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

Chapter 315 Hello, world

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"sit down."

The hunter reached out and pushed hard, and Panatia, the "Nightingale of Despair" in a white dress, fell down into the announcer's seat. In front of her was a simple microphone wrapped in a handkerchief, connected to a strange instrument and a seal that was emitting lightning.

Panatia's eyes rolled around, she looked at the things in front of her, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips. After returning to normal from the puppet state of more than half a year, her mind was almost irreparably damaged. If she did not have divinity, she would be a vegetable even if she returned to normal.

But even though she was almost a humanoid potion container, the demigod witch's every move still carried unimaginable charm and seduction. She just leaned sideways on the chair with a sad smile that showed her acceptance of her fate, and one of the hunters who was escorting her had his eyes wide open, almost glued to the witch's face.

The other hunter looked at Panatia calmly, raised his leg and kicked his sick colleague in the calf:
"Think of your fiancée's fist."

The young hunter woke up from his dream after being kicked, and immediately felt that he was facing a great enemy of the witch's invisible charm. But even though he resisted physically and mentally, his eyes were still uncontrollably attracted by the extremely beautiful and sad Panatia for a long time. The hunter took out a photo of his fiancée from his wallet and put it in front of his eyes to block the witch, and finally he managed to regain his attention.

"I think she looks a bit like her when she smiles." The red-faced hunter couldn't help but defend himself, "Why don't you react?"

"Resemble? I don't think so."

The hunter with reddish-brown hair glanced at Panatia and stretched out his hand to gesture on his face: "When your fiancée smiles, only one side of her face has a dimple, the arc of her eyes is a little more curved, and the tip of her eyebrows is higher than hers. You think it's because she's been bewitched."

The young hunter suddenly realized, and then almost jumped up:
"How do you know so well what my fiancée looks like when she smiles?!"

"Because I have dated your fiancée's mother, grandmother, and aunt." The reddish-brown-haired hunter shrugged. "Your fiancée inherited your future mother-in-law's eyes. I even praised her beautiful eyes in my love letters."

After saying this, he turned around to look at the clock on the wall, and before the dumbstruck young hunter could come to his senses, he said directly to Panatia:

"You have two minutes to get ready."

"If you tell me all the details of the cooperation between the Augustus royal family and the Witch Cult, I will let you die without pain."

About five seconds later, Panatia blinked slowly, and her beautiful face looked even more sad and miserable.

"Hehe... When I drank the potion and killed someone, I was thinking that one day in the future I would die like this." Panatia sighed with some emotion and reluctance, curling her black hair with her slender fingers, "Then I gradually forgot about it. The power gave me too much confidence, and the disgusting world gave me the opportunity to do whatever I want, but it seems that I can't avoid it."

The young hunter rubbed his arms and frowned, wondering if this was a curse from the witch. Panatia cast her eyes towards the strange device in front of her, thought for a moment, and couldn't help asking:

"What on earth is this?"

Traynor glanced at the clock again. "The microphone will carry your voice to where it needs to go. You have one minute. Prepare yourself."

"You are really unromantic." The witch smiled, "But I like your face and temper. When I think about how I can make countless people suffer before I die, I don't seem to be so afraid of death."

Panatia turned her head and calmly stared at the hourglass beside her. When the last grain of sand fell, she was silent for two seconds, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she spoke softly and viciously:
"Good afternoon, poor, slaughtered Backlund pigs. In the name of the original witch, I, Panatia, greet you."

"Haha, let me tell you something. In the past five years, your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have been captured by us. They were sent to various places in the Kingdom of Loen and became slaves, doing endless hard labor for His Majesty the King. If they died of exhaustion, their bodies would be burned into ashes and scattered in the kiln. If they escaped, they would be killed and burned to ashes..."

……

"Don't be afraid, don't be scared, it's all over..." Audrey used the technique of "hypnosis" to communicate directly with Hazel's mind body. She heard the hysterical screams and felt the fear that was higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

Based on the other party's condition and experience, she quickly formulated a treatment plan and directly "hypnotized" Hazel, making her forget what happened today and forget that she had a teacher. She only vaguely remembered the identity and common sense of a Beyonder.

Hazel became calmer and calmer, and slowly fell asleep.

"When you wake up, those terrible experiences will no longer exist, and I have never been here." Audrey completed the last step of "hypnosis" with a soft voice.

Then she slowly stood up and stared at Hazel for several seconds.

She pursed her lips, without tilting her head, and whispered:

"I made her forget the corresponding memory temporarily, but the memory did not disappear, it just hid. In the corresponding gatherings in the future, I will continue to treat her and guide her to slowly remember and accept this memory. Only in this way can her mental problem be solved. Otherwise, perhaps a familiar action or a familiar word can make her 'wake up' and collapse again. At that time, she is likely to lose control directly."

