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

Chapter 317 The real first step

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“This is actually pretty boring, isn’t it?”

"It's not boring, after all, this is how the world is."

In front of a small dessert shop on the street, Richard bent down and helped the elderly lady owner to pick up the tables and chairs that were knocked over by the chaotic crowd one by one, and wiped off the dirt. Edward used a spoon to dig into the sundae in front of him, looking at the people fighting in the distance.

The old lady shop owner thanked Richard sincerely, but Richard waved his hands to indicate that it was nothing, and was finally given a small bag of biscuits.

He took the biscuits, pulled up a chair and sat next to Edward, watching this chaotic and grand parade together.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

Edward glanced at his watch again without much interest. "Are you thinking about the Highland Kingdom more than a hundred years ago? I remember that you were busy arguing or fighting every day, and you often couldn't help but crash the redemption agents from the Northern Continent."

"How can you say that?"

Richard said righteously:

"As we all know, our highland 'mummy' culture is like Balam's 'preserved remains', which is a national cultural feature that should be respected. So, by making them mummies, I am actually expressing my most direct and highest respect for them."

"I'm good at languages."

"Ahem, that's off topic."

Richard untied the bow ribbon that the elderly shop owner had carefully tied, opened the exquisite and cute little package, took out a cookie from it and put it in his mouth: "I feel that this country, every country, is like boiling a pot of water."

"Just like this, when people can't make a living, they will march and strike, and the nobles and managers will know to give them more money. As long as they have a bite to eat, people will stop marching. It's like boiling water. When the water is about to boil, add some cold water. Every time it is about to boil, add some cold water. Over time, the water knows that as long as you pretend to boil, cold water will come out, and the person who adds cold water also knows that as long as he operates well, the pot of water will never boil."

The cookies were made into cute little bear shapes. Richard ate two, but couldn't bear to eat more because they were so cute.

"So what if the water actually boils? Nothing will happen. Just change the pot of water."

A hell of a joke, but Richard couldn't help laughing:
"It seems that everyone in this world will eventually move in one direction, that is, to break away from humanity itself. Not to mention gaining divinity, nor those ancient things like 'noble bloodline', it seems that as long as they become extraordinary people and have power, even if they can only light a spark about the size of a match, they will subconsciously feel proud. As if they are no longer ordinary people, and are superior to countless people."

"But they need an anchor. It's really strange. They look down on people, but they need people. In the end, they become twisted like this, right?"

Richard wanted to ask, "What does it feel like to kill God?" But then he felt that his question seemed to put "God" in another level. Since it can be killed, then death is the same for both God and man.

"By the way, what are you looking at?"

The melee in the distance began to escalate. Richard tilted his head and a stray bullet rubbed the edge of his glasses and hit the gas lamp post behind him. Edward slowly dug a hole in the sundae in the glass goblet, then pointed with a spoon:
"that person."

Richard looked over and said, "Mr. X from the Aurora Society?"

"Then call him that."

Edward stared at Klein's back, but he didn't think of reaching out to grab him. Instead, he thought of a new way to attack the True Creator: "Do you know him? What do you think of him?"

Richard recalled it carefully and said very pertinently:

"A nice guy."

"One of my investors introduced him and said he might be able to work with me. Based on the investor's description, she felt that he had a good moral standard and could go a step further. And I happened to see him fighting with a demigod Amon. He showed human empathy during the battle and did not transform other living people into puppets just because his own life was threatened. Well, his emergency wisdom was not bad. I don't know about his combat skills, but they shouldn't be too bad."

Edward scooped up a piece of cold cream and didn't put it in his mouth immediately:
"The true creator wants to support him to become a new god. What do you think?"

Richard's eyebrows immediately frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to be asking why he couldn't come to support me when such a good thing happened.

He coughed and analyzed very seriously:

"I think that if he becomes a god with his personality, it might be a good thing for his country. But after all, I don't know him well enough to be sure if he has other ideas."

As he spoke, Richard glanced at Klein in the distance. He saw that he seemed to be using his extraordinary ability to separate the civilians and police officers who were fighting each other. The civilians were now angrily beating a cardboard box, while the unconscious police officers staggered away.

