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

Chapter 326 Parties
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"According to the customs and habits of the Eurasian continent... the Eastern continent before the Cataclysm, there should be many cities near the sea, right?"

The true Creator did not answer.

The sun shines on the God-forsaken Land, slowly purifying the pollution and darkness that have existed on this land for thousands of years. Edward walks and stops, occasionally doing some impromptu archaeological research, admiring the scenery of this barren wasteland as if he were really traveling.

"A person died here. There are traces of fighting and remains here... This is a small team, an exploration team sent by the last living force of a city-state on the verge of extinction. They want to find some food."

Edward gestured with his hand: "Then they encountered a horrible monster in the dark and were wiped out here."

"This incident happened...nine hundred and eighty-seven years ago."

The True Creator glanced in the direction indicated by His hand. His authority did not involve history, so He saw nothing but a dark wasteland and a few pieces of solid debris whose materials could not be identified. He closed his eyes and did not ask about the people who were still waiting for their loved ones to return with food in the city-state after the team was wiped out, because the ending was already determined.

The city-state is on the verge of collapse. Even if the team does not die this time, they will encounter danger next time, and the next time. Even if they can successfully return with prey every time, they cannot resist the endless darkness and despair. Madness and death are the only answers to the God-forsaken Land.

He understood why the fallen king liked this place.

There were these little episodes along the way, and the outer gods' mumblings lingered in the ears of the real Creator. At this time, He did not think that the other party was deliberately disturbing His thoughts and emotions, but rather thought that this was a disguised help. Because through the other party's narration and records, He could feel that his connection with this land was becoming deeper and deeper, and the weight on him was gradually increasing.

Although he felt exhausted, sad and helpless, the true creator had never understood so clearly the suffering that the East Continent had experienced. He had never been so aware of his own actions and how his decision had created a desperate world on earth.

God will never feel guilty. God is always right.

God does not feel pain. God is omniscient and omnipotent.

God will not regret. God cannot be questioned.

But people are not.

Relying on these tiny and insignificant differences, the True Creator can always overcome the increasingly clear call in his ears time and time again.

“…Oh, there’s a city here.”

The Outer God who was walking outside and moving freely and irregularly suddenly stopped. He took a few steps in place, faced a certain direction, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of air. Countless information, records and history from the land were immediately attracted as if they had encountered a whirlpool, and gradually gathered into a vague image of a book in his hand. The real creator also stopped and observed the actions of the Outer God.

The spirit world of the East Continent is still not completely connected to the outside world, and these intelligence and records do not come from the spirit world, but...

…the memory of the land itself?

The True Creator couldn't help but think of the "memory of disaster" he experienced during his own deification ceremony. This memory included so many people, so many cities, so many different perspectives and identities. Compared with the memory of a certain person or some people, it was indeed more like a record from a spatial perspective, a proof of existence.

However, being able to do all this proved that he had established stable communication with his other half and was able to use the other's power.

With a slight sound, a book that looked ordinary fell into Edward's hands. He flipped through it roughly, looked at the contents of the book, then looked at the ground under his feet, and asked in confusion, "City on the Cliff?"

There is a wasteland all around, with no mountains or cliffs.

The True Creator's eyes moved slightly. This name evoked some extremely distant memories of Him.

Edward shook his wrist, and the thick book began to turn pages automatically. As the pages turned, the world around him suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a mountain appeared out of thin air, and countless illusory bricks, stones, and wood flew up from the ground. Bricks several centimeters wide built thick walls, and stone slabs paved the wide ground. A city with obvious giant style and delicate patterns and carvings that humans love rose from the ground. The huge city was built on the mountain, and the winding mountain roads were neat and beautiful.

It was as if time had gone back and phantoms of the city's residents appeared. They were blurry and unclear, chatting and laughing with each other, and some were hawking their wares.

The city gradually shrank, as if it had been expanded many times before reaching its final size. The city walls disappeared, the walls turned into raw materials, the ground changed from stone slabs to ordinary dirt roads, and the clothes of the people passing by also quickly became simple or even shabby, with only a few pieces of cloth wrapped around their bodies.

Then, the number of people gradually decreased, the number of giants increased rapidly, and occasionally elves appeared. And almost every giant was accompanied by some thin and frail humans who were wrapped in a few simple pieces of cloth or even naked.

Edward flipped through the book, and the illusion of the city kept changing with his movements, like the progress bar of a video.

The True Creator gazed at the city and suddenly asked, "How did it get destroyed?"

Edward paused in turning the pages of the book and went straight to the last few pages.

The magnificent city built on the mountain suddenly began to tremble violently, as if an unprecedented earthquake had suddenly struck. The faces of the walking human phantoms all showed expressions of astonishment.

