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

Chapter 350 Together

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Leonard followed the team closer to the neighborhood where the Harvest Church was located.

From a distance, he saw lights coming through the small windows of the church and could vaguely hear the voices of people talking.

Leonard's heart sank slowly.

He tightened his red gloves and for the first time felt the weight of shackles, almost preventing him from raising his head or moving forward.

……

"…This month's sales have dropped again…"

Outside a large warehouse in the East District, Maria, with her hair tied up and neatly dressed, looked at a stack of reports in her hand. The cigarette in her mouth was not lit, but her expression was as ugly as the dark clouds in the sky.

Mr. Z, who was wearing a black robe as usual, turned his gaze away from Maria's blue eyes and said jokingly:
"Are there any 'lucky ones' who still fall?"

"Yes, it fell. The economy has been bad recently, and the relationship between Loen and other countries is tense. Nothing we do is profitable." Maria put the report aside and changed the direction of the cigarette in her mouth. "It shouldn't be said that 'even if there are lucky people, it still fell'. It should be said that if it weren't for Admisol, we would have gone bankrupt long ago."

Mr. Z frowned, then nodded: "The Aurora Club has also recently had a strong demand to withdraw to Intis. Everyone wants to live in the land where the Lord's light shines. Moreover, the situation in the northern continent is changing too fast. It is very dangerous to continue staying in Loen."

"But in the current situation, you can't even leave the country. Coincidentally, I just got a piece of information yesterday - a saint in our sect escaped the first wave of cleansing, but is now blocked in Lenburg and can't leave. It is said that there is a blockade at the level of a true god. The leader can't go in to save people. He can only continue to hide in Lenburg." Maria recalled the report and dropped a heavy bomb. "I guess there are also some in Loen. Can you still use the seal to transfer like before? What does the Dark Saint say?"

"His Highness the Angel of Temperance cannot enter Lunburg?" Mr. Z was a little shocked.

"Well, He said that the law that blocks Lunburg is like the law of the 'Arbitrator'. Only those who sincerely recognize that they are believers of a certain existence can enter and exit..." Maria said slowly, "He didn't tell me whose believer I should become."

"Wind, no, now the Lord of Thunder, the God of Truth?"

"Perhaps... Ever since the True Creator seized Intis, the world seems to have changed."

Maria was feeling a little down, and she wanted to light a cigarette to stimulate her senses. But the wind was too strong, and she would probably be completely blown away by the wind before she could take a few puffs. Considering that tobacco was not cheap, Maria gave up the idea of ​​smoking a cigarette to relieve her mood. She and Mr. Z stood under the shelter outside the warehouse, each thinking about how to evacuate.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Maybe we can retreat to the South Continent or Intis soon. I heard that they are doing well there." The Aurora Club's turnover was also not good, and Mr. Z was also very busy, so he took the initiative to change the subject, "Ma'am, I happen to be on vacation today. Do you have time to go to that South Continent restaurant for dinner later? I heard that their curry is quite good."

Maria nodded, but her mind was not on this at all:

"What are the prices of food?"

"Rye bread has risen to 2 pence a pound, and flour is now 8 pence a liter. Products like beer are also rising in price, not to mention cream, butter, and meat. Food imports have to be reduced. Some workers can't afford food and plan to go back to farming, but when they return, they find that the fields have been abandoned." Mr. Z smacked his lips. "This is a very alarming increase, and it seems that it will continue to rise before the situation stabilizes. It will affect almost all walks of life, except for the top and those who can't afford food in the first place."

A price increase of around 1 penny can stifle countless people.

“The Fettus Foods factory was also affected, but it seems that not much has actually changed.”

Mr. Z said: "For some middle-class and wealthy people, desserts from food factories are still their first choice for banquets. Maybe losing some of the civilian market is not a big deal for them... They are still recruiting workers. It seems that they are always recruiting workers."

Maria took a breath: If the turnover continues to drop like this, we will not be able to pay the wages. No, this month's wages are already very difficult. If it can't recover in the next two months, we can only lay off employees or simply go bankrupt and auction. I heard from the leader and the saints of the sect that the development of the southern continent is slightly better now. There are jobs everywhere. As long as you work hard, you won't starve to death... She wanted to take everyone to the southern continent to make a living, but she couldn't afford a boat, couldn't pass customs, couldn't cross the five seas, and might not even be able to leave the border of Loen.

"Under such circumstances, there should be people who want to sneak into Feynaport, right?" Maria asked casually. "I heard that the priests of Feynaport praise the harvest, and every autumn the harvest is so much that there is more food than can be eaten."

"I'm not sure." Mr. Z shook his head.

Then Mr. Z stopped talking. After a few seconds, the wind died down a little, and Maria took out a box of matches from her pocket and lit one.

Suddenly, the match strangely broke in the middle, and the burning head fell right on her finger.

