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

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I said I was a waiter and I didn't want to deal with this matter, not that I wanted you to order me to work...

Klein was stunned by the idea of ​​the Duke of the Fourth Epoch, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not impossible. After all, wasn't the job of a "waiter" to help his employer handle affairs and execute orders?
My idea should be correct, but I haven't taken the potion yet, so I can't use the feedback from the potion to confirm whether this is correct.

However, Klein was not in a hurry to take action.

After making up his mind to help deal with it, Klein shifted his attention to the picture displayed by Sefirah Castle.

In the vision of Sefirah Castle, the range of the moon halo was even larger than in reality. Although Badhair tried his best to retreat and avoid it, he had already quietly fallen into the range of the moonlight. The front end of the hazy red moonlight was like a bunch of slender and twisted fingers, spreading forward like roots. The fine and dense moonlight wove into a large net, trying to capture the rebellious child of the God of War who was unwilling to throw himself into his mother's arms.

Although Bethel seemed safe, it was actually being slowly approached by the red moonlight. It was just that Badhair, the "son of the Mother Goddess in the mystical sense," was currently more favored by the Mother Goddess than Him.

Hiss... It feels much stronger than I thought? Is it because the Fallen Mother Goddess has been paying attention to this place?
Klein's gaze lingered on that special painting for a while, and he found that the picture was completely filled with the red moon in the center and the distinct layers of light, with no space for other stars or the starry sky.

At the same time, the painting seemed to become somewhat unstable, and the frame seemed to be distorted in the red light. When it showed the symbol of the Fallen Mother Goddess, it was already polluted. If it was delayed any further, either the painting would completely collapse, and the Fallen Mother Goddess would no longer be able to transmit power, but the pollution would also disperse, or it would be assimilated and strengthened by the power of the Mother Goddess until it grew a "living characteristic" loyal to the Mother Goddess!
Although there is only one Fallen Mother Goddess, can I really handle the pollution of such a pillar-level existence...

Klein was a little nervous. No matter how weak and damaged the opponent was, he was still a pillar-level Old One. No matter how much he strengthened himself, he could only rely on Sefirah Castle to temporarily pretend to be a god. Who would have thought that he would have to face the power of the Mother Goddess? But he still had to handle this matter, handle it cleanly and beautifully, and make everyone, especially the God of Thunder, believe that he was the Lord of Mysteries, not Klein Moretti.

...The pressure is so great.

Klein sighed inwardly, then revoked the authority over the Source Castle that he had previously granted to Antigonus.

I must first improve my status and control over Sefirah Castle...

The next moment, the surrounding gray fog naturally gathered together, passing Antigonus on the chair and rushing to Klein's side, instantly making his aura seem lofty and mysterious. Even his face became blurred, as if revealing another side.

The gray fog like a tide approached Klein and slowly merged into his body, forming a simple cloak around his body that obscured the outline of his face. Klein once again felt that he had "regained control of this space" and that "this is the power of the Lord of Mysteries."

His more intense emotions and chaotic thoughts gradually disappeared, and he naturally thought that he was the master of this place.

In this state, when Klein's eyes fell on the scroll that was emitting a hazy red light, his mood had gradually changed from the initial tension to calmness. He no longer regarded the Fallen Mother Goddess as an invincible danger. Instead, he was able to think quite easily and rationally about how to expel this seal and the pollution within it. He was even thinking about whether he could play a small joke on the Fallen Mother Goddess so that she would not get angry, but would feel unhappy as if she had been stung by a poisonous insect.

Antigonus looked at the "waiter" whose temperament had completely changed in horror, feeling the world gradually moving away from him.

He saw the indifference and mockery of the divine nature on the other's face, which made Antigonus more convinced that whether it was the previous good talk, tolerance, or sharp tongue, they were just the sides that were shown. As for which side was the real one, or whether every side shown by the other was actually a "performance", Antigonus himself could not guess.

Just like the uniqueness of The Fool, that white mask without any facial features.

A smiley face, a sad face, an angry face or any emotion can be painted on it at will, but the mask itself remains empty.

Klein did not notice Antigonus's thoughts, or perhaps in this state he did not care about the various speculations of a dying man about him.

He looked at the painting, then thought for a moment, and instinctively reached out his hand.

As if a voice was in his ear, teaching him what to do, he controlled the power of Sefirah Castle to wrap the scroll layer by layer. He first used the power of Sefirah to cut off the connection between the scroll and the Fallen Mother Goddess to prevent the other party from further increasing the output, and then used "deception" and "seal" on the red moonlight that had already escaped. The moonlight that rushed towards Bethel turned a corner, its purpose was deceived, and after circling Bethel, it returned to the inside of the scroll, covered by the gray mist, and turned into a thin red surging below.

"It seems interesting to let a family tortured by the moon obtain a seal blessed by the moon..."

