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

Chapter 598 Meeting

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Susie dismissed the valet who came to test on behalf of her master with just a few words, making the valet smile from ear to ear. He took the gold pocket watch that Susie had secretly given him and sent her to the carriage with satisfaction.

Susie sat in the carriage, leaving a neat silhouette to the other party. When the humble and pleasant maid also got on the car, the butler helped her close the door, but the smile on his face suddenly became perfunctory, and the same contempt as his employer appeared between his eyebrows.

He took the "bribe" he had received and went back to report to the Viscount.

Now there were only her and her personal maid here, and the atmosphere was suddenly private and relaxed.

Her shoulders slumped, and her upper body subconsciously wanted to bend down, pressing her forearms tightly against her thighs. But the tight corset and the hat on her head immediately reminded her that she was now a human being who could walk upright. She twisted slightly on the cushion restlessly, resisting the urge to relax and lie down on the cushion without any image.

Seeing her expression, Audrey, who was sitting opposite her, couldn't help laughing.

"Susie," she joked, "You are already a Sequence 6 Hypnotist, so why are you still not used to pretending to be a human? When I went to the southern continent, you pretended to be me at home and were never discovered."

"That's because I took advantage of it... Because you have a fixed image in their minds, so I don't need to act exactly like you, I just need to make them feel that 'Audrey is doing this'."

Even if some minor emergencies or errors in impression occur, they can be glossed over and are not a big deal.

Now "it" has to become "her", to act as a real human being, a human being made up out of thin air. There is no shortcut to this. Susie finally realized that she could no longer watch the show comfortably in the audience, but had to perform on stage herself.
Susie took out a piece of fruit candy and a piece of beef jerky from the small bag she carried with her, put them in her mouth and started chewing.

Through this behavior, her emotions gradually stabilized.

In Audrey's view, this is like a toddler getting a certain amount of mental stability and satisfaction by sucking his fingers. Susie also understands the principle of such behavior, so she decisively follows it, intending to gradually adapt to her new identity according to the growth process of human toddlers.

"The doll's body can actually eat food." Susie couldn't help but sigh, "It's so convenient and incredible."

Audrey smiled and nodded, "Of course. These foods will be directly decomposed into spirituality. Although it is a small amount, it can be transformed and can be considered as being eaten. Of course, in order to pretend, you still have to go to the bathroom regularly every day."

From the appearance to the voice, everything was tailor-made for Mr. Richard Ernst.

The dolls for the middle sequence were not too expensive and did not require much technical skills. The other party listened to the requirements while sewing the materials at hand. After Audrey finished speaking, he finished it. Considering that the situation in the highlands was not very good, Audrey paid 10,000 pounds for the dolls she ordered.

"For the next four months, until the social season for the nobility begins, you will be living this life of sleeping during the day and going home at night."

"It's a high intensity to play a human being..." Susie sighed, imitating Audrey's example.

"By the way, those male and female servants are secretly laughing at you for not only having a rustic name, but also smelling like Feynapotter's earth."

Audrey felt a little regretful:
"Susie, if you are willing to accept my suggestion and change your name to Sophia, no one will mind that your name is so rustic."

Susie shook her head and said seriously, "A name is just a code name and can be changed at any time. As far as I know, even if parents and elders pour their hopes and blessings into the naming ceremony, it is impossible for a child to have such a talent. The most important thing is that I like the name Audrey gave me. Audrey, your current name is Minnie. Although it is very ordinary, it will not change your inner self."

"Yes."

Audrey sighed: "Talent cannot be passed down through blood, and blessings are just blessings."

"This time, I wanted to use my position to forge a relative from Intis, but it was too suspicious, so I chose to take the initiative to contact Miss Lazy, who was in charge of Feynaporte in the Psychological Alchemy Society. Coincidentally, the other party also needed an opportunity to exchange information with Intis, so I got the information about this family and successfully connected with my target, Viscount Conrad."

The Psychological Alchemy Club does not have a fixed time like the Tarot Club. We can meet with everyone every Monday at 3 pm.

We get together once a week and are considered to be fairly familiar friends in real life.

But the Psychological Alchemy Society is different. Only the president is qualified to issue a request to summon them. In most cases, prayers may not be answered in time, and the city where concrete desires are walking is not something that can be entered just because you want to.

Audrey had never met the president, nor was she an old member who had been promoted normally within the Psychological Alchemy Society. This required her to find a way to identify the other six reviewers and select the members who were suitable for developing a cooperative relationship.

This is simple for the audience, but if the other party is also an audience, the "conversation" with a purpose but no clear statement will become subtle.

