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

Chapter 102 Chaos

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15 Minsk Street, inside the bathroom.

Klein pulled out a paper figure from his secret pocket and shook it, turning it into a substitute.

He let the stand-in sit on the toilet, holding a newspaper in his hand to deceive others, while he hid in the shadows and walked four steps backwards into the gray fog.

In the magnificent ancient palace, Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table and made Jason Belia's handkerchief materialize in front of him.

——This is just a projection, but it can also be used for divination.

Let’s give it a try. The projection may not be very effective, but it’s too dangerous to hold a ceremony and offer a physical sacrifice under the supervision of the church... If it doesn’t work, I’ll come back and think of a way... Klein muttered, materialized parchment and a round fountain pen, and wrote down the divination statement:
"Jason Belia's current location."

Normally, it is impossible to predict the target's whereabouts and whereabouts by relying on a handkerchief that the other party has only used in a certain ceremony, because the connection is not close enough and there are too many interferences. For example, it is easy to provoke the Grand Duke of the Abyss that the other party's ceremony is pointing to.

But for Klein, this level of interference can be ruled out, because he speculates that the so-called Grand Duke of the Abyss is at most a high-sequence demon, not the incarnation of the abyss, the "dark side of the universe."

And this title... He vaguely remembered that he should have seen the name of Demon Path Sequence 2 in Roselle's diary, which was "Blood Duke". In this way, the demon related to Jason Belia was an angel, on the same level as Mr. Edward Vaughn. I wonder who is stronger.

The mysterious space above the gray fog entertains gods such as the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "True Creator". The one who is almost there is Mr. "Men" who is at least at the angel level, and he has not capsized so far.

Klein held the handkerchief and the parchment with the divination words written on it and leaned back in his chair.

He used dream divination to quickly enter a meditative state, and kept repeating "Jason Belia's current location" silently. After seven times, Klein fell into a deep sleep and came to the dream world.

In the gray sky and earth, countless images kept flashing, interrupting each other and extremely divergent.

Soon, a picture became clear: the lights were dim, the desk was dark red, and a figure was standing in front of the bay window, looking out at the garden.

There is a glass shed in the garden, with roses blooming inside, bright red in the cold December.

The figure was projected onto the window. He was a man of medium build, with slightly curly brown hair and cold brown eyes. He looked to be about thirty years old.

This... Wasn't I divining Jason Belia's location? Who is this? He feels familiar... Klein was puzzled, but he didn't think about it. He let his spirit continue to diverge, as if he was wandering in a mysterious world.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw the scene change again. He saw Jason Belia enter an unfamiliar house, walk to a corner of the room, suddenly take off his clothes one by one, then reach behind his head and make a cut there!
Klein was startled and almost woke up from his dream, but then he found that there was no blood flowing out of the cut, but instead a slightly darker skin color was revealed. Then, he watched in horror as "Jason Belia" completely took off his skin in just ten seconds.

He shook out the pale human skin and folded it. Under the dim light, the demon in human skin raised his face. The halo illuminated his face. It was the brown-haired stranger that Klein had seen just now!

At this point, the picture suddenly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes.

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Klein returned to the real world and immediately did a divination, but the result was that it was not advisable to go out now.

He was a little anxious. Although the power of the church was unquestionable and Jason Belia was caught in just one night, his capture or death was foreseeable. But what if they found the wrong person and received delayed information, allowing the devil to escape easily?
They had seen the demon's mansion this morning, which was filled with piles of bones, the earliest of which could be traced back to several years ago, with hundreds of skeletons. If they couldn't arrest him this time, they didn't know how many innocent people would be harmed after he escaped the siege!

But there was no point in rushing this matter, so Klein had to hold back and divine every ten minutes or so, looking for an opportunity to go out.

However, as he thought about it, after the initial nervousness, Klein gradually calmed down: the fact that Jason Belia had been operating in human skin was something that could not be deduced from the current clues and intelligence. It was the result he obtained through the mysterious gray fog divination, and it was a result that only he could obtain.

But this information was too crucial. If it was reported directly to the church, when asked about it, even if he made excuses and used his "connections" to justify it afterwards, it would still arouse suspicion.

