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

Chapter 370 Hostility
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At the same time, Treanor looked into the eyes of Renette's three heads. He took a slow breath and the sparks on his hand-rolled cigarette quickly retreated.

This looks like a wounded, no, a dead angel, a bit like Medici. Traynor thought, not sure, look again.

Fortunately, I often deal with angels, so I am not too afraid of this kind of creatures. I also know when to shut up and when to agree. Otherwise, if an ordinary saint suddenly bumps into an angel while walking, he might be scared.

The Aurora Society was really particular. A saint could actually take a disabled angel as a contracted creature? This should be the "Angel of Destiny" or "Angel of War" who helped with the contract, right? Is this guy their favored one? Or is he the favored one of the true Creator?
Treanor suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if he was outdone in terms of contracted creatures. As a descendant of an angel who was already a Sequence 8 and had a predetermined messenger, this was indeed a new experience. He thought of his own cat, a cat that required a pearl every time it delivered a letter. He thought of Riel over and over in his mind, and after thinking of all its shortcomings, he had to admit that compared to his own cat, this four-headed incomplete angel was more handsome.

Maybe Riel's demon form can still make up for it in terms of handsomeness, but he has completely lost in terms of power.

Staring at an angel is very impolite, even if it is actually the other party staring at him, so Trainor only looked at it for two seconds and turned his head to the side, looking at the bloody mass on the ground that was wriggling and wailing slightly. Trainor then noticed that this area seemed to have reduced its interaction with the outside world. This wriggling saint did not restrain his spirituality. The mumbling of the real creator, his spirituality and negative emotions were scattered all over the place, making people's heads buzz. Seeing this, Trainor also threw a mental link over to stabilize the state.

Klein shook his head. This time he could hear the clear version of the Dark Saint's muttering.

By the way, this seems to be a vengeful spirit?

He felt that the angel's appearance was somewhat special, and seemed to be somewhat similar to Richard, and he immediately came up with some bad guesses.

The hunter was not very familiar with creatures in the spirit world, but he was quite familiar with the "prisoner" path, and was also quite familiar with the Rose School. He was more than 60% sure that this angel was the "prisoner"... Then the next thing was a bit bad. Where was a dead prisoner angel most likely to come from? Without a doubt, the Rose School. So who were the angels who died in the Rose School?

The temperance faction.

The spell he brought finally attracted the High Sequence? Walking on the street, you can see a broken temperance angel falling from the sky. Trena is actually not very interested in the internal division of the Rose School. The fact that the temperance angels claim to belong to the indulgence faction has made most people, even the Rose School itself, confused. Now that the internal rectification of the Rose School is in full swing, the division between the so-called indulgence and temperance factions has become more blurred. The continued use of these names is completely out of habit.

Is Richard restrained? Treanor thinks he is very restrained. Given his temper, isn't it restrained enough that he didn't kill people indiscriminately in the Northern Continent?

But He happened to be an indulgent person.

With his status and ability, he had some cooperation with both factions. Anyway, he could make money. Considering that the Rose School was now in power in the eyes of the outside world, the Bound God had fallen, and the Highlands and the Valley had fallen... Treanor wanted to laugh. But he couldn't laugh in front of this four-headed angel, so he took a step and walked away carelessly.

Klein noticed this little episode and felt that the atmosphere seemed a little subtle, yet a little vague. However, a strange emotion that made him want to sneer came from the mental link. This emotion was fleeting and was drowned out by the Dark Saint's mumbling.

Renette Tinicole's head gradually turned back, leaving only one part of her head still paying attention to Treanor's movements. The image of this person seemed to appear in her memory, but it was only an inconspicuous corner, gradually disappearing under the extreme emotion of her own death.

And His spirit also reminded Himself that there was no need to do anything.

Seeing the messenger finally looking at him, Klein said, "Thank you for your help. I will raise the reward and send it to you."

Three thousand gold pounds was not a small amount. Klein had a good reputation and every transaction was completed smoothly. Reinette Tinicole did not say anything, but just nodded, ready to lift the blockade and leave after the Dark Saint recovered.

As he spoke, the spirit of the squirming flesh under his feet gradually calmed down, and cracks gradually appeared in the meridians and flesh, and a hand grew out. Then, the scattered flesh and blood around were attracted and gathered, and the crime scene began to gradually return to normal. But as the environment became normal, the style of the Dark Saint's painting became more and more abnormal. The flesh and blood gathered together, and first a group of eyes emerged, and then the eyes slowly broke and merged into the flesh and blood again, and then another small hand grew in the palm of the hand that was already covered with skin.

This mass of flesh and blood was kneaded at will like plasticine, and the soul of the flesh and blood seemed to be recalling the structure of human beings.

Klein slowly turned his head away. He didn't want to see similar scenes. He always felt that everything in front of him was missing a mosaic.

Even if the Faceless Man lost control, he would just collapse and melt like a candle, or break into countless spirit insects. Compared with the appearance of the Dark Saint, Klein felt that his loss of control and the form of the mythical creature were pleasing to the eye.

