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

Chapter 401 Chance Encounter
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The carriage moved slowly along the narrow road. Klein calmed himself down again and again, and finally let out a long breath.

Zaratul did not catch up, and his driver was not turned into a puppet.

He didn't know why Zaratul suddenly gave up chasing him, but Klein wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally felt sure that he had escaped.

Even if I wasn't in the mist of history, Zaratul should have the overwhelming power to turn me into his puppet before I called for help. What was the reason for him to give up? Well, but I won't sit and wait for death... The moment I left the mist of history, I was ready to "invalidate". Zaratul's puppet transformation will definitely fail once. Taking advantage of this failure, I can find a way to summon the "War Angel" and make this matter bigger. At that time, as the Creator's favored one, I will turn this matter into a dispute between the two countries... Forget it, forget it.

Klein shook his head.

It was not in his character to involve the people of Loen and Intis in a dispute in order to save his own life.

He loosened his hand, and found that his talisman had become dull and rusty on a large area, but it could still be used once more.

"It was really thrilling... but I still survived. Is this a miracle? Not really. My contribution here was just to protect myself. It was the historical projections who helped me. If this was considered a miracle, then all the ancient scholars would have been able to successfully become miracle masters..."

Klein carefully put the talisman away.

The True Creator only gave him two, and Zaratul used up one and a half of them in one encounter. But even though he felt bad, this one and a half spells saved his life, so Klein didn't feel sorry at all.

"By the way, ever since the Lord of Storms became the God of Thunder, the war between Loen and the Feysac Empire on the border ended quietly. The day before yesterday, I saw in the newspaper that Feysac's army had retreated back to its own border. The war between Loen and Feysac ended before it was fully detonated? It's a pity that their emperor and the pope mobilized with such a big fanfare..."

"What should I do now? Zaratul will definitely not attack me just once. I have to stay alone as much as possible during this period. I will leave Backlund after the ceremony of George III is over, and be ready to summon the historical projection to protect myself at any time."

He thought and meditated, and slowly relaxed.

After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped.

"Sir," said the driver, "we are at the church."

"it is good."

Klein glanced at the time, asked the secret doll to get out of the car and open the door for him, and then asked the secret doll to help him get out of the car.

After getting off the bus, Klein entered St. Samuel's Cathedral with ease. He dropped 20 pounds in cash into the offering box as usual, then walked into the room where he had an appointment with Bishop Elektra. After entering, he found that the bishop was already waiting there.

After the greetings, Klein sat down and listened to the other party recite the story from "Apocalypse of Night" in a low and magnetic voice.

The morning passed quickly.

……

Dinner time.

Edward sat cross-legged in the square of the City of Silver, enjoying the people singing, dancing and improvising martial arts around the fire while grilling. He held three strings of beef-flavored mushrooms in his hands, smearing them with hot sauce and cumin, and roasting them over the fire until they were steaming hot.

“It’s really delicious.”

"It would be even better if you add some seasoning, cut it into slices, or make soup or stir-fry it, but unfortunately there are no conditions here."

He commented regretfully.

People around turned their heads with puzzled looks from time to time, wondering where this extraordinary fragrance came from.

Edward took a mushroom from the skewer, blew on it twice and put it directly into his mouth - He had thought of some suggestions for improving Frank's graduation project. First of all, the concept of mushrooms and meat should be understood. It should be either beef-flavored mushrooms or mushrooms with beef texture. Now, this kind of mushroom with only beef flavor can only deceive the poor humans in the God-forsaken Land who have never eaten normal food... but it is indeed delicious.

He casually plucked a medium-sized mushroom and stuffed it to Uno, who was staring at the flames in a daze with his knees hugged beside him:
"one comes?"

Uno's blue eyes turned to the mushroom, then turned back and continued to stare at the fire in a daze.

Edward still held the mushroom in his hand. "Let me ask you a small question - who was the first person in the City of Silver to have contact with the Fool? Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. After all, everyone in the Forsaken Land of God is the chosen people of the Creator."

Uno's eyes turned to Edward and he shook his head.

"Don't be so stubborn. I can tell even if you don't say it." Edward stuffed the beef mushroom into his mouth and chewed it. He turned the skewer on the fire with one hand and pointed in the crowd with the other hand. "It's him, right? He's not very old, his sequence is not low, and he has a lot of prestige."

"Most importantly, he is the only 'sun' in Silver City."

Derrick Berg, who was pointed out by Him, was chatting and laughing with his companions, humming a song that they had made up to praise the Fool, and using all their strength to refuse to fight with his warrior friend of the same order. Because he did not choose to become a "warrior", Derrick was much shorter than the others, and if he was not careful, he would be buried in the crowd by the people of Silver City and disappear.

Uno also looked at Derrick and said nothing.

"I have been investigating the God-Forsaken Land for a long time, and I have come to the conclusion that it is very difficult for the 'Sun' path to survive in the God-Forsaken Land. First of all, the first few sequences of this path have little combat power. If you want to support a useful Beyonder from the 'Sun' path, you have to give him enough opportunities to play a role, and that requires a strong team of Beyonders that can always ensure his survival."