Then the match rolled all the way down and ignited the corner of her clothes, burning an ugly black mark on this rare neat dress.

Maria frowned. With the good luck given to her by Admisor, such a bad thing would never happen!

Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. She suddenly looked around with her eyes that contained extraordinary abilities. She saw the blurry world around her vibrate strangely, and then it was as if invisible glass cracked. She found that she had not taken out the matchbox at all, and she heard Mr. Z muttering in her ear: "... Your Excellency the Dark Saint was originally expecting to use the seal to transfer, but now with your information, this plan is probably going to be scrapped. We may have to re-plan the plan, just like before, hide first, break up into pieces, and wait for an opportunity. Many nobles have expressed their intention to cooperate with us, such as..."

"Wait." Maria interrupted him, "What question did I ask you just now?"

Mr. Z was slightly stunned, and his slightly hazy eyes returned to normal: "...You asked me about the next move of the Aurora Society."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, and the shadows around him suddenly moved like water waves, and in an instant he discovered an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared around him! At the same moment when the uninvited guest jumped out from the countless shadows with tentacles, Maria's eyes also locked on him. She stretched out her palm, aimed at the agile figure, and clenched it suddenly:

"distortion!"

The uninvited guest's long coat, which looked a bit cumbersome, suddenly wrapped around his legs, and his arms, which were holding a long box, curled up to his chest uncontrollably. But just when he was about to lose his balance, a transparent spirit suddenly appeared at his feet. The extraordinary power exerted by Maria was shared by half after the spirit appeared.

The force that was enough to break a human's bones made the spirit scream in pain, and its form kept changing, but soon, the uninvited guest landed steadily on the ground. His hand brushed across the spirit's body, and the power of peace instantly offset Maria's extraordinary power.

Maria took a half step forward and blocked Sequence 6 Mr. Z behind her.

She noticed the blood-red gloves on the other party's hands. The mobile extraordinary team "Red Gloves" of the Church of Evernight often travels in groups and will not carry out missions alone... There may be other extraordinary people from the Church of Evernight hiding around, which is very dangerous!

Mr. Z's eyes swept over the figure of the uninvited guest with short blond hair, a high collar, and red gloves. His sight suddenly stopped when he saw the long container in the other person's hand that looked like a violin case. He whispered in disbelief:
"The 'Sword of the Goddess' of the Church of Evernight!"

"He's Krestel Cecima!"

A senior deacon of the Church of Night, one of the powerful ones in charge of the holy relics?

Extraordinary people with "Goddess" in their titles are basically destined to become saints!
Maria suddenly realized a problem, or a failure. Although the status of the organization became somewhat awkward and the danger level increased rapidly after the birth of the true god of the demonic path, the Temperance Angel had declared sovereignty in time and arranged for evacuation. At present, the Pilgrimage Sect can barely be regarded as a secret organization with low danger level, almost on the same level as the Moss Ascetic Order. It belongs to the level of "although it is a secret organization, it does not cause much harm to society, and there is no need to fight to the death when meeting." It can even cooperate with the church in some gray areas. But now Mr. Z of the Aurora Society is by her side. For various reasons that everyone knows, the danger level of the Aurora Society is of course beyond doubt. If Loen does not intend to recognize the status of the Creator Church, then it will still be the king of cults in Loen!

"I have heard of your name for a long time. I never thought that someone like me would have the opportunity to meet the legendary 'Sword of the Goddess'."

Maria winked at Mr. Z. Although she knew that it was most likely impossible to resolve the issue peacefully today, she had to delay a little because they did not carry any powerful sealing objects with them and could only struggle to stay alive in this way.

She looked into Cecima's emerald green eyes and spoke in a friendly tone, as if she had met an acquaintance on the street:
"... Well, I remember that our foundation's activities this year have been registered with the church, and there have been no illegal or criminal activities so far. What is the matter with you today, 'Sword of the Goddess'? If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to have a cup of tea."

Kresten Cecima's collar was high, covering the lower half of his face, making it impossible for Maria to see his expression clearly.

"Maria Stevenson."

He looked at Maria and said in a steady and deep voice, "Born in Ahowa County of Loen Kingdom, he grew up in an orphanage belonging to the Ernst Charity Foundation in the west. He came to the East District of Backlund eleven years ago. He is now 33 years old, one of the leaders of the Pilgrimage Sect, and a mid-sequence."

"You really know a lot about a nobody like me. It seems like you're not here as a guest today."

Maria met his eyes, but Krestey just glanced at her twice and then shifted his gaze to Mr. Z behind her.

"One of the 22 divine messengers of the Aurora Society. Your identity and age are unknown, but you are not Mr. A."

...How can you be so bad at talking...Don't people in the True God Church need to communicate with others? Mr. Z was almost so angry that he rolled his eyes.

