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

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"A nobody who knows the news about the Patriarch?" Medici looked at him with interest. "Although I do have a limited number of people I can use right now, you should write a coherent resume and submit it to me next time."

Arnold answered frankly: "I made mistakes in the war with Loen. I was delayed, and the people of the Church of Evernight took back a copy of the Beyonder Characteristics 9-4, which caused a large number of Loen people to evacuate from Winter County with their property. I also lost a lot of military supplies, and finally only got a ruined city as a trophy. Later, because I lost the war and could not be promoted to a higher rank, and I did not compete for the position of regional bishop, I took the initiative to ask to give up all my war merits and follow the predecessors of the Holy Church to practice in seclusion."

"That has nothing to do with my problem."

Medici said: "You can follow the people of the church to practice asceticism, and you know the actions of the Patriarch. You should be a devout believer or even an ascetic. You just called Him the Holy See, which is not what a traitor who is about to sell out his country should say."

"I respect the Holy Father from the bottom of my heart, I respect my predecessors and mentors, and I love the God of War, who was my Lord."

“I should have been a devout believer.”

Arnold said calmly: "But God died before me."

……

"Crazy! These people are crazy!"

Hvin Rambis crushed a head whose facial features could no longer be seen, cursing while being covered in blood.

Finally, my ears became quiet, without the noisy screams, angry curses and gunshots. As of now, there was no one in the banquet hall who could still speak or breathe. On the ground were food and jewelry, servants and nobles, tablecloths and gorgeous evening dresses, and some things that were mixed together and could not be distinguished.

Maybe some people managed to escape successfully, but he didn't care about those little people who escaped.

And the person in this room, who yelled in front of him, who didn't listen to his orders and requests, who turned a blind eye to this noble demigod, and who even dared to challenge him under his "dragon power" - Hvin Rambis couldn't stand the contempt of the weak for him, and felt extremely angry at any resistance and disregard. No matter if it was a servant or a noble, an ordinary person or an extraordinary person, they should reflect on themselves.

After doing all this, he was quiet for a while and began to regret his loss of control just now.

"I should have kept a few people behind... at least some of the devout nobles who donated a lot of money to the Thunder Church, and a few earls and viscounts, so that we can continue to maintain the balance between the various factions in the country..."

He did not say much, but just muttered a few words to himself and then quieted down, thinking about what had just happened in his heart - when he smashed the chest of that mortal who was obviously just an ordinary viscount but could not see the reality and was always giving him a cold shoulder, he felt an addictive and twisted pleasure suddenly erupted in his heart.

However, the room was too dirty, the smell of blood hit his nose, and the dark red color splashed like graffiti also brought a lot of visual stimulation. Hvin Rambis opened the window and felt the cool night breeze outside, which made him feel a little better.

He held the iron rod in his hand, scanned the messy room with his bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help cursing.

"Damn it! Where can I find another country's management team now..."

"Promoting the children of these dead nobles?" He looked back and then turned his head away in disgust. "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

"Why doesn't the Thunder Church come and take care of it?"

Shouldn't He be omniscient and an absolute authority that cannot be questioned?

In the night scene, there were inappropriate red flames spreading. Hvin Rambis didn't bother to care what went wrong. After he blew the night breeze for a while, his mind gradually got rid of the extreme emotions just now, and then his eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

"wrong!"

His thoughts just now seemed to be blurred by something, and only the most extreme, simplest and crude emotions controlled his thinking ability, but now, somehow, he suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

"This could be a case of using a knife to kill someone! The top leaders of the Thunder Church have already shown signs of dissatisfaction with the nobles. If a large number of nobles die all at once, then the church will have the opportunity to take back their land and all their property..."

"Eliminating the existence of nobles on a large scale is also a good opportunity to weaken the imperial power. Nobles must be canonized by the emperor, even if they bought their titles with money and land. This is bad, this is bad..."

It seemed that he had unintentionally broken the balance of the confrontation between two god-level beings!
No wonder they didn't do anything! There was no response at all after such a long time!
Hvin Rambis' back was covered in cold sweat, and he immediately entered the psychological invisibility state without hesitation, fearing that a large group of demigods from the Thunder Church would soon fly down from the sky to arrest him. They would not put out the fire or evacuate the crowd, but would come here to arrest him after the matter was over, and tearfully accept all the property and land of the nobles who died.