Edward looked at Derrick:
"He doesn't have such a strong bond. Instead..."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Chief Colin Iliad, who was standing quietly by the side eating grilled mushrooms:

"His main connection is with this demigod. In other words, his safety is mainly guaranteed by this demigod."

"And the Chief shouldn't be a babysitter, right? So he must have something special about him."

The demon and the strongest demon hunter in the city were in close proximity, but one showed no threat, and the other had no reaction to his malicious perception. Not only did they live in peace, they were even catching mushrooms from the same basket to roast in harmony.

"The first need of the people in the Forsaken Land is survival. Eating monster meat will accumulate toxins. The 'sun' can alleviate this, but it will take decades or generations to slowly accumulate. Before that, killing monsters and bringing back food is more important." Edward shrugged. "The problem of combat effectiveness hasn't been solved yet, so why think about assistance? When it comes to treatment and psychological comfort, farmers and spectators are more useful."

"I find it quite interesting. The real Creator used the 'sun' to save mankind, but now the 'sun' that saves Silver City comes from another person. They should be mortal enemies, but now they get along very well..."

Edward kept muttering to himself for a while, but Uno never answered. During this time, his mother looked for her children in the crowd twice, but every time she walked up to them, she would immediately enter a loop and return the same way.

"Why are you still here?"

Ouroboros finally spoke: "You can go out. The storm cannot stop you. If you stay here, the chaos and disaster will stop."

"I'll answer your question for free."

Edward moved closer to Ouroboros, stretched out his index finger and drew a thin transparent line in the air.

"See this line? Guess who this belongs to? Never mind. I'll tell you straight out that this is George Augustus' fate."

The genie was about to take over the fate of George III, so Edward naturally used this name to refer to the man who was about to become a god.

Ouroboros squinted at the thread. He could tell that it was authority related to fate, but he couldn't quite understand it.

"Fate shows that He is going to be in big trouble."

Edward chuckled twice. "Who else can bring bad luck to Him except the current storm? If I go out now, I will have to fight the storm. When the storm hits George III, I won't have to be beaten when I go out. So I might as well wait for two more days."

"It would be a wonderful thing to see Him being beaten when I go out!"

Ouroboros was silent for a while. "When I could still see His fate, He and you had no intersection. The Lord of Storms had no reason to attack the king of his believer's country, and you really intervened."

"Aren't you looking forward to it? That's a traitor's country and a traitor's city-state. There must be a huge disaster brewing there." Edward held his chin and looked at Ouroboros' expression. "I thought you would at least gloat over the misfortune like Medici did."

Ouroboros did not answer, but quietly looked at the bonfire in the distance. …

"Turning point... fatal loophole... fate has favored him, where exactly is my turning point..."

Zaratul walked aimlessly on the street, passing through one street after another, and the crows above him gathered in groups of three or two.

These birds acting as monitors did not call out, but just looked around aimlessly like their owners.

It is now the afternoon of October 10rd, less than 3 hours before the speech tomorrow morning, and Zaratul has not yet found where the "fatal loophole" is - or rather, the fatal loophole is definitely the "wishing magic lamp", but He cannot get it, nor can He understand it, and He does not even dare to ask George III to sacrifice the magic lamp to the God of Thunder.

After being hit by the owner of Sefirah Castle yesterday, Zaratul stayed in Queens for a long time. He didn't want to see George III talking to himself in front of the "Wishing Lamp", nor did he want to pray to the God of Thunder to report the situation.

He strolled around Queens until dawn, and was then driven away by several police officers for being an eyesore to the city. In this way, he had several more secret dolls.

"Why can he be recognized by Sefirah Castle? Whether it's Zoroaster, my elders, the Half-Fool, the Angel of Time, or even Mr. 'Gate', none of them have found anything about this thing. They can't even find it, let alone control it... Why can he?"

Zaratul racked his brains to think about where this follower of the Creator came from, but he couldn't figure it out, and couldn't even think of this person's specific identity or name. If there were no dreamers, He would have suspected that this person was a fantasy creation.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a silver plate with strange patterns on it.

The silver medal has been oxidized to a slightly black color, and the intricate and mysterious patterns on it reveal an ancient and heart-pounding atmosphere.

When he received the silver medal from Roselle, Zaratul almost burst into laughter. He saw the gray fog through the silver medal and felt the breath of the source substance from the spiritual world. This made him complacent at the time, thinking that fate had finally favored him.

You know, even Duke Antigonus, who risked becoming half a fool, did not attract that thing to appear.

Now it seems that there is a difference between genius and luck.

This reminded Zaratul of a joke that Russell Gustav had told. This friend who had come back from the dead always spoke nonsense, and the past era seemed to be as exciting as the present world. The joke happened a long time ago. After becoming a "generalist", Russell read a lot of books crazily, and occasionally talked to him about other topics to exchange some knowledge.

I miss Roselle at that time very much, and I still have a basic respect for him.

"The literature popular in Trier nowadays is so outdated. They are still talking about love songs between knights and nobles. In the real world, they can just roll into bed as soon as they meet. Why would they need to sing so many cheesy verses?"