Miss Justice is becoming more and more professional... Klein said half sighing and half cautiously:
"Then you need to hypnotize all those who have been 'parasitized' so that they will not develop hobbies that are not originally their own, such as liking to wear monocles.

"Also, have them pray to the 'Goddess of Night' in a quarter of an hour, asking for complete purification."

Audrey nodded very seriously and said:
"no problem."

Klein then stood by and watched the noble girl "hint" at all the people in the house who had been parasitized with the greatest pity.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard a strange crackling sound of electricity. This sound could not exist in a world dominated by steam machinery, but Klein's first reaction was still "Something in Senator Macht's house is leaking electricity."

Before dismissing this inappropriate idea, he noticed that a familiar-looking horn had been hung on a gas street lamp on Böklund Street. It was the first time he had seen a horn in the modern world that was so similar to the one he remembered. It almost immediately reminded him of the one his teacher hung around his waist during the spring outing, and the one the tour guide always held when they went on a trip.

Then, a soft, feminine voice came from the loudspeaker, as if it had infinite charm, like honey mixed with poison.

"Good afternoon, poor, slaughtered Backlund pigs. In the name of the original witch, I, Panatia, greet you."

The original witch!

Klein's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to "teleport" to Audrey's side and take her away from here.

This is most likely a new plan of the Witch Cult. Some of the different channels have extraordinary abilities that can be transmitted simply through language. Klein knows many of them. What’s more, the Sequence 8 of the Witch is called “Instigator”!
At this time, after the psychological suggestion, Audrey, who heard the noise, hurried over with her skirt lifted up. She saw the strange device hanging on the street lamp at a glance. Seeing Mr. "World"'s serious expression, she immediately realized that something bad might have happened.

She immediately looked at "German Sparrow": "Mr. World, what happened just now?"

“Not sure.” Klein stared at the speaker. “I’ll take you away first…”

The next moment, his voice was interrupted by the witch named "Pannatia" who spoke from the loudspeaker:
"…Your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have been captured by us. They were sent to various parts of the kingdom and became slaves…If they died of exhaustion, their bodies would be burned into ashes and scattered in the kiln. If they escaped, they would be killed and burned to ashes…"

"Anyway, there will always be enough people...you are just like cattle or weeds...you will grow back on your own after a while...right?"

The witch's voice was accompanied by a gentle smile, and Audrey's face turned pale when she heard this.

"Is it the Witch Cult that's trafficking in people?" the noble girl asked in disbelief, "and it's the royal family that's receiving the people?"

"Is it the king who is driving these people? What does the king want with such a large population? If he wants to expand the army or build a new palace, he can just speak up and discuss it with the House of Lords and the church..." Klein hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Before the war started, when I was still active at sea, the witch Tracy, Vice Admiral of Disease, admitted that she and the Witch Cult were involved in the human trade. Later, I found out that the pirate Captain Mad Connors Victor, who traveled between the North and South continents to trade in people, was acting as a middleman between the Witch Cult and Loen. When I found him, he was silenced again. Subsequent evidence and intelligence pointed out that the person who might have silenced him was - the deputy director of Loen's MI9, Major General Chonas Korg."

Audrey was stunned for a while, almost speechless.

"...Mr. World, I remember you mentioned in the Tarot Club that you were tracking down the Mad Captain. You also asked us to keep an eye on Major General Qonas Kilger."

Audrey's green eyes widened. "But you didn't tell me there was something like this... Mr. World, you don't seem to be surprised at all by what the witch said. Do you already know all this? Have you investigated it?"

I have indeed investigated all of this, but how can I tell you all of this? You are still a noble from Loen... Klein fell into an awkward silence. The Feysac Empire newspaper that Ms. D handed over was still in the pile of junk on Sefirah Castle. He didn't want to throw it away, but he didn't want to read it again. He put it there, as if he could temporarily escape from the truth of this suffocating world.

In the intriguing silence, the speaker continued to play the witch's lazy voice slowly:
"It's a pity that your lives are so cheap, just like a thousand pigs that are slaughtered for a banquet. Even if so many people died, it would still not be enough to build a beautiful mausoleum for His Majesty the King, and it wouldn't even fill the kiln pit."

"His Majesty the King and the royal family need more people to serve them, so we go and capture more people from the South Continent, the East District, the Lower Streets, and the countless slums in every city. Haha, you should really thank us for clearing out the excess population."