Klein first had this idea, but then gave it up.

"Forget it. There's no need to provoke them. I can't remove the contamination on this seal for now, but at least I can prevent the contamination inside from leaking out. It's already very difficult for the Abraham family to survive until now, not to mention that Mr. Bethel has also suffered greatly from it."

As for Badheir...

Klein's eyes turned slightly and looked at the God of War who was struggling hard in the tentacles of the moonlight.

"...It is of no benefit to me to contact the River of Everlasting Darkness now. Polluting it will only enhance my aggregation instinct, but it will affect my ego and will, and I don't need the extraordinary characteristics and authority corresponding to the River of Everlasting Darkness... It is also a good thing for me that they are all dead. When I fight with God in the future, maybe I will also need the power of the River of Everlasting Darkness appropriately."

"It doesn't matter if he is polluted and corroded. The River of Eternal Darkness is right here anyway. We can just throw him into it."

So Klein ignored the red moonlight that had attached itself to Badhair. Since “He” had just abandoned his mother, wasn’t this the best opportunity for him to return to his mother’s arms and admit his mistakes to her?

He decided to stop here. The life or death of the God of War was none of his business. Klein wanted to kill Him directly.

With this in mind, Klein did not take any other action after sealing the "Scroll". He directly gave part of the control of Sefirah Castle back to Antigonus, telling him that he had dealt with it, allowing him to continue playing the role of "The Fool" while he stood aside again.

Antigonus looked at him deeply and said nothing.

As the aura of Sefirah Castle gradually faded, Klein's spirit became active again. Then he frowned, feeling deeply dissatisfied with the evil thought that had just occurred to him.

Return the "scroll" contaminated by the fallen mother goddess to the Abraham family?
As long as the seal of the Source Castle above weakens a little, the moon pollution inside, which is equivalent to a time bomb, will erupt. By then, it will not be a problem to directly pollute the entire Abraham family, and even Bethel will be in danger... Is this what a human being would do?

Klein felt deeply confused by this idea that naturally appeared in his mind, but this was indeed an idea that came to him in that strange situation, with a mental state and way of thinking very close to that of the "Lord of Mysteries", so that Klein could not judge whether this was guided by the evil taste of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, or a decision he made under the influence of divinity and path instinct.

...Luckily, I didn't actually do that. Klein secretly rejoiced.

I will mention this to Mr. Bethel later and ask him to temporarily give me the "scroll" for safekeeping and put it in Sefirah Castle to prevent any problems from occurring when I'm not there... Wait, if Mr. Bethel also accepts this, then I will have the right to use this "scroll"?
This couldn't be... my idea... I was just thinking "I also want a Level 0 Sealed Artifact"... but this is also...

Klein once again fell into confusion and self-doubt.

He felt that the Lord of Mysteries should be laughing at him loudly right now, but he had no evidence.

……

Badhair's mind was in a mess.

The sudden intervention of the Fallen Mother Goddess interrupted His rhythm. Under the tattered armor, He felt a small hand growing on His fingers. It swayed and grew, wanting to leave His body with an angel-level extraordinary characteristic and go to the gentle moon. A silver-white sword light flashed by, and the new little hand was cut off. Before it fell, it turned into pure spirituality and dissipated into the air.

Another person's voice appeared in his brain, or perhaps his brain had developed its own consciousness, crying sharply like a newborn baby, looking for the warm embrace of its mother.

But where is mother?
The sharp cries and shouts made the God of War very irritated, but he couldn't stab the Dusk Giant Sword into his brain like he did just now. Where is his mother? Badhair also had to start thinking about this question, but the first person he thought of was his father.

But the face of his father Olmir seemed to be blurred in his mind. They once had family affection and happy times as a family. He sat beside his father, and Bradl was stroked by his mother's hair. Everyone was laughing. But now when he recalled it, all he remembered was the blood-stained armor, the fallen body, and the Dusk Greatsword he picked up.

It's not entirely the father's fault, but the father is definitely wrong.

Because Ormir is the eternal god and the original king of the giants. If his father hadn't died, he would have been able to be a prince and the god of the dawn all his life. Because his father still despised and looked down on humans, but didn't notice that humans led by the sun god had become a force that could not be underestimated, and he was only concerned with fighting with the Elf King, and even killed Lilith because of a personal grudge.

His father, who was tall and majestic, and whom he thought would never fall when he was young, finally fell in his hands. However, the God of Dawn at that time and now the God of War did not feel much guilt. Instead, excitement occupied all his thoughts. He was now the new king of the giants. He was the true god of this path. He was more outstanding and stronger than his father. His father's blind hostility and disgust towards the Sun God would only put everyone in danger. He knew how to judge the situation better. He could protect the giants and could -

Screams and roars interrupted the God of Dawn's fantasy of a bright future.

