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

Chapter 460 A unique choice
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Backlund, late at night.

Feeling that she had digested the potion a little more, Audrey actively used "dream travel" to leave her own house and enter various dreams in the surrounding areas.

When she realized that the favor from Intis's relatives came from her own strength, she was even more eager to go further.

As she was "moving back and forth", she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This was a noble lady with whom she had a good relationship. She was 29 years old and had married a viscount the year before last.

At this time, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room. The bed was white and had a pair of heart-shaped rings on it. There was a knocking sound coming from the window.

The lady's cheeks flushed, and she walked quickly towards there and opened the window.

A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, hugged the lady, and whispered:
"I will take you away from pain."

Then, the two of them began to struggle and rolled onto the bed.

As a "dream walker" who was trying hard to digest the potion, Audrey had seen similar scenes before, had gone through the shy stage, and had lamented that everyone's dreams were so colorful and imaginative. At this moment, she did not lose her composure at all, and maintained the etiquette of an "audience", as if she was witnessing an extreme drama.

After a quick inspection, she discovered a problem:
The man wearing the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more like a playboy in the aristocratic circle.

"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in my mind?" Audrey muttered to herself in an academic manner, analyzing dreams.

Audrey couldn't help but exit the dream, wanting to see the Viscount and his wife's real state.

In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the big white bed, the Viscount hugged his wife, and his wife hugged him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, we must realize that everyone has a dark side. If we simply 'convict' people based on dreams or thoughts that occurred in an instant, everyone will fall into hell. No one is immune, including myself... Just like the Beyonders on the 'Prisoner' path, including me, we can understand, recognize, and control our dark side, so that it can never enter reality. For most people, this is already very good..."

Audrey increasingly felt that playing the role of "Dream Walker" was a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She entered the dream again and "traveled" to other areas.

Not long after, she came to a warm "room".

There is a thick carpet and a dining table here, with a white-haired old lady sitting at the main seat.

On both sides of her were a middle-aged couple and three underage children. They were enjoying the candlelight, tasting delicious food, chatting and laughing, and looked very happy.

Outside the room, it was dark and the strong wind made the glass rattle, brewing the terrifying feeling before the disaster.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about and afraid of?" Audrey exited the dream and tried to find answers in reality to verify her speculation.

She then saw a small bed and the gray-haired old lady.

On the old lady's bedside table, there were photo frames one after another, some wrapped in black cloth, some tied with white flowers. They were of a middle-aged couple and their three underage children.

Audrey turned her head silently and looked out the window, only to see the ruins left over from the bombing near the house.

The noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.

She did not try to prevent the possible disaster, but simply materialized a chair, sat beside it, and looked at the happy and warm family seriously and attentively.

Amid the whistling of the wind and the shaking of the glass, the room was brightly lit, the food smelled delicious, and there was constant laughter.

Audrey summarized the following rules for acting as a "Dream Walker":
"The traveler in the dreamland has been here, seen it, recorded it but did not interfere, he is just a 'spectator'."

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sun.

Light, warmth, vitality and hope for new life.

People looked at the messenger of God on the platform with great anticipation. For the people of the God-forsaken Land, there was no symbol more noble and beautiful than this.

When the black mist no longer floated from the residents of Moon City, Klein gradually stopped pouring spirituality into the cross. Watching the golden cross in his hand gradually lose its light, as if dusk and sunset had come for the second time, people's eyes showed reluctance, as well as anticipation for future developments.

They all knew that after the display of the Sun God's authority and promise, the next step would be the symbol of the "fool".

But no one knew that the "Fool God", who had been leading the progress of the festival with a calm and even aloof attitude, was now stuck.

According to Klein Moretti's few experiences of participating in large-scale sacramental ceremonies, after the bishop finished his speech in the first phase, the choir or the scheduled speakers should then create the atmosphere in the second phase. At the same time, the band would begin playing, and the bishop and the church's extraordinary people would use some extraordinary means to influence the crowd, allowing everyone's spirituality to resonate and further strengthen the faith in people's hearts... Klein glanced left and right. There was no atmosphere group, no choir, and no band here.

The difficulty of composing a hymn is still a bit too high for me... Klein even learned "Apocalypse of Night" when he was playing Dwayne Dantès. It is not difficult to copy and change the words now, but there may be stuttering.

There might be someone in Yuecheng who could compose a hymn on the spot, but that would make him seem like a complete failure as a missionary.

In this situation, isn't silence better than stuttering or pausing after each sentence?
German Sparrow is a cold fanatic and missionary. How about I just give the high priest a look and ask him to think of a solution?

