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

Chapter 414: Something Bad is About to Happen
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"I have a bad feeling."

Klein sneezed and sat on the high-back chair at the Fool's position, frowning as he looked at the gray mist floating around him.

"It's a very strong, bad feeling... I'm now Sequence 3, and I'm on Sefirah Fort. This strong feeling can't be wrong... But I'm already on Sefirah Fort, and I still have such a strong sense of crisis. I'd better not rashly explore the source of the danger."

"Well, first of all, let me confirm that I still have one resurrection left."

Klein covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, because he couldn't help but think of this whenever he encountered a severe crisis - the Miracle Master's resurrection skills were pretty good, and most importantly, he could advance these resurrections through Sefirah Castle.

It’s a bit funny to say that other ancient scholars only got four chances to resurrect after struggling to become a miracle worker, but he probably only had one chance left when he became a miracle worker, or even no chance at all.

"Secondly, although I have only been promoted to Ancient Scholar for half a month, I can start thinking about the Miracle Master potion..."

"Well, let's ask the Red Angel about this later. Maybe the Secret Order has relevant records as well."

Klein was in a good mood about his promotion. In the past two days, he encountered three attacks from Zaratul, but fortunately, the opponent's real body did not come. He racked his brains to escape from the two times he was transformed into a puppet and the once when he was caught in the mist of history.

Zaratul might still be in some hidden place.

But this was not a solution. The Red Angel and Mr. Azik could not respond to his replies anytime and anywhere. Although he did not know where Zaratul's real body was now, and the other party was just chasing him relentlessly, as long as he continued to stay in Backlund, he would be under Zaratul's eyes, and his every move would be seen clearly. In addition, Klein could not leave Loen rashly, because he knew that the "Time Angel" Amon did not dare to approach due to the deterrence and power of the God of Thunder, but at the same time he also felt the breath of Sefirah Castle and was wandering in other countries.

If Zaratul could find him, then the Angel King would probably appear in front of him the moment he stepped out of the border of Loen!
Thinking about how he had pretended to be Amon several times, Klein felt a little guilty.

"Finally, if I want to leave Backlund without telling Zaratul, I need to make some preparations, such as a secret doll and a substitute, as well as erasing my own mystical connections and preparing a false identity... The false identity is second, a substitute that can deceive Sequence One..."

A person's face suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

"The Prisoner's Path's 'Puppet' Extraordinary Ability and Transfiguration Curse may be worth a try! But what should I use to appeal to Him? A substitute that can deceive Sequence One must require enough energy and strength to create. It is impossible to take it out casually."

Richard Ernst's honorific name... Klein closed his eyes and did a simple dream divination. He quickly recalled the corresponding sentence and unexpectedly remembered that this honorific name was actually provided by Miss Justice.

"When did Miss Justice have anything to do with the Temperance faction?"

Klein was slightly curious, but he didn't think much about it. He had divined a long time ago that there would be no danger in Miss Justice's contact with the Rose School's Temperance Faction.

Moreover, he had met Richard Ernst several times and discussed business with the other party's related persons and subordinate institutions. After divination, he did not find that the other party's foundation had done any evil. Therefore, it can be seen that the "Angel of Temperance" is a trustworthy person.

"If I hide it from Zaratul, how can I escape from the 'Time Angel' who will most likely appear in front of me..."

“Although that Amon will help me cover up, that kind of sleight of hand can only fool Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 clones, interfere with their vision, and change their perception of me… At present, there must be Amon clones in Backland, but no Amon clone has found me yet, proving that his false information has indeed intercepted some people… But the Time Angel himself can find me directly through aggregation, so he can’t be stopped.”

Use Sefirah Castle to divine and find an auspicious day... Never mind.

Klein thought about it for a while. Facing an Angel King who was targeting him, he really had no idea what to do.

"Well, let's decide on the substitute first. Secondly, I need to plan where to go. The northern continent is very dangerous, so I will give priority to the southern continent... If you want to find the most suitable place to play an ancient scholar, it should be the church's archives, or the eastern continent."

In the East Continent, whether you play the role of a "scholar exploring history" or a "scholar from ancient times" is the best choice.

Most importantly, Klein’s soul itself came from ancient times, and he plays the role of “a scholar from ancient times” anytime and anywhere.

Even if I continue to digest ancient history at my current pace, I believe that in about half a year, most of the remaining ancient scholar potions will be digested.

"Go to the East Continent?"

Mr. X, the incumbent Saint of the Aurora Society, stopped tapping the table. He thought this was a good idea!

"Well, the Aurora Society has a road to the East Continent, but the 'Black Saint' who opened the way did not encounter a city-state. Now that there is sunlight there, the danger level is greatly reduced, and I have enough self-protection ability! However, it is dangerous after all. If I want to go there, it is best to make arrangements with the people in Silver City or Moon City in advance, and say that one of my followers is coming to visit?... Hey, this might be an opportunity. If I find a city-state through the road opened up by the Aurora Society and find the local people who can pick me up, then the people in Silver City and Moon City can leave!"

