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

Chapter 502 Scene
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After hearing these words, Klein looked at the Outer God in front of him again and felt a mysterious feeling, as if he had eaten Frank's poisonous mushrooms.

He really wanted to wash his face with cold water to clear his mind and spirit, but there was only salty, fishy, ​​and muddy sea water around him.

"…Why don't you go by yourself?"

Klein wanted to be as serious and alert as before, but he inexplicably felt that his emotions seemed to be out of control. He couldn't be alert, and he even felt relaxed. He suspected that this was also the influence of the Outer Gods, the power of some unknown path.

The Outer God in front of him spread his hands:
"This is the assessment I gave Him. To put it more simply... it's the written examination for His doctorate entrance exam. If you can't complete this project, you're not considered my student."

"I train them because I want to see them face the inevitable crisis of death at some stage in the future."

"Whether it is success or failure and death, it is an answer that can satisfy me."

Klein wanted to complain, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Asking your students to do a project and kill them if they don't do it well is not a strange behavior. It can only mean that your doctoral students are really unlucky to meet you. But if the doctoral supervisor is an alien god, it doesn't seem strange.

Klein felt more and more that the Old One was a life form that puzzled him, just like the "Hidden Sage, Demon of Knowledge" said that the Old One would become him one day, and Qi Guang said that He would call himself "we" under special circumstances. The same was true for the Outer God in front of him. They seemed to have humanity and yet seemed not to have it. They seemed to have some common human emotions and yet seemed not to have them.

They are like a collection of instincts, and all their actions are centered around themselves.

It's just that in the process of following their instincts, they will more or less show some "emotions"...

"It doesn't matter if you don't save me." The Lord of Decay said, "In fact, I have been observing you in the God-Forsaken Land. I have had countless opportunities to kill you. By the time Amon reacted, the gaps between your bones should have been full of weeds. But I didn't do it until now, just to see what kind of changes you can bring to the almost predetermined fate of the earth."

However, if Klein does not become this variable, then the Outer Gods will feel that there is no need to keep him.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t save me, the Outer God thought. I lose a good student and an avatar, and you lose your life and an earth.

If I kill you, the demon of knowledge will fully support Bethel instead of fighting me.

The most likely possibility is that He will take the initiative to arrange the ceremony, regardless of Bethel Abraham's wishes, and directly summon Him back to Earth on the night of the full moon for "resurrection and reshaping", and then support Him to go to Mount Honachis to eat "half of the Fool", and then use the aggregation and the identity of the "Fool" to go directly to the spirit world to find the Source Castle.

He is bound to go to war with Loen, and to start the war he will have to release the Son of Chaos. Anyway, the Demon of Knowledge's believers' home ground is not here. As long as the Western Continent does not suffer too much damage, he will not care about the lives of the people in the North and South Continents.

As for what happens afterwards—the mysteries gradually return, God also returns, and the earth becomes a mess. What does this have to do with them?
By the time things really developed to that point, not to mention them, even the group of people watching outside would have run away after watching the excitement.

Just as He said, the help He gave to Klein was just a small favor. He didn't expect a little angel to repay him, nor did he expect the future Lord of Mysteries to remember this small favor. All He wanted was a Lord of Mysteries who could help Him open the seal and not stop Him from snatching Beyonder characteristics. Even if He was not on His side, He should at least not stand on the side of the God of Thunder.

Unfortunately, Klein is not the type of person who can stand idly by.

Therefore, after talking to Him, the Demon of Knowledge did not get a satisfactory answer, and he could not help but think about Bethel.

It just so happens that the Abraham family is willing to submit summoning materials and plans, and the majority of them support finding their ancestors...

Klein thought for a moment and said, "Then you..."

The Outer God interrupted: "If you ask Him again, you will die."

Klein had no choice but to take back the question that was on his lips. However, judging from the other party's expression, which seemed to show no concern at all, he felt that perhaps the time had not come yet and there was still hope for a turnaround.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked:

"Then how do you want me to save you?"

"Playing tricks?" The Lord of Withering didn't mind. "If I were to come and see, I would still hope that Richard would die, because this world would never make him happy. But you do have a way to save him, you just need to give him happiness."