How is this going……

He suddenly remembered something, turned around quickly, and suppressed his nausea as he looked through the debris and garbage on the ground.

After a brief search, Hvin Rambis saw the upper body of Viscount Conrad, but found that there was no body part of the illegitimate daughter he brought to the social gathering, the little girl from Feynaport and her maid.

"They escaped ahead of time? How did they sense that I would lose control?"

"Could it be that Gluttony has attacked me?"

“No, she’s not here at all! Even if she has already reached Sequence 3 and sent a clone to use this mind plague and hypnosis that can make a person lose their mind completely, there’s no way I wouldn’t notice it!”

"If it's not her, then who is doing it?"

Could it be the president? He could indeed help the Thunder Church gain a foothold here, but he didn't have to use me, and it was impossible for me to be tricked without knowing it... He should also want to leave Loen, and he wouldn't sell out a loyal demigod like me.

If it wasn't someone from his side, and it didn't look like someone from the Thunder Church, then this matter would be even more terrifying.

Hvin Rambis didn't believe that such a big commotion was just to massacre some nobles and secretly help the Thunder Church. If it was really done by a third party, it could only prove that there was something bigger hidden behind this incident.

But he had no idea what was going to happen.

After hunting birds all day, he finally got his eyes pecked by birds. People who are addicted to manipulating other people's minds and behaviors have unknowingly become the knives of others. Hvin Rambis was anxiously thinking about whether to escape or not, standing still in front of the window, as if he had become a sculpture. But, no matter what, no matter what the truth is, he has to take the blame for this incident, after all, it was indeed his hand that did it.

After a moment's silence, Hvin Rambis laughed, and the doors and windows of the mansion closed automatically, locking the smell of blood inside.

Then he picked up the remaining forks and knives on the table and threw them away, allowing these not-so-sharp cutlery to cut the gas pipes hidden in various corners of the hall.

Suddenly, the wall lamps began to dim, the brightness in the entire hall dropped drastically, and the strong smell of gas instantly filled the place, competing with the smell of blood.

Hvin Rambis placed a special candle and left quietly.

A few minutes later, he stood far away on another street and looked at his watch in confusion, wondering if he had set the wrong time just now.

Just as he was struggling over whether to go back, a shocking fire suddenly erupted from the luxurious mansion. An unprecedented loud noise was like thunder. The continuous explosions made the earth tremble. In the surrounding neighborhoods, lights were turned on one by one.

Hvin Rambis breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to use psychological invisibility to evacuate. He always felt that the huge explosion just now seemed to overlap with other sounds, but he didn't think much about it and left in a hurry.

“Killing so many Loen nobles, does that count as helping Intis? If I pray and ask for help, will those angels and big shots respond to me…” He thought with the last glimmer of hope.

……

"Are you going to seek revenge?" Medici asked a passerby to pour him a glass of water, and also poured a glass for Arnold. The atmosphere of the conversation gradually became closer to an interview. "I can tell you who killed your former master. This question is free."

Arnold shook his head: "I don't need to know those things. I just need to know that God is dead. Please let the Pope worry about the rest."

"You should know that if you betray your country and your beliefs, you may wield a knife against your relatives, teachers and all the people you respect. Can you do this?"

"I have no family."

Medici nodded slightly. "You already have the initial qualifications and courage to join us. So, you are an orphan specially selected and trained by the church. You are no more than sixty years old, right? Being able to become a demigod is indeed worthy of me giving you an offer."

"You're too kind." Arnold smiled, and said simply, "I grew up in an institution affiliated with the church, and I've been selecting and training people ever since I can remember. This institution is affiliated with the Inquisition, and we implement a last-place elimination system."

"We pray three times a day to thank the God of War for giving us the chance to live."

"You have to say it three times a day?"

"Yes."

"It's even stricter than it was in the Third Age. Talking too much about it will only have the effect of hypnosis." Medici sighed. "It's okay to mention things like this occasionally. We only talk about it once a week on Sundays. You can just remember it the rest of the time."

