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

Chapter 321 End of July

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"You want to know the formula for the 'Fortune Teller' Path Sequence 3?"

Klein found the Dark Saint in a factory under the Aurora Society. What surprised him was that the Dark Saint did not stay in the base hidden underground that could only be found by passing through the correct "door". Instead, he was walking around in the office building to work.

"Just wait a moment."

There were only two saints in the corridor. The Dark Saint asked Klein to wait for a while, then pushed the door and entered an office nearby. In the office, another acquaintance of Klein, Mr. Z with dark green eyes, was busy with a pile of documents.

Kosma asked directly, "Have you calculated the damage to the factory? Have you calculated the loss of personnel? When can we resume work? Can the order for the Intis factory be completed within the specified time?"

Mr. Z showed a sleep-deprived face:
"Our factory was not badly damaged. We only lost one building due to stray bullets. All the machinery in the building was scrapped. Twenty-three workers died, and the rest are lying in charity hospitals. I am contacting recycling companies to sell these scrap metals."

He muttered as he searched among the pile of documents:

"On the day of the bombing on July 7, our factory was operating normally. Some people participated in the parade after get off work in the evening, and some were bombed on their way home. After all, the worst-hit areas were the North District and Cherwood District... This is today's staff sign-in sheet, this is for the 19th, and it has been five days. If nothing unexpected happens, those who didn't come should have died."

Xesma picked up the two forms, glanced at them and put them down.

Mr. Z asked hesitantly, "If they died after get off work, it wouldn't be considered a work-related injury, right? Should we give them compensation based on the standard for work-related injuries?"

"Our factory's performance this quarter is not very good, and we have to spend a lot of money to buy new machines..."

Klein, who was standing at the door and watching, also saw the form with many names crossed out. Hearing this, he was stunned and suddenly remembered that this world had no accident insurance, no pension, no protection for low-income people, and no medical insurance.

Even if there is, most people would not spare some money to pay for the illusory insurance when they can barely eat a few bites of food.

People's lives are not protected at all. How many days they can survive after becoming sick, injured, or unable to work depends entirely on the conscience of the factory owners.

Kosma was silent for a second. He felt sorry for the gold pound that was about to be lost, and then asked Mr. Z:

"Don't you want to go to heaven?"

Mr. Z’s eyes suddenly widened, revealing a distorted expression as if he had been accused of being disloyal. His facial features twisted together for a moment, and finally a crack appeared: “My devotion to the Lord exceeds my cherishment of life!”

"I would give my life for a good deed!"

He scratched his face a few times, dug out his two eyeballs from the twisted flesh, then grabbed the official seal at hand and stamped it hard on a document: "For the Lord! So that the families of these poor lambs can be comforted! They can all receive work injury compensation!"

As expected, it was the Aurora Society... Klein found it difficult to look directly at it.

"If the benefits are really bad, I'll give you 70 or 80 percent. It's up to you."

The Dark Saint said, "Remember to pay their wages for this month first. Besides that, find a time to arrange for recruitment."

Mr. Z adjusted his face back and said with a spirit of sacrifice: "I understand, sir."

"When necessary, I will also use my savings to help these lambs."

"I am pleased with your realization." The Dark Saint winked at Klein. They left the room and closed the door.

"Mr. X, the factory is short of staff right now. If you have people around you who are in urgent need of work, you can compile a list for me." After returning to the corridor, the Dark Saint took Klein to his office while habitually arranging work. "You know, this factory is not very large to begin with, and its business is also very limited. Our factory lost a lot of skilled workers in the parade, and new employees need a few days of training before they can take up their posts. If the orders this month cannot be delivered on time, we will have to pay a huge penalty, and we may even go bankrupt."

"Ah."

Klein nodded. He thought about whether there was anyone around him who needed work, but he couldn't think of anything at the moment.

So he asked again: "When do you plan to start recruiting workers?"