Russell pouted as he flipped through the book: "I can do it, I'll give them a little shock from the cool novel."

"A refreshing article?"

"Hey, you say you don't understand now, but you'll know when I write it down."

Then Russell wrote "The Return of the Count" with great effort.

If Zaratul remembers correctly, it was this book that attracted Edward Vaughan, and they had a common topic that was difficult to understand.

This made Zaratul have a preliminary guess about "another era", and also made him realize that the resurrected Roselle Gustav was definitely not the original one, but it didn't matter. No matter who was stuffed in the body of this Roselle Gustav, as long as they could help him get Antigonus's notes and bring good changes to his destiny, Zaratul would take the initiative to contact them.

This book can be regarded as Trier's masterpiece at that time, and is also the ancestor of many "cool articles" in later generations. It also made Zaratul know that cool articles are just like this - the protagonist will encounter dangers repeatedly, but can always survive and get the best things.

In other words, because he is the protagonist, everyone knows that he will not die.

Therefore, all the repression, loss, betrayal and casualties in the plot serve the upcoming "satisfaction" of breaking through the shackles. In a sense, this kind of literary creation also contains people's speculation about fate, but Zaratul feels that this is probably just survivor bias, and this bias is magnified and used for artistic creation, becoming a "satisfying article" that readers can empathize with and release the repression in life.

According to this, Stella Zaratto himself is also a protagonist of a cool novel.

He became a demigod at a young age, was successfully promoted to an angel, survived the siege at the end of the Fourth Epoch, had his family broken up, and was filled with hatred. He just happened to meet Roselle Gustav who could help him digest the potion and complete the ritual, and found the silver medal that could contact Sefirah Castle. If he wasn't the protagonist, what else could he be?
However, Zaratul now feels that the real protagonist of the "Fortune Teller" path seems to have just appeared.

"Turning point..."

Zaratul was taking a walk. Suddenly, guided by his spiritual perception, he slightly leaned to the side and was bumped by a person who was running by.

Zaratul dropped his crutches and fell to the ground, groaning a few times.

Perhaps it was because his current appearance as a lonely old man was too convincing, the girl who bumped into him was startled, and quickly squatted down, put the information and documents in her hands aside, and reached out to help the old angel who was trying to scam her:
"I'm sorry, old man. I ran too fast. Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital right now..."

"Ouch! My old bones are about to fall apart."

Zaratul howled a few times in a skilled manner, opened his eyes and took a glimpse, just in time to see that the girl was wearing a feather-shaped amulet, which was emitting a spiritual aura that should not be underestimated. It was obviously a talisman that truly had the power of protection.

Zaratul rolled his eyes, sat up with great effort, and said in a voice that sounded like he would die on the spot in the next second:

"It's okay, little girl... cough cough cough, I'm fine, no need to go to the hospital, I don't have any money..."

"Help me up... Don't worry about me blackmailing you. I don't have any family or friends, so it won't take me more than a few days to blackmail you."

After He said this, the girl who knocked Him down felt even more embarrassed. She calmed down, quickly helped Him up, and took Him to sit on a bench by the roadside, and asked with concern:

"Well, do you need something to eat? My home is nearby. Can you wait here for a while? I'll get you some medicine and food."

"Ahem, okay, thank you, thank you."

Zaratul said breathlessly, carrying out the fraud to the end. Watching the young girl pack up her documents and turn around to walk away, Zaratul suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Old man, don't worry, I won't run away."

"I'm a fortune teller. I can see that you're worried about something." Zaratul took out his cards and pendulum from his sleeve and said tentatively, "You have two older brothers in your family. They just got admitted to college this year, and their careers are also on the rise... Well, you're worried about your studies now. Maybe you need a fortune teller to guide your future direction. Of course, it's free."

The girl was startled again. She didn't quite believe it at first, but when she heard the word "free", she walked up and sat down on the other side of the bench.
"There are indeed some things at school, but they are far from being troublesome. I came from the direction of the university, so you can easily guess that I am a college student... Other than that, you guessed one thing wrong. I only have one brother."

Zaratul frowned slightly, waiting for the next words.

The girl was very calm: "I originally had two brothers, but one died in the line of duty a year ago."

"I'm so sorry, it's so sad..." Zaratul whispered.

He looked at the girl again and secretly divined in his sleeve, and the answer he got was clearly that both of her brothers were still alive.

This was a little strange, but not too strange. In many dangerous professions, people would fake their deaths with various excuses to get away with it. However, Zaratul did not think that this girl's family was normal. His spirituality told him that this might be a turning point.

If you turn it well, the tower will be in the upright position; if you turn it badly, the tower will be in the reverse position.

It was a tall tower anyway, so Zaratul let it go and asked again, "What's your name?"

"My name is Melissa." The girl hesitated, and seeing that the old man didn't look like a bad guy, she said, "Melissa Moretti."

Melissa Moretti... Zaratul was shuffling the cards in his sleeve again. Suddenly, his hand trembled and a card slipped out of his hand.

"Fool"!
TBC
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Zaratul: What the hell?

(End of this chapter)