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

Chapter 540 A Beautiful Lie
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This is Klein's voice.

A chill instantly rushed from Benson's feet to his brain. The world around him seemed to have faded away, and the firelight was dim.

The flames of the sea-scented grease candles began to waver, causing the brightness in the room to fluctuate. They had not been extinguished by the constant draft in the cathedral, but now they seemed to be about to fall.

Benson's senses seemed to be blurred all of a sudden. He couldn't hear or see clearly and felt extremely confused.

"I……"

Benson flinched. He was stuck. He had recited the honorific name dozens of times and had already memorized it by heart, but now he had forgotten everything.

He first turned his head and glanced at the Mandated Punisher next to him. If Benson really understood the horror of the gods, he would never dare to do such a thing at this time - but he knew nothing, so he acted a little boldly.

But Benson was disappointed with the Punisher's performance, as the other party did not seem to notice the change.

Benson didn't dare to ask.

As an ordinary person who has no connection with the mysterious world, he is even more unconnected than his sister Melissa. He doesn't even know the existence of potions and extraordinary powers. He has never received the favor and response of the gods in his life so far - or maybe he did receive favor when his brother Klein found a job and his life gradually got better. Benson sometimes felt that it was his greed that led to the subsequent disaster. He hoped that his life would be better, so the gods gave them a large sum of money and took his brother away.

What should you do after receiving a response from a hidden being?
Probably the prayer ceremony should be stopped immediately, and then don’t listen to anything the other party says, and don’t agree to anything, and report to the church as soon as possible... Benson’s mind quickly scrolled through many reports of suspected cultists in newspapers and church postings. the opposite case.

Wasn't it "Klein the Miracle Master" who responded to me? How should I ask him, no, ask Him about Klein's location?
What did He just call me? Wait, did He just call my name...

Benson shuddered. His shocked mind just reacted. The answer from the secret existence just now—not only called his name, but also called him "brother"! Because he asked about Klein's whereabouts, did the other party change into Klein's appearance to answer him? Or was it that the person who answered him just now was dead, and Klein's soul was in the hands of the secret existence, who just answered his question?

Thinking of this, Benson's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He had so many questions, but he also wanted to know one thing very urgently.

In the fear of the unknown and the innate awe of the existence of gods, Benson chose to muster up all his courage to ask this hidden existence that was clearly the evil god. His voice trembled as he asked what he wanted to know most:

"Respected existence."

He tried hard to remain respectful. After all, it would never be wrong to express one's insignificance and humility in front of these beings.

"Excuse me, where is my brother Klein Moretti now?"

……

Klein suddenly felt like laughing when he heard this question.

It was a sarcastic laugh, a sad laugh, and finally a helpless sigh. All these chaotic emotions weighed heavily on his heart and on his vocal cords, and he could not make a single sound.

Klein grinned. He tried his best to imitate the feeling that the Lord of Mysteries gave him, appearing calm and aloof. He didn't even need to imitate him deliberately now. He could already have the other person's temperament and some of his way of thinking.

The Lord of Mysteries revealed a lot of information, which was basically all about mysticism. Along with it, some permissions and the other party's divinity were also unlocked. The Outer Gods were indeed right. He confused the concepts of these two things for humans. He did not really give Klein any help, but He projected his will over to him. Therefore, Klein will definitely be smoother when accommodating extraordinary characteristics in the future.

At this moment, he was standing in the square of the Mysterious Cathedral, with the endless sky above his head and a thin gray mist surrounding him.

...Sure enough, after he chose to accept the will of the Lord of Mystery, Sefirah Castle noticed him again. So that's how it is. It turns out that it's so easy to take away Sefirah Castle. You only need to do one thing, which is to revive the will of mystery in your body.

Sefirah Castle will naturally follow.

"Benson, where am I?"

He said this with a smile, and then watched the other party's panic expression from the prayer screen, and said softly:

"I was killed."

"I was in the grave, you know. You and Melissa came to my funeral, you dressed me in new clothes, took my pocket watch, and then stood with my colleagues and watched me being buried in the dirt."

The small space behind St. Selina Church is where his brothers and sisters mourn and endlessly remember him.

However, Klein also knew that after Benson and Melissa gradually gained a foothold in Backlund and gained a new life, they had not returned to Tingen to visit their graves for a long time. Their mourning became an unspoken silence, a scar that no one would take the initiative to mention - speaking of this, we have to thank Leonard.

After he returned to Tingen and became the new team leader of the Blackthorn Security Company, he often went to the cemetery of St. Selina Church to weed and clean.

To Benson and Melissa, Leonard was a good neighbor who they had a few friends but could not forget, and a devout friend. But later, they went their separate ways and had almost no more contact. They only found out later that Leonard had returned to Tingen and would occasionally visit the graves.

This is actually the scene that Klein wants to see the most.

Just like that, Klein, who wanted to live a peaceful life with his brother and sister, was killed. Along with this death, Klein's love for this world became less, and his fragility and beautiful fantasies also decreased.

The thought of "going home" once again burned in his heart, breaking through his desire for a peaceful life and his loved ones.

Because compared to struggling to survive in this world, fighting, exploring, revenge, and facing attacks from Extraordinary people at any time, Klein, who had experienced the strangeness and terror of the Extraordinary before experiencing the beauty of power, hoped to return to his real home, return to that stable world, and return to his real parents and friends... Klein slowly recalled his past, speaking these words with a voice and rhythm like reciting poetry. His voice was calm and gentle, just like the real Klein Moretti.