This introduction is much more concise, because the believers of the true Creator often come from the middle and lower classes, and the messengers of God have basically abandoned their own names and are referred to by code names that symbolize piety. Only those whose identities can bring benefits to the Aurora Society will be known to the top leaders.

The identities of these people are also kept absolutely confidential, unless there is a traitor in the upper echelons of the Aurora Society - and the whispers of the true Creator eliminate the emergence of traitors from the root, so it is basically impossible for the major churches to confirm the names of the messengers of God through normal search methods.

Mr. Z stared at him fiercely through the brim of his hood.

"The two cults have been cooperating for a long time. Now that the Southern Continent and Intis are hostile to the Church of Evernight and the Kingdom of Loen, it is time to clear them out."

Cecima didn't care about their looks. It was nothing more than a desperate struggle. "You don't have to try to call the saint in your Aurora Society base. We have set up a blockade around us. The next target of the Red Gloves will be him."

"It seems like we have to fight to the death today?"

Maria frowned and suddenly asked, "Then, Mr. Sword of the Goddess, you should also know that our foundation has always been in a neutral position and does not belong to any country or any church. Even the children who come out of charity schools will choose to believe in the Seven Gods instead of joining secret organizations. So how will the Church of Evernight deal with the facilities and staff of our foundation?"

"We will do our best to take over and gradually wean them off dangerous beliefs other than the true God."

Maria was stunned for a moment, then clenched her fists.

"Then I have nothing else to say." She whispered, "Why are you always unwilling to give us a chance to live?"

Mr. Z's body instantly disintegrated into shadows and flesh all over the ground. The tentacles of flesh suddenly appeared at the feet of Crestai Cesima and several other Red Gloves members who were lurking in the shadows waiting for an opportunity. Maria pounced on Cesima, and the muscles in her arms and legs instantly filled her clothes.

Lawyers are also good at persuading others with force!
“This is the East District, where we live!” Maria roared. Her voice instantly drowned out the whispers of the red gloves, and her eerie roar echoed under the cloudy sky. “There is no order, no mercy, no charity, and no kindness here!”

"Violence is justice! Status is right!"

And those who possess violence and status are the actual rulers of the East District!
The Red Gloves Team suddenly felt that their connection with the outside world was rapidly weakened. They did not belong to the East District, so they were immediately excluded by the rules of the East District. They involuntarily retreated and lost their balance!

boom!
Maria's fist suddenly collided with the violin case raised by Christa Cecima, and the wooden box instantly shattered into countless pieces, revealing a long sword that seemed to be made of bone.

"Is this the holy relic?" Maria glanced at it. When the two collided, she felt as if her fist had hit a mountain, and it was numb. But she remained calm and increased the force of her fist. The unreasonable barbarian used his strength to force the knee of the enemy, who was also Sequence 5, down a little. "It looks like a piece of bone. Whose bone is it? Leg bone?"

She laughed and said, "Perhaps, Lord Cecima's ribs can also become such a holy object!"

……

"Help me control the Chaos Sea." The real creator suddenly said.

Huh? Edward looked at the words carefully and wrote:
"Are you trying to lighten the mood? I know you're nervous right now, but don't be nervous yet."

“I’m not kidding you. In addition to the help you agreed to give me now, I also need you to do something for me.” The True Creator ignored the teasing of the Outer God and said to himself, “As for the reward, you can make two requests of me. You can’t ask for Klein’s life.”

"...That's boring. My attitude has always been that we can have God but it's better not to have secrets. Don't you have any interest in suppressing the future Heavenly Lord after you have His memories?" Edward shrugged. "Tell me your request first."

"Expand my control over the Chaos Sea. I am very clear about my current state. When I woke up from the dream and realized that I was not God, my control over the Chaos Sea began to decline." The True Creator was completely in a thinking state, and even uttered some professional-sounding words. "Next, I will try to enter the state of 'God' again, and actively accept those memories. Therefore, I need your help to stabilize my cognition as myself and emphasize that my experience on Earth is 'higher' than the worlds I have seen."

"Why are you suddenly trying so hard? God has temporarily left you alone, so you are confident in yourself again?" Edward wrote in a light-hearted tone that was completely different from his serious expression. "Taking the initiative to accommodate God's identity, to put it simply, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"Klein didn't know what he was doing, but I did."

The real creator waved his hand, and the world in the dream was erased bit by bit like a picture on a drawing, revealing the pure white background of the dream.

"His actions saved me, so now it's my turn to help him."

“I will become Him and then do whatever I can to keep God’s attention.”

The pure white dream was quickly dyed with color, with black as the background and stars shining in the sky - that was not a scenery that could be seen on Earth, but a corner of the universe in God's memory.

The True Creator paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the universe without looking back.

TBC
(End of this chapter)