Richard's brows furrowed again.

"Does he have no stance? I mean, what kind of person is he? I only know that he is a wealthy man and has a tendency to participate in politics. So he must choose between the Conservative Party and the New Party. Or is he actually a moderate who doesn't agree with either side?"

Edward took a sip of lemonade and watched Klein secretly maintaining order and preventing the crowd from hurting each other:
"Probably the one who disagrees with both sides. Or maybe his idea is actually very understandable, that is, he just doesn't want anyone to get hurt?"

"…Then he shouldn't become a god."

Richard put it bluntly:
"He should go and become a diocesan bishop."

"With his personality and abilities, if he does not change in the future, I believe he will be able to be a perfect archbishop in his diocese who loves children and cares about the poor, and who can also make the nobles and commoners in the diocese respect him."

"But if he becomes a god... I can almost imagine the tragic situation in his country where people are deceiving their superiors and subordinates, and are always docile in order to avoid bloodshed."

"Yeah." Edward agreed with most of Richard's points.

"Like you said, I think his becoming a god might be a good thing for his country, but I can't say how good it is. A god who is too moral might become a hindrance to the country to some extent."

"Maybe, but we haven't seen that kind of god, have we?"

Richard smiled, and stopped looking at the crowd that was gradually going away. His sight paused for a few seconds at the distant clouds. He had a premonition, and stood up with a small bag of biscuits in his hand: "I heard a sound, I'll go ahead."

"As expected, even though I really hope Backlund can ascend to heaven right here, I still can't just sit back and watch the impending disaster."

Edward did not respond. His gaze continued to follow Klein, wanting to see what was so special about this boy.

……

"No, there are too many people, and they are in a collective frenzy. I can't get them to leave on their own!"

Klein squeezed out of the crowd and stood by the wall, watching with lingering fear as these people rushed to the West District.

Through various means, Klein rescued dozens of people from the hands and feet of these mad people, but he could not make these people change their direction or regain their sanity. Some of them were instigated by the witch because of the disappearance of their family members and fell into extreme anger. Their minds were filled with hatred for the country and the king. Some of them were swept up by the group emotions on the road and attracted to the unemployed group after resonance.

A large number of people gathered on the street, constantly attracting other people who resonated with them. People cannot think in a group. Some people had no idea where the team was going, so they just shouted slogans and followed the crowd to the West District without knowing where they were going.

Sivellas and patrol teams kept coming to stop them, but their weapons and uniforms made the irrational people even more frantic. The casualties continued to increase, and even Klein couldn't take care of every flying bullet in the chaos.

Klein was helpless. He had a way to change the direction of the army's advance, and he only needed to cast an illusion on the leaders in front. But where should he let them go? Go back to their homes? Go to the outskirts of the city? Such a large group of people would be dangerous no matter where they were.

"At this time, if we want to restore everyone to normal as quickly as possible, we need the collective psychological influence of the 'audience', or the 'peace' of the Nighthawks... But with so many people, Archbishop Anthony must take action personally."

"The crowd has been gathering for more than ten minutes. The Church of Darkness should have reacted..."

Klein was thinking nervously while observing the situation around him.

The Jowood District is under the jurisdiction of the Storm Church, but in terms of secular politics, the first to react should be the Kingdom. The Church will maintain a relatively detached position, and only when the Kingdom's regulatory measures are completely ineffective will the Church intervene in a protective manner.

People will also become very easy to talk to at this time, after all, no one wants to go against their eternity after death.

Therefore, many things are complicated for the kingdom and the law to handle, but become simple when the church intervenes.

The parade had already entered the edge of Queens, and ran into the military members who had been prepared. Under the powerful resistance of extraordinary abilities and weapons, the pace of the parade, shouting "Bread!" and "Family!", finally slowed down a little.

Klein, who had been following the team, breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel relaxed.

"If the demonstrations are over and social order returns to normal, that would be good too."

He hesitated and thought: "But will George III make a public statement after the parade? Will these people get bread and food, or compensation for the families of the missing?"

The answer is obviously no.

