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

Chapter 314: I can’t think of a spicy title again!
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In Pritz Harbor, a young man with black hair, black eyes, a thin face and a monocle rode a bicycle, wobbling leisurely back to his doorstep.

With an obvious smile, he opened the mailbox and took out the newspapers and letters inside.

After entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle on his right eye, opened envelopes as he walked, and read the contents as he walked until he found an unsigned letter:

"If we in Backlund have all lost contact, then it means that Pales Zoroast is likely hiding near Boklund Street in the North District.

"Don't ask us why we take risks. Life always needs some excitement, fun and anticipation."

……

Amon wore a local straw hat with a garland on his head, a local tabara shirt and a jacket. He bent over and watched intently as the brown-skinned locals dug out small green crabs, each only the size of a quarter of a palm, from the beach and sea and put them into the backpacks they carried with them.

The people who dig crabs are all alive. (emphasis added)

This small coastal city, which can be explored in half a day by bicycle, has not yet fully popularized all aspects of the "Regulations on the Reemployment Management of Dead Creatures". The newly built Death Cathedral has no ceiling yet, and there is only a Sequence 7 and a few ordinary people inside.

The summoned undead creatures are usually just enough to maintain law and order. If more creatures are recruited to participate in production activities, the spiritual power of Sequence 7 will reach its lowest point.

Participating in such farm-like activities can indeed bring a sense of freshness. Although it is boring to follow humans doing inefficient things most of the time, at least it is really inspiring to dig out some real delicacies from farm-like activities.

In the research direction of "researching and understanding what humans are most interested in", Amon finally chose food after thinking about it. Because both literature and art are too abstract, and no matter how rich Amon's knowledge is, it is impossible to be comprehensive about all the delicious food in the world. And even if he can be comprehensive through clones, it is difficult for the clones to have a corresponding sense of reality, because Amon doesn't care. Therefore, in order to find some fun in Amon's boring and unchanging life, he began to shift his attention to the delicious food that he didn't know much about.

"Are you going to take this back home to eat?"

He couldn't help but ask, and stretched out his hand to try to greet the little crabs that kept crawling out of the backpack. The crabs' claws always managed to cut through his fingertips at the critical moment and clamp other crabs of the same kind.

The civilians living on the coast of the southern continent laughed at the young man from the northern continent who was slightly tanned by the sun:
“Take it back and pickle it.”

The "change of ownership" or "return" of the power of the sun caused a small commotion in Amon's group, and a referendum was held throughout Amon to vote for a hapless person to sneak into Trier to check the situation. The main body seemed not very happy to see all this, because He always hated the True Creator, and insisted on sweeping the city-states that converted to the True Creator in the East Continent, destroying these only positive anchors. The Holy Word Angel was also unable to resist, and He probably thought that the True Creator was actually a "Dark Angel" who had also seized the benefits.

Faced with the East Continent, which has now regained sunlight and may lead to collective conversion, he is not clear about his original thoughts.

I heard that the original honorific name "The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, who is one and everything, the beginning and the end, the God of gods, the ruler of the vast starry sky" can also cause a response with a certain probability, proving that the current real creator has overlapped with the original creator to some extent. Amon is a little curious about the original body's thoughts - does it think that "the creator will return one day" and it doesn't matter, or does it feel angry that the "dark angel" blasphemed his father?
He didn't know, but regardless of anything else, when the sun returned to the hands of the Creator, Amon felt a sense of relief. He finally felt that he could call him "father" smoothly.

Otherwise, even with the testimony of Adam and history, he will still feel uncomfortable, and may even continue to be influenced by ontological thinking and continue to resent the true Creator.

Amon asked again in fluent Dutan: "This is so small, how do you eat it?"

As far as he knew, crabs had to be peeled and eaten.

"Pickled with spices and wine, it will become a delicious sweet dish next year. It can be used to make soup or mashed and used as a seasoning."

"Eat it with the shell? Crush it?"

Amon poked a few small crabs with hard shells and said, "It will take a long time to soften the shells, right?"

"Yes, it will take several months or even a year."

In other words, is it to save this year's pickles and then eat the previously pickled ones? It's a very common way of storing food among the people... Amon tried to conceive a thesis proposal in his mind. Some people have been doing independent research for nearly a year and haven't even finished the proposal. He doesn't admit who it is. But just as he arranged the manuscript in his mind, he was interrupted by the next sentence of the old man from the southern continent:

"Would you like to try it? With rice and delicious soup with seasonings marinated in blue crab, you are a kind and generous gentleman, I will serve you with the best container in my house."