Audrey took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

If it were me half a year ago, I might not realize the viciousness of this sentence at all, and might even think there is some truth in it.

In the past, I knew nothing about the lives of the poor, and I subconsciously thought that they were a group that hindered development and affected the city's appearance due to education and other people's attitudes. But when I really participated in some charity activities, I found that there were no extra people at all, and almost no people who didn't work hard, because such people would die early. Everyone was trying hard to live. Even if they were hungry, they had to go to the dock to carry heavy objects for a day, which hurt their waists and even made them unable to stand upright for life. Some people became orphans at a young age. If they were lucky enough not to be beaten to death while stealing or die accidentally in the factory, there would be a deadly job of "sweeping chimneys" waiting for these children.

Many more people just live their lives as usual, but due to an accident, a theft, or an illness, they lose their livelihoods and fall into the most miserable situation, but they still struggle to survive.

How could they be redundant?

In any case, God has said that all devout people, whether rich or poor, can go to the Kingdom of God, but only those who do evil cannot.

The souls of men are equal, and unequal, is man's life, and birth...

When it comes to origin, the first thing Audrey thinks of is the people of the Southern Continent and her second brother who was killed in battle. This makes her feel sad uncontrollably, even though she knows that death in war is a normal thing.

Audrey took another deep breath.

Then, she looked at Klein, who seemed to be lost in thought.

As a mid-sequence viewer, Audrey easily judged Klein's thoughts through his subtle expressions and movements. Combined with her own understanding of Gehrman Sparrow's inner thoughts and true character, Audrey completely understood Klein's concerns.

"I'm sorry, Mr. World, I was a little rude just now. But I am an adult now, I can be responsible for my own choices, and I should be responsible for my noble status."

Audrey said seriously, "I have been trying hard to learn, accept and understand the world now. I know there are many bad things in it. But as a person living in this country, I have the right to know the good and bad. If you have other information about the smog, please tell me everything. Rather than living in a glass house and thinking I am noble, I would rather try to accept the nature of the world."

So what is the essence of the world?

Just

"Are you curious about why we have to do so much for the royal family?"

When Panatia said this, she couldn't help laughing. Her beautiful laughter was full of blatant malice, which made people shudder:

"Because His Majesty the King allows me to slaughter as much as I want in the East End!"

“The smog is my masterpiece, the masterpiece I am most satisfied with!”

"I only need to move my hands slightly, and you will fall down in groups, as clean and neat as a mowed lawn. Ten thousand or twenty thousand deaths is not enough, we need fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or even more! When I see you being slaughtered like livestock by me, when I see you dying in pain in the smog, when I see you crying while holding the bodies of your family members, I almost want to laugh out loud with joy!"

"Despair as much as you can, pain as much as you can, anger as much as you can!"

"Because you powerless people are as lowly as blades of grass. Even if I step on you, I won't even lower my head to look at you."

Congressman Macht's residence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. From just now, Klein and Audrey heard constant noise and cursing coming from the street, as well as the shouting of the police to maintain order. Klein also heard the decree, but it didn't seem to take effect.

Is this a witch's conspiracy?
It seems that it is not very important now.

"…As you can see, Audrey, this is the truth."

With a stern face, Gehrman Sparrow calmly looked at the noble girl who clenched her fists, feeling exhausted again and again. "That's it. King George III cooperated with the Witch Cult for a certain purpose. The Witch Cult helped him buy and sell people, and he allowed the high-ranking officials of the Witch Cult to launch the Great Smog. The Third Prince was just a victim who was pushed to the front. That's it, Miss Justice, that's it."

The blonde noble girl stood quietly where she was. She looked at the device in the distance that was constantly emitting crazy laughter. She felt that her world, her cognition, and her pride in the strength of her country were all silently shattered in this instant.

Klein looked at her in silence. He wanted to laugh, to laugh like the witch, to laugh at this damn world and these damn high-ranking and powerful people, but he couldn't laugh. He just felt too tired to speak.

……

The Witch of Despair laughed so hard that she was out of breath. It was like a devilish sound that pierced her ears. The waves of sound made the young hunter dizzy and his head swam. He could hardly help but be infected by the pain and despair described by the other party.

She heard a slight sound like glass breaking inside her body.

At the moment before her death, her potion was completely digested.

"Ah, what a pity..."

Panatia closed her eyes. She heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed from behind her. A regretful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"I have also seriously thought about what color I would choose as my code name if I became 'ageless'."

A sharp silver light burst out from her neck, and her beautiful head fell to the ground. No one cared about her regrets, unwillingness, and dreams.

Just like the straw she never cared about.

TBC
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(End of this chapter)