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

Chapter 359 In a dream
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In a small Taoist temple, a slightly plump middle-aged man wearing round black sunglasses was fiddling with a few copper coins.

Old copper coins fell casually on the sand table in front of him. The middle-aged man squinted his eyes from time to time, pushed his sunglasses, collected money with one hand and calculated with the other. He sighed, lamenting that his fortune was not good today, and said that he would have bad luck tomorrow and must not go out.

The Taoist temple is a very deserted place, and it is common for no one to come to burn incense for ten days or half a month. He leaned against the faded altar, with a piece of apple placed next to him for everyone to share, and a slice of orange in his mouth. Behind him was a wooden statue with an unclear face and a half-smile. The wooden statue was wearing a Taoist robe, and at first glance it seemed that you could see the facial features, but if you looked closely, you couldn't see any facial features, but it seemed to be looking at you from all angles. The expression was not as compassionate as in the myth, but instead revealed a sense of freedom in playing with the world.

The slightly plump middle-aged man sat casually on the futon, suddenly grabbed a pear and threw it towards the door.

The door of the Taoist temple was open, and suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere at the door, and the pear thrown to him was caught by that man.

The thin middle-aged man who appeared out of nowhere took a bite of the pear and strode to the altar. The man wearing sunglasses also stood up. The two of them skillfully emptied the incense burner in front of the wooden statue, cleaned it, and then inserted three new incense sticks, replaced the plate with new fruits and vegetables, and bowed a few more times, with smoke rising.

"Why did you buy so many peaches? Bring more apples next time." Sunglasses leaned over to take a look. "I love them."

"Wulian Tianzun, watch your mouth, or Tianzun will punish you."

Sunglasses snorted, "I'm glad that the Heavenly Lord punishes me! The Heavenly Lord has never appeared in the world, but fortunately, we still have the Dao of God to be the last one. If we hadn't been able to cultivate to this level, I would have almost suspected that the Heavenly Lord was deliberately making fun of us."

After that, Sunglasses sighed and picked up the copper coins one by one. "What do you, a student, know? Business is not good now! The fortune-telling business has been taken away by Tianji. Only some talismans and substitute dolls for warding off disasters can be sold. I think Tianji's stargazing is much more popular than my fortune-telling and divination. It can tell the stars, the southern and northern dippers, good and bad fortune, and is really wonderful. Fifty years ago, I stood on the roadside with a flag that said 'Iron Mouth and Straight Forward'. There were so many customers and I could make thousands of dollars a day."

The thin middle-aged man shook his head: "It's really different now than it was in the past..."

The man in sunglasses was about to say something when suddenly, he lost his grip and the coins in his hand all fell to the ground, making a mess on the sand table.

In an instant, the thin man saw various expressions of astonishment, tension, surprise, shock, etc. on his fellow students' faces.

"Is there something wrong with this hexagram?" he asked quickly.

"No, there's no problem, this..." The slightly fat middle-aged man pushed up his sunglasses and stuttered, "Why, there's suddenly a clue? It's bad! Could it be that I was discovered when I said something bad about Tianzun just now?"

"My Lord Wuliang Tianzun! I have been practicing diligently for a hundred years and have never missed a single offering. Could it be that you have heard bad things about me?"

At this moment, the thin man raised his head and looked towards the door of the Taoist temple, only to see a paper egret falling from the sky and appearing outside the threshold of the Taoist temple. It unfolded and folded itself into a letter.

Seeing the signature, the thin man frowned and hesitated whether to open it.

"Oh no, the bad things I said about Tianji just now have been discovered." Sunglasses didn't bother to collect the copper coins. He quickly stood up with the help of the altar and ran to the door. "Open it quickly! Xiaoyaozi, this is a big deal!"

"Tianji invited us to reminisce about the past and said he had something important to discuss." As soon as the letter was torn open, it turned into a data stream that flowed into the minds of the two people, expressing the sender's emotions, thoughts, and even the words he wanted to say in great detail, down to the specific moment, and also constructed a simple three-dimensional map in the minds of the two people, marking the location of the meeting place. Xiaoyaozi looked at the copper coin on the ground and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's important."

"More details?"

"It's a very important matter!"

Xiaoyaozi was silent for a second: "Can you explain it clearly?"

"Hey, you'll know when the time comes!" The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses bent down in a hurry, put away the copper coins and the sand table, and ran back in a hurry, taking the initiative to stand next to Xiaoyaozi, "This is a big deal, when has I, Bu Suanzi, ever lied to you?"