The Dark Saint walked in front and chatted with him: "The recruitment work has begun, but finding skilled workers in the East District is basically like looking for a needle in a haystack. Our recruitment is mainly for workers in the Joewood District. They are slightly better than those in the East District."

Klein thought about the crowded work of moving sandbags at the docks in the East District and reluctantly confirmed this statement.

"But we haven't recruited enough people yet. We plan to recruit more people. It doesn't matter what their beliefs are. Helping the suffering people in the war is paving the way for our own ascension in the future..." The Dark Saint said something that Klein didn't quite understand but felt very biblical. "Rune is not peaceful right now. The Lord has returned to the position of the sun. We dare not expand. We may have to retreat to Intis at any time."

"What about the people in the factory then?"

The Dark Saint shook his head: "We can only wait and see."

Klein opened his mouth and fell silent again.

They walked side by side to the Dark Saint's office. The latter became much more relaxed in the familiar environment and took the initiative to ask:
"Do you have any clues about Sequence 3?"

"I know the name." Klein said, "The Sequence 3 potion of the 'Fortune Teller' pathway is called 'Ancient Scholar'."

"This is a good name. I know how to act as soon as I hear it."

The Dark Saint took a book from the bookshelf and searched for a while. "The path of 'Fortune Teller' is managed by the Secret Order. It is said that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, seems to have returned to normal, but because the Lord is in charge of Intis, He did not return and His whereabouts are unknown."

Zaratul didn't return to Intis? Klein felt a little strange, but also somewhat expected.

Now that Intis has come to believe in the true Creator, I wonder what that will be like.

"There are records about the high-sequence fortune-tellers in the Aurora Society's records... It should be this, but the name of the potion is not mentioned. According to relevant records, the promotion ceremony of this sequence involves time, and the potion formula involves a very rare and ferocious spiritual creature. They are powerful and appear in groups, making them difficult to hunt..."

The Dark Saint recited for a while, then turned to look at Klein:

"I'll sort out the information for you later. I remember that it hasn't been long since you were promoted to Sequence 4. It seems that it has been less than a month. Don't be so anxious. First stabilize yourself and slowly accumulate merits. The Aurora Society must have a channel to obtain the formula of the Ancient Scholar."

Stabilize yourself and slowly accumulate merits. This is the normal promotion process in all organizations, whether official or secret.

Klein nodded. After calming down, he felt that he was indeed a little too hasty. However, it was normal to collect the potion formula in advance. It might take several months or even years to collect it, so he would have enough time to act. Moreover, after witnessing the king's atrocities and his ugly appearance of covering up everything, Klein was almost restless when he thought that such a person would always live in high esteem while innocent and poor people continued to die because of him. It was also difficult for him to calm down and take his time.

During this time, he tried to contact Audrey to schedule a psychological treatment, but the bad thing was that Audrey seemed to have also suffered some blows from reality, and it would take some time for her to recuperate before she could provide psychological counseling to Klein.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. World."

Audrey was in a very low mood in the gray fog.

"Because I'm in danger, there are more Beyonders in my family who are responsible for protecting me. During this period of time, it's difficult for me to have real alone time. I'm afraid I can't give you psychological treatment."

Klein could only express his understanding.

"Mr. World, are you still Dwayne Dantes?"

"Yes."

Audrey immediately felt like she had found a life-saving straw, and spoke anxiously:
"Please help me pay attention to some things in the foundation. Many people were injured or even lost their lives in the bombing. They need help. There is a clerk named Martha in the foundation. Her legs were injured in the bombing and she is now in the hospital. She has a younger sister and a disabled father to support. Can you please help me check on her condition? There is also a man named James, who is our accountant. His family is now missing... Many people in our foundation have fallen... As a director, I would like to apply to you to take out the funds in the foundation to support the injured, and I will give the rest..."

Audrey paused for a moment. At this point, she suddenly remembered that she had voluntarily handed over the portion of the family property that was allocated to her after she became an adult. She also gave 400,000 pounds in cash to Mr. Ernst, so as not to make the already embarrassing situation of the family worse.

