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

Chapter 464 Social Change
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As the sun rose, Irena knocked on her brother's door.

After three knocks and a moment's wait, there was a slight sound, and the wooden door with gold-edged patterns on the four corners and frames opened inwards. Her brother, Clovis Montemar, came out.

The collar of the eldest son of the Marquis was a little messy, and his belt was not tied properly. In addition to the breath of haste, his whole body exuded a lazy and strange fragrance. In the one or two seconds before the door was closed, more than one piece of women's clothing was scattered on the floor and carpet in the crack of the door.

Irena glanced around, accustomed to the usual way the men of the family spent their banquets and wonderful evenings.

After looking away, she remembered something and glanced at the closed door. She felt relieved only after confirming that none of the men and women in the room had the spiritual qualities of a Beyonder.

Although Clovis was exhausted after a night of work, he was in good spirits. After all, he was young and a Beyonder. Although his sister had come, he had not yet recovered from the joyful activities. He said in a slightly casual tone:

"What is it, Irene dear?"

"Be careful not to encounter a witch." Irena warned unhappily.

Clovis stroked his slightly stubbled chin and took this as a compliment: "With your brother's family background and charm, it's not surprising that a few witches would come here. Don't worry, with you here, which Beyonder with ill intentions would dare to approach?"

"You are wrong. The only thing the witch is after, besides your money and connections, is your extraordinary characteristics."

Irena responded in a light tone before pulling out a gold-stamped letter from her sleeve. The wax had been torn off:

"Our relatives in Loen have replied. Miss Hall has accepted our invitation and will be heading to Intis soon. Brother, travel and normal passenger transport between the two countries have all been stopped. How can we arrange for Miss Hall to come?"

"Agreed? Let me see."

His eyes lit up and he quickly took the letter from his sister and began to read it eagerly.

After reading it, he smiled, and without thinking, he immediately reached out and patted the door handle behind him:

"It doesn't matter if the ships and trains are out of service. Can't you use your seal to build a simple passage to where you want to go? It's both safe and hidden. Can't you use it to pick up Miss Hall?"

It would have been better if he didn't say this. As soon as he said it, Irena's expression became a little complicated.

"You know too little about extraordinary things, brother."

She had no choice but to explain to her brother: "That seal can indeed allow me to go to other places, but the prerequisite is that it must be in an area where 'spiritual coordinates have been established'. If the coordinates are not established in advance, there will most likely be deviations of varying ranges, or even send me directly to the church of a foreign god."

"According to your idea, I have to take the seal to Miss Hall's house, and then use ritual magic to establish coordinates on a door in her house, and then open the door and return to my room. Isn't this more dangerous?"

"Is there such a request?" Clovis was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Then I really shouldn't have suggested this."

"Besides that - you also know that this seal originally belonged to the Abraham family, to a High-Sequence Beyonder who died in the rebellion of His Excellency the Secret Saint. After opening the door three times, the fourth time will randomly teleport me to a dangerous place. If I cannot survive in it for more than ten minutes and open the door and come back, I will not pass..."

At this point, Irena glanced at him with a half-smile:
"In the previous few times, I hired wild Beyonders to enter the gate to help me offset the danger this time. If they can come back alive, they can take away everything they got from the gate. If they can't get out, I will give some compensation to the people who left their names."

"To be honest, it's dangerous again. Now most of the wild Beyonders in Intis have been recruited by the church, and I can't hire anyone. Brother, if you are really confident in your charm, go out and catch a witch for me."

Clovis smiled bitterly:
"Don't make it difficult for me. If I encounter a witch, by the time you rescue her, she will either run away or I will be dead."

Then he cleared his throat, got back to business, and asked:
"So, what's the way to get Miss Hall to come here?"

"A Sequence 5 has come to us. This is not a big deal, but I will find a way to deal with it." Irena did not dwell on this topic for too long. A Sequence 5 from outside cannot be ignored, but she cannot take it too seriously. "By the way, there are two things I want to tell you. The first is that a branch of the Abraham family is preparing to return to Intis and is preparing to contact the Church of the God of Mysteries first."

"Abraham..."

What a nostalgic surname.

The Montemar family has never produced a demigod. Although it is a marquis family with blood ties to the royal family, because their ancestors failed in the competition for the throne, they have long since strayed from the political center, and even their surname is no longer Soren.

Two hundred years ago, they belonged to a noble family with neither powerful extraordinary powers nor real power, but with a title in name only. They were completely incomparable to the Abraham family, which, although not of high rank, had more than one demigod, and Benjamin Abraham was even called the "Four Knights" by Russell Gustav.

When Roselle was crowned emperor, those former royal relatives who had escaped the disaster by changing their surnames even had to pay their respects to Abraham.