Klein frowned and instinctively had a bad premonition.

He looked at the malicious smile of the Outer God, and only then did he realize more deeply that He and Edward Vaughn were the same god with different expressions.

“Give Him alms.”

The Outer God whispered, "Mr. Zhou Mingrui, a survivor of the Old World, are you willing to see the Highland Republic, which has finally been revived, become a colony again? As a descendant of a semi-colonial and semi-feudal country in the Old World, you should understand what this means."

"Let's not talk about that. Richard has helped you several times before. Well, He cheated you out of your money. Angels that can be bought with money are too cheap."

The Lord of Decay sat on a rock, his hand half covering his mouth, hiding his smile:
"From all aspects, you would be a pretty good god. At least you have the virtue of helping believers appropriately and turning a blind eye. Your existence makes me think of a way to completely save this country (completely destroy His future possibilities), which is..."

Richard had to rely on a god to survive.

"...You go and protect this poor country."

……

It was deep winter, the clouds were gray, and gas resources were regulated due to the war, so the street lights were not yet on.

The sky was already dark at four o'clock, and it was not even five o'clock yet. Backlund was already dim, but the street lights were still not on.

In the nights when the curfew was strictly enforced a few months ago, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund. Occasionally, a carriage passed by, and the passengers were all people with sufficient status. Now, although the police no longer maintain a curfew, there are still very few pedestrians on the road.

Fors wore a warm woolen coat and went out to a nearby mailbox to deliver manuscripts, and also prepared to buy a newspaper to take back.

Although she was already a mid-sequence Beyonder, the cold wind blowing in her face still made Fors unconsciously pull up her collar and push down her hat a little, leaving only her eyes exposed.

In such a dark environment, if you don't look closely at her shoes and the hair behind her back, you can hardly tell that she is a woman.

"The gas company is getting more and more stingy..." Fors couldn't help but complain, "I heard that the price is going to increase, and it's not even December yet. By the time of the New Year, will ordinary people really be able to afford gas?"

Complaining quietly, another gust of cold wind blew over, and Fors wrapped her clothes tightly helplessly.

The darkness of the environment did not hinder the vision of the Beyonder. Fors finally waited for a public horse-drawn carriage. In this weather, the horses were no longer willing to come out to pull the carriages. The number of carriages that could be boarded and stopped anywhere decreased, and only the public carriages were still running. The editorial office happened to be near a platform where the horse-drawn carriages would stop. Therefore, after paying three pence, she got on.

The carriage was narrow and cold, and even the seat cushions were chilly because people kept coming in and out and could not maintain warmth.

When passing by the charity foundation run by Miss Audrey, Fors looked out the window and saw that the door was closed, with only a few rooms at the top still having lights on.

The foundation building is one of the few buildings on the street that can provide employees with gas heating and lighting in the evening.

Warm yellow light shone through several windows on the second and third floors facing the road, illuminating a short distance ahead. Several homeless people, dressed thickly and raggedly, huddled together in a corner and dozing off, seemingly hoping that the employees would give them a few coins after get off work.

"Today is a holiday, Miss Audrey should not be here... If Miss Justice saw the homeless people and begging children at the corner when she walked out of the foundation building, she would definitely give them money."

Seeing this scene, Fors felt emotional and turned his head away.

She has seen too much during this period.

Originally, the East District was synonymous with homeless people and the poor, but with the country's economic downturn, the number of homeless people in the urban area has increased.

Soon, the public horse-drawn carriage carried Fors through a block and headed to the editorial office on the edge of Hillston. On the way, Fors occasionally looked out the window and occasionally thought about what to write for the next submission. The carriage was quiet and no one was in the mood to talk.

When passing a street connecting Hillston District and Queens District, Fors happened to look up and look out the window.

Because at this moment, the sky had completely darkened, and the gas lamps on the roadside lit up one by one, illuminating the people wandering on the roadside.

Fors looked out the window. The lights illuminated the streets and the city, but the doors of the shops on the street were closed. There was a long distance between each shop. Backlund did not seem to have woken up from the winter afternoon. Instead, he revealed a tired look.