"Let's go quickly, don't waste time!"

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For a moment, Klein felt that his flesh and blood would grow eyes, his ears would turn into speakers, and then in a very short time he would transform into a monster made up of eyes, just like Cattleya.

But nothing happened as he imagined. They just looked and left without even giving him any knowledge.

“Are those eyes really the Hidden Sage? But His gaze does not carry any knowledge… The appearance of the Hidden Sage clearly represents both mumbling and knowledge, but this time, those eyes were almost close to Cattleya and me, but there was no movement…”

The spiritual scene just now caused great psychological damage to Klein. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep for more than ten minutes before he "woke up" exhausted.

Richardson, the personal butler who had been keeping an eye on his employer's movements, immediately came over:

"Sir, you are awake, would you like something to drink?"

There's something to drink. It's worthy of being a shelter near Queens. The underground facilities are quite complete... Klein was overwhelmed with emotions. His throat was indeed dry right now, so he smiled and nodded: "A cup of warm tea. It's better to make it a little hotter so that I can warm my hands."

"Ok."

Richardson left.

Dwayne Dantès yawned, pretending to be still sleepy, and continued to sit in the chair in the corner, closing his eyes to rest.

His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split. His severe spiritual overdraft caused his physical condition to deteriorate rapidly and even began to affect the surrounding environment.

The most obvious thing was that the gas lamps in the underground shelter flickered, and spiritual creatures were constantly flashing in the shadows, causing other refugees to shout in panic. Klein had no time to care about other things. Although the dissipated power caused some changes in the environment, it was ultimately harmless. He squinted his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and his arms were still flowing as they rebuilt their bones and skin.

Richardson is back.

In his hands he held a tray with a ceramic cup on it, along with some sugar cubes and a jug of milk.

Klein didn't reach out to take it, so he smiled and pointed to the small table next to him: "Put it here for now. I'll do it myself later."

"Okay." Richardson didn't doubt it.

The valet put down the tray and milk and returned to his seat to wait for his employer's further instructions. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and continued to meditate, meditating out countless large and small golden light balls to stabilize his somewhat bad state.

"This time it's really dangerous..."

At this time, he saw that his valet and butler Walter were both frightened by a shadow that flashed across the wall. Although it was just an illusion created by the "trickster" instinctively, when he thought that one of them was a former member of the Spiritual Cult and the other was a loyal supporter of Edessak who had contact with the witch Triss, they were both a little trembling at the moment, and Klein couldn't help laughing.

The arms that had turned into liquid flesh with tumors slowly reshaped inside his sleeves. Klein clenched his fists and then opened them again. After repeating this several times, he reached out and picked up the ceramic teacup on the small table, poured himself a cup of hot water, and drank it slowly.

"Huh - I feel like I'm finally alive."

The hot water flowed down his esophagus into his stomach. The reassuring heat gradually penetrated the wall of the ceramic cup and touched his palms. Klein's headache was relieved, and his mental burden was also reduced a lot.

“Haha, I didn’t expect that a small figure like The Fool could actually participate in the fight between the gods…”

At least three true gods took part in the battle, and The Fool provided some insignificant help… I'll have something to chat with everyone at the Tarot Club later, if someone asks me… He thought, and slowly closed his eyes again, intending to take a serious nap.

He soon fell into a vague light sleep.

As Klein fell asleep, the atmosphere in the underground shelter gradually returned to peace.

Having stayed in Sefirah Castle for quite a long time today, his inspiration was greatly enhanced. He saw many strange omens in his light sleep, but Klein couldn't see them clearly. Sometimes it was the sun hovering above the sea level, seemingly rising and sinking, and strange shadows and flames. Sometimes it was the moon changing its phases in sequence, and sometimes it was the scenery of the spirit world - the basis for judging the spirit world was the seven pure lights. Sometimes it was pure scenery, but he didn't know where it came from in the world, or if it was simply a fantasy pieced together by memory.

Although it was vague, he could still enjoy these bizarre scenes, treating them as one interesting dream after another.

After an unknown amount of time, a special thing approached him. When the first eyeball appeared in his dream, Mr. Dwayne Dantès's eyebrows slowly twisted into knots, which made his butler and valet a little worried. Klein knew he was dreaming. In his dream, he stared at the transparent eye.

