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

Chapter 318 The World
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Klein took a breath, and the dust and smoke that rushed into his nostrils made him cough repeatedly.

A round of bombing had long passed. At this moment, ruins were everywhere as far as he could see. Buildings on the street collapsed one after another. A raging fire was burning among the ruins and rocks. The blood and death were shocking, but there were not many shouts. It was terrifyingly quiet.

The flames crackled and burned eerily quietly.

There were some broken bodies on the ground, but there were more burning strips of cloth and a lot of black paste piled together.

After watching the tragic scene in front of him in silence for half a minute, Klein gritted his teeth and moved closer, trying his best not to let his eyes fall too much on the black paste that made him feel cold, and began to search for survivors in the ruins.

"Is anyone there? Ahem!"

He asked loudly, walking through the ruins, worrying about Melissa and Benson.

He wanted to rush over immediately to see if his brother and sister were okay, but everything he saw prevented him from leaving with peace of mind.

"anyone there!"

"anyone there!"

His voice echoed alone in the street that was bustling just a moment ago.

But in fact, this action was unnecessary. He activated his spiritual vision to scan the entire ruins. Countless black spiritual lines were floating feebly in the air, and at the root were several dying people who had almost no spiritual brilliance. As a "trickster", Klein had almost no way to deal with this. He did have a life-saving skill to transfer damage, but it was not enough to transfer damage that would kill others.

"Help……"

Just when Klein was so disheartened that he was about to leave, a faint shout came from a gap not far away, followed by the sound of a brick being pushed aside and falling.

"Hold on! There's someone here!"

Klein's spirits perked up, and he immediately ran towards the direction of the sound.

But when he ran to the source of the sound, Klein suddenly frowned - he found that in his spiritual vision, there was only a dying spiritual light under the ruins, so dim that it could go out at any time, and it was no longer alive.

He hesitated for a moment, but still quickened his pace and walked over. He used both arms to lift up the construction waste that was pressing down the spiritual light.

A bloody hand stretched out from the narrow gap. Before Klein could drop the construction waste in his hand to grab it, the hand grabbed the air and then smashed straight to the ground.

Klein's outstretched hand froze in the air, and he slowly retracted it. He looked up at the sky and exhaled deeply.

He closed his eyes as if he was mentally prepared, and silently moved the bricks and stones to widen the narrow gap.

It turned out to be a middle-aged man squeezed into this small gap. His body was already bloody and fleshy, and even the original color of his clothes and coat could not be seen clearly. His eyes were covered with blood scabs, and a huge rock broke his waist.

In less than five minutes of torture and excruciating pain, he lost his life.

There must be a reason why such an ordinary and nameless middle-aged man appeared here. He might be a worker with a family to support, who joined the march because of unemployment, or a civilian whose family was abducted by the witch cult, who joined the march out of anger. He fantasized that this march would be like the ones in the past when he was lucky, and would get some response, even if it was just a notice. But none of this mattered now. His family, his pain, his demands, his anger, everything ended in such a sloppy manner.

His life, like this unreasonable bomb, like this unreasonable fucking world, ended just like that.

Just like other dead people, probably no one cared about them when they were alive, and no one cares about them after they die.

The only person who had paid a little attention to his life just now was standing in front of him. Klein looked at the middle-aged man who died painfully while struggling to survive. A sudden thought suddenly flashed through his almost blank mind:
What was his faith? Will there be a mass funeral by church members?

Can he catch up in time? The spirits of ordinary people will dissipate in a very short time after death. He...they, these people, their lives are already like this. It can't be, it shouldn't be...at least after death, at least in the world after death, it can still be done, right?

Should it be possible? Isn't it because of the promise of the afterlife that they can enjoy the faith and anchor of believers? Although they just marched, it doesn't mean they are bad people. They just rebelled against the king, which doesn't mean they are disrespectful to God. In this case, since God can make people believe in all of them regardless of good or bad, then God should at least show some fairness and love to the people, right? Isn't it? There should be some, more or less, right?

Klein himself didn't quite believe in his own thoughts and even felt like crying.

At least...should...do this!!!
He suddenly thought of old Kohler. After the great smog, he had visited old Kohler in the East District. He was very happy to see that this old acquaintance was still alive. However, he learned from his tailor daughter that old Kohler probably would not survive the winter.