Now her financial income has shrunk to only one-sixth of what it used to be, leaving her with almost no money left to help the foundation.

Audrey's mood suddenly became even more depressed, and she was almost speechless:
"…Can the Foundation still function normally?"

Klein, wearing the face of "German Sparrow", silently thought about what happened in the Hall family that could make an "audience" lose control of their emotions and make Miss Audrey, who was generous and confident in the past, show her current expression.

Half to comfort him, and half because he did have the financial resources, Klein nodded:

"can."

Audrey was obviously relieved, and a smile appeared on her face:
"That's great, Mr. World, that's great." "Thank you..."

So Klein said goodbye to Audrey and went to work on the foundation's post-disaster reconstruction.

As a result, it seems that because Audrey almost died in the bombing, the Hall family now does not allow this young lady to go out. The foundation cannot find this director, and a lot of staff have been lost. Most of the things are sent to the person in charge, Mr. Dawn Dantes.

Mr. Dwayne Dantès had no choice but to pull himself together and start working amidst the countless expectant eyes. The work of the foundation could bring some comfort to his soul and make up for his previous pain of powerlessness. In this way, Klein began a busy life of going back and forth between the foundation and home, occasionally participating in dances, banquets, afternoon teas, and activities of the Veterans Club, which was boring and troublesome.

But it’s also good to find things to do every day so that you don’t let your mind wander.

"If you need the formula urgently, try praying."

The Dark Saint closed the book and hinted at Mr. X's identity as a "Favored One". Mr. X's promotion was so fast, and now he was looking for Sequence 3. There must be some guidance from God. Since he was a "Favored One", the Lord would give him some enlightenment.

Pray to the true creator? Klein hesitated for a moment.

The possibility of success is quite high. Maybe the real creator will really throw the formula and ritual of the "ancient scholar" directly into his hands, but can he take it with peace of mind?

That is definitely not possible.

It would be better to manage the Eastern Continent first... Klein nodded without showing too much emotion.

"Is there anything that can accumulate merit recently?" he asked.

Mr. X, who was independent from the world, finally began to try to participate in the affairs of the Aurora Society? The Dark Saint, who thought that he would always be a loner like an extra staff member, was a little surprised: "There has been nothing going on recently. We have already started to shrink our forces and are ready to withdraw from Intis at any time... If you just want to accumulate some merits, now only the Human Resources Department needs people to recruit."

"Not only is he busy, but he also has few achievements." The Dark Saint reminded.

What this means is that you shouldn't be like Mr. A, a dignified messenger of God and a dignified saint, and try to steal jobs from the lower-level members.

Hiring? Klein just asked casually. He was very busy recently. Not only did he have to find a new office building for the foundation, he also had to visit the hospital to comfort the wounded. Occasionally, he had to use demigod-level divination to find missing people. He had no time to participate in the construction of the Aurora Society.

"I hope everything goes well for you." He was about to leave.

The Dark Saint drew a cross on his body that Klein was very familiar with: "May God bless you, and you too."

……

Southern Continent, Highland Colony.

"Lord Suea really shouldn't indulge the Angel of Temperance anymore! Look at what he says all day long!"

At the gathering place of the Rose School's top leaders, Mahmoud the Silent was pulling his hair with both hands, with a ferocious expression:

"It was like this a hundred years ago, and it is still like this a hundred years later. Why does He lack reverence for God? The Mother Tree of Desire gave us strength and the capital to resist, but He only thinks about when the Bound God will tear Him apart and feed Him! Is this reasonable? There should be a limit to disrespecting God, not to mention that He calls himself the Angel of Temperance!!"

He pulled out two strands of his thinning golden curls and kept cursing:

"You can't wait just when things start to improve! Have you forgotten that you were forced to leave the Rose School because you were too radical? What we need now is to wait and see what happens to the Creator Church of Intis, instead of rushing to drive away the garrison just because the Creator seems to have a good temper!"

