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

Chapter 313 It's so lively
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After hearing this, Klein was slightly stunned, then nodded.

"My name is Richard Ernst," the tall young man said with a smile, "This is an unforgettable first meeting."

This name? The founder of the Ernst Foundation? The foundation has a history of about 200 years. It is said that it was originally established in Intis. It is understandable that Ms. D was able to contact him. If the founder is a saint or an angel, it is not surprising that he is still alive.

“Hello.” Klein simply maintained the appearance and personality of Gehrman Sparrow. “Call me whatever you want.”

Ms. D seemed to have called over an incredible strong person. The founder of the charity foundation turned out to be a strong person from the Rose School... He seemed very restrained? The School of Temperance? The Rose School of the Southern Continent seemed to have lost a lot of information since Sua went crazy for no apparent reason... Klein felt that his worldview had been shaken. He stretched out his hands and pinched the sides of his cheeks. He turned his head and tried not to gloat over the misfortune of others while looking at the Amon clone mummy and the monocle mummy lying straight on the ground.

Then, Klein tried to control his "Winner" puppet again. The parasitic puppet arched its back and began to cough violently. Not long after, it coughed out a transparent worm with twelve segments from its throat.

"Demigod-level material, not bad."

Richard Ernst looked at the mummy with the same eyes as he looked at pork waiting to be cut on the market chopping board. After a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Gehrman Sparrow, who maintained the stern face of an adventurer, and the smile on his face widened again:

"Can you donate some of these Time Worm clones to me?"

Since Mr. X was also a Beyonder and was involved with Amon's clone, Richard directly reported the name of this strange insect.

"...Donation?" Klein tried to hold himself together and looked at the male and female servants standing upright in the house. Through the perspective of the animal puppets, he even saw that Congressman Macht's home seemed to have pressed the pause button in an instant. They stood there stiffly, maintaining the posture of pinching their eye sockets or wiping their monocles. In the corner, the frightened Hazel Macht trembled and hugged herself with her arms, sobbing softly.

Perhaps this young lady needs psychological treatment... Klein was distracted.

"Yes, donate, these things are priceless."

Richard suddenly thought of something and looked at Klein expectantly:
"Mr. Dantes, you seem to be very interested in investing in the charity industry in the Southern Continent? Our foundation has been established for nearly two hundred years. We have sufficient funds and foundation, a mature operating system, and many industries to provide funds and materials. We can basically operate independently. We also have some influence in both the Southern and Northern Continents. If you are interested in this, we can have a good chat."

Klein couldn't help but be startled. How did you get into the investment state so quickly? You should be a demigod or even an angel, right? So skilled?
"I have this intention, but I need to think about it."

"No problem. If you are determined, our foundation is the best choice. We also welcome sponsors to visit our institution at any time."

Heading to the Southern Continent? Klein had a hint of resistance in his heart, but after his experience of cleaning toilets at the charity hospital and seeing the Southern Continent, the resistance was only a hint. He reluctantly nodded: "I believe you."

Did Ms. D and the Aurora Club really think that Dwayne Dantès was a wealthy man with a stable business? In reality, Dwayne Dantès only had tens of thousands of pounds on hand, and he had to rely on his wisdom and face to work hard to maintain the image of a wealthy man... Klein muttered a few words in his heart and asked the question he was most curious about at the moment:
"Are you a member of the Rose School of the Southern Continent? Sorry, my question may be a little sharp, but would you let the children helped by the Foundation believe in the 'Bound God' or the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

Richard smacked his lips and shook his head. "I'm going to implement the religious freedom plan."

"As long as the children have completed the necessary basic grammar and sewing courses and have the ability to make a living, they can leave. We will not interfere with their future beliefs - but if they are in the southern continent, it is not certain. They will basically turn to the 'Bound God'."

You will naturally have a liking for whoever sponsors you. There is nothing you can do about it.

Through a simple exchange, Klein initially judged that the other party was probably the type who was more reasonable and easy to talk to. His vigilance gradually decreased, and he asked seriously, "I know a little about the Rose School. Excuse me, are you a member of the Temperance School?"

"You do know a lot about this, but this..."