But the tailor girl who was about the same age as Melissa did look somewhat relaxed and even relieved when she said this. She said that in the last one or two months of her father's life, he had delicious ham to eat and a warm house to live in, and he didn't have to live in the coldest period of winter. In the end, he was able to die peacefully in bed instead of in a corner of the street, and after his death, he was sent to the church for a proper burial instead of dying next to the church waiting to be moved. This was enough to make most people in the East District envious.

I wish I could be like my dad in the future, the girl said almost with envy.

Seeing the envious expressions of the neighbors and the seamstress, Klein felt a chill. Fortunately, he was no longer a detective who was struggling to make ends meet. He gave them a sum of money on the pretext of providing hospice care for old Kohler, so that they could move out of the small apartment in the East District and Taylor could go to social school on Sundays and live a slightly happier life.

Now, how are they doing?

Klein raised his head, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, struggling to suppress the emotions surging in his heart.

He shifted his gaze with a grim look, but was caught off guard by a black paste mixed with rags at the center of the explosion.

what is that?
are people.

After realizing this, realizing that the one who caused all this was also a human, for the first time, without any external force, Klein, who was already a demigod, felt his legs go limp and he knelt straight on the ground.

He felt like he should scream.

He felt like he should roar loudly.

He should curse at something and hate at something, otherwise such emotions will drive him crazy.

Most importantly, his stomach was churning violently, and his chest and abdomen were contracting violently in waves, just like that day on the southern continent. He fell to his knees and retched several times, and almost couldn't help vomiting in the ruins.

But his throat was a little sore from inhaling too much smoke. He didn't want to shout or move. His eyes were fixed on the strange middle-aged man in front of him, who was kneeling there like an out-of-place stone sculpture, with dust on his shoulders and hair.

There is no one here who needs his help.

Everything, even everything around, was completely destroyed in the instant just now.

Why are you still here? Why can't you just leave like you did in the past?
What grabbed his feet? Was it pain, despair? Was it because of the great shock he received that he had a psychological trauma? Was he simply sad for the dead, or was he upset that he had done almost nothing?
No answer was obtained.

He couldn't stay like this any longer. He had been here for a long time and there must be other things to do now.

Finally, Klein stood up and stumbled toward the neighborhood where Melissa and Benson lived.

……

A few minutes after being rescued, Audrey successfully led the foundation staff into the subway station for shelter.

It was not long after the attack, and there were not many people in the subway station, which was still running rumblingly. Most untrained people would not think of underground facilities such as air-raid shelters and subway stations as the first thing they would think of after an attack.

They found a clean corner in the subway station, spread coats on the ground, and put the wounded down to rest.

These young men and women covered in blood caused panic among some subway staff, but the subway station staff still provided them with hot water and blankets. After learning that the world above ground was no longer safe, they had no intention of leaving. Audrey sat in the rest area with a cup of hot water. She had just calmed down and was holding a few candies in her hand.

"Thanks to Miss Audrey."

The employees who survived the disaster shared the candies in their hands. They knew little about Feifan and found it hard to imagine why bricks, stones and steel turned into candies, biscuits and chocolates and fell down, but now they tacitly agreed not to mention it.

"Your name is Audrey?"

Richard threw a piece of candy into his mouth, leaned against the wall and talked to her in a relaxed manner:

"You have managed to stay calm in a critical moment, but you seem to have little combat experience even though you have reached the Sequence Level."

Audrey was slightly startled, and spoke a little embarrassedly:
"Yes. I rarely have the opportunity to practice my extraordinary abilities, and I don't seem to be good at fighting in the early stages of my path, so..."

"That's true, but just now, you used forced comfort on everyone, and then forced them to use temporary hypnosis to suggest that they follow you to act separately and go to different subway stations from different routes. This is actually a better choice. At least it can save you a lot of time."

Richard chewed the rock candy until it made a loud sound, and looked at Audrey's plain yet expensive pearl cufflinks:
"But you did a good job. As a noble who has never been baptized by battle, you did not get scared and start crying and waiting for rescue. Instead, you mustered up the courage to lead others to survive. I can already praise you."

While being praised and criticized for her shortcomings, Audrey suddenly felt a subtle emotion. She subconsciously wanted to use the perspective of an "audience" to judge the other person's attitude when speaking, but she immediately cut herself off as soon as she entered the perspective.

——You can’t do that, he is an unimaginably strong person!
Audrey calmed down and asked with a little curiosity:
"Excuse me, if I am at a loss and waiting for rescue, what will you do..."

"Wait till you die."

Audrey was shocked by Richard's bluntness.