Fors's writer's instinct was aroused. She subconsciously made a gesture to grab a pen. Some vague ideas and words that did not form a sentence flashed through her mind. After a few seconds, she pressed her temples, slowly sat down, and sighed.

"When will it get better..."

……

"Hurry up, it's almost time for dinner, quickly deliver the ingredients and the wine that was just delivered to the winery today."

"For tonight's dinner, the Earl chose beef supplied from the manor outside the city as the main dish, as well as game and fruits from the fiefdom. These were all rushed here this morning. If they were damaged, we wouldn't be able to pay for it even if we sold all our food."

"These fruits and vegetables will be used to make tomato soup and mashed potato pancakes before the meal."

"Beef with oyster sauce or caviar?" "Here is the menu. For dessert, prepare your favorite fruit cake and a traditional pie."

"Hey, this is the table wine produced in the Eastchester County Castle. Who brought it here? The Earl and his wife requested sparkling wine from Winter County. Send it over quickly. It's in the alley next to it... Tableware, head maid, are the tableware ready?"

"Okay, today's dishes will be paired with the set of silver and gold tableware. Go set the table. We still have an hour."

High up in the Hall family's luxurious villa, a door opened silently, and the figure of the "Secret Saint" Butis appeared at the door. He observed vigilantly for a moment, but did not come out immediately.

As soon as he arrived, he noticed that the mansion was protected by three mid-sequence Beyonders, all of whom were from the Church of the Dark. The security force was sufficient without the presence of demigods, and it was almost impossible to encounter any danger.

Butis stood by the door and only came out after making sure it was completely safe. He then carefully hid in the dark and watched the Hall family's mansion.

The servants below were preparing dinner for the Earl's family in an orderly manner. They were well-trained, carrying all kinds of expensive and fresh ingredients in and out, and their cooperation was quite beautiful. Although Butis could hear their conversation clearly, the actual voices of those people were very low, so low that it was difficult to hear them if you passed by them. The basic communication was conveyed only through eye contact and body movements.

Even though the Abrahams had fallen on hard times, they were still considered a good upper-middle class family in every place, with a good standard of living. Members who survived to adulthood and were able to get promoted could obtain real estate and a number of shares.

But compared with the Hall family's extravagant style, Butis felt that those pedantic old guys were still very frugal and old-fashioned.

If they were just secular nobles, no matter how powerful they were, Butis would not care about them, and would not even mind killing them and directly entering the vault to plunder. But he has been very cautious so far, and his every move has not been too excessive, because Miss Hall of the Hall family is a genius who can be promoted to a demigod.

Demigod, power, these are the real wealth and status guarantee of the family.

After observing the servants' reactions for a while, Butis stroked his chin and made a guess:
"These people did not notice that Miss Hall was not there. In fact, Miss Hall at home could still respond normally and move around normally."

"It seems that this girl is not simple. She should have a companion, or a 'secret doll', 'substitute' or some other sealed object that can act on her behalf when she travels... But can a sealed object have such high intelligence?"

After thinking for a while, Butis still couldn't come up with an answer. He could only understand that Miss Hall might not be a simple person.

There may be other organizational channels besides the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"Since she's going to use a stand-in, she should only be out for a short time. It's almost time for dinner now. Can her stand-in eat?"

"Then I just need to wait for her to come back. There's no need to take the risk of going to the Southern Continent and gamble on that life-saving favor."

Butis sat safely on the roof, deciding to wait and see.

At the same time, in Audrey's room, Susie, who had once again dealt with the maid's questions, was already a little anxious.

It couldn't help but want to walk back and forth in the room to relieve its anxiety, but it was worried that Anne, the personal maid outside the door, would recognize the difference in its footsteps.

"Audrey, shouldn't you have come back by now?"

It anxiously went back and forth between the washroom, bathroom, and study, but never saw any signs of the ritual magic being activated again. And Audrey's body was still lying on the bed, sleeping comfortably in the soft silk quilt, breathing evenly.

"Audrey, what happened... Are you okay?"

……

“The water showed no sign of receding,” Sharon said.

Maric nodded, wading through waist-deep water to push the raft of desks carrying a dozen children to a higher shelter: "It's still rising."