Even if he couldn't find a suitable reason, he might be suspected of having something to do with the devil.

If things got worse and the Church of Night discovered that I was Klein Moretti who had returned from the dead, I would have to spend my next life in prison behind the Chanis Gate!

What if we inform Mr. Edward?

No, even though there were frequent cases of missing persons around his residence and corpses were piled up in the walls, gardens and foundations of his villa, Patrick Jason was still a spirited and good neighbor in the hearts of the surrounding residents.

Mr. Edward is also a demon or an angel, and he is at the same level as the one that failed to be summoned. It is hard to say which side is the real one... If I inform him rashly, I may expose the secret of the gray fog space. Even if he doesn't, I can't guarantee that he will not care about the safety of ordinary people... In other words, it is better to tell the church than to inform Mr. Edward. At least the church is more upright...

Klein's thoughts raced, and it took him a while to calm down. He decided to wait for two days and then use appropriate methods to inform the Night Watcher in charge of this matter of the revelation he had obtained.

He was silent for a while, and after about an hour, the doorbell rang.

Isengard Stanton came to visit with the latest information on the Apostle of Desire.

According to Isengard's news, Jason Belia has taken action again. The families of the two stubborn detectives who believed in the Lord of Storms felt that they would not be implicated, so they did not put themselves under the protection of the church. At lunch time, they were found dead in their offices, one was frightened to death by his own fear, and the other died of heart failure due to excitement.

"However, with this, the Mandated Punisher has officially intervened in this matter. Now, it is said that the High-Sequence Powerfuls from the major churches and even the government have all set their sights on the incident of the 'Apostle of Desire'."

The two detectives discussed for a moment. Judging from the results, now that the three major churches have all been mobilized, it is only a matter of time before the devil is caught. Jason Belia's behavior of seeking death is consistent with the devil's crazy characteristics, but it also violates the common sense of "cold-blooded people" who have no fear and extreme rationality.

Such unusual clues made the detectives think.

"The actions of the 'Apostle of Desire' today confirmed one of my guesses. Haha, this is also the question you thought of before."

"Isn't his main purpose revenge?" Klein understood what the other party said.

Isengard leaned forward and said solemnly: "Since Jason has passed the stage of 'cold-blooded', it means that he must have become cold-blooded. It is impossible for him to do this for the demon dog.

"But, Sherlock, you see, up to now, all of Backlund's official Beyonder forces have been mobilized, and even the High-Sequence Powerhouses have shifted more of their attention to this matter. At this time, if Jason wants to deal with another, real target, won't it be much easier?" Klein thought for a moment and responded in a deep voice:

"That makes sense!"

...............

After a while of communication, Isengard continued to look for Kaslana. After Klein flipped a coin, he decided to go out and head to the Krag Club.

They have not yet revealed their speculations to the official Beyonders, fearing that it might harm Jason and cause him to give up the action.

As soon as he entered the Krag Club, Klein met surgeon Allen in the lobby.

"Long time no see." He greeted with a smile.

"I've been too busy lately." Alan responded in a friendly manner, but he habitually kept a cold expression, "Besides, my wife is pregnant recently, and I'm going to be a father again."

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Edward walked on the road, without purpose or direction, and deliberately not thinking about his destination. He completely relied on the guidance of his spiritual intuition to stroll slowly on the streets of Backlund.

"Palas Nigan is a believer of the Lord of Storms. He was once assassinated by a pirate. At that time, I was still in Tingen, preparing for the descent ceremony of the true Creator."

He walked and muttered to himself, and the crow squatting on his shoulder tilted its head to listen, and occasionally answered in spiritual communication: "So we have to wait and see, focus our attention on Negan, and wait for a chance encounter with Belia?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, we don't have any items related to Pallas Nigan, so we can't locate him through divination."

The crow said regretfully, "My divination skills are not that advanced. Besides, since he is a duke and was assassinated once, he must have corresponding anti-divination measures now, so it is not so easy to be discovered."

"..."

Edward suddenly stopped. They were not far from a park in the middle of the street. The ground beneath their feet was shaking slightly. Yellow and white smoke was rising from the hidden exhaust outlet in the park. There must be a steam train passing by below.

"You are quite right, Amon."