"Every week, we have to assess and evaluate our grades. We don't know where the last eliminated students have gone. The teachers said that they were judged to have no talent and were sent to other families for adoption, or were trained in other directions, or were simply 'released'. In any case, we will never see them. These results sound good, but we still train hard, not daring to be the last one."

Medici drank a sip of tea, missing Feysac's breakfast aperitif:

"So, you should be one of the better ones."

"Only the top 50 have the opportunity to receive treatment after being injured. I can only barely maintain this ranking." Arnold actually had a happy and nostalgic smile on his face when talking about these horrific memories. "The school was really strict. Obviously, we were all children of the same age and were all the same Sequence Nine, but the teachers insisted on selecting the best among us."

"Those who come out on top will be sent to a seminary, where they will study like ordinary students, and then return to the Inquisition."

It’s a strange way of promotion, but it fits the single-faith atmosphere here.

Medici drank up the tea and asked a passerby to bring him another pot of tea.

"Later, the last one became the last five. Just like that, every day, everyone racked their brains to survive and abused their bodies to become stronger. The teachers only encouraged us and told us that 'the God of War needs strong and brave warriors like us.' It is children like us that the God of War loves. We are not abandoned children, but we are chosen by God precisely because we are abandoned. Therefore, it is natural that we should repay Him with our whole lives - we are special and loved, which makes each of us feel extremely proud."

"I love Him, believe in Him, and am grateful to Him, so I have not learned anything other than loyalty, killing, and fighting."

"He taught me that people must have value to be valued, and taught me that our lives are a gift from God, but also have a price tag."

"He taught me that I need to use strength to get a place where I can sleep peacefully. He taught me that my life belongs to Him from the beginning. I must wield the sword and fight for Him, so He is my Lord. ... But now He is dead, and the transaction in between no longer exists."

"I don't know anything else except these skills. Since He can no longer lead me in battle, my faith in Him has collapsed."

"If you can let me continue to fight, then you will be my master."

……

Seeing Xio's figure engulfed by the flames, the man wearing the golden mask sighed.

"What a shame. I thought you would be qualified to absolve yourself of your father's stupidity."

"The more powerful and wise His Majesty appears, the more it proves that your father, Mason Dill, was short-sighted. Because of his so-called faith and loyalty to the church, he immediately chose to tip off the emperor and blocked his path to becoming a god... Humph, restore his reputation... As long as His Majesty shows his power and majesty, your father's reputation will never be restored."

"The only way is for you to join us and make amends for your crime."

"It's a pity that even though I gave you so many hints and help, you are still as stupid as him and can't see the situation clearly..."

After saying these words, the explosion in front of him had calmed down. The flames burned quietly on the walls, the ground, and the abandoned houses on both sides. Perhaps it would develop into a fire under the influence of the wind, but the man wearing the golden mask didn't care. He waited for a few minutes, saw the burning and curled up thin charred corpse, and took away the extraordinary characteristics that had been extracted next to it.

He raised his head and said to himself towards the sky:
"According to the time, they should have reached the Emperor's mausoleum. Those divination experts in the Thunder Church will definitely try to stop them. I wonder if the demons have followed their agreement..."

At this moment, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering explosion. The ground shook violently. Even an experienced Beyonder like himself couldn't help but shiver in fear.

"Have they blown open the gate to the mausoleum?"

He was smiling happily and didn't notice that he had said almost everything he could think of in his mind. He didn't care about anything else and immediately ran quickly in a certain direction outside the city.

But before he had run a few steps, his vision suddenly went dark and his consciousness fell silent.

TBC
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Audrey stood in the corner, looking at the man wearing a golden mask lying at her feet, recalling the information she had just obtained from hypnosis.

"Unbelievable." Susie was also shared with the information.

"I didn't expect that their goal was to wake up Emperor George III during the Chinese New Year. As a New Year activity, this is too exciting." Audrey's expression was not good either. "Plans are always slower than changes... The third version of the plan will also be abandoned. That gentleman asked me to come back to Loen to investigate. Could it be that he was deliberately trying to make fun of me?"

Susie shrugged.

"But luckily you acted in time and Xio is fine. I thought Fors would be nearby, but she was alone... Audrey, why didn't you go say hello to her?"

"No thanks." Audrey said, "We have things to do now." (End of this chapter)