Some extraordinary people came out to maintain law and order, evacuate the crowd, and let them go to the shelters prepared in the city, but then, the whole sky suddenly turned dark, lightning flashed, and silver sword light cut through the sky. An aftermath came, and the whole mountain was cut in half like tofu.

Mountains collapsed.

No one had time to resist. The city and its people were shattered and buried in rubble and mud.

The light between heaven and earth disappeared, shadows flowed over, and the remains of the mountain and the city melted into the bloody darkness. Then, more than a thousand years passed, and under the gathering of the Extraordinary, monsters hurried over, digging the soil to look for the remaining Extraordinary characteristics, and strange Extraordinary plants grew. The ruins of this raised hill and the city on the cliff slowly disappeared, and no trace could be found anymore.

The book was closed, and the story came to an end. Edward observed the True Creator and asked curiously, "Have you been here?"

“Being here means my destination is not far away.”

The true Creator did not answer this question directly. He lowered His eyes and scanned the wasteland beneath His feet, with a sigh in His voice.

"...I walked out of the Chaos Sea and wandered around the Eastern Continent for a long time in confusion. This strange world was full of horrors and strange monsters. Even I myself became a stronger monster with sacred and strange powers."

"Then, in a small village on the mountain, I finally saw humans, humans who were born as slaves."

"In fact, compared to them, the giants are quite gentle. Although they treat humans as toys and play bad games with them, at least they don't eat humans, don't enjoy killing humans, and don't discuss what age of humans tastes best. They don't make me feel too disgusted."

His words stopped here. The True Creator raised his head, looked into the distance, and chose a direction to move forward.

Edward listened to His speech carefully, and thought seriously for a while about at what age the human meat is of the best quality. Then he stopped thinking about this topic, put the book in his hand into his collection cabinet, and followed.

……

"Republic or constitutional monarchy, that is the question."

Richard looked around and said, "Anyway, let's not build a kingdom. I think it doesn't matter whether the Highlands have a king or not. Does anyone object? I heard that Intis has already started to implement basic social security and let Beyonders participate in production and labor. Do we really need a so-called royal family to support us? In the past, perhaps a strong leader was indeed needed to unite the Highlanders. However, look at these royal families. They recognize the reality, actively prepare for war, inspire the people, and correctly use indulgence to liberate combat power... If any of them did not make mistakes, we would not despise them. Now, even the rebels are not using the royal banner to restore the country. What do we still need to create a royal family and expect them to lead us?"

The Bound God remained silent.

"I think... forget it, I'll vote for the Republic." Balanca looked at the Bound God hesitantly. After all, the royal family of Tinicol was considered the Bound God's clan, and being directly rejected by Richard at the beginning still made Him feel complicated.

But even though he was extremely reluctant, he still sat down at the makeshift negotiation table. The rest of the "silent disciples" and "puppets" sat at another square table in the distance, digesting the progress without even breathing.

This small building that was temporarily cleaned up was adorned with glory due to the presence of the Angel of Temperance, the King of Curses and the Bound God. There is a feeling that it will become a new pilgrimage site for the Rose School for at least the next ten years.

It's a pity that Sua is not here, otherwise the angels of the Rose School would gather together to discuss the future, which would be an unprecedented grand occasion.

"It seems that you two also feel that the Highlands do not need a royal family, or rather, do not need a royal family with too much real power."

Seeing that the three had reached a consensus, Barranca raised the next question:
"Do we really need a constitutional monarchy? Almost all of the royal family of Tinicole is dead. Of course, if... uh... the great Bound God wants a constitutional monarchy, we can also find the remaining descendants of the royal family of Tinicole in the school to succeed... Then, what should we do with Renette Tinicole, who has become a spiritual creature? After all, she is the favored one of the Bound God."

He was killed by us indulgent people.

"..."

The two men's eyes shifted to the Bound God, who was wearing an inconspicuous robe, had an ordinary appearance and was covered with scars. Tolzner thought for a while, and asked in a voice that seemed to have no emotion:
"What does Renette think of the Highlands now?"

"I don't know. We just resolved the garrison issue two days ago. We don't even have a temporary government now, and we don't have time to notify others." Richard reached out for a cup of coffee, savored the mellow coffee with the flavor of the Pas Valley for a while, and said as he drank, "If you are curious, I will go back to the spirit world to visit Him. I guess the creatures in the spirit world don't care much about the information in the real world. He has been dead for several years."

"Mahamus." He called sideways, "Give me some milk."

The blond curly-haired Mahmoud stood up, then turned and walked out of the small room to get some milk.

