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

Chapter 312 Hello Sir, Please Give Me Money

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"Irena, has the letter been sent?"

Hearing the knock on the door and the question, Irena, who was studying the revised version of the Holy Scripture, looked up and revealed a pair of eyes that looked like they were made of pure gold. Clovis, who was standing outside the door with his arms folded, immediately made an expression as if he had been blinded, and smiled with a relaxed demeanor:

"It seems you are adjusting well to the promotion. How are you doing?"

Irena smiled modestly and proudly, put down her pen, leaned back on the cushions of the high-back chair, and spoke in a good mood:
"The letters to our distant relatives have all been sent out. I contacted their daughters and nieces as pen pals. They are all noble ladies of my age. The women in Loen are freer and smarter than those here. They were probably instructed by their elders. Basically, they talked to me about the current situation in Loen and their own industries."

"What's the catch?"

"Currently, a viscount has implicitly expressed his willingness to give away his property and company worth 20 gold Louis, hoping to keep his baronial title in Intis under the protection of the Montemar family."

"Haha, this is not enough." Clovis smiled. "The Republic of Intis does not have the power to confer titles on new nobles. There is no other way to obtain noble status except to rely on the great nobles! If he wants to keep his title, let him pay another 20 gold Louis."

Irena agreed:
"The others don't have any clear intentions yet, but I heard that there are movements in the Amanda Mountains, so the number of letters should increase during this period. Other than that, there is nothing else - but there is one of these women that I care about very much. There is an earl's daughter who is very interesting. She seems to have a strong interest in charity and is seriously involved in it. I have a strange feeling that she seems to have formed a relatively accurate impression of me through just two replies."

Clovis showed a little interest: "Extraordinary? Or is it one of the Earl's staff who wrote in this capacity?"

"It's not a ghostwriter, otherwise I can't write about that kind of innocent kindness."

Most adults have a fixed understanding of the world, and are unlikely to have the same wavering and self-struggling emotions as that young lady. Irena pondered, "In her letter, she asked me very seriously about the operation methods and approximate standards of the charity industry. Maybe she is a Beyonder. If the Earl's child is interested in the occult, many organizations will try their best to please her and offer her potions. Maybe she is a Low Sequence or a Mid Sequence."

"What she showed in the letter was only normal sensitivity. This behavior might be a test of me, to test whether I have malicious intentions or am also an extraordinary person."

"Are you good at analyzing other people's methods?" Clovis didn't take it to heart and nodded casually, "Just take care of it yourself. I always trust you with this kind of things."

"By the way, sister, are you still in contact with the highlanders in the southern continent? The parliament and the church currently have no clear plan for our highland colonies, but I don't recommend that you continue to cooperate with the Rose School... What if Intis is unwilling to give up the land?"

Irena was silent for a moment and sighed softly:

"I know."

"Before the Aurora Society occupied Intis, it needed an international charity organization to increase its influence and secretly give more anchors to the True Creator. But now, the number of anchors is more than enough, and it has occupied the country. There is basically no need for the Rose School and the Temperance Angels."

It is certainly not a good thing to destroy bridges after crossing them, but the Church of the Creator does not need to really destroy bridges after crossing them.

All they had to do was promise the Highlanders equal citizenship, cooperate as fairly as possible, and withdraw their garrisons.

——Or even the garrison does not need to be withdrawn.

"You also know that much of the gold, minerals, and spices circulating in the market of Intis come from the southern continent."

"After the Balam Empire stopped exporting minerals and cotton, our economy has suffered a big blow. Did you know that? Although a 50% increase will not directly affect our lives, our stingy neighbor, Count Firion, is secretly renting out his idle wasteland to farmers for reclamation, collecting local rent for grain and cotton to alleviate the unemployment frenzy in the city and his own economic situation. Have you been maintaining public order recently? I heard that there are frequent robberies in Trier, and there are endless murders and frauds... If we lose the Highland Colony, the market in Intis is likely to collapse."

Clovis shrugged, showing his point that Intis would not abandon the Highland Colony.

The price of gold has risen, the price of spices has risen, the price of cotton has risen, and the market economy is on the verge of collapse... For the nobles, things have just become more expensive, but for the middle class and civilians, it is a matter of life and death for their families. Although the war has not yet affected Intis, hunger and panic are always around.

Irena has a deep understanding of this.

But she also knew another thing, that is... because the Balam Empire reduced exports to the maximum extent, a large amount of materials and money flowed to the people of the southern continent, and the support rate of the Death God Church and the Eggs Royal Family was unprecedentedly high.

However, the current laws of the Balam Empire are still somewhat mysterious. For example, living people have to serve in the military, and after death they have to serve a certain number of years based on their conditions before returning to the arms of death. This is quite astonishing.

Of course, if the family wants him to rest in peace, they can donate a certain amount of money to the church or its properties and he can be buried normally. Before a person dies, the church can determine whether to leave his body or his spirit to continue working. After his death, his family can also get half of his salary based on the service life of his body... The new law of the Balam Empire is mysterious and humane. Apart from the fact that working with corpses and undead is very annoying, there is nothing obviously bad about it.