Amon's heart was filled with alarm. He immediately pinched his right eye socket and laughed:
"I'd love to try."

"But, um, just give me a normal bowl."

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Klein took off his hat and put it on his head. He then teleported to No. 22 Pacefield Street, in the office of a director of the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund.

Audrey had changed back into her light green dress and was staring blankly at a pen, recalling every detail of the disciplinary action at noon. The big golden retriever Susie had finished her mission and went out for a walk.

Suddenly, the noble girl had a premonition and raised her head.

In her clear green eyes, a figure with black hair, brown eyes, thin face and deep features was quickly reflected.

The figure was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. He had a stern expression, his hand on his top hat, and his body slightly hunched.

Audrey was startled at first, then she remembered who the visitor was.

Gehrman Sparrow!

Although she had never met the man in person before, she had seen wanted posters with unusually realistic portraits in several newspapers.

Based on Miss Justice's reaction, Klein realized that he had not turned back into Dwayne Dantès. However, he did not care too much about it. He loosened his hand that was pressing down on his hat, straightened his body, nodded, and said:
"I need your help with something."

——His disguise was also stolen by Amon, but it was returned after the other party "restarted", but he never had time to change back into Dwayne Dantès.

Mr. World, who is already a demigod, needs my help? Is he mentally ill again and needs treatment? No, it doesn't look like that... Audrey pursed her lips, put down her pen with some curiosity and expectation, stood up, and responded seriously:

"no problem."

Klein didn't say anything more. He walked over and grabbed Miss Justice's arm. Then, the two of them faded away little by little and disappeared on the spot.

……

After the spoils were divided, Richard felt that he had gained something from this meeting. Seeing that the other party seemed to be looking for other helpers, he tactfully took a few dead Time Worms and his own small suitcase that had not changed for a hundred years and said goodbye to Dwayne Dantès.

As for how to deal with the people who have been parasitized by Amon, Richard feels that since Mr. X can find an angel of thieves to deal with this Amon clone, it must be easy to steal the memories and adverse reactions of these people.

He put one hand in his pocket, fiddling with the trophies that were tied up like mummified worms. This treatment was much more useful than the spiritual wall. It could also effectively prevent the spirituality from escaping and even weaken the extraordinary aggregation effect to a certain extent, but it could only do so much.

"It's easy to find a seller for these things, and they can be sold for at least 10,000 pounds. No matter which of the Beyonder abilities you draw, Error, Grafting, or Destiny, they are all very useful. You can make them into talismans and sell them to adults who value life. You can also sell them to families that secretly need the Worm of Time, depending on the situation..."

Richard hummed a little tune, with the corners of his mouth curled up:
"Hey, I wonder how many of these Time Bugs actually come from those families?"

"And who is that 'thief' angel? He's not from the Amon family, is he? He's a stranger outside of history?"

He walked a few steps on the street, admiring the much more desolate streets of Backlund compared to the last time. He showed limited sympathy to the civilians while at the same time gloating over their misfortunes. Then, He stopped in front of a cake shop. Richard frowned.

"demon?"

The feeling of being in the adjacent lanes was too obvious, and the malice could not be hidden at all. The sign of the cake shop was painted with the icon of "Fetus Food Processing Factory". In addition to the delicious cakes that made people salivate, the promotional posters also had recruitment notices. The business of the food factory was also affected by the depressed economy, but the recruitment advertisements were still posted. Recruitment advertisements were synonymous with hope in the eyes of people nowadays.

The store still had a constant stream of customers. From the cheapest honey square cake at one penny a piece to the light cream fruit cake at around one sole, the Fetus Food Factory catered to all classes. Even the middle class, who were already struggling financially during the war, were willing to buy a piece of honey cake or cream bread for some cheap delicious enjoyment.

The best-selling items now are scraps sold in bags.

"…The devil has dared to enter the house?"

Richard frowned and looked towards the store - there was nothing wrong with the cakes and food, no chronic poisons, and no bad items. Only the clerk with purple hair fell to the ground with foam at the mouth like an epileptic patient after being swept by his gaze.

So that's how it is. The devils have quietly climbed over people's heads, started businesses, opened factories, and used money to buy lives... They did it so well and flawlessly, and they probably secretly established good relationships with many nobles by giving away shares. And people's pursuit of them is an approval of the devil's behavior, and people's indifference to the dead is a permission to sacrifice to the devil.