The more Klein thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. He almost couldn't help but immediately give Derrick Berg a prayer, saying that one of The Fool's followers was going to Silver City for an investigation and was going to take them away... Zaratul couldn't possibly know that he still had a connection with the God-Forsaken Land. Even if He could think of it, it would be difficult to successfully enter the God-Forsaken Land without the help of the Aurora Society.

After all, the place had remained extremely dark and dangerous for more than a thousand years, and was completely isolated from the outside world.

The belief in the true creator is the only medium of communication between the God-forsaken Land and the outside world.

Mr. X's heart was pounding.

Bringing out any survivors that could be found in Moon City, Silver City, and the Eastern Continent was something that Klein had written into his plan a long time ago.

At least he had this idea since he first learned about the situation in the God-Forsaken Land through the "Sun", and the expectations of the True Creator made Klein really start to put this matter on the plan. However, at that time it was just a delaying tactic to obtain some resources and history of the City of Silver. Now, Klein has unknowingly had the power to cash this blank check.

Hide in the God-forsaken Land and digest the potion quietly. This way, you can avoid the possible war... Wait, war...

An excited expression froze on Klein’s face.

"war……"

He suddenly remembered that he now had a lot of social responsibilities.

He is not only the individual human being Klein Moretti, but also one of the powerful saints of the Aurora Society, the "Fool", and the wealthy Dwayne Dantès - in short, he is no longer a human being, but a high-ranking person with people to protect and his own territory.

And the situation in the northern continent... is really disturbing.

"...The war hasn't started yet. Maybe, alas." Klein muttered to himself, wanting to escape from reality, but several major conflicts and city-level disasters in the past year flashed through his mind, preventing him from escaping successfully. He suddenly felt that his plan was somewhat disrupted, but he couldn't get any answers for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

I can speed up - I can contact the people in Silver City and Moon City, and it shouldn't take long to lead them out from the Aurora Club's path. By then, The Fool will have a group of subordinates in the true sense, a group of well-trained Beyonders and Demigods!

High Priest Nim of Moon City and Chief Colin Iliad of Silver City are both top-notch figures who have been able to lead their people to persist in such an environment until now. They have brought their knowledge and strength in all aspects to the fullest.

Klein quickly shook off the "Angel of Abundance" that suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Whether it's to replenish my combat power or for something else, I have to go to the East Continent..." "The question is, how can I successfully get to the East Continent while Amon is still around, and not be parasitized after I get out?"

After thinking for a long time, Klein still couldn't come up with a solution. His "Great Network Technique" did connect with many angels, but there was still no Angel King.

"!"

An extremely bold idea suddenly popped up in Klein's mind.

……

"German rushed forward at that time. Do you know the creeping hunger? Yes, it was used by the former 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Zilingos. Whoever gets it will have the strength of a pirate general! With that extraordinary item, German was like a god descending from the sky. He punched 'Steel' Maiveti away. And I, the great Lord Danitz, seized the opportunity to control Squall who wanted to help. Squall only had a brain. I easily knocked him to the ground, controlled him, and then joined forces with German to kill him..."

At night, beside the bonfire, the envoy of God, Lord Danitz, was holding a wooden bowl of barbecue and dipping sauce and boasting to the people around him. He was in high spirits and excited, attracting a crowd of applause. Alger was eating local raspberry jam bread in silence at the outside of the crowd. While listening, he was thinking about how much of the actual situation was contained in the water, and analyzing the strength of the "world" Gehrman Sparrow a few months ago.

There was obviously no comparison between the Hermann of a few months ago and the Hermann of today. Alger simply had nothing to do and it was just an occupational disease.

There was really nothing to do in the small colony of Blue Mountain Island. Mr. Fool promised to make him the Pope if he could establish the Church of Poseidon. Alger certainly didn't think that a great god would lie to him. A demigod was not even a small Beyonder, but the reality was that they did have nothing to do.

It is impossible to build a church. Without the church bearing the brunt of the cost, a complete church would require the residents of a small town to make steady expenditures for at least a hundred years. It would require the efforts of several generations, watching the stones pieced together into towering columns and domes bit by bit, while painters and craftsmen carved reliefs on the ceiling and surroundings, and finally the church was slowly capped. Everyone was accustomed to such a slow-paced life - this was taken for granted, but the Rosted Islands rebels had no money.

If you don’t have money, you don’t have to think about the church. Look, isn’t the rebels’ cave very spacious?
This impoverished little colony has nothing to do with the prosperous Rorsted Archipelago. No matter how generous the "City of Generosity" is, this small island cannot get any glory.

Alger had been here for several months, and the only thing he could do now was to preach the gospel—but almost everyone here was a believer of the "God of the Sea," and due to several successful guerrilla warfare and miracles, the belief in the God of the Sea was still steadily expanding outward, so there was nothing much to preach—other than that, he could try to participate in the local construction.