Oh, the only bad thing is – the suicide death rate among the lower class population has increased significantly.

If you can't find a job when you are alive and become a burden to your family, but you can work normally after you die, then death will truly be God's mercy.

"……Yes."

Irena frowned, thinking of those annoying and helpless public security incidents.

Although she became an altar priest of the Cathedral of Light, she still lacked the qualifications and experience to operate as a member of a team of extraordinary people, so she was currently still acting as a high-level errand runner, handling extraordinary and public security incidents.

These incidents are simple to say, nothing more than violence against others due to unemployment and hunger. It is not difficult to deal with them, but the accumulated negative emotions make people feel unbearable - if a mother sells herself just to give her child a piece of bread, then she kills the bakery owner who breaks his promise and steals the bread back, then who can really bear to blame this mother?
"There have been obvious signs of witch activity in Intis recently." Irena couldn't tell her brother about these things, so she had to change the subject. "A turbulent situation is bound to be accompanied by witch activity. You'd better pay attention."

Clovis raised his eyebrows:
"I've noticed that Alisa and the others are my childhood sweethearts. You should say this to the old marquis who has been flattered to the point of not knowing which way is which and our stupid brother."

He glanced at his sister's desk inadvertently and was surprised to find that the letter she was reading was actually written in the common language of the Northern Continent. He couldn't help but take a closer look and asked curiously:
"Isn't this written by a Loen noble?"

In this case, the people of Loen would use Loen language when contacting relatives abroad, rather than the language of other countries or the common language.

"It was for a companion in the Aurora Society." Irena nodded. "He wanted to do something in the southern continent. It just so happened that I might need to avoid danger recently and not contact the Rose School. I introduced the Foundation to him and he agreed."

She burned the letter, tidied her clothes and the table, and prepared to get up for dinner.

……

Two days later, Tuesday.

The first joint activity of the Tarot Club came to a successful conclusion.

when! when!
Seeing that the cooperation in punishing the two malicious vampires had come to a perfect end, Klein, who had transformed back into Dwayne Dantes amid the ringing of church bells, once again walked to the large balcony at 160 Böklund Street and looked out at the Macht family's situation.

At this time, a carriage passed by the door of his mansion and drove to the other end of the street.

Suddenly, Klein's intuition was triggered, and a picture appeared in his mind:
A gray mouse was lying on the carriage window, leisurely looking at the street scenery.

Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt a chill. While making some guesses, he turned back to the bedroom as usual, asked the "winner" Enuni to pray to the "sea god", and he went into the bathroom and headed for Sefirah Castle.

After sitting in the familiar main seat, Klein once again cast his gaze towards the carriage heading towards 39 Böklund Street.

This time, in Sefirah Castle's view, the person leaning against the glass window and leisurely enjoying the street scenery was no longer a gray mouse, but a young man wearing a silk top hat and a black windbreaker.

He had black hair and black eyes, a thin face, a broad forehead, and wore a crystal monocle. He had a faint smile on his face. He looked just like the Blasphemer, the Angel of Time, the Son of the Creator, Amon! Although Klein had been mentally prepared, he tensed up and felt a chill all over his body.

Then he noticed that after Hazel entered the hallway of his house, small transparent bugs with twelve links spread out and entered every corner of Congressman Macht's house!
This made Klein, who was holding the Scepter of Poseidon, feel his scalp tingle. He remembered Pallez Zoroast's description of Amon's "parasitic" ability:

Plague-like infection!
He immediately materialized the shadow of "German Sparrow" in the gray fog, prayed devoutly to "The Fool", and reported Amon's appearance. Then, without delay, Klein immediately returned to the real world and walked out of the bathroom.

He was prepared accordingly, wearing "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand and holding a medal carved from a black gem in his right.

Then, he manipulated the secret puppet "Winner" Enuni to snap his fingers, jump with flames, and enter Councillor Macht's residence at 39 Böklund Street in the guise of German Sparrow.

But at this moment, Klein noticed that Richardson, the manservant in his mansion, was walking up to the second floor. He immediately saw Enuni, who seemed to be standing in the room with his hands raised strangely, and asked anxiously:

"Why are you still standing here? Where is Mr. Dantes?"

"The guest who made an appointment has arrived. Mr. Butler, please ask him to wait for a moment. I will go find Mr. Dantes. You go and make tea for the guest..."

guest?

Klein suddenly remembered that one of his plans today was to meet with a philanthropist from the southern continent. At this moment, Richardson seemed to suddenly notice Dwayne Dantes standing outside the bathroom door. At the same time, the "winner"'s spirit line suddenly lost control!
The two valets turned their heads towards Klein at the same time. They took out a monocle from their pockets, wiped it with their sleeves, and placed it on their right eyes. Even the curve of their mouth corners was exactly the same:
"Got you."

The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly froze. The "winner" Enuni, who was wearing a monocle, said to himself:

"There are too many anomalies in Flora Jacob's fate, the most important of which comes from this street. This makes me feel very interesting. It took some time to distinguish and find the source, which made you wait for so many days."