He remained awake to a certain extent, yet was confused by unbearable sleepiness. The eye that seemed to be the hidden sage had somehow appeared in his dream, which reminded him of the first time he saw Medici in the underground ruins of Tudor. After he returned, he also had a dream related to Medici's life... Perhaps it was some residual influence that was magnified due to his poor condition.

Then, he saw himself - it was very strange, just like a real dream, you have your own perspective, and at the same time you know your appearance and attire. Klein could hardly open his eyes, but the appearance he knew was still the black-haired and black-eyed Klein, wearing a formal suit, a top hat, and holding a cane. He stood in this foggy world in his dream, feeling as if he was waiting for something.

Waiting for whom?
Not sure, but he thought of Waiting for Godot.

Is this the kingdom of the Hidden Sage, or a scene? Does the Hidden Sage have a life story? Is He really not a unique product of activation?
If it's just some residual effects, then there's no problem. It doesn't matter. Sefirah Castle will take action. Klein yawned and stood there with his eyes squinted comfortably, waiting for something to happen around him, just like when Medici led a legion to hunt the dragon.

There seemed to be something in the thick white fog around him. Klein looked inside and saw something familiar yet unfamiliar—green tiles and white walls, a small courtyard with three entrances, as if a filming set from the Republic of China era had been set up right in front of Klein. Then the extras also entered the scene. There seemed to be someone in the small courtyard. A young man wearing loose clothes in a very Chinese style was walking back and forth to the school with a book in his arms. Then the shadow that looked like flowers in the fog grew larger and larger, and neighborhoods appeared, and finally expanded into a small town.

The Hidden Sage's huge eyes hung above the small town, staring at the people below like the sun.

Klein watched with great interest, thinking that this dream was quite realistic. He didn't even remember that he used to like watching TV dramas set in the Republic of China era.

The only thing is that the hidden sage’s big eyes look a little strange and don’t quite fit in with this Republic of China film set.

The TV series from the Republic of China continued to play, and Klein was amused as he watched. It turned out that this was a fantasy film about cultivating immortals.

The small courtyard in front of him was a school, and the protagonist was the one with the best grades. Klein watched the protagonist study hard all the way, and was later recommended to a small mountain sect. The method of cultivation was to study hard every day, feel carefully, and get close to the Taoist master worshipped in his sect. Seeing this, Klein frowned. He vaguely felt that the hidden sage seemed to be conveying some information to him, or that this dream seemed to have some other symbolic meaning, and it was a very incredible hidden meaning, but he was having a hard time thinking about it now.

First of all, it was impossible for a small courtyard in the Republic of China to appear in a world similar to the 19th century in the West. This was because this world had not developed any culture similar to that of the East. Even the ancient elves that Klein mistakenly believed to be related were truly native civilizations.

Could it be that this is not imagination, nor my memory, but the memory of some secret peeker, or even the hidden sage himself?

Klein shuddered and wanted to deny this speculation himself, but he didn't know whether the people in the "cocoon" on Sefirah Castle could be from the Republic of China!

But there are only four positions so far? Aren’t all four already occupied?

Klein was puzzled. Then, he saw that the ordinary daily life of cultivating immortals suddenly changed. The young man was valued because of his similarity to the Taoist master. When he was almost fifty years old, his master took the risk to "combine with the Tao", but failed...

If "being valued because of his similarity to the master" was just a little familiar, then "failure to merge with the Dao" made him open his eyes wide at once - Klein knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel like he was dreaming - because the master who failed to ascend had countless eyes on his body, and those eyes were rolling around, just like "out of control"! Soon, his memory began to become scattered, and every book he had read and every article he had written flew into the air in the form of text and pictures. His flesh and blood began to be digitized, and everything around him began to turn into text and data. Finally, this data was thrown into a small door and completely disappeared.

The male protagonist, whose temples were already graying, waited eagerly for a long time, but when he saw that the data belonging to his master did not come out, he left sadly.

"Hidden Sage..."

Klein's pupils trembled violently.

That was clearly the "Secret Peeper" losing control! Those eyes were the form of the mythical creatures of this path!
But these people in front of him did not take the potion, but relied on some strange means to obtain similar powers, so that Klein, who had a fixed mindset, did not think of it as extraordinary for a moment, and subconsciously treated it as a fantasy story.

Later, Klein saw that the protagonist did not give up and was still persevering in learning - he realized that this was actually acting.

