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

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This "Deceitful Mentor" who was only at Sequence 3 looked at the monocle in his hand with regret, and fumbled with it for a long time before putting it back into his pocket.

Amon lost his true self, as well as his symbol of uniqueness and Sequence One.

The original skill of "putting on a monocle" to directly allow the main body and the surrounding Amon to sense each other not only no longer exists, but also directly puts them in danger. In this case, the Amons are also forced to learn to protect themselves.

But without the monocle, Amon was just an inconspicuous foreigner. He gathered the dark scarf around his neck, looked back at the hotel where the giants gathered, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

"I have no interest in the Fool's beliefs... but since his followers have appeared here, I should consider changing places. The aggregation ability between non-adjacent paths is not that strong, so I can still hide for a while."

While thinking, the "Deceitful Mentor" sat down in a restaurant on another street. He did not drink, but ordered a cup of hot coffee, some pancakes full of Feysac characteristics, a grilled sausage, and a pie with some meat. This shop was not too small and was one of the most popular restaurants in the town, but it still could not provide any green. He looked at the other people in the tavern. Their breakfast was still a shocking liquor with pancakes or bread, and they ate generously, making Amon the most polite one among them.

"Why did the main body lose Sefirah Castle..."

"Even if He did nothing and stayed in Sefirah Castle, He would not let Klein Moretti become a 'Fool'."

He had thought about these questions many times, and he believed that his other clones were probably also confused about this.

He cut the butter with a knife. The butter slices, which were frozen into wooden blocks by the sub-zero temperature, made a crisp sound and some crumbs fell off.

Seeing this, Amon stole a little heat from the fireplace, which was attached to the blade and softened the butter slices easily. He spread the butter on the pancakes, cut a piece of sausage, and put them into his mouth.

The food tasted good, but Amon's mind was not on it at all.

——As a group, the Amons have a unified "factory setting", that is, the preferences of the main body, but they also have different preferences due to different individual occupations. For example, a bartender must be better at drinking, and a postman must be faster at riding a bicycle. However, despite this, there is no such thing as "Amon likes to drink because he is a bartender".

The original body is connected to each of their clones, sharing the feeling of being alive, so Amon can live without any purpose and choose "death" for the pursuit of excitement. But he always remembers the day when the original body suddenly disappeared.

Snap. It was as if something broke, and he suddenly realized that he had lost his body.

Moreover, there were no angel-level clones in the area where he was active, so he became a free individual.

After gaining his "freedom", he instantly realized that without his original body, Amon's clone would most likely face revenge from his former opponents, so he immediately chose to take off his monocle - he did not have enough strength, and he did not want to be seen by himself, or his original body's old enemies, because of the feature of the monocle - those survivors of the thief family in the "Hermit Order of Destiny" who hated them so much, and Pallez Zoroast, they would probably find out soon that the original body was dead!

After taking it off, he suddenly understood.

This is because he doesn't want to die.

He began to fear death.

……

The half-giant walked all the way back to where they lived, and after entering the house, he took off his thick coat.

"Badur, are you going to preach again?" a member of the Moon City team asked with a smile.

In his hands, he was holding a large bag of pancakes and sausages of various flavors. When Bader came closer, he handed the whole bag over to him: "I knew you must be going to preach, so I brought you breakfast."

"Thank you." Balder thanked his friend, and then said to the innkeeper, "Please give me a pot of hot milk."

The boss didn't dare to look at the face of Yuecheng member, but he had been nervously paying attention to the movements of this big man since just now. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, just like yesterday?"

"Yes, I want the same amount as yesterday. Do you have any syrup?"

"Yes, but maple syrup is very expensive at this time of year, and we don't have a lot in stock..."

Balder thought for a moment and said, "Oh, that's not necessary. We'll wait in the restaurant."

The boss breathed a sigh of relief and turned away from the counter: "Okay."

Yesterday, when this team of ten giants wanted to stay in his hotel, he was quite resistant.

Although height is often directly linked to status in the Feysac Empire, the boss always feels that they are not like nobles. Any one of them can kill him by just swinging his arms, and it seems that they will scare away other customers, which may seriously affect his business.