It has been almost half an hour since the witch finished her speech, but the royal family and the nobles have not responded at all, as if they don't care about the anger of the people at all, and even look at it with contempt. There are always people marching, but most people don't get a response. Klein doesn't know how to make the people get what they want, but it is definitely wrong to continue such violent marches.

It seemed that the wind was blowing, causing Klein's collar to hit his cheek several times.

He thought that it was people from the Storm Church who came to maintain law and order, but suddenly, his spiritual perception issued a subtle warning.

The wind was not blowing from the direction of the Cathedral of the Holy Winds.

Klein slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

He saw the clouds in the sky shatter, and dozens of giant whales wrapped in metal suddenly pressed down on his head. The fierce wind blew off countless people's hats.

Many people noticed the large shadow that suddenly appeared above their heads. They looked up, and their pressure and fear soared to the limit in an instant. Even Klein, who had become a demigod, could not control the panic that ordinary people showed when he saw the military airship group.

He looked at the airship in the sky and the crowd marching in front of him, and suddenly he understood everything.

He suddenly understood why the church remained silent and why the royal family and the nobility turned a blind eye.

It's not just because of arrogance, but also because... ...it's unnecessary.

Under his gaze, in less than five seconds, the gun muzzles, machine gun muzzles, and launching ports on the airship opened one after another and aimed downwards.

One shell after another slid out of the opening and fell like rain onto the ground and the crowd below.

Many of the shells suddenly exploded in the air, but a person's power is limited after all, and the remaining parts still fell to the ground.

Explosions, wailing, interrupted slogans and accusations, everything was exploding, everything was burning, and everyone was dying.

In an instant, the world Klein was in turned into hell.

Then, a howling hurricane took shape, blowing rapidly from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral. Countless sharp wind blades hit the airbags used by the airship team for balance. After a brief confrontation, Feysac's army did not stop and immediately turned to the west area.

……

No. 22 Pacefield Street, the office building where the Loon Scholarship Foundation is located.

Audrey was busy for a while, calming down all the emotionally unstable staff members and students who happened to be nearby. Finally, she had time to rest at her seat and drink a sip of tea.

She sat in the director's seat, and although she was mentally exhausted and spiritually exhausted, she felt quite satisfied. She felt that she had helped others and was conscientiously fulfilling her duties as a director of the foundation.

She rested for a few minutes, stood up, and planned to draw the curtains and open the window to get some fresh air.

From here, one can directly see Backlund's landmark building, the "Clock of Order" in the distance, making it very convenient to check the time.

"After I go back, I'll see what Mom and Dad and Hibbert think of this matter... Of course, they won't believe it... Well, this is normal. If I hadn't heard so much analysis and foreshadowing at the Tarot Club, and suddenly heard this speech, I would definitely not believe it."

As Audrey thought, she reached out to the half-open curtain and pulled it open completely.

She was just about to look for the "Bell of Order" in a familiar place when suddenly, an iron-gray object flashed past the corner of her eye and landed on the street to the left of the small building.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, and Audrey immediately lost her balance and stepped back repeatedly until her legs hit the edge of the desk.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, stunned for a moment by the loud noise, and then looked down at her hands in a daze. She saw that her sleeves and collar had been cut, and the glass cup exploded and shattered, and the scattered glass fragments just now splashed directly on her face.

After realizing this, Audrey reached out to touch her face in fear and found that there were scales protecting her skin and she was not actually hurt.

The window without glass was open like a big mouth with sharp teeth, and the world outside the window was filled with thick smoke.

What just happened?
explode?

Before Audrey could fully understand what was happening, she had already taken a step forward and pushed the door open.

When she opened the door, she immediately heard countless screams exploding in the small building. Audrey pressed her temples and looked carefully, her expression instantly frozen.

Many people were lying on the ground with blood all over their bodies and faces. It seemed that they were unlucky like herself just now and stood by the window, but they did not have the ability and defense of Beyonders to protect themselves. Crying and screaming filled her ears. The people who had been comforted by her with great difficulty fell into panic and fear again. Those who were still rational were trembling while stopping the bleeding and explosions for the injured. A girl who was scratched by glass woke up slowly. After seeing her current appearance in the mirror, she immediately cried miserably.

