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

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"I have to say, Your Excellency."

After a few words of communication, seeing that the powerful spiritual creature that seemed to be hostile finally chose to leave, the Dark Saint who had been hiding in the shadows and recovering silently couldn't help but say: "Following you, I really feel a strong sense of security."

"Who says it isn't?"

"But who is that?"

The hunter shook his head. "The Rose School of Temperance... I don't know them, but now I remember that since they are hostile to Richard, they must be enemies with that guy. Judging from their appearance and clothes, they should be the Highland Princess who died a few years ago and the agent of the 'Bound God' that existed since the Highland Kingdom became an independent country."

"I wouldn't be surprised if He went to fight Richard. But judging from His current appearance, He isn't very strong."

"The overall strength should be around Sequence 3. Although she can use high-sequence abilities, she is not actually that strong... Just like the Red Angel. After so long, the Red Angel still has strength close to that of an angel. Reinette Tinicole should be even weaker."

"...Are you talking about the respected Red Angel?"

"Ah."

Treanor muttered a few words and held the cigarette between his hands. Then he naturally opened the newspaper in his hand and casually looked at the morning news on it. Then he looked at the notice board in the downtown area of ​​the city and the notice board outside the church and saw a brand new evacuation notice that had just been posted this morning. The reason was a large-scale military activity, requiring all residents to evacuate as much as possible.

Treanor felt the breath of the law above. This was an order to everyone, a request, not a simple notice. Therefore, even in this situation, no one fled, but chose to take refuge obediently.

"Since the emphasis was only on evacuation, we can't escape?"

The hunter thought about it and decided not to leave. He simply found a bench on the street and sat down: "Then I'll wait here."

His boldness and freedom made the Dark Saint dumbfounded. He had some guesses about the identity of this saint whose appearance and personality were as distinct as his. So he coughed lightly, emerged from the shadow under the bench, stood at the handrail, and asked respectfully:

"Your Highness..."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't call me that. I have no intention of becoming a complete mythical creature and continuing my boring life for thousands of years. The Red Angel is right, I'm just an idiot who wants to have a good end on the battlefield." Treanor's eyes were still on the newspaper in his hand. He flipped through the internal property disputes of wealthy families, the big and small strange news, and then stopped at the stock market, reading it intently for several minutes.

Oh. The Dark Saint then changed his words: "The Backlund base has been destroyed. I did not complete the Lord's command. When can I repent?"

"If you want to go to Intis, I'm afraid it won't be possible during this period."

After reading the stock changes, Treanor flipped back and found the daily life chapter in Backlund's daily newspaper that was used to fill the word count. There were recipes, filmings at theaters in different districts of Backlund, and the time and place of some activities. He glanced at it casually to kill time.

"Intis is under attack. If you go there, you'll probably melt in an instant."

Kesma, who had the memory of being surrounded, paused for a moment, with a look of resentment on his face: "These evil gods are still like this, not daring to face the glory of the Lord, and only bully the weak and fear the strong at this time... So what is the situation now?"

"Is the situation important to you? You can't get involved, and you can't change it, so just sit here."

Treanor did not stir, still sitting on the bench reading the newspaper:

"Just wait here. Anyway, as long as we are not destined to die, the savior will appear. If God really intends to destroy the world, none of us will be able to escape. If he really submerges Intis, we will have no way to stop him."

"But……"

He spoke casually, reading the name of the play with great interest, and then reading the book notes and recipes in the sidebar. He then looked up at the Dark Saint standing blankly on the side and said, "If you want to move, go by yourself. I won't follow you. I don't think you need to rush to collect 3,000 gold pounds. If Intis is destroyed, you will be killed on the spot and you won't need to worry about money."

After hearing his answer, the Dark Saint was speechless for a long while.

On the one hand, his heart was filled with words of impeachment against the hunter, but on the other hand he was strangely convinced.

"correct."

Treanor still looked uninterested in anything, but suddenly asked, "Is my father still with you?"

"The Lord has issued an oracle saying that the two great beings will go to the sanctuary together."

"Heading to the Sanctuary?" Trena muttered this sentence in a low voice, and then recalled all the things related to the Sanctuary in his mind, "-Oh, it's the God-Forsaken Land. This travel plan will actually come true one day."

The Land Forsaken by God, he had heard of it. When he was young, his father seemed to always be obsessed with it, and would often tell similar stories in bedtime stories. But he never collected relevant information like the secret organizations did. He only said that the Land Forsaken by God was attracting him and was a place he must go. He seemed to just want to go there and knew what it looked like. On an old world map of his family, there was indeed a rough outline of an "extra" continent. He had sneaked a peek at it when he was a child, and in order to talk to his father more, he pretended to be very interested and asked about it. But because he was not really interested, he had long forgotten the answer.

Trena suddenly found it a bit amusing. Logically speaking, his father's "cooperation" with the real Creator began at the beginning of this era. He didn't expect that His speculation about the God-forsaken Land and the "New World" was not just talk, but He had actually set out now.

"I also saw it when He was in Intis before."

"If it was before, He would have taken the initiative to talk to me in order to show some affection, but now He doesn't. Is He showing 'respect' for a grown-up child? Or does He simply not want to pay attention to me?"