Richard scratched his head, a little worried about scaring off potential investors: "...I actually belong to the indulgence faction? Or rather, the Rose School of Thought does not have a strict division between the abstinence faction and the indulgence faction. There is only 'temperance or indulgence'. For example, I maintain a state of abstinence most of the time. Those who are still fleeing in the northern continent are not mentioned for the time being. Those in the southern continent have basically gathered together."

When he heard the first sentence, Klein's heart skipped a beat. He almost wanted to immediately switch places with the remaining secret doll in the courtyard and tightly grasp the paper crane in his arms. However, the kindness and sincerity expressed by the other party made him unable to help but calm down and listen to the words.

Has such a big change occurred within the Rose School?
Are Sharon, Maric and the others still fleeing in the Northern Continent?

Facing this powerful man who claimed to be an indulgent person, Klein thought for a moment and decided not to reveal their names: "I understand."

After a moment's silence, he asked again:
"There is one more thing I want to know. When I was in the southern continent, I entrusted two helpless people to Ms. D's property. Do you know how they are doing now?"

"Is it the disabled man, the uncle and nephew with a thirteen-year-old girl?" Richard found the corresponding person without even thinking. "Ms. D's industry in the southern continent is two textile factories that cooperate with us. They have introduced some new machines that can be operated by disabled people. They are now working in the textile factories. Although their efficiency is a bit low and their salary is not high, our foundation provides them with accommodation and basic medical care. The current weekly salary of the two of them is one pound."

The weekly salary of two people is one pound, which is indeed a bit low, but with the prices in the southern continent, they will not starve to death... The little girl is actually 13 years old. She has been malnourished for a long time and has not grown at all... Klein felt a little relieved and a smile appeared on his face:

"That's a good thing."

“Our foundation is very good.”

Richard took out a small notebook from his chest pocket, and the notebook turned into a brochure like magic:
"We care for children and helpless elderly people, provide basic education and medical care, and teach them the necessary skills to make a living. Mr. Dantes, would you consider visiting our South Continent institution? During festivals and investors' birthdays, our children will make handicrafts as gifts. We also have a wealth of extracurricular activities, and various educational methods are suitable for every child..."

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

Although it was very blasphemous and impolite, the other party's skilled sales posture and dialogue skills made him feel more and more like this strong man who looked like an angel was doing door-to-door sales. It was just like the TV commercials that were played repeatedly every time after the exciting part when he was a child, except for a loud speaker shouting "Good news! Good news!"

"I'll consider it!" Klein didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only say when the other party paused for a moment, "I'll..."

“Klein! Let me help—”

At this moment, a green-eyed young man flying in the sky—or rather, being dragged by a cane in his hand—arrived right above the courtyard. Before he could finish his words, he immediately saw the mummy lying on the ground and a young man who was talking passionately to German Sparrow.

Leonard is stuck.

Klein turned his head away, unable to bear the sight. Before he turned his head away, he signaled with his eyes that Leonard should land quickly or leave.

Leonard landed in the distance with doubt, and looked at the young man who seemed to have Feysac blood nervously and vigilantly. He felt that the other person seemed a little familiar - Oh no, could it be that he looked familiar again as seen on the wanted poster?

In his mind, Pales sighed and said, "It's too late. I can only ask Him if He is willing to exchange something else."

"He?" Another He? Leonard almost blurted out the question.

Richard looked at Leonard strangely, which startled the latter. "With the hearing of an angel, I think He can hear everything you are saying now." Pales snorted, "He is a rising star who became an angel within 200 years, and one of the most outstanding "madmen" in the Rose School. You will know when you go back and look through the files."

"Mad man?" Leonard looked at him again. "Is it the Sequence 8 of the Prisoner?"

"Yeah." Pales answered casually, "He did something extremely unbelievable. It might scare you if I tell you about it... He turned more than two thousand people into bread and meat overnight, and then distributed them to the people of the southern continent."

Leonard was stunned for two seconds, and then his hair suddenly stood on end.

Turn people into food? And share it with others?
Madman! This is a complete madman! He must be one of the worst and most indulgent members of the Rose School!

Leonard's scalp was tingling, and he almost couldn't help but want to remind Klein to leave quickly.

After scaring Leonard, Pales smiled happily, "What are you afraid of? He is very normal at ordinary times. He can be said to be one of the most normal 'prisoner' angels. As long as you don't try to provoke Him, He can even be called kind."