Sharon floated in the sky, still floating like a ghost in her simple black and white cloth skirt. She used her extraordinary ability to control the other two boats filled with people old and young. She looked much cleaner and more respectable than Maric, who had almost turned into a clay figure.

She frowned slightly:
"Why don't you use the state of resentful spirit?"

"It is said that walking in sewage can easily lead to infection. If you scratch your legs or feet, you may get infected or even die."

Maliqi was stunned for a moment: "I was in such a hurry to collect food just now that I forgot. It's okay, don't worry, wait until these children are sent over, and I will use the resentful spirit to rescue them later."

"You're right. It's too dangerous for them to walk in the water. It's easy for something to happen."

Sharon nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly saw the color of the space around her become brighter. Then, a tall man wearing the traditional robes of the Highland Kingdom appeared in midair. He appeared briefly from the spirit world, holding a young woman in a white coat in his hand, who seemed to be a doctor.

"No one is indulgent." The tall man in black robe glanced around, finally his eyes fell on Sharon's face, and whispered, "No one is restrained either."

Sharon was a little unhappy.

The orange-haired doctor looked over and was slightly surprised when he saw Sharon. Then, he looked at Maric and was even more surprised.

"The condition of the Beyonders here is very stable, just leave it to them." After the tall man in black robe examined them, he immediately left with the doctor. At the moment when the passage to the spirit world was closed again, Sharon seemed to hear the doctor say something.

"It's a little different from what I imagined..."

Audrey recalled the two people she had just seen, and she could hardly believe that they were the temperance members that Mr. World had mentioned. In Mr. World's description, the quiet and reserved "Miss Sharon" who was always neatly dressed was wearing civilian clothes and carrying women and children, while "Mr. Maric" who liked to play cards by himself was standing in the mud and pushing the children.

After a while, she couldn't help wanting to laugh again:

"Not only them, but even I have become very... very..."

"Not like myself anymore."

Her mood had just started to improve when Tawfik, who was holding her and traveling through the spirit world, suddenly stopped.

“The space in front is blocked off.”

Tawfik stretched out his hand and swung it forward. His fist seemed to hit something, and the transparent air in front of him sank slightly. Tawfik continued to exert force, and the "membrane" sank further and further, and finally formed a deep pit, but it was never broken.

"We have encountered the enemy."

He retracted his fist, his face unfriendly, and said again: "Be careful, don't stay too far away from me."

Audrey's face became more serious than ever before. She nodded, her eyes turned golden, and she was ready to deal with it.

Then, she saw Tawfik shaking his head unnaturally and muttering something. At the same time, she also heard a requiem that seemed to echo across the fields, distant and peaceful, like the lullaby that her mother and the elderly maid would hum when she was young.

But Audrey woke up the moment she fell into a deep sleep, and after waking up, her heart sank quickly to the bottom.

She was too familiar with this voice.

Just by hearing this vague voice, Audrey could completely picture the other person in her mind.

She had participated in many prayers and sacraments presided over by the owner of this voice. She had listened to his sermons and speeches. After she became a director of a charity foundation and helped many people during the war, the owner of this voice praised her.

Their opponent is the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese.

St. Anthony.

TBC
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Boom!

The third bolt of lightning fell and once again struck the figure standing on the top of the mountain.

This time, the thunder finally broke His bones, causing Him to fall down and fall into the rubble and earth pile formed by the collapsed mountain.

Tolziner was silent, lying on his back in the mud puddle, letting his plain patched ascetic robes soak through the rain and mud, and he looked at the cloudy sky above his head. The source of the divine punishment was so far away, and he was so weak that it was not worth mentioning.

The thunder left by the Thunder God's divine power completely destroyed his "lightning rod" in just three strikes.

There shouldn't be a fourth bolt of lightning in the short term... If there is, it will probably smash me to pieces the moment it falls.

After a moment's silence, the Bound God habitually endured the pain of regenerating bones and flesh, and climbed up from the ground without a word and expression. The rain quickly washed away the mud and blood on his body, outlining his weak and thin body.

With every step the Bound God took, his body became more illusory. After three steps, he had completely disappeared and entered the spiritual world.

He had one more thing to do.