In the end, he agreed because there were too few tourists in winter. There were only a few people staying in the hotel, and he really needed to make some money to at least make up for the daily gas bill. Moreover, these half-giants were much taller than the Feysac people, and they had to stay in double rooms and put two beds together to sleep properly. Ten people and the small amount of luggage they carried occupied the entire third floor of the hotel.

It would be better to arrange them in a place far away from other passengers' rooms. Even if others really have objections, they probably won't dare to say anything after seeing their height.

After they moved in, the boss could still think humorously: this group of people is a strong deterrent, so that the thugs on the street and the unemployed idlers dare not target the restaurant anymore.

The only problem is that one of the group always goes out once and preaches the "Fool" beliefs.

This is the most fatal thing. The Feysac Empire does not recognize any belief in gods other than the God of War. Even if the Feynapotters, who have been allies for a hundred years, want to enter, they need to obtain a diplomatic permit, allowing them to "believe in the Mother Earth Goddess during their stay in the Feysac Empire" or temporarily convert.

In such a strong authoritarian religious atmosphere, even if this is just an ordinary small town, there is a church and an attached court!
But the boss was surprised to find that the local Inquisition and the chapel did not respond.

He even happened to see a priest from the church appear in a nearby tavern. He took off his priest robes, drank, and silently looked at the group of half-giants who were discussing their beliefs. The boss was shaking with fear, chanting the name of the god of war and praying to admit his mistakes, when he suddenly realized that this priest who was also a "giant" was actually shorter than the shortest person in the team.

The boss was a little frightened and uneasy, and of course he didn't dare to ask the priest.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of those rumors that came from nowhere. It was said that those "descendants of the ancient giants" had arrived in the land of Feysac. They were a noble tribe blessed by God and were the real...

He didn't dare to think too much and quickly went to the kitchen to prepare the large pot of hot milk that the guest wanted.

Crunch, crunch. On the other side, Balder had already taken breakfast upstairs. When he reached the door of the room, he said to his friend Bonn from Moon City:

"There is no 'heat' in the city that we use either."

"...There is no electricity either. The lighting here is even worse than in our City of Miracles. We were specifically told to minimize the use of open flames. But the sausages here are really delicious. I want to take some back for my wife and children to try."

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of pancake, rolled the whole sausage into it, and bit off one-third of the sausage roll in one bite.

Bonn looked relatively normal, except that his eyes were one above the other, which looked awkward. He was a Moon City person whose deformity was not too serious and who had the courage to communicate with outsiders. He nodded when he heard this:

"I have the same idea!"

"How on earth did they come up with so many peculiar cooking methods? The sausages are wrapped with spices and have a spicy taste." Balder nodded seriously and finished the burrito in two bites. After chewing it carefully for a while, he made another burrito and held it in his hand: "By the way, His Highness the Envoy of God asked us to pay more attention to other places and find ways to make money. Do you have any ideas? I'm a bit slow, and I only found that they are basically untrained and have no extraordinary abilities. Only the people in the church are extraordinary."

"I have discovered something else."

Bonn looked around and lowered his voice:

"Besides not being able to use electricity, and the gas heating effect is not as good as the heating given by the Fool, I also found that they have no vegetables, no fruits, and no sugar to eat in the winter."

"The captain went out to ask around and found out that it is normal to not have access to vegetables and fruits in winter. Even if there are any, they are grown in greenhouses and are very expensive. Only the nobles can afford them."

Nobility is a very special concept in the minds of the people of East Continent, and it took them a while to get used to currency. Having lived in a world of distribution based on needs and public ownership for generations, they find it difficult to explain it with their own experience and concepts.

Balder understood immediately after listening:
"You mean we can do business with outsiders and sell our food to them to make money? But...but didn't His Highness the Messenger of God say that our mushrooms, meat, and apples might be difficult for outsiders to accept?"

The main sources of meat in the East Continent are various meat mushrooms, as well as moss pork.

The main sources of vegetables in the East Continent are various mushrooms, moss pork, and apple chicken.