...Oh, it's not that there are no mosaics. The Secret Prayer's control of the shadows is naturally blurred, but every part of the Dark Saint's "body" is indescribable. Klein feels that everything in front of him is restricted as if it has no mosaics.

"It's you, X."

The two eyes that were wandering around, searching for a position, settled down and focused smoothly, and saw Klein with a complicated expression.

“…I never thought I could be saved. Praise the Lord and thank you.”

The Dark Saint seemed to have given up on constructing the body parts one by one, and instead planned to start from the beginning like painting a picture. After the eyes found their position, the flesh and blood began to gather towards the head, and a dark red human figure stood up, with messy blood vessels tangled in knots. Every change was a challenge to human acceptance, and even experienced doctors would be stunned by this scene.

Klein tilted his head, not really wanting to respond to him: “Yeah.”

Then he added: "Three thousand pounds for saving you once."

One of Renette Tinicole's heads turned around, glanced at Klein's profile, and then turned back.

"Three thousand pounds for saving me once?"

The Dark Saint's body was basically constructed, but he didn't have skin yet. Without skin, it was difficult for Klein to see his expression. Of course, he didn't want to see it. Just from his tone, he felt a little annoyed:
"Well, originally there should be some, but now that I have been rescued by you, the factory area has been taken over by the Church of the Evil Gods. Our working capital and the property in the base should all fall into their hands."

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but the messenger’s gaze seemed to drift over again, and Klein’s heart skipped a beat.

“…All gone?”

"I have deposits elsewhere. I'll go get them." The dark saint heaved a sigh of relief as his skin and clothes grew back together. He made a cross on his chest. His face was paler than before, but he looked relaxed. "It'll take some time. If you need it urgently, I'll go now." Klein couldn't help but stop him. "If you run around now, you'll be caught again. By then, you'll have more than three thousand pounds."

The Dark Saint chuckled softly:

"I'm not as crazy as you think. The evil god church that just occupied our base must be looting and counting our seals and properties. What's more, the one who came to rescue me is..." He glanced at Renette Tinicole out of the corner of his eye, "...I'm actually safer before they finish the inventory and discuss the next move. If you want to move or relocate, you have to use this time."

Klein was slightly startled, then shook his head: "No need."

Then, he thought of something and asked, "Where are the others in the base? Are you the only one left?"

"Yes, it happened suddenly. Fortunately, today is not a working day." The Dark Saint replied, and once again made a cross on his chest. "If it were not for their dedication, I might not be able to hold on until you come to rescue me. Thank them, they will be with me."

Xesma's expression was very serious and pious, just like every morning class and prayer.

Renette Tinicole did not react. Klein looked at the Dark Saint in shock, wanting to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he still did not say anything. The scene before him was more shocking than any words. Through the mental connection, he clearly felt Kosma's emotions at the moment - "calm, peaceful, calm, and envious", and he also knew that his turbulent heart at the moment might have been sensed by the other party, because the Dark Saint frowned slightly, as if he was surprised by the beliefs and thoughts of the God-favored One.

Klein didn't know why these emotions came about, but he still felt horrified.

The Dark Saint looked at him meaningfully and said:

"Thank you again for your help. I will leave first to get the property scattered elsewhere. I can also requisition the property of my sacrificed companions... Then I will go to the safe house. What are you going to do next?"

Now he had no one to protect and no stronghold to defend. With the concealment ability of the secret praying man, it was not difficult for him to avoid the searches of the saints of the church.

Renit Tinicole still had no reaction to this, and seemed not to care about the fact that Klein became an Aurora Society messenger, but her eyes were always on the hunter who was walking further and further away, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Klein was silent for a moment: "Go back to the shelter."

The Dark Saint nodded, looked around thoughtfully, then carefully walked around Renette Tinicole and quickly caught up with Trenor, who had walked to the corner and was picking up a newspaper from the newsstand.

The messenger looked at Klein at this time, shook his four heads, and whispered:

"Red..." "Kid..." "Be careful..." "He..."

Klein was slightly stunned. He did not doubt that the messenger would have other thoughts about him, so he nodded.

"I see. Thank you for your reminder."

……

Treanor tilted his head slightly, ignoring the shadow following him, and looked in a certain direction.

"I can sense your hostility. Although I am weak and insignificant, I have inherited something after all."

"Richard Ernst's associates..."

“What are you doing here…?”

Bright red eyes opened in front of him, looking him up and down with scrutiny and hostility, and the spirituality around them slowly began to flow.

"I am a member of the Aurora Society, and I am considered a member of the True Creator. It is not normal for me to be here. Are you going to attack me?"

Treanor shook his head and sighed, "This will do you no good at all. I'm just a businessman who wants to make money. Your fight has nothing to do with me... Then again, although I don't know who you are, the fact that you're dead is not enough to prove that you're incompetent?"

"Although I don't mind dying, and protecting me may not necessarily earn His favor, but hurting me will definitely draw my father's displeasure."

The Dark Saint was quietly hiding in the shadows. Trena leisurely lit another cigarette for himself, but did not light it, and just held it casually in his hand.

"What do you think?"

TBC
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Separate the double update.

I'm not feeling well. That's strange. I need to take another day off.

(End of this chapter)