Taufik calculated the time with a stopwatch and reminded:

"Lord Mahrams, you have one minute left before you should continue to be careful with your words and actions."

"you shut up!"

Mahmouds opened his mouth and uttered a curse that had been brewing for five minutes. Tawfik suddenly turned into a puppet, holding a stopwatch in his hand, which had also turned into a wooden toy. The puppet rolled on the ground, still holding the stopwatch with all his strength.

"I have asked Lord Suea for instructions, begging Him to give the Temperance Angels a little warning. My words were sincere and earnest, but it didn't work! The Northern Continent is in turmoil, and the status of the people in the Southern Continent has naturally improved. The first thing He said was, 'What a good opportunity! Why not use this opportunity to drive the Intis garrison back and force Intis to recognize our independence!' It's so easy for this bastard to say! What if Intis doesn't recognize it? How can our Highland Resistance Army be compared with Intis! Let alone military strength and high-level power, our equipment was purchased when Intis was dumping inferior arms! I still remember the price! 50,000 gold Louis!"

Mahmous pointed at Tao and vented his anger on the puppet, then asked breathlessly:

"Has one minute arrived yet?"

The puppet nodded desperately.

"I really can't stand the angel of temperance. When he saw the war in the northern continent, he wanted to drive away the garrison. When he saw the slightest chance of winning, he wanted to restore the country. It has come to this point. Can't you be patient for a while longer?"

McHarms cursed, pulled a handful of golden nails from his pocket, and pierced his upper and lower lips.

Although his mouth could no longer speak, his eyebrows and eyes continued to express intensely.

Suddenly, the flame of the red candle lit in the corner suddenly expanded, illusory black door.

Mahmus, who was facing the candle, suddenly frowned and moved aside reluctantly.

"That's a good idea, but I think it can be modified a little. I will first blow up the base of the Intis garrison, and then turn all the people into food. You eat the food, and then there will be no evidence."

A hand stretched out from the illusory black door and threw a suitcase onto the table. Then Richard Ernst walked through the door, dusted off his windbreaker, swatted away a spirit creature that followed him and tried to sneak into the real world, and smiled at Mahmuds.

"You are saying something dangerous again."

Mahmouds simply removed the nails.

"What if I cause Intis's wrath?"

"Alas, Mahmuds, in the decades I was away you not only grew older physically, but also mentally."

Richard picked up Tawfik, dusted him off and placed him on the table. He glanced casually at the demigod with golden curly hair and sighed in disappointment:

"Have you ever thought that the independence of the Highland Colonies itself will make Intis angry? No matter what we do, no matter how long we wait, they will still be angry when we do this?"

"Wasn't there an administrator who was a little gentler towards the colonies before? Was that a good opportunity?"

"You don't understand anything, Mehamus."

The Temperance Angel sneered: "With the change of churches, the Creator said that good deeds are the standard for going to heaven, and Intis gradually returning to a theocratic society, this is the only chance for us in the Highlands. If we don't take action now, do you expect the Creator to wave his hand and incorporate us into the territory of Intis? From a colony to an enclave?"

Mahmud's chest rose and fell violently:

"Even so, Your Highness, you should at least reach a certain level of tacit understanding with the Creator Church—"

"When we reach a tacit understanding, we should call ourselves citizens of Intis!" Richard wanted to greet Mahmuds with Highland populism. "The Creator may not care, but do you think the government and the church are willing to give up the huge benefits of the colony? Are our mines, our precious metals, our spices and specialty textiles just an insignificant part of Intis's industry?"

"No, why should I waste my breath on you?"

Richard frowned, stretched out his hand and gently patted the air. Mahmus in a white robe immediately flew through the wall like a white badminton and smashed into the bell tower in the distance.

"I'm going to be a little violent next."

Richard turned to the puppet, who dared not breathe, and said, "Tell me, who else objects?"

TBC
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Convince people with virtue.

(End of this chapter)