That being said, Alger's main job at the moment is to talk and go to every place where people gather.

They would sneak into bars and black markets, travel through slums and shabby shacks, investigate the situation, count the population, spread the faith in Poseidon, and then pick out one or two smelly, dirty kids and stuff them into schools.

Then he would continue to talk to the leaders of the resistance army about the empty rules and regulations of the "Church of Poseidon", which was like an empty shell; talk to the people of "Vice Admiral Iceberg", hoping to get more assistance and funds through the relationship with the envoy Danitz... Occasionally, he would also have to talk to spies from other organizations who came to inquire about the situation. Alger had become familiar with the spies with his eloquence and used food and wine to shut these people up. After all, no one would really care about a small colony, but their colony was really something.

In short, Alger kept the secret of "Sea God wanted to build a formal church" in this way, and quietly spread the saying that "Sea God would perform miracles and save believers" to inconspicuous corners, using food to attract more people to convert.

Anyway, what he said was all true. As long as the rebel leader Katra offered spiritual materials to the altar, he would obtain talismans and weapons baptized by God. The story of the sea god stopping the wind and waves to save people was widely circulated. On the sea, pirates and fishermen would not think that they had too much faith.

Alger was prepared to be severely punished by the church at first, but nothing actually happened. Firstly, the belief in the Sea God has existed since ancient times, and secondly... not many people really verify the truth. In this era, people with real ability and status would not care about the rumors spread by the peasants on the streets, and those who believed the news and spread it to each other... would not think too much.

"Hey! Why would I lie to you? Don't you know how good that madman Hermann is at fighting? Let me tell you, when he was planning to assassinate Lieutenant General Disease, I was right next to him! Not only that, I also -"

Danitz suddenly got stuck.

Alger was startled by the abnormal situation. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the divine messenger Danitz actually shuddered and his face began to turn pale.

Under the light of the fire, no one noticed the change in Danitz's expression, and they kept urging the envoy to continue, not to keep them in suspense.

"Shit! Stop rushing me, my stomach hurts!"

Danitz scolded him a few words in a not-too-stern tone, put the wooden bowl on the table, hunched over, and walked away, holding his stomach. He winked at Alger, who immediately understood, stood up, and walked to the dark outside the campfire.

"Any news?" Alger asked in a low voice.

“German wants my help.” Danitz breathed a sigh of relief, but he started to wonder in his heart—Could it be that this guy really knows everything, and he would be caught on the spot just for bragging about his prestige?—He looked around, his expression not very serious. After all, this was not an oracle from the Fool, but just an acquaintance asking for help. “German wants some materials from the Storm Realm. Prepare some silver, tin, related algae essential oils, pearls, shells and corals. They must be of good quality, and it would be best if they can be delivered tonight.”

Alger, who was good at underwater activities, immediately understood why Danitz had found him. He nodded:

"I know where there are valuable coral reefs and shells."

Alger decided to go directly to the sea to salvage, after all, talking about money would hurt the hearts of everyone in the colony. He went over the seafood distribution map near Blue Mountain Island in his mind and asked indirectly, "What does Gehrman want the spiritual materials from the Storm Realm for?"

"do not know."

Danitz shook his head. He would not think about these things. Alger had no choice but to give up and turned around to disappear into the night.

……

A few hours later, Klein, who was waiting in his room after dinner, received Danitz's prayer.

He suppressed his excitement and nervousness, went to Sefirah Castle, accepted the sacrifice to the "Sea God", and obtained the spiritually rich and fresh materials of the Storm Realm.

The citrine pendulum spun clockwise happily, indicating that these items were suitable as items to please the gods. Even Klein, who knew nothing about the materials in the Storm Realm, could see that these items had been carefully selected and were at least of high quality.

Then, he returned to reality, set up the spiritual wall, and tidied up a clean area. He placed the ritual materials, essential oils, shells, and metals according to the requirements of the prayer. Then he lit the candles and prayed in a low voice:
"Great God of Thunder and Truth, you are the King of the Sky and the Emperor of the Sea..."

Klein originally wanted to pray using the historical projection, but he was worried that the gods would think he was not solemn enough, so he stood in front of the table with a nervous and uneasy mood, ready to switch places with the secret doll at any time.

But he recited it twice in a row, and when the candle was half burned, nothing happened.

"The God of Thunder doesn't seem to want to pay attention to me?" Klein was a little confused, but not too disappointed. He reached out to clean the table, and his fingers were suddenly electrocuted when they touched the silver.

Then, shallow marks gradually appeared on the smooth silver surface as if rusted, and turned into a Loen word.

"leave"

TBC
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Touched it!

TM, I went to visit the graves today, and there happened to be a memorial activity at the cemetery. A group of people reading scripts drove the tomb-sweepers to the small grass nearby to burn paper. The place for burning paper was a row of small grids like a stove that had to be poked with a stick. It was like seeing a ghost.

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(End of this chapter)