After the death of this demigod and Roselle, the Abraham family declined rapidly and once again dispersed to various countries in the northern continent, hiding their identities. The branch that remained in Intis did not have a good ending either.

Several decades ago, two traitors killed some of the group's members and stole many of its sealed objects, causing the group to almost collapse.

As one of the families that had once taken advantage of Abraham's misfortune, and thinking about the fact that the current Church of the Creator and the former Aurora Society still preserved the extraordinary characteristics and seals stolen from the Abraham family, and reused the "Secret Saint", Clovis felt that the Abraham family's current choice was not surprising at all.

At the same time, he didn't care at all whether the Abraham family would retaliate against them. He just nodded calmly:
"Got it, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"Nothing, I just asked you to restrain the others and not to conflict with the Abraham family."

Irena took the letter from Clovis, folded it up again and put it away, then revealed a truly breaking news:

"The church is discussing something recently. Perhaps you don't know about it yet, but the parliament should receive the news soon."

"Church, I mean two churches. As you know, the Church of the God of Mystery has always been interested in improving people's livelihood and social systems."

Irena hesitated to speak, remained silent for two seconds, and looked at her brother.

Clovis looked at his sister's expression and asked tentatively: "...Are you going to make some sort of institutional reform? For example, revise the law?"

"No, it's much bigger than that..."

Seeing that her brother really couldn't guess, Irena could only sigh: "The Church of the God of Mysteries proposed that in order to further liberate the means of production and productivity, they are ready to take this opportunity to completely abolish the nobility and titles throughout the country and eliminate the privileged class from the law."

"Abolish the title?!" Clovis could hardly control his voice. He said in astonishment, "This, this! How is this possible?! Did the church agree? Without the nobility, who will restrain the common people? Who will make regular donations to the church?"

"I'm sorry brother, the Lord allowed it."

"Nobles have existed since the Fourth Epoch. We have inherited the blood of great beings and are born noble. How can we associate with commoners?! We have accumulated wealth from generation to generation! We have accumulated status and popularity from generation to generation. Are we going to just hand it over to others like this?!"

Irena closed her eyes and shook her head:

"The Lord's oracle - 'No matter how lowly or high you are, you are all my believers.' Well, since everyone is high or low, why should we distinguish between high and low? Therefore, we accepted the proposal of the Mystery Church."

"How can this be possible?!"

"You don't accept it?"

She looked sharply at Clovis, waiting for the heir's answer.

Clovis was suddenly startled by her eyes and lost his voice.

"Ah... ah—"

Her brother opened his mouth wide, showing an expression of astonishment and even fear, and his chest rose and fell violently. And there were some slight shouts coming from the door behind him, as if the woman who heard his shouts was awakened.

But Clovis paid no attention to those voices. He stared at his sister's golden eyes and saw only light and calmness in them. There was no gratitude for the family's cultivation, nor was there any leniency towards his relatives.

But he suddenly realized something, and suddenly, he figured everything out. After the tsunami, the total population of Intis dropped sharply to more than one million, and the nobles who were protected by Beyonders and the Church had a higher survival rate.

The population share of the nobles has rapidly increased several times, but they cannot provide several times the anchor and value!
Completely abolish the aristocracy and title system and take away their wealth. The church is trying to please the common people and attract more believers!

"—Praise the Lord for this, this, great decision."

Clovis immediately made the sign of the right cross on his chest, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks. However, he had regained his normal thinking ability and spoke fluently: "I am willing to follow in God's footsteps! I am willing to donate one-tenth of my family property, all of it to the church, and also donate the two villas and estates in the suburbs of Trier, and part of the bank's shares... As long as this is what God wants, I have no complaints!"

“Only one tenth?”

Clovis choked, and the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down faster. He knew that now was the time to cut off his tail and survive, but he had already promised the church a property worth nearly one million gold Louis at one time, and he really couldn't offer more.

Irena also understood his thoughts and sighed:
"One tenth is a lot. You are safe, brother."

She took out a perfumed handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Clovis, asking him to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Then she made the sign of the right cross on her chest and said softly, "Don't tell anyone about this, brother. The official bill will not be announced in Parliament until a week later."

Irena took a step closer and whispered in her brother's ear while handing him a handkerchief:

"Now that you are on our side, remember to put aside your noble status for the time being and go for a walk in the city... do what priests and missionaries should do... remember to pray and donate to the church, go more often, and also donate some military funds to the Red War..."

"When the time comes, maybe you'll have a chance to purge those nobles who are unwilling to give up their titles."

Clovis looked at his sister's face in surprise, but Irena just shook her head, whispered a prayer for him, and then prepared to leave.