The Dark Saint left, but he still didn't want to wait here, not knowing where to go. Treanor remained on the bench, staring blankly at the newspaper he had already read under the dark sky without street lights, and had no other plans.

"I always feel like He has become a different person... Can the personality and behavior of a mythical creature be changed at will? He has become so talkative now that I don't know what to say to Him."

Treanor was distracted for a while, enjoying the quiet time alone, even turning off the mind link. But he didn't enjoy it for long, because a thunder tore the sky apart, as if the whole earth shook a few times.

... "What did I say before? If you don't want things to go strange, you should have retrieved the Lord of Storms before coming to the East Continent." Edward sat cross-legged on the edge of the Chaos Sea cliff, talking to a stick figure on his notebook, "Look at what's going on outside now. Are you planning on Noah's Ark or Moses' parting of the sea?"

He looked at the frowning stickman holding a cross in his hand, pondered for a few seconds, and then the pencil in his hand turned into a golden watercolor pen. Edward enthusiastically used the watercolor pen to add a head of golden hair on the little stickman's head.

However, as soon as He finished drawing each stroke, the little stickman's blond hair began to fade and turn black. When Edward finished drawing, the little stickman holding the cross in his hand did not grow blond hair, but instead had deep-rooted black hair.

"Well, I can already sense your obsession with your own image."

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was not too surprised by the supernatural events that happened in his writing.

Golden hair belongs to the true Creator, while black hair belongs to God. The omnipotent authority plus the black hair color always reminded Edward of the mixture of all colors until they were so black that they reflected light. Drawing a little man holding a cross on the edge of the Chaos Sea and talking to the Chaos Sea would naturally anchor him to God. The eyes of the little stickman were not colored, just two empty black circles. It was not His turn to color the eyes, and He would not take the initiative to undertake such a degree of mystical connection.

Amon's clone squatted in the distance, sometimes looking at the Chaos Sea, sometimes looking at the devil, pinching his eyes, and not speaking.

"I know you know it all, but I'm so bored right now, so I'll just gossip with you."

The golden watercolor pen turned into a sketching pencil. Edward tapped the small hardcover notebook in his hand with the eraser end and said to himself, "The God of Death is about to be killed by the God of War. If the God of War wins, the next one should be to kill the Mother of Heaven, or use other chips in exchange. Do you think Leodro will sit back and watch a new dual-path true god be born?"

The Chaos Sea flowed smoothly without answering.

"I think Leodro might not care. His goal is to target everything owned by the Creator. The God of War has nothing to do with him."

"However, Leodro needs to be wary of the 'Half Fool' in the hands of the Mother of Heaven. From this perspective, He has a great chance of stopping the fight between the God of Death and the God of War, preventing the God of War from losing control and forcibly killing the Goddess of Night, who is only the King of Angels."

"Oh, right."

Edward stroked his chin, flipped a few pages forward in his notebook, looked at a line of underlined words and asked:

"Do we still need to prevent Mother Sky from reading the memory fragments of the 'transaction with Adam'? Given the current level of fusion between the two of them, it should be impossible for them to have any privacy from each other."

"But this secret can be kept secret for a long time. Now the God of War and Lilith are on the same side. Even if we give this information, it will probably be useless. After all, the giant prince is so selfish that he would kill all his relatives for himself."

The Mother Earth and the God of War are equal in their status as gods, because if their relationship is revealed, it is very likely that their churches and believers will also develop a superior-subordinate relationship. Although the two gods are allies, the Church of the Mother Earth is still considered a cult in the Feysac Empire, at most a cult with better treatment. The Feysac Empire only recognizes the legitimacy of the God of War, so it does not recognize the belief in the God of War in Feynaport. All the gods know their mother-son relationship, so this is indeed a joke for the gods.

From this perspective, the God of War Badheir is truly a complete egoist.

All gods are egoists, but compared with other groups of divine allies, he seems a little unbearable and petty.

The little stick figure with a cross and black hair stood motionless.

"...I give up. Why am I talking to you here? I'm really bored. The whole world is in your head. You, an omniscient guy, don't have to think about anything." Edward covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply. "Although they are all lambs, Intis should be different to you, right? If you think you are still yourself, you should give them some special favors."

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

His reaction was so bland that Edward felt that the real creator might have been wiped out, but God did not come out of the Sea of ​​Chaos. His current state was so strange that it was hard to describe.

Amon was curious about what Edward was talking about, so he bravely moved closer, testing the edge of danger, and stretched his neck to look at the little stick figure on the notebook. The stick figure's empty irregular black circle eyes suddenly turned over, scaring him so much that he took a step back.

"Well. Now the God of Steam and Machinery is going to die too."

"Your Intis is almost completely destroyed. Do you still plan to continue recuperating in the Chaos Sea?"

Edward said again.

"Your previous expectations of Him have failed. He is still not strong enough. The consequence of occupying this position without the ability is death."

"Are you going to give up on the War Angel this time? You are so cruel. Medici has followed you for three epochs without betraying you, but you have abandoned him twice. You are being too cruel to your most precious sheepdog."

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

But the two black circle eyes slowly returned to their original positions, and a few lines of small words gradually appeared next to them.

"Medici will not die."

"I'm just, thinking."

"Do you want to baptize Klein Moretti?"

TBC
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Touched it.

(End of this chapter)