The answer must be given as soon as possible, otherwise they will all pray to Amon in their hearts!

Klein let the sunlight gradually disappear in his hands and put on a serious expression, leaving this blank time to everyone's imagination. The residents of Moon City certainly would not question the behavior of the God's Messenger. In their eyes, whatever the God's Messenger did was God's will. Only a young man wearing a monocle pushed his glasses with a half-smile, observing the performance of Mr. Fool.

"Are you planning to make up a new honorific name to take away the original body's direction?"

He had already seen through Klein's thoughts, so the smile on his face gradually turned sour: "It's useless. Even if you change the content, I can still deceive others. If you really use the honorific name to distinguish you from your original body, then I can also use grafting..."

"Although there are no angels here, by gathering the power of all my clones, I can also reach the level of an angel in terms of strength."

“Mr. Fool, you’ve already given me Sefirah Castle. Why don’t you quietly struggle with your fate in a corner, waiting for Him to awaken in you in the future, and come to the God-forsaken Land to save these people?”

"Maybe because he wants to."

Amon was just talking to himself, not expecting anyone to answer him, but someone squeezed through the crowd to his row and answered him casually.

Amon's eyes suddenly widened and he slowly looked in that direction.

The Lord of Decay gave him the most polite eight-tooth smile recorded in Human Etiquette: The Book of Decaying Kings, then quickly put it away and imitated Amon's mocking expression just now: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I kind of miss you little Mongolian bastards. What did I say? You didn't cooperate with my investigation before, so now I'm here to make things difficult for you."

After scaring Amon, “He” looked up at Klein in a good mood.

"What's the reason? Probably because you feel that the people here are miserable and pitiful, and you have accepted the requirements of the true creator, so you have an obligation to save them. You may not understand, but from my observation, humans are like this."

"I understand. Isn't it just for the anchor that we are acting?"

"That's probably the case, but there are other reasons. Humans are very complex creatures, and you can't figure it out just by thinking." The smile on the Outer God's face deepened, "Or do you want to experience what it's like to be a human?"

Amon pinched his eyes and shook his head.

At this time, Klein on the stage had been silent for nearly half a minute. As a transitional link, it was almost time to end. Amon stared at the Outer God, wanting to see how He would help, but he saw that the other party looked left and right, and suddenly, like a magic trick, he took out a strange-looking bosom harp from somewhere.

"I can't sing, so I just applied for off-field assistance."

The Lord of Decay winked at Amon and said, "And I know that my off-field help will not refuse to record this epic scene."

Amon frowned: "You are not even at Sequence 4 yet, and you don't even have divinity..."

In a land that cannot be connected to the spiritual world and no prayers will be answered, you come here in such a tattered container to provoke us. Do you have other means to be confident that you can kill all of us whose combined power is equal to that of angels?
Besides, even if they kill us, they can still find a way to pass the information on, as well as the main body on Sefirah Castle!
“Look at what you said… Divinity, isn’t it our nature?” The smile on the Outer God’s face became more and more fake, but he still patiently educated Amon, “I didn’t choose a demigod container because it would limit my divinity to the demigod level.”

"Can't you tell the difference between impurities and essence?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and plucked the strings of the zither, as if testing the sound.

"Whether this is a song that pronounces destruction or a new unfinished epic...it all depends on who will win in the end."

“He” whispered. At the moment this voice sounded, it was as if everyone’s heart and mind were touched, even Klein himself was no exception. An indescribable voice sounded directly in the depths of everyone’s heart.

This voice is like a man, a woman, an old man, a child, the wind, or an animal. It is strange and beautiful, like a spiritual resonance. It cannot be accurately described, and it is not even clear whether it uses human language. When people try to recall it, they find that they cannot repeat even a syllable.

“Close your eyes, we are still suffering today;
“My body is exhausted, and I don’t know how the future will flow;
"God, please answer our prayers and listen to our cries. If salvation is so far away, where should we go..."

Before they knew it, everyone felt that their spirits had been cleansed, and their spirituality was naturally expressed.

They all entered a trance, personally feeling the "miracle" that connected everyone's will and spirit. Even Amon in the crowd could not escape from the picture depicted by the song. After all, this was the song of another god thousands of miles away.

Fortunately, He did not include any obscene words in it.

Klein was also in a trance for a moment, but the privilege of being awake in the dream still existed. He was only dazed for a moment before he immediately recovered and began to look for the person who made the sound in the crowd.

He saw nothing, only the indescribable voice was still singing slowly in his mind, like some kind of prelude.