Edward spoke slowly: "... This reminds me of one thing. The Belia family has nothing to do with pirates, but they all set their sights on Duke Negan and came to assassinate him one after another. Pirates are easy to explain, as enough money can drive them to do dirty work, but the Belia family is different. Their goal should be to go to the abyss and worship Fabti, and because the problem of the path itself has long faded from the eyes of the world, they should not be moved by money and interests."

"This is something that no one thought was a problem at the time, but upon closer inspection you'll find it makes no sense, no logic, but it did happen. Doesn't the style look familiar?"

Raven quieted down and replied uncertainly, "Paranoia?"

"If it weren't for the gift that the Mother Tree of Desire gave to the Belia family, and if He hadn't been able to borrow the power of the Outer Gods, I would have suspected that the Belia family's preparations were also arranged by Him to haunt me."

"However, according to our memory, it is not necessary for Him to kill a secular duke. He should unravel the complicated connections, find the most critical point, and then destroy it, causing the collapse of the entire balance. This is what the people of that organization should do for Him."

The crow sharpened his claws on a piece of metal decoration on Edward's shoulder, tilted his head and looked at his white eye circles in the reflection of the metal piece. He suddenly asked: "Where is the current era heading?"

"...It seems that the war that Roselle didn't start will be fought by someone else this time. It's great, and he's also a Shadow of Order."

Edward silently calculated in his mind, then nodded: "Indeed, it is time to redistribute interests, clear out the excess population, and solve the problems left by Roselle. The 'war sweeping the world' is not something that can be started by one person or one country. It does not depend on people, countries, or kings, but on God. When the Black Emperor was dictatorial, everyone wanted to resist or temporarily avoid the edge, but when they and "Them" had this idea, the opportunity for this war would naturally arise."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, wars are mixed, and in the near future there will be a complete man-made disaster." He read, "Great, this boring world always gives me some old stories."

At this moment, the wind howled and blew away the gloomy clouds. Edward reached out to hold down his hat and pulled up his collar. The cold wind cut the faces of passers-by like a knife. Everyone lowered their heads and shrank their necks involuntarily, and no one noticed a figure passing through the sky very quickly.

Crow leaned down to prevent himself from being blown away, the haze dispersed, and the faint sunlight temporarily set. Edward looked back at the disappeared storm demigod, and stood there for a while, thinking.

Suddenly, He felt something in His heart, and He walked quickly through the street ahead, turned two corners, and His vision suddenly widened. Ahead was a wide river bank, with several small passenger ships neatly arranged, and dozens of fishing boats docked in the small port. This was an inland waterway, running along the Tussock River into the sea, and was one of the fastest ways to leave Backlund by water.

A large three-masted Hanoi sailboat had already hoisted its sails, and passengers were boarding the ship one after another with their luggage, in a crowded but orderly manner.

A man with high cheekbones, neatly combed back hair and blue eyes with grey in them was walking among the people getting on board, with one foot already on the deck. Suddenly, as if some strange connection had been established, he turned his head and glanced at the crowd behind him.

He saw a group of ordinary humans crowding around behind him, the bright sky in the distance after the clouds were blown away by the wind, the busy crowd at the port, and a middle-aged gentleman with black eyes who was originally looking at the river but happened to turn around and meet her eyes.

A huge fear erupted in her heart.

Suddenly, a bottomless darkness appeared before her eyes.

He stood on the ladder for too long, and the boarding ladder, which could only accommodate two people, became slightly crowded because of his presence. The passengers behind him, who were carrying luggage and cloth bags, looked at the young man in confusion. After standing behind him for a long time, the person closest to him couldn't help but gently push him on the shoulder: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

The young man seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He smiled gently and kept saying "sorry, sorry" and "I took the wrong boat". Then he quickly walked down the ladder and returned to the shore.

He walked towards Edward Vaughan, who was standing on the shore, smiling, and stood next to him, on the side where the crow was. Then he took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

TBC
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I went to arrange a new cover again. The cover of this article has failed three times! Each one is ugly but still pretty!
Now this one... I can't say it's ugly, nor can I say it's beautiful... I can only say that with the help of the two alliance leaders, this golden font seems to be noble and luxurious...

(End of this chapter)