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

"Don't panic, don't be nervous, we have to leave here now!"

Audrey shouted loudly, and the soothing power was sent out along with her voice, effectively alleviating the fear in people's hearts.

A pair of expectant eyes immediately looked at her. Audrey swallowed nervously. She had never encountered such a thing before. She actually hoped that her parents would come to help her and help them leave here.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, and people were unsteady on their feet. This time it appeared on the right, and seemed to be approaching them.

"It's a bombing!"

Audrey finally found the corresponding word in the history book. Her brain raced and she immediately thought of a solution:
"Help the injured up, let's go to the nearest subway station!"

"The underground area is safe!"

This building is in danger of collapse. The basement is not safe and might even become a Jedi.

"Don't be afraid, we can escape! We can survive!"

Audrey spoke loudly, and set an example by reaching out to pull up a staff member who couldn't stand up, and led the way to the stairs. Her behavior strongly inspired the people around her. If a spoiled noble lady could remain calm and self-controlled in danger and find a way to survive, then why would others not dare to move forward?

People helped each other to stand up and walked down the stairs quickly.

The process of going downstairs was smooth, like the gap between two explosions, nothing bad happened.

Audrey carefully observed the situation, then walked out of the door and walked along the wall towards the subway station. She saw that the street in the distance was already a ruin, and there was a big dent in the middle of the townhouse. As for the people in it, she didn't dare to think about it, for fear that fear and anger would affect her judgment.

Boom!

A huge explosion occurred not far away, and sand and stones flew over like bullets. The wounded man Audrey was holding fell to the ground, and Audrey was also pulled down by the other party and had to hold on to the wall to continue standing.

"Ms. Audrey!" The people behind stopped immediately.

"Don't worry, let's keep going."

Audrey took a deep breath, stood firmly with her legs, and exerted strength with her arms. With the ability of a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, she easily pulled the wounded man up again. She was breathing slightly, and although she was not tired, her heart was already beating like a drum.

"It's just around the corner!" someone behind shouted to encourage morale.

Yes, it's just around the corner...

Audrey's heart was beating violently. She suddenly felt that her skirt was too much of a hindrance. The crinoline that kept her decent was now pressed tightly against her legs by the wounded, which not only made it inconvenient for her to walk, but also made her skirt tilted into a strange shape. It was also a little inconvenient to walk in shoes with heels. Although the Beyonder could control his body perfectly, it was really troublesome to sway left and right when walking due to the influence of the wounded.

In this way, she led the small team all the way around the corner.

Boom!

This time the explosion was so close that it seemed to happen right at our feet. At the moment of vibration, we felt as if we were flying because we lost our weight. The entire team fell to the ground in an instant, and even Audrey half-knelt down, her eardrums buzzing.

"what!"

"above!"

Audrey looked up with great effort, and just happened to see the house next to her collapse.

Time seemed to slow down. She saw bricks and building materials of varying sizes detaching from the building and pouring down on the small rescue team from a ten-meter-high building like rain.

Gravel settled in her golden hair, and sand clouded her emerald eyes.

Please save us.

Obviously, it’s only a few meters away from the subway station...

Audrey closed her eyes and hugged the wounded man who was about her age. Her despair was pushed to the limit at this moment.

pat.

Something hit her on the head, but it was neither the death she had been expecting nor the smashing into a pulp she had been expecting.

Blah blah blah...

More objects hit the ground, fell to the ground and bounced up again, accompanied by people's screams and cheers.

Audrey opened her eyes in confusion. She saw beautifully wrapped candies and chocolates falling from the sky. Sand was still everywhere, but countless soft and hard candies of all sizes clattered to the ground, onto the stone slabs, and onto her shoulders.

A hand reached out to her.

Richard looked at the girl, who was covered in dust and had tears in her eyes, and sighed at the costly but now completely ruined skirt. He reached out his hand, with the biscuits he was reluctant to finish.

"You're very brave, want a cookie?"

He praised the familiar-looking girl: "Don't be afraid, you are safe now."

Audrey wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked at the palm of the other person's hand. The little brown bear was smiling at her.

TBC
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Arrived late.

(End of this chapter)