Badhair's dizzy mind suddenly came to clarity, he turned around abruptly and saw his mother who was incredulous and furious.

Badhair remembered that he had explained and made a promise, but his mother still cursed him loudly and left. Under the frozen sunset of the Giant King's Court, the goddess of harvest left him with a back full of hatred and disgust. Not long after, his brother also betrayed him. Badhair stood in the most luxurious bedroom of the King's Court, lowered his head, and found that blood flowed from his father's cold body to his feet, and he thought -

A little dirty.

He thought, we should get someone to clean it up quickly. I don’t want to live in a place full of blood and corpses.

Puff, puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out of Badhair's mouth uncontrollably, and part of it fell on his chest, staining his armor red. He looked at the blood in astonishment, his heart came alive, beating wildly in his chest, like a naughty child jumping up and down.

Where is mother?

The mother did not leave... Although He was so angry and sad that day, and even wanted to sever ties with her, she came back later and established a new agreement as if they were partners... However, Badhair and Omibella had grown tired of each other, and even after they both became gods, they would not allow the other's believers to appear in their own country.

Later, Bradl also died, and Badhair no longer cared whether his mother was still as sad as she was before.

...But there are some things I can’t remember.

On the day Brad was cursed to death, did his mother cry for him?

One by one, his organs and extraordinary characteristics gained new life, and Badhair's thoughts and ideas were suppressed to the maximum extent. He had already consumed a lot of energy in the struggle with Bethel, and now he had no ability to resist the pollution from the fallen mother goddess.

He stood there in a daze, but still held the Dusk Greatsword tightly in his hand.

……

"…The power of the Fallen Mother Goddess was expelled and sealed just like that? Is this the power of Sefirah Castle?"

Bethel looked at the "God's Scroll" floating on the side, still feeling scared about what had just happened.

Now the "God's Scroll" was quietly suspended in the air of the spirit world, looking completely harmless. The picture was a whole piece of gray, as if it was covered with paint, but if you look closely, you can find that these different shades of gray are flowing like mist. The gray mist covered the surface of the scroll, like a layer of gauze, which covered the scarlet underneath.

The red moon on the canvas has gradually changed from the size of a fist to the size of a human head.

Bethel did not dare to get closer. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. In the gaps between the flowing gray fog, he saw the red moon below slowly shrinking and expanding as if it had life. It was even moving slowly, looking for the weak points in the gray fog, trying to project the moonlight out.

As if sensing Bethel's approach, the moon glanced towards Him like an eye.

Bethel looked away immediately.

"It seems that this painting will not show any images in the short term. It is sealed by the power of Sefirah Castle and is basically useless."

"If no one is looking at this painting and no one is appreciating it, then the characters in it will come alive and enter the real world little by little... It seems that this seal cannot completely restrict the one on the moon, but it is far beyond my ability..."

Bethel looked at the seal, then looked away, unable to bear to look at it.

This is simply to cover up the power of Sefirah Castle, just like a novice packer simply and roughly wrapping the items tightly with several layers of wrapping paper, leaving no gaps. There is no technical content at all, it is all personality.

"...Who is controlling Sefirah Castle now? This sealing technology..."

Bethel tried to analyze it, but was completely unable to do so.

He suspected that the person on top was Klein, because Amon obviously wouldn't have the leisure to do so.

But the man's behavior was quite different from Klein's. The voice sounded familiar, but Bethel couldn't be sure whether it was a "fraud" of Sefirah Castle or a real voice. This guy's control over Sefirah Castle was obviously extraordinary. He could even seal the power of the Fallen Mother Goddess... If this was Klein, Bethel would have to re-evaluate Klein's abilities and trump cards.

At first, Bethel simply regarded Klein as a lucky man chosen by Sefirah Castle. However, if he could show such powerful strength at the angel stage, then Bethel would have to admit that his compatibility with Sefirah Castle far exceeded his own, and he had no chance of winning against Klein.

Then, Bethel looked at Badhair and found that he seemed to be in a state of dullness and stupidity, and had no response to the outside world.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Bethel didn't intend to miss this opportunity.

In an instant, countless doors opened all over Badhair's body. They were interconnected and exploded one after another at a specific speed. The space tear formed was enough to tear an unsuspecting god into pieces.

As doors appeared one after another, the God of War seemed to finally realize the approach of deadly danger.

He moved his arms somewhat stiffly, raised the Dusk Greatsword, created a dawn storm around him, and tore the doors apart one by one. His expression became ferocious, and the light around him became more intense, as if he was ready to perish together with Bethel.

But at this moment, His movements suddenly froze.

Badhair slowly turned his head and saw the demon wolf staring at him quietly. Above the Source Castle, Antigonus had taken advantage of his distraction to grab the thread of his spirit.

The next second, the space was torn to pieces, and a huge amount of light exploded here.

TBC
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Good night! (End of chapter)