"...I will expand the factory and provide more jobs. Well, I will find an opportunity this week to participate in the construction."

An ugly smile appeared on Clovis' pale face. His hands tightly grasped his sister's sleeves. His words were erratic and rapid. No one could understand the terror and ruthlessness of gods better than those who had experienced the war of gods personally. Before life, titles, status and wealth were nothing.

He knew that his first reaction to the news was definitely unsatisfactory.

If he was notified suddenly, he might be directly judged as impious and disloyal... Clovis felt scared at the thought and said in a tone of grasping at straws:

"Irena, dear, you are our family's real wealth and real guarantee..."

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It's getting daylight.

The "fortune teller" and the "thief" who had ulterior motives each had their own guilty consciences. From the thrilling night just now until the sun rose again more than an hour later, no one spoke again.

After the third hour of silence, Klein broke the awkward atmosphere:

"You shouldn't have said that."

There was no point in praying that God didn't hear us. Now both of our lives might be like candles in the wind.

Amon chuckled twice and said, "No, dear Mr. Fool, you shouldn't mention anything related to the True Creator."

You still don't forget to harm me at this time?

Klein was momentarily surprised at the other party's fearlessness as a clone, and sneered:

"Great 'Angel of Time', respected 'God of Mischief', 'Current Owner of Sefirah Castle', if you hadn't forcibly parasitized me, hadn't taken me outside Moon City, and had taken the initiative to talk to me, how would I have had the opportunity to talk to you about things related to the True Creator? By the way, your clothes are really unique, is it your favorite style?"

Swish, the Moon City-style animal skin equipment on Amon's body turned into Amon's standard pointed soft hat and wizard robe.

He adjusted his monocle, as if he regarded arguing with Klein as a simple, effortless entertainment. "I told you before, it was your ancient secrets that piqued my interest, so I asked you questions. But you don't have to answer me, right?"

Klein couldn't hold it any longer:
"Does your father know that you would rather argue than admit that you did something wrong?"

Amon paused for a second and didn't speak. Klein had observed him until now and found that only when he mentioned the ancient sun god would Amon have some relatively humane reactions. Otherwise, Klein's impression of him was just "annoying".

"...Of course He knows, otherwise how could the name 'God of Mischief' be spread among the believers?"

Amon said as if unintentionally.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and Klein stopped talking. He could tease and even provoke Amon without any burden, but it was difficult to evaluate Amon when talking about the Ancient Sun God. It can be said that even Klein didn't know what attitude he should have towards the Ancient Sun God - emotionally and logically, he was a real fellow countryman, a complete fellow countryman, but Klein only knew and was familiar with the True Creator.

The ancient sun god seemed to be just a distant shadow, like a great figure in history books whom we had never met but had heard of well.

"Actually, I have also thought about the possibility you mentioned."

Amon changed the subject, probably because he didn't want to bring up the scars of the past again and again. He always showed human-like emotions at times like this, but Klein didn't dare to believe it completely. After all, he was also the God of Deception. He just thought about it and said,

"But to be honest, I don't understand the difference, and I can't think of any reason why He would do this."

"Because I am a born mythical creature."

"I really want to understand my father's thoughts and the thoughts of human beings, but I have tried and I just can't do it, so I won't do it anymore."

To the ancient sun god, being gradually covered by the will of "God" was a terrifying thing like death. But to Amon, His will was divinity, and it had certain similarities with the path instinct and the "Lord of Mysteries". Couldn't he understand the kind of death at the conscious level that humans feared?
Klein frowned, somewhat unconvinced. He couldn't believe that a mythical creature had no fear of death at all.

He decided to forget what Amon said for the time being.

But Amon asked him again:
"So, what you said is really the truth about 'Redemption Rose'?"

Klein thought about it, thought about it again, and nodded silently.

Amon stopped talking and focused on moving forward.

As they talked, he and Amon had walked a long way, passing many ruins and the skeletons of incredible large beasts. Only corpses and severely weathered stone buildings remained to show that this place once was bustling.

Outside the city-state was a desolate wilderness whose boundaries could not be seen even under the illumination of lightning.

"Well, I wanted to take you somewhere."

Klein didn't say anything. Amon felt that he was bored, so he changed the subject again: "That's an interesting place, but you mentioned that guy. I don't dare to take you there now."

"Where?" Klein asked curiously.

Amon opened his mouth and smiled:
"It's an ancient relic, a wonderful building. It's probably from a civilization long, long ago. I want to find some history, but I don't dare to get close. It's also the place where my father appeared in the legend. It's where that guy is now."

"My father called it Chernobyl."

TBC
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God: You are all my sheep. Among the sheep, there are only those I like and those I don’t like. There is no distinction between high and low.

(End of this chapter)