"Benson, brother, do you remember that day?"

He didn't even need to think, the words just came out of his mind. It was as if he knew naturally what he should say, what he should hide, and what tone to use, like a performance, to maximize the other person's emotional infection.

As Klein heard these words, he saw that the panic and fear on Benson's face gradually subsided. It seemed that his brother confirmed through these tiny details that it was indeed Klein who was speaking, so he showed an expression of "listening carefully".

Klein couldn't help but sigh at his brother's naivety.

In the extraordinary world, it is very easy to obtain a person's information and intelligence. For him, it is just a matter of divination, not to mention that there is a way to directly obtain information from other people's memories. These details alone are not enough to prove that he is Klein, but Benson knows nothing about it, and Klein sees a vague nostalgia and expectation on the other's face. ...

Klein...it's really Klein!
Benson was shocked, yet at the same time he couldn't suppress the joy that welled up in his heart. Of course he remembered that day, how could he forget it?

He and Melissa personally helped Klein change into the new clothes given to the deceased. Melissa placed the relics on Klein, and he took Klein's pocket watch away. It was his father's relic, a beautiful golden pocket watch that looked very valuable. It was a decent accessory that Klein needed in college. To this day, the pocket watch still lies quietly on Benson's desk, and he carries it with him every day when he goes to work.

Although its shell has begun to show spots and scratches, it is not consistent with the identity of the Deputy Minister of Finance.

Klein, where are you now?

Benson felt a glimmer of hope. He asked in a low voice, his voice trembling without him even noticing:

"Klein, if you are already dead, why are you here talking to me?"

"Are you now sleeping in the goddess's kingdom, surrounded by sleeping flowers and night-blooming herbs, returning to a peaceful home, no longer disturbed by worldly sufferings?"

Benson's mumbling caught the attention of the Punisher, who widened his eyes. He had never thought that the holder of this honorable name would actually respond to Benson Moretti's words! And the other party seemed to have confirmed His identity!
Then, next, it depends on the attitude of this hidden existence towards the two of them...

The Punisher did not believe that a High-Sequence Beyonder would completely ignore his relatives, but he was also unsure whether the increasingly smooth lives of the two Morettis were due to their care and help. He observed Benson, who was obviously in a special mood, while Melissa Moretti seemed to be a little out of shape, looking at her brother with a worried look.

Benson didn't feel any vigilant or concerned gazes on him at all. He was a little scared and nervous, but more of it was anticipation. He was looking forward to Klein's answer.

If that's the case... after a long, long time, will we be able to meet again on that starry night?

……

What are you expecting, Benson? Klein thought, are you expecting me to come back to you?

No, never again.

"I was killed that day, and then I rose from the grave."

Klein lowered his voice, as if he was speaking right into Benson's ear.

He saw Benson's expression immediately stiffen, an expectant smile and wide eyes appeared on his face, looking a little funny.

"A hateful guy took away my soul, and I had to run around for it... I'm exhausted and helpless. Benson, I haven't even left the university, but now I've been to many places, to the sea, and to terrifying and dangerous places."

I had special friends, I had a dangerous time, and in the end I lost my way home—both of my ways.

I have no way to go back, and I no longer have a home where I can sleep peacefully, but I also have other ways to go. In the future, I will have unimaginably long times, I will become very strong, I may be omnipotent, I can also fall into a deep sleep for years... I will never see you again, you and my real hometown will only appear in my dreams.

Klein sighed silently, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

"My soul is controlled by the evil god. My fate is no longer under my control. I was forced to do many things. Did the Beyonder of the Thunder Church tell you that I did a lot of bad things? Benson, I'm sorry, I will never see you again."

"We will never meet again in the kingdom of the goddess."

"I'm glad to talk to you. I hope you can tell Melissa that I miss her too."

"—do you want me to say that?"

Benson was about to say something, but his expression suddenly froze on his face.

Perhaps it was because Klein's tone was too gentle and too deceptive that Benson's mind was unable to process the question for a while. This last rhetorical question, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, hit his mind like a heavy hammer, and Benson was stunned for a moment.

Klein smiled.

This time, he couldn't help but really laugh.

Looking at Benson's dull eyes, he suddenly understood why the Lord of Mysteries always liked to use lies to deceive and intimidate. At this moment, he felt that he had also become malicious. After all, he had just regained some of the authority of Sefirah Castle, as well as part of the Lord of Mysteries' consciousness and divinity. From the perspective of mysticism, he should be almost the same as the Lord of Mysteries, right? Therefore, Klein did feel a little happy from his brother's bewildered expression just now.

This is what a successful fraud feels like.

Very good, just like this -

He briefly formulated his words, the smile on his lips growing wider.

"Your expression is very interesting to me, Benson. Klein was like that too."

Benson was touched by his brother's name, and he subconsciously asked back:
"what?"

TBC
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"He did the same thing back then. He used his worthless soul to express his anger towards me, accusing me of occupying his body. Then he cried and begged me, hoping that I would let him die and not do anything to you."

Klein was thinking and recalling, as if he was speaking as a complete outsider, and the lie became the truth the moment it came out of his mouth.

He sighed with a smile, giving Benson a final blow to his nerves. He could already clearly see the other party trembling.

"Then he died, and there was nothing left."

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