“Someone is helping me…”

Klein's spirits lifted. This song came at the perfect time. It eased his embarrassment and made the hymn he had composed in his mind for half a minute useless. But this was a good thing. Klein immediately put the cross back into the historical projection, then grabbed the "Staff of Life" in the air.

He raised his staff high and poured a huge amount of spiritual energy into it.

A small flower bloomed at the tip of the cane, and a green glow visible to the naked eye spread out from him, like a warm spring breeze.

The wind blew over people's bodies, the scars gradually faded, the tumors broke and repaired themselves, the broken limbs grew out of the cracks again, the bent and deformed bones, all the limbs that should not appear were all taken away by the wind, leaving behind healthy and sound bodies.

The people of Moon City seemed to have really entered a dream. Their consciousnesses resonated and they were pulled forward by the faint singing.

“The sun is shining brightly, and the world is still full of life;
“Another Spirit has come to you, just as He was at the beginning;
He thought about it.

“He is as old as the sun-god, and comes from the same age;
“He has never forgotten you, and has engraved his vows in his heart;

"Make your choice, hold on to the past, or embrace the new life;
“Hang the sun on your chest;
"Or believe in Him, and He will bring you salvation."

They seemed to see the dark world of the past thousand years, and that dark and dangerous land was now bathed in sunlight.

In the extremely distant place, at the end of the sight, there are figures of their parents, their wives, their husbands, their friends, their teachers and predecessors wandering in the wilderness. These dead who have never seen the sun are now bathed in the light. No matter what kind of suffering they have endured in their lives, they are now walking on the earth with a smile and waving their arms towards them.

But they did not feel joy, because the songs were filled with sadness, and they could not move forward, could not get close to those who had passed away.

“All those who have walked into death;
“To all those who are longing for tomorrow;

“Life is beautiful, but it’s always fleeting;
“Go and follow the footsteps of those who came before you, and guide those who are seeking the way.”

Those who were wandering in the dreamland felt a strong surge of sadness again, as if they understood that it was really time to say goodbye.

Joy and sadness were intertwined as they recalled the beautiful moments of the past, the scene of the family enjoying delicious food and chatting around the dining table, the person who looked at them tenderly, the pain of seeing them hurt and hearing them die that seemed to tear their souls apart, the pain brought by endless darkness and despair, and the pain of their relatives or friends who had to leave alone when they were too weak to go hunting anymore.

They have left first and no longer have any worries, but those who survive have to suffer torture day and night and become haggard and withered.

Now, the living people have finally waited for the future.

When the singing and the dreamlike trance ended, the people who woke up were surprised to find that their bodies had become healthy and strong without knowing when. The messenger on the stage looked at them silently, his eyes as calm and compassionate as those of a god.

So one tear rolled down, and then another tear rolled down. The people who participated in this ceremony and shared this "miracle" could no longer suppress their inner emotions, and silently and without reservation vented their accumulated pain.

A huge sadness permeated the air and was intertwined with the choir's recitation, as if it had taken on a physical form.

“He is as old as the sun-god, and comes from the same age;
"Make your choice, hold on to the past, or embrace the new life;
“Hang the sun on your chest;
"Or believe in Him, and He will bring you salvation."

Klein did not hesitate and repeated the prayer that had been written for him. His spiritual perception told him that this prayer could indeed distinguish him from Amon. It had a clear direction, and most importantly, he felt that it was possible!
The Outer God hiding in the crowd has stopped playing and singing. A brand new piece of white paper appears in front of Him, with a few lines of words on it.

"Hmm? Oh, "Leaving the Eastern Continent"..."

The people around him did not notice his mumbling. Those who closed their eyes and cried silently followed the words of the messenger of God subconsciously and made similar prayers. Then, they were infected by each other and shouted in their hearts:
“Trust Him!”

“Trust Him!”

"Trust in the Fool, believe that He will come to help us and save us!"

The sadness reached its peak, and people's emotions resonated as never before, like the tides gathering together to become a terrifying tsunami.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard a tsunami-like shouting in his ears. These were all from the residents of Moon City. He could even tell which person in the audience said one of the sentences!

Success?! He couldn't believe it!
In such a tsunami, even the Amons were infected for a moment, but they quickly controlled their hosts to break out of the frenzy.

At this moment, Klein's thoughts suddenly stopped.

His body was no longer under his control, and the "Staff of Life" automatically disappeared within fifteen minutes. Except for his thoughts, everything else was slowly becoming stiff, and even his eyeballs could hardly move.

He knew very well that this should be "parasitism".

It came so fast...

Can't you hold back? The "angel of time" here?
TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)