"Is Renette's attitude important? I think Renette is probably only a little obsessed with Sua."

Baranca found some sense of participation and said casually: "It is normal for spirit creatures to only retain one or two of the deepest emotions. In Renette's heart right now, I guess the only ones she has are her temperance faction and Suea, who killed her."

"Maybe He also hates you." Richard teased, "After all, it was because of His death that you became the King of Curses."

"I don't care what dead people think."

"The last time I communicated with Him was over a year ago. Anyway, He still dislikes me. It is certainly a good thing to be persistent with your juniors. I also plan to find time to visit Renette and Sharon."

"Visit?" Baranca sneered. "Hehe. Now it's a visit." Richard laughed, "Little Sharon's strength is limited, and she doesn't dare to come to us openly. Since Steve is dead, Maric should have become a vengeful spirit. The two young vengeful spirits can't unite the temperance faction that fled to the northern continent, and they can't surrender to their deadly enemies. They are just insignificant children. Why should I pay attention to them?"

"You seem to have gained a lot from your trip to the Northern Continent this time."

"It's a lot indeed. I saved a little girl from a wealthy family." The Temperance Angel brought over the tray with coffee on it. The plain tray without any pattern grew clusters of flower-like patterns. "The little girl is a viewer with good psychological quality. I'm planning to bring her here to treat the lunatics and psychopaths here. The mental hospital is almost full of low-level members."

"Audience?" Barranca asked curiously. "Psychological Alchemy Society?"

"Maybe."

As they were talking, Mahmus knocked on the door and entered with a milk jug. Richard handed the coffee to him and asked the Bound God on a whim, "Now is a good time for afternoon tea. Would you like some snacks? It seems that the sacrifice we gave you only includes blood sacrifice, but no food."

The Bound God looked at Him but did not express any clear objection.

Richard waved his hand and called to Mahmus who had just returned to his seat: "Prepare some refreshments for our respected God!"

Mahmus, whose butt had not yet touched the cushion, was silent for two seconds, then stood up again and left.

"That's off topic. Let's continue talking about Renette."

Richard cleared his throat and looked at the Bound God:

"It seems that God has not figured out a solution either. Then let's discuss whether the republic is necessary. First of all, from the perspective of productivity, I think our prisoners and criminals are really rotten. The significance of our low-sequence existence may only be to provide psychiatrists with mental patients to play as. We are almost useless in terms of people's livelihood. Do you have any objections?"

"I basically agree with your point of view, but I think our moderate role play still has some effect on society."

Barranca immediately retorted:
"The Balam Empire can employ skeletons for farming, and so can our zombies."

Richard couldn't help but chuckled. "How many times have I told you that moderation is a social moral requirement? Can you eat this stuff? You can, but can others? According to what you said, we prisoners are actually useful in terms of productivity. You see, as long as we reach Sequence 2, we can use the invincible Transfiguration Curse to make food!"

“…I’m not discussing this with you!”

"By the way, has the bread been distributed?"

"It has been distributed as a working meal." Barranca continued, "The city that was damaged by the school is being renovated recently. There are many jobs and people are very motivated."

"Well, that's good." Richard thought, "What does the new city plan look like? Show me the design later."

"Row."

The two angels were chatting, and Mahmus walked up carefully and placed a soft and delicious milk pancake in front of the Bound God. The Bound God, who was sitting in the main seat, nodded to him. The latter felt honored to receive the feedback of the potion and returned to his seat. Tolzner looked at his two angels with great restraint, and felt that there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between them.

Although the topic kept changing, from the new Highland State political system to Renette's views and positions, to the productivity of prisoners and urban renovation work, it always overlapped with a strange frequency, communicated smoothly, and then returned to the most important things again.

"Well, I think my point of view is a bit biased."

Richard stroked his chin and said, "You're right. Since werewolves don't want brains, we can just let them do manual labor. The zombies can be sent to farm, and the resentful spirits can go into the factory to control the machines... No, it's better not to do that. One resentful spirit is enough to keep half of the textile factory running normally, which is not good for the people. How does the Balam Empire deal with it?"

Barranca spread his hands:
"The current policy of the Archons of the Balam Empire is to let Beyonders do most of the work, and then use the productivity of Beyonders to improve the welfare and living standards of the people. The work form is equivalent to that of a bishop. Beyonders of middle sequence and above are in charge of the city, and some low-sequence Beyonders participate in city activities. The supporting laws have not yet been issued, but probably because of the absolute control of the Death God Path from top to bottom, there have not been too many negative effects so far, and the Beyonders of the Death God Church have not expressed dissatisfaction."

The Bound God tore the pancake into small pieces, listening to this political intelligence that meant nothing to Him without any reaction.