Fortunately, this mission was issued by Hermes, and Audrey could obtain intelligence from him, including support throughout the mission. Even when in danger, she could seek help from him, so it was no problem for her to obtain a reasonable identity in order to enter Loen smoothly. This could probably be considered a benefit for new employees.

With Hermes as the middleman, her cooperation and communication with Miss "Lazy" was very easy.

"The words of this senior member of the Psychological Alchemy Society have given me great inspiration."

"My time as a Beyonder was too short. I lacked the process of accumulation and was always running forward... For the 'audience', although we have to walk in front of the stage, we often do not use our true identity."

Susie also pricked up her ears - she found that she couldn't prick up her ears anymore, so she listened attentively to what Audrey said.

She did not have the opportunity to contact the Psychological Alchemy Society, but she was also eager to exchange experiences with her peers.

Looking at Susie's expectant eyes, Audrey said slowly:

"I heard that in the Secret Society, Sequence 5 of the 'Fortune Teller' is called the 'Master of Secret Puppetry', and Sequence 6 is the 'Faceless Man'. They also emphasize hiding behind the scenes and secretly manipulating others. I came into contact with someone from the Secret Society once, and found that it was somewhat different from what I imagined."

"They seem to be constantly emphasizing 'playing someone else', and the negative effect is 'eliminating the self'."

"I am the coachman, I am the noble, I am the king, and I am also the beggar. But there is always one identity that people will indulge in. If they think they are the king, how can they continue to be a beggar? Under such roles, few people can always remember their true 'self'. At the same time, when people become puppets, they also become themselves. They only manipulate their own identities, not others."

“But the audience is different…”

"Our identities are written for a purpose. We don't need to play someone else. We just hide our true selves in the audience, and even watch ourselves perform with other identities. We can write dramas for ourselves, and we can also arrange a suitable exit ending for ourselves. So, if I am strong enough and become a Sequence 3, and have the method to split the 'virtual personality'... death should only mean 'this identity will be permanently disabled' to me."

Susie seemed to understand:

"...In other words, although we seem to be on stage, our true selves are still behind the scenes and off stage?"

"Right, that is it."

After saying this, Audrey and Susie looked at each other, and suddenly some strange thoughts arose in their minds.

Susie sat in the main seat, but every one of her thoughts and actions had to be discussed with herself. Even the identity and personal hobbies of Miss "Susie" were led by Audrey, who provided different plans and suggestions and finally discussed them.

On the surface, it seemed that Susie was looking for an opportunity to digest the "Hypnotist" potion and play the role of "Dream Walker" in advance.

Based on this premise, Miss Susie Conrad is the master and Minnie Traya is the maid. While this master-servant relationship exists, I, Audrey Hall, who is hiding in the identity of a personal maid, is the leader of this mission. My thoughts influence "Miss Susie's behavior and schedule". I am the real person behind the scenes. I manipulate the actions of the apparent master and use "Susie" to influence everyone around me to achieve my goals... Does my behavior also meet the requirements of the "manipulator" role?

Audrey suddenly had some enlightenment. A "manipulator" might not only be able to manipulate other people's hearts and minds, but also not necessarily rely on extraordinary powers. He could also use other methods to directly control other people's words and deeds without psychological suggestion!
Yes, there are many ways to manipulate others, but direct orders and money are the simplest.

But because I was used to using extraordinary powers and being a "spectator", I subconsciously felt that the power of a demigod was more important, so I ignored this simplest method...

Just as Audrey was immersed in the joy of initially figuring out the rules of the "operator" role, the carriage suddenly stopped, waking her from this happy mood.

Susie carefully lifted the curtain and took a look: "It's just a little traffic jam."

The five fingers of the hand she used to lift the curtain were tightly pressed together, and it seemed that she was not yet accustomed to using her well-developed forelimbs as a human.

"Why is there a traffic jam?"

Audrey was a little surprised and also looked out from behind the curtains: "From the information I got, Backlund is still in the economic recovery stage. Moreover, it is only 7:30 in the morning. It is strange to see a carriage on the road. Why is there a traffic jam?"

Susie sat up straight, slowly bent her fingers, and knocked on the wooden door behind her three times.

After more than ten seconds, the driver's voice came:
"There's a traffic jam ahead, miss. We'll probably have to wait for a while."

But the sound of a crowd could be vaguely heard outside. She and Susie looked at each other and both realized that something was wrong.

However, if an emergency really happened on the road, the two ladies, wearing corsets, jewelry, thick two-layer petticoats (Susie wore five layers) and high heels, would not be able to get out of the car to inquire about the situation. So they sat quietly in the car, Susie occasionally asked the driver about the situation outside, and Audrey quickly let her mind penetrate the carriage. After entering the subconscious ocean, Audrey found that many of the "mental islands" around her showed anger and irritability at the same time, with strong consistency.