Unfortunately, the Rose School has basically no business acumen, and even moderation cannot save their poor IQ and vision.

After all, "self-control" is nothing more than a way of acting, a high moral requirement for oneself, or a social atmosphere. How could there really be an idiot who uses this plan to govern the country?

Richard thought with regret.

Many of them do not even agree to immediately drive out the remaining Intis garrisons and force the new Intis government to recognize the independence of the Highland Kingdom. They are still expecting the new Intis Parliament to give the Highlands more human rights and status. They are not willing to learn from the neighboring Balam Empire, which is constantly striving for self-improvement. They don't even understand the law of role play and the principles of governance. Is there any point in being terrorists?

It's exactly the same as it was two hundred years ago!

The Angel of Temperance has already expressed his approval of their actions and opinions: "I have to go on a business trip now, you just wait for me." And he is ready to show his strength to the Rose School after returning... and prepare to win people over with virtue.

Just as Richard was pondering whether to sell the Time Worm after returning or to convince others with virtue first, his attention was suddenly disturbed again, and he subconsciously looked at Boklund Street, where Dwayne Dantès had just lived.

"It's you, Renette Tinicole!"

Feeling this familiar breath, Richard almost laughed out loud:

"I was wondering why Mr. X had the aura and mark of a high-sequence prisoner. I was wondering why the temperance faction that had fled to the northern continent seemed to have the courage to continue to fight me. I thought Sharon had grown up, but it turned out to be you, Reinette!"

"You really are...trying your best!"

As expected, even if you die, I still can't understand you. It's the state religion, and it's obviously no longer viable in your own country, but you still put on that abstinence. I don't hate you for putting faith above the country, after all, piety is the only virtue of those favored by God... I just hate that people like you, as the state religion, take it for granted that you enjoy the support of the whole country, but when you are needed to fight, you put faith above the country and the people.

I thought that after you became a spiritual creature, you would behave yourself and stop thinking about getting involved in fights among the living after you die. I didn't expect that even at this point you would still have to protect the remnants of your temperance faction.

Such piety and kindness are worthy of admiration! Richard laughed a few times in his heart.

"Is he going to be a messenger? Or a contracted creature?"

"If Mr. X doesn't mind, I can just kill Reinette and I can be the messenger, right?" Richard started laughing again. His sneering look was 50% like a certain devil. "Keeping Him around seems to only cause the Temperance Faction to continue to split. We still have to deal with him."

"What are you laughing at on the way?"

A voice suddenly brought Richard back to his senses. The memory of being criticized by the teacher for being distracted in class suddenly began to attack him. Richard immediately showed an impeccable business smile and looked forward without changing his expression.

"Why are you holding a trumpet?"

"I'm here to do some work. I need a loudspeaker."

Edward glanced at his unworthy doctoral student unhappily and asked, "Why are you here too?"

"I'm on a business trip."

"Are you free now?"

Richard hesitated for a moment whether to run away immediately to show that he was very busy and had a lot of things to do in order to avoid the teacher's orders, but he still chose to tell the truth and tried to put forward a condition: "I'm free, do you need a temporary worker?"

"If you have time, find a good spot to hang these speakers on a street lamp. I'll pay you when you're done." Edward threw the things in his hand over. "You can listen to the city broadcast later."

Richard caught the speaker and found that there was a logo of the Pilgrimage Cult workshop on it: "Radio?" He seemed to hear the roar of the only storm demigod working overtime.

"Radio, in case it gets cut off mid-air. Someone from the Aurora Society will be on the air."

"What's the broadcast about?"

“About the heavy smog.”

Edward couldn't help but laugh. "The confession of the perpetrator of the smog, and all the details of the cooperation with the Augustus royal family."

Richard was stunned.

Richard almost broke down and laughed out loud.

"I'll go find the best broadcasting position in Backlund right now, and then put one on top of the statue of William I." The Temperance Angel beamed with joy. "Only broadcasting in Backlund? That's not good, right? The Kingdom of Loen is so big, shouldn't we put one in every city?"

"There are members of the Aurora Society to help in other cities, so you don't have to worry about it."

Edward glanced at his watch. "The report will start in ten minutes on the hour. By the way, if you have time, you can stay in Backlund. My prediction... just treat it as a prediction. It shows that many people will die in Backlund today. There will be a fireworks display worth looking forward to."

"Really?" Richard's mouth was almost unable to lower. "Then I must stay and take a look."

TBC
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Richard: Good! Good! Good! Good!

(End of this chapter)