"I am not unfamiliar with that mirror, but I have never seen anyone who can drive it and make it so pleasing. This is really an interesting thing. Perhaps, I should steal your destiny and see what it is for. Oh, yes, you probably don't know its origin yet. It is not simple at all..."

He stopped talking suddenly before he finished speaking, and saw Dwayne Dantes opposite him suddenly turned into a gray mouse with dirty fur.

The mouse raised its right front paw and pressed its eye sockets.

At the same time, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street, German Sparrow, with a thin, angular face, black hair and brown eyes, appeared in the middle of a pile of roses.

Silently, Amon, who looked like a mixed-race youth, appeared in front of Klein again.

Behind him, a transparent insect with twelve segments fell from the third floor and entered his body.

At that moment, the earthworms in the garden soil, the insects in the trees and plants, and the mice in the shadowy corners all came out, either surrounding the place where Gehrman Sparrow and Amon were confronting or moving away from the area.

A big part of the reason why Klein listened to Amon patiently just now was because he was trying to make the secret doll in a hurry!
For a "weird wizard", a secret doll is the only way to be complete!
Amon still didn't rush to act. He pinched the monocle that was clamped in the deep eye socket, looked around, and said with a smile on his face:
"Your behavior often exposes your problems. For a mentor in the field of fraud, what you just did is enough for me to find your weakness."

"In such a tense and dangerous situation, you only transformed mice, insects, birds, and earthworms into your own secret dolls, without considering the housekeeper, maids, and butlers in the house. What does this show? It shows that you have excellent moral standards and still regard yourself as a human being, and you are unwilling to hurt them."

"If you grasp this point, even if my clone is not as good as you, I can still make you collapse and you won't be able to die."

As if he had finished speaking, Amon reached out and pinched his eye sockets again, which seemed to be one of His signature moves.

Can even the "Spirit Thread" be stolen? No, this might also be a deception, a transfer of power... Then does the Spirit Thread in my hand really belong to the animals in the courtyard? Klein's face changed slightly, and he felt an indescribable tension in an instant, as if the people in his hands were not animals, but living people in his mansion!

"Very good, it seems that I don't need to explain further, you probably have already noticed it."

"Yes, I have secretly replaced the spiritual thread with your male and female servants..."

Klein suspected that the other party was just cheating, but his palms were sweating uncontrollably and he didn't dare to bet whether it was true or not.

"You told me so much, it's impossible that you just want to parasitize me, right?"

Klein continued to speak to delay time while trying to convert this Amon clone into his own secret doll. He kept swapping positions with all the secret dolls, not staying in any one place for more than two seconds.

"You finally found out."

After hearing this, Amon smiled.

"But my intuition tells me that if I replace you directly, something I don't want to see will happen."

Klein's eyes widened slightly. He saw that the French window facing him in the courtyard seemed to have a life and split in the middle. In the bedroom, countless men and women wearing monocles were standing there in a strange way. They covered their ears and tightly closed their mouths, leaving only a pair of eyes still moving. A figure who seemed extremely tall to Klein at this moment stood up from the sofa near the French window. The guest pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and threw it out lightly.

The handkerchief quickly grew larger in the wind, turning into a huge curtain that could cover the entire courtyard.

Klein controlled himself not to look up, but Amon seemed unaware. He was still enthusiastically exerting psychological pressure on Klein, saying things like, "I have already asked Arrodes. If it is not inside the Steam Church, I can directly parasitize it to obtain intelligence" and "Even if you activate the badge in your hand now, it will be useless because I have the ability to influence the content of it and prevent your cry for help from being transmitted..." Then, Amon's voice suddenly disappeared, and his mouth was still opening and closing.

It seemed like he was talking, but it was as if someone had pressed the mute button and no sound came out.

Seeing that Klein had no reaction to his threats, Amon finally noticed something was wrong. He turned his head abruptly, but was instantly wrapped tightly by the white handkerchief. The white silk tightly wrapped around Amon, who had stopped chattering, and his face began to outline an irrelevant outline. His hands seemed to move uncontrollably towards his chest, and then crossed and fixed firmly, unable to move.

Throughout the entire process, there was no unnecessary sound and no unnecessary development.

Klein felt as if he was witnessing the process of mummification. In just a few breaths, the lively Amon was transformed into a tightly bound human figure, just like the mummies he had seen in picture books, with the shape of a monocle squeezed out of his right eye.

When the mummy took shape and fell to the ground with a thud, the men and women in the room who were parasitized by Amon's clone also stopped their activities at the same time.

The tall guest lowered his head and looked at the monocle on the other person's right eye for a moment, then looked up at Gehrman Sparrow:
"Mr. Dantès? Or Mr. X? What's your name?"

"You had an infestation in your garden, but it has now been resolved."

The tall guest with gray hair and a Feysac face turned around and smiled brightly at Klein:

"Do you mind if I take a few worms as payment?"

His eyes sparkled. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the person in charge of the Ernst Foundation. I am a member of the Rose School who contacted you through Ms. D in the letter. Are you interested in the charity industry?”

TBC
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Oh no, it seems like I’m impotent and I feel pain all over my body.

(End of this chapter)