She immediately understood: what was happening on the street ahead was probably not a traffic jam, but a fight or a mass dispute.

Judging from the density of the "Mind Island", the number of people is close to twenty.

This is the North District, and a mob brawl broke out in broad daylight... When did the public security in Backlund become so bad... Audrey was puzzled, but she did not rashly start to comfort the minds around her. She quietly strolled in the ocean of subconsciousness, and finally, she chose one of the islands, boarded it, and tried to explore the cause of the quarrel.

As soon as she landed on the island, anger burned over her like a flame. The following picture appeared before her eyes:
From the perspective of the owner of the island, she saw herself holding a few coins earned from her work and wanting to enter a small restaurant for a meal.

But when he got closer, he heard people in the restaurant talking about how rude and unclean the Fenaport people were, how they were always covered in dirt, how they were sloppy, and how they were short-sighted.

He felt extremely angry at such rude words.

But his purpose was just to eat, so he endured it and sat down at an empty table. However, even though he was tolerant, the rumors and malicious plots did not let him go. His peasant outfit and the common language he used to order food still made others discover his identity, and then they laughed at him even louder, made fun of him, and even kicked his chair intentionally when they passed by.

He endured all of this, but finally, when he found that the food he was given was less than that of others, he completely exploded.

"..."

After watching these scenes, Audrey left this spiritual island in time.

The last scene in the blurry image was him dumping a bowl of boiling hot soup on the face of one of the people who was laughing at him.

What was going on... Audrey felt incredible. Although she had begun to sympathize with this Feynapotter in her heart, she still used reason to analyze what was happening before her eyes.

The members of the church got along very well. Viscount Conrad did not force them to convert, and his personal valet even took the initiative to ask Miss Susie whether she would go to the Church of the Mother Earth near Queens to worship in the future. But Audrey never expected that the people would be so incompatible.

She thought for a while, then entered a Loen people's mental island.

Here, she also heard anger, but also contempt and disgust. The owner of this island of the mind hated the Fenapotes from the bottom of his heart. Although he had nothing in common with them, he joined in the act of excluding dissidents and felt proud of it.

“Incredible… Incredible.”

Audrey murmured to herself, she regained her composure and did not hastily end the dispute with comfort or psychological suggestion.

This social phenomenon surprised her. Logically speaking, this situation was not surprising, but should it have escalated to this point within a month? This would have required at least a long period of failure to adjust and suppress anger!

"There must be someone behind this, luckily I just watched and didn't act rashly..."

She quickly shared what she had just seen with Susie. After all, Susie was also a "Fénépotter", and she might be affected in some way - for example, the Viscount was worried about gossip and forced to convert, but this was the least serious. Viscount Conrad did not show any financial problems, and no one believed that he would adopt a daughter for money, so the "child raised by relatives" would most likely be regarded as Fenaport's illegitimate daughter.

Subsequently, the act of introducing the illegitimate daughter to his own circle might be interpreted as the Viscount wanting to gain something.

Of course, the Viscount wanted to exchange her for money, but the Feynaport bloodline might make this "Miss Susie" difficult to sell. If something unexpected happened as a result, it would be bad.

Normally, people would see through this kind of identity but not speak out, but if the conflict is so big, Audrey and Susie must be careful.

But they were not too worried, as the conflicts among the people would never exceed the scope of extraordinary power.

Sure enough, after about five minutes, Audrey clearly felt that a "heart" stronger than that of the people around her was approaching. After a while, the noise became smaller, the mood of the group gradually stabilized, and the vehicle began to move forward slowly again.

"Is it resolved?" Susie asked.

"Yes, young lady," the driver replied in detail, "the Archbishop of the Fenaport people has come to solve the problem."

"Archbishop?" Susie remembered that she was still a Feynaporter, so she asked curiously, "Archbishop of Loreto? Please tell me more about it."

"No, it's a Loenese."

The driver's tone was somewhat teasing. Being addressed respectfully by a young lady made him feel a little flattered:
"A Loen man who believes in the Mother Earth, and is now one of the only three archbishops in the church."

"His name is Emlyn White, and he is the head of the Harvest Church near the East District. That place is in the North District, but very close to the East District. The public security is not very good, but whenever there is a problem, he always comes out to help the Feynapot people to seek justice..."

Emlyn White…?
Audrey was stunned.

In other words, the person in front of him just now was... Mr. "Moon".

TBC
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I killed twenty mosquitoes in the room in a week, which made me embarrassed to unfold the mosquito net. While typing, I made three more mosquito .zips. Where did so many mosquitoes come from? I was really anxious.

(End of this chapter)