It is incredible that even with only a few staple crops, Frank still managed to achieve a balanced nutrition with meat, vegetables, protein and vitamins, all in one, for all-round development.

When the messenger in the church saw the food, he was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time.

"Maybe? If it's cooked, there shouldn't be any problem." Bonn wasn't sure whether the outside world would accept their specialty. "...I heard that His Majesty Saint Frank has started to develop sugarcane. Maybe we can buy some."

"Sweet mushrooms?"

"Maybe so."

"That's great." Balder was very interested. "I'm very interested in cooking. If I can study outside for a long time, I really hope to open a small restaurant in the Silver City area in the future so that everyone can come and taste the delicious food."

Bonn nodded, and then suddenly thought of something:
"Oh, I have to pray first. Mr. Fool has sent down an oracle, and all Moon City residents can make a wish to him, hoping that there will be no more deformities. But many people are out, so the high priest asked us to pray collectively at a fixed time, at nine o'clock."

"Really? You're going to be a handsome man soon. Congratulations, my friend!"

Balder wholeheartedly agreed with praying to Mr. Fool, and had no intention of urging Bonn at all.

He would pray for more than a minute every morning when he woke up and before he went to bed at night, thanking Mr. Fool for bringing him pure sunshine, delicious food, and a life free of oppression and despair.

At this time, Bonn had found a chair and sat down, praying devoutly to Mr. Fool:
"The great ruler of the spirit world, the 'Fool' who does not belong to this era, I long for your protection, and I hope you can fulfill my wish to get rid of my deformity..."

Such words rang out simultaneously in this small town and throughout the entire City of Miracles.

In the Crescent City area, Xin, Ruth and others who were very self-abased vaguely guessed that Mr. Fool was going to fulfill their wishes. When they prayed, their bodies trembled slightly and were difficult to control.

They want too much to be like normal people.

At the moment when different wishes were made, the invisible force spread rapidly like ripples on the water, falling on the people of Yuecheng.

Xin suddenly felt something and raised his hand abruptly, touching the center of his face.

The next second, she touched her real nose.

Almost instinctively, Xin rubbed that position from top to bottom and from bottom to top several times before he dared to believe that he had grown a nose and was no longer deformed.

She closed her eyes instantly, bent her back, put her forehead to the ground, and couldn’t help praising Mr. Fool.

Around her, similar praises became more and more numerous, louder and more consistent.

Russ's eyes that were squeezed together opened up, and Bonn's upper and lower eyes became symmetrical. Every deformed person and person with genetically ugly appearance from Moon City and Silver City broke through their original limitations at this moment and transformed into normal people.

Then, everyone heard a long bell ringing at the same time:

"when!"

Bonn subconsciously looked up and cast his gaze towards the place where the bell sound came from, and found that the familiar bell sound was far away from here.

"Your milk..."

At this moment, the boss holding a large pot came up carefully, and he saw Bonn standing in the aisle praying at first sight. When their eyes met, he was suddenly stunned.

Who is this young man in front of me with regular features and even a pretty good look?

The boss forgot to even say a word. He looked the young man up and down three times before he confirmed through his clothes that this was the only man in the team of ten with an ugly deformity and two severely misaligned eyes!

"Thank you, I'll get it for you."

While he was in a daze, Bonn had already started laughing, and reached out to take the big pot away. Seeing the other person staring at his face, and thinking back to the time when everyone saw his face, either avoided it out of fear, lowered their heads and dared not look at it again, or peeked at it while whispering, Bonn's mood had never been so good, and he even wanted to laugh or cry.

"Do you care about my face?"

He touched his forehead, touched his eyes which had finally returned to their normal position, and raised the corners of his mouth as if he was wiping away tears:

"Praise the Fool!"

"It was He who fulfilled my wish, He heard my prayers, and He who cured my deformity that lasted for more than 20 years..."

As he said this, the big guy actually started to cry and sobbed in front of strangers.

TBC
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In the Church of Fools, Zaratul listened to the lingering sound of the bells, hummed with satisfaction, and combed his gray beard in a good mood.