No, this is not like acting. If the core of the "acting method" of the potion system is that I am acting as a "fortune teller" instead of being a "fortune teller", then these people have failed in their acting. Because they regard themselves as "mystery peepers", "astrologers", and "occultists". Not only do they call themselves that, but they also persevere in self-improvement.

Klein's eyes widened. He now fully realized that this was definitely not his memory, nor was it his imagination. He could not imagine such a strange world. This was something related to the Hidden Sage, and it might even be a message from the Hidden Sage!
The protagonist continued to grow and learn, and it seemed that nearly a hundred years had passed. He had gray hair and became famous, and the small mountain sect had gradually become what a large sect should be.

Until one day, the protagonist woke up in the middle of the night, quietly closed the door, walked into the side hall, and ascended.

"This is not ascension at all!"

Klein couldn't help it.

"This world only has the spirit world, there is no room for you to ascend!"

"Their 'He Dao' and 'Ascension'...are they actually equivalent to eating the uniqueness or sequence one raw?! No, they don't seem to have a very clear division...If they forcefully accommodate the uniqueness, his master will not disappear...What is going on..."

Klein was a little confused. He saw the protagonist walk into the side hall, open the small door disguised as an attic, and walk in.

The small door was open, and he did not walk out. He did not become a digitized flesh and blood like his master. But after a long time, Klein saw a stream of information flying out of the small door, landing on the ground, and turning into the appearance of the protagonist.

Then, the protagonist waved his hand, and another set of data landed on the ground, changing into the appearance of his master. When the two met, there was no feeling of separation after decades of death, nor the joy of a master and apprentice meeting. They laughed and discussed knowledge, and they were in perfect harmony with each other.

In Klein's eyes, these two people are made up of data and information, there is no difference.

Watching two living people turn into data one after another, and the one behind putting the one in front back together, Klein couldn't help but feel horrified. He seemed to see himself manipulating two puppets to play a question-and-answer game.

"Their system is related to the extraordinary, but there is no potion involved... where does their power come from?"

No one answered this question. The protagonist "came out of seclusion" and announced it to the world. The entire sect was filled with laughter, but Klein no longer had any interest in watching. He now urgently wanted to know one thing - where was this place similar to the Republic of China?

He couldn't hear the conversation between the people inside, but he could understand their lip movements!

Being able to understand lip movements and piece together some conversations means that people living in this Republic of China world use a language that is very similar to Chinese, and may not have changed much!

Their long gowns and Taoist robes, the vertically written texts, the candied haws, buns, and soy milk on the street also made Klein feel an indescribable sense of familiarity. The part of Klein's soul that belonged to Zhou Mingrui became more active than ever before. He even subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to get closer to the world in the fog, wanting to take a closer look at where this city was and how he could get there.

At this moment, a roar suddenly exploded in Klein's ears:
"'The Fool'! The yellow and black king who controls good luck! Is 'The Fool' here? Any more support? Give me some more!"

The roar woke Klein up. Dwayne Dantes opened his eyes with a snap. Then he heard the hunter's distinctive curse in his ears: "Damn demon, you are jealous because I am more compatible with disaster and doomsday than you are, right? You know nothing about disaster! You can't even understand the disaster and doomsday when they are handed to you! Ha, war! Only war can destroy everything!"

Klein showed an extremely painful expression, so painful that Richardson and Walter felt like they were facing a great enemy and planned to find a doctor for their employer as soon as possible.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I just... had a nightmare."

Mr. Fool waved his hand and called back the butler and the valet who wanted to leave. He rubbed his face resignedly, opened his eyes firmly, and forced himself to temporarily put aside the world of blue tiles and white walls in his dream.

"Why is it the 'War Angel' Medici asking for help..."

True Creator, how many people have you told this honorable name to?
How many High Sequences still believe that "The Fool" really exists!

In the underground shelter, Mr. Fool, who was only Sequence 4, covered his face in despair. However, because of the dream he had just had, he was in a good mood. He even laughed twice, "My participation rate in this God War is very high! I never dared to think about it before..."

What to do this time?

Providing support to the Angel God was awkward the first time but became more proficient the second time. Klein was no longer nervous and began to think calmly.

Zhou Mingrui shrank back quietly. He was now Klein Moretti again.

TBC
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It’s such a joy to write about the fictional Western Continent. Let’s enjoy life today and not worry about being stabbed in the back later!
(End of this chapter)