He felt the normal sensation of food colliding with his mouth, and used it to stabilize his own state and humanity as if he were doing research.

Richard thought seriously for several minutes, then he uttered a sound.

“We should discuss the attitude towards the people first.”

"What do you mean?"

"Are you planning to let the Beyonders take care of everything, liberate their productivity, improve people's welfare, and raise them like pets? Or are you planning to let the Beyonders' power be used by ordinary people, so that ordinary people can correctly recognize and understand the Beyonders, and gradually establish the idea of ​​changing the world by correctly using the Beyonders' power?" Richard knocked on the table. His words made Baranca look thoughtful, and the demigods pricked up their ears. "The first option is the simplest and does not require thinking. With Beyonders' abilities, we can take care of all aspects of society. But if this continues, in the long run, Beyonders' contempt for ordinary people will become more serious."

“It’s serious now.”

Richard whispered, "Last full moon, a resentful soul indulged himself and failed to adjust in time, sucking the souls of more than fifty people in the entire village. After waking up, he did not feel guilty. His guilt and sadness were only because he was going to be executed. Strength, power, money, all temptations will alienate people, especially our path that is full of temptation and indulgence."

"It doesn't matter." Barranca said, "The situation in the northern continent is worse."

"Can you compare it to the Creator Church in the northern continent?"

When it comes to the Creator Church, considering that he and others still need to depend on the other party to survive, Balanca has to be more serious:
"Appreciate further details."

"Don't ask me, you'll know when you go there and see for yourself next month."

The Aurora Society itself has a deep foundation. After it occupied the Eternal Blazing Sun Church without a single drop of blood, its power reached an astonishing level. The Creator Church can train low-sequence Beyonders to enter various industries to promote production, ignore the condemnation of the Earth Mother Church and directly encourage the families of church members to become "farmers", and even let the Steam Church participate in labor, but the Rose School cannot do that.

The Rose School... The Rose School is successful if it can restrain its members to work hard.

Richard took a few bites of lemon in his heart.

"We need to observe and discuss more about how to treat the people. Since we don't intend to learn from the Balam Empire, we can't restore the country overnight... How about we discuss the details of tonight's battle?"

……

"The True Creator and that terrible God have both entered the East Continent?"

Deep inside the Sodlak Palace, upon hearing the secret report, George III, who had almost merged with the shadows, suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed in his deep blue pupils.

The true God of the demonic path... or the alien left a deep impression on George III. It was almost impossible not to feel fear when he thought about it. At the same time, he was not only puzzled as to why the real creator suddenly went to the God-forsaken Land, but also about another thing -

This information was actually provided to him by the Storm Church!

The Church of Storms, which has always given people a sense of recklessness and rudeness, actually surpassed George III's hounds in the speed of intelligence gathering!

"…You did a great job. Go down."

After dismissing the demigod who was reporting, George III stood up from his high-backed chair and slowly paced around the palace, frowning as he pondered the possible implications of this intelligence. The Church of Storms was so sensitive about this matter, and there must be something else going on. These mysteries had already been recognized by Storm and Night, but he, who could call himself the emperor, didn't even know about them.

His eyes glanced slightly towards the corner of the palace, where an inconspicuous paper man was pasted in the dark among the ornaments.

"Sir Zaratul, what do you think?"

The paper figurine trembled twice and uttered the old man's unclear whisper: "I have a guess..."

"Oh?"

"According to the legends recorded by my ancestors, the Creator walked out of the Eastern Continent and opened the glorious Third Age." Zaratul recalled his life before he was an angel. As a human being, he had certainly been young and sat beside his elders and listened attentively to their stories. Now, times have changed, his ancestors are gone, his family is gone, and he has become an old man, but there are no younger generations who will sit beside him and listen to their stories.

He laughed and said, "My ancestors said that there might be some secrets in the Eastern Continent. The True Creator returned there, perhaps because He wants to take back His believers, or because there are some secrets in the Eastern Continent."

"What the church is concerned about is the itinerary of the true Creator, or the secrets of the East Continent?"

George III did not say the name of the Lord of Storms. As He is now the King of Angels, it would be easy for Him to attract the other party's attention.

"…It looks like it's time to act."

George III exhaled lightly. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he was not a fool. He would not explore ancient secrets that had nothing to do with him when there were more important things at hand.

Cooperating with the Church of Storms and gaining the tacit approval of the Church of Night... This was something that was unthinkable a few months ago, but now it has come true.

George III paced back and forth, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

Such joy, His long-cherished wish is already within reach.

TBC
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This is the update for the 7th, I wrote a little more.

I'll rub chapter 8 when I wake up.

(End of this chapter)