange of words, Klein met Xio and realized that he had not told Leonard some of the small details of participating in the Tarot Club. What surprised him even more was that Leonard, who knew nothing about the party, actually kept up with the pace of everyone without making any mistakes.

At the same time, he also felt that everyone seemed to have something on their minds, especially Miss Justice.

Was it because Rune was attacked by public opinion? She was a noble lady with a sense of justice... He sighed in his heart.

Looking around, Klein the Fool nodded slightly and responded calmly:

"Let's start trading."

When he was speaking, Audrey paid attention to the reactions of The Hermit and The Hanged Man, and found that none of them noticed that Mr. Fool had become more majestic and lofty.

Everyone looked at each other. Cattleya pushed her glasses and whispered:
"Everyone, I want to know the details of the events that occurred on June 6th, as well as the details of the change of the sun. One hundred pounds."

The two participants, "The World" and "The Stars", looked at her at the same time. Just as Leonard was thinking about organizing his words, "The World" spoke first: "I can answer this question. Private transaction?"

"I can add some details." Leonard decided to take the initiative to join the transaction.

Cattleya thought for a moment and looked towards the "world" first:
"Let's talk about it right here. I'm going to trade with you two. I hope you can complement each other."

Then the World, Gehrman Sparrow, spoke in a low voice:
"The renegade Archbishop of the Church of Evernight, Ince Zangwill, who fled with 0-08, appeared in Enmat Harbor, but was discovered and killed on the spot by the Church of Evernight. Afterwards, a war between gods took place, and it is unknown whether it was related to this incident or not. The True Creator fought against the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the former won and seized the authority of the 'Sun'. He has now taken over the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun in Intis."

Klein's news has the shadow of the Aurora Society... "Star" Leonard paused for a moment, then continued:
"But the whereabouts of Level 0 Sealed Artifact 0-08 is unknown. No one knows who took it away. During this process, an accident occurred. Ince Zangwill was contaminated by the Demonic Path, causing the Demonic Path Angel Edward Vaughn to be attracted by the Beyonder characteristics and arrive at Enmat Port. Some high-level struggles occurred in the process, resulting in the destruction of Enmat Port and several surrounding coastal cities. The number of casualties cannot be counted."

Mr. Xingxing spoke in a very official manner and even talked about the number of casualties...Others had the same thought at the same time.

In the Tarot Club, Audrey "Justice" and others heard the news for the first time. They could only judge from the words "Archbishop", "0-08", "Demigod" that the matter was quite serious, but it had nothing to do with them, so they did not have much interest. The "Angel of the Devil's Path" only surprised everyone for a moment, after all, the people who were talked about were usually the Angel Kings and True Gods, and even the "Hermit" lady had just traded a drop of angel blood.

But as soon as the second half of the sentence, "The true Creator has seized the authority of the sun," came out, the Tarot Club suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained - the breathing sound came from "the sun" Derrick.

Everyone who knew about the existence of the "adjacent paths" immediately thought of this direction. Adjacent gods can plunder each other's authority! The reasons for the hostility of the three gods of storm, knowledge and scorching sun to each other were obvious, and the reasons for suppressing the true creator were also clear in an instant.

During the brief silence, Klein the Fool suddenly reached out and tapped the table.

At the sound of "thu", all the members straightened their backs, or straightened them even more, and turned to the top of the long bronze table at the same time. Even the new members "Star" Leonard and "Judgement" Hugh did not hesitate and made corresponding movements almost instinctively.

Then, they heard the lofty figure in the gray fog laugh:

“Times have changed because of that.”

Leonard, the "Star" who participated in the incident of Ince Zangwill, did not think that the change of the times had anything to do with Ince Zangwill, even though the 0-08 that was picked up had become a thorn in his heart. Even when he took a short nap, it was as if the devil's words were lingering in his ears.

But now he was thinking about another thing - the "Sleeping Ones" and the "Corpse Collectors" were neighbors, was this the reason why the Church of Night had been committed to clearing out the Church of Death?
Why did the God of War of Feysac choose to suddenly declare war now? Was it just because of... the king's brutality?
He paid attention to Mr. Fool's next words, while Audrey the Justice and the others all became alert. Even Derrick the Sun couldn't help but show an attitude of waiting for the follow-up.

Klein the Fool looked around and said with a half smile and a half sigh:
"Adam missed the throne."

"And the Creator took the first step to reclaim his glory."

Adam? Missed the throne? ... Although "Star" Leonard didn't know who Adam was, he could still understand this simple sentence.

He immediately thought of the ordinary priest who picked up "0-08" in front of Klein after the previous battle.

Different from the reactions of the people around him, he lowered his head slightly and stared at the long bronze table with an expressionless face.

Under the table, he stretched out his hands, then clenched them tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

TBC
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Done!

A rare opportunity to have a Tarot session.

(End of this chapter)