"I will help others, but I won't save you. I will wait until you die, and then take away your extraordinary characteristics, as well as your valuable cufflinks, necklaces, and earrings. I may also take away your body, because you look noble, and your family may come to look for you. Is that scary? Ah, I have never had any expectations for creatures like nobles. Except that they look pleasing to the eye when they are used as ATMs, the rest of the time they just make me sick or make me want to destroy this class."

Audrey was stunned by the answer. After she came to her senses, she immediately and tactfully untied her necklace, cufflinks and earrings, and took out all the valuables on her body.

The decoration she wore today was not actually too luxurious, but a noble lady of her level, no matter how ordinary she was, would have to wear jewelry worth hundreds of pounds, and a set would be even more expensive.

"...If you don't mind, I'll go change into a skirt." Audrey said hurriedly.

Richard looked at her busying around in fear and shock, and felt like laughing. He waved his hand, signaling Audrey to put the pile of things aside.

"You are very quick to respond," He said. "It is convenient to talk to smart people."

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. She thought about it and tentatively asked another question:
"Sir, can you help me save someone? I hope you can go and see if my parents and brother are safe. If you are willing to pay, no matter how much, I will try my best to pay it."

"West District? The airship is definitely heading there."

Audrey suddenly became more anxious: "Excuse me..."

"I'm sorry, I won't accept this kind of commission." Richard bluntly rejected Audrey's idea. "You should be the daughter of Earl Hall, right? I met you once. With your father's donations and influence to the Church of Night, the Half-God Archbishop of Night will definitely not let your parents and family get hurt. I don't want to lie to a child, but if I go, maybe even the Archbishop will be gone."

This was the first time Audrey heard such words. As she was stunned again, she realized the meaning of the other party's words.

"you……"

Without the help of the "audience" perspective, and even facing the overall malice of a powerful person towards the nobility, Audrey was a little overwhelmed as she considered her words:

"You hate nobles so much, why did you save me?"

"Because I happened to see you, and you were trying hard to help others save themselves."

Richard looked at her and frowned in some surprise:

"As a Beyonder who doesn't fight much, aren't you a little too courageous? Are all the High-Sequences who are responsible for teaching you good-tempered? Yes, logically speaking, you will never come into contact with someone like me in your life."

Audrey was frightened for a moment, but after that, she hesitated for a few seconds and mustered up the courage to ask the question that had arisen in her mind since the other party bluntly expressed his prejudice against the nobility:

"Why do you hate the nobility?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately became a little scared: "I'm not questioning, I'm just innocent and a little curious..."

“This question is indeed quite novel.”

Richard said casually.

"Do I need a reason to hate the nobility? Do I need to make up some reasons to like the nobility?"

"What kind of answer do you want to get by asking me this question? What do you want to hear from me? I know you must be a staff member of a charity organization, and I can see that you are a very well-loved girl. You must be a good person. Do you want to hear me say that the nobles are greedy, shameful, and disgusting, and then feel that you are different from them and get some satisfaction?"

"You have the guts to ask me this question, so I don't want to look down on you because of your age. However, if I tell you something complicated, I don't think you will understand."

Richard crossed his arms, tapped his arms with his fingers, and thought for a few seconds:

"Let me put it this way. How much money can your jewelry be exchanged for? How much food can it buy? How many quilts can it buy? Generally speaking, a weekly salary of about 2 pounds is enough for a normal family of three to live well. So if it is given to a family with a weekly salary of about 2 pounds, how long will it last for them?"

Audrey subconsciously glanced at the jewelry she had piled aside. According to her memory, the total value of these things was over 800 pounds. She bit her lip and spoke with some difficulty:
"More than eight years..."

Richard looked at Audrey for daring to speak, and his words became harsh:

"But now, all these things are used to support you. You must have more than just these jewelry and dresses, right? They could have supported so many people when they were exchanged for money and means of production. Now they can only serve as insignificant decorations for you. When you gave them all to me, I didn't even see much pain. There wasn't anything you particularly liked, right?"

"You nobles are just a small group of people, a class, a group, accounting for about 10% of the country's total population, but you occupy more than 70% of the country's resources. In addition to this, you are greedy and hold on to your money and land. Don't you, who are doing charity, see nothing?"

"Even if I want to get some money from you, I still have to spend a lot of time talking to you."

"Miss Hall, if that's the answer you want, then think about it carefully."

"——Isn't this enough reason for me to hate all of you nobles?"

TBC
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OK OK.

Okay, I know everyone is waiting anxiously, but I am really not feeling well. It is painful for me to type while coughing! Forget it, I will try my best and I will be back to normal tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)