Why do people like this always appear around Klein... Leonard couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his hands still shaking slightly because of the horror story just now. Why did the other party appear this time?
Leonard hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly moved forward at Pales' urging.

"..." Klein looked at Leonard and thought of the old man who was weak and needed supplements. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask the angel beside him, "How many Time Worms do you need?"

Richard's smile suddenly became more sincere:
"To be honest, sir, I don't understand the characteristics of this method. I only know that the thief's demigod can use the time worm to parasitize others to create clones, but there is no way to safely remove them from the parasites..."

He looked at the people around him who were motionless like corpses and spread his hands: "All I can do is prevent the parasite from getting worse and stop them from moving. If you have a way to remove it safely, that would be great. As for the Time Worm, I don't need the strongest one. I only need eight."

Pales roughly estimated the number of Time Worms already in the house:
"can."

Leonard winked at Klein, who nodded immediately: "No problem."

Richard looked at Leonard again, somewhat curious about how such a young man could peel off the Time Worm. He stepped back slightly, giving Leonard and Pales enough time to prepare, and immediately released all the restraints on Amon's clones.

The next moment, all the people who were parasitized by Amon suddenly moved, and began to flee in all directions at the same time, and even prepared to steal other people's identities to continue hiding and leave!

The mummy Amon lying on the ground immediately stole away, but his legs were still "bound". No matter how he stole, he was always in the same place, unable to move or leave.

At this time, Leonard followed the old man's instructions, stretched his arms slightly, and relaxed his spirit.

In his green eyes, a slightly dim "Time Worm" with twelve translucent segments was suddenly reflected.

The two "worms of time" were placed head to tail, forming the same circle vertically.

The ring slowly rotated, casting a huge, ancient, mottled shadow behind Leonard.

This phantom was like the face of a wall clock carved out of stone, divided into twelve grids in total. Each grid was either grayish white or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries and different symbols. Klein only took a glance at it and felt as if his life was speeding away.

when!
The bells sounded as if they had traveled through history, swaying far away in the "empty" hidden world.

Everything Klein saw slowed down, and an indescribable invisible torrent emerged, carrying Amon's shadow and rushing towards the huge illusory stone wall clock.

It was actually the "Time Worm". Amon's clone wearing a monocle suddenly reached down and aimed his palm at Gehrman Sparrow.

Suddenly, Klein saw the skin on the back of his hand drying up rapidly, wrinkling a little bit, and developing subtle age spots.

The speed at which Amon's shadow was absorbed slowed down a bit, but he still couldn't interrupt the process, and finally shrunk back to the appearance of a small insect. The restraints on his legs were untied at the right time, and he threw himself behind Leonard and into the illusory ancient stone wall clock.

when!
Another bell rang, and a mottled pointer appeared on the clock face, which was a mixture of gray, white, blue and black.

The pointer jumped down several notches, making the bell sound even more rapid.

Multiple bright rays of light flew out from No. 39 and No. 160 Böklund Street, and as if being attracted and absorbed, they merged into the illusory ancient stone wall clock one after another.

At this moment, the sound of dangdangdang bells rang again.

On the illusory ancient stone wall clock, the mottled gray pointer began to rotate in the reverse direction!

One grid, two grids, three grids. Klein saw his skin quickly regain its luster, and the spots gradually faded and disappeared.

In just a few seconds, he returned to his original appearance, as if no life had ever passed.

Richard watched this scene curiously. He looked at the house next door and found that the shivering little girl was not restored to the extraordinary characteristics and was absorbed away. Finally, he cast his eyes on Leonard.

"Is this a strengthened Extraordinary Aggregation? The Angel of the Thief's Path?" "His" mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Backlund is more lively than I thought... Will the Angel of the Thief's Path attract the legendary 'Amon'?"

“He” suddenly became less anxious to leave, and even arrogantly planned to stay in Backlund for a while before leaving.

TBC
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I have trouble concentrating, my fever has gone away, but I feel like my IQ has gone down.

I just recovered and don't have much energy. Wait until I feel better...

I'm allergic to it! Oh my god! Why didn't anyone tell me that this thing can cause allergies! (I took anti-allergy medicine)

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(End of this chapter)