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

Chapter 116 How could I be a person favored by an outer god?
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Edward Vaughn blinked.

"of course not."

He said with great doubt: "Why do you have such doubts? The "withering" in my name refers to life and goodness, but if it is written explicitly, it will easily point to some high-ranking people on the path of the God of Death."

"Besides that, I don't want to have a bad connection with the Abyss when I'm not strong enough. After all, there have been problems there a long time ago."

The True Creator frowned slightly. This sentence answered His question, but this answer did not contain the information He wanted.

Then He calmed down His breath, spoke in a deep voice, and continued:

"Then why can this honorable name point to you so accurately?"

"'The monarch from the deep black land' may be your advance role-playing, because there are not many monarchs, kings and emperors in other paths. I believe that it can point to you more accurately in this range. But the phrase 'the eyes that watch the living beings' should not be the main reference! The obvious feature of 'eyes' will obviously remind people of the path of the peepers, especially the hidden sages, who often appear with transparent eyes. Demons should not think of this, and eyes have nothing to do with demons. Therefore, it should be this first sentence that can accurately point this honorable name to you."

Edward listened to His analysis with great interest, feeling happy that the foreshadowing he had laid was finally noticed by the readers.

Ah, great, I guessed everything that can be guessed. In fact, except for "the great existence behind the shadow curtain", the other three sentences can point to "me"... The original version of "the devil who ravages the earth, the cold-blooded massacre, the grand duke covered in blood" is the real devil's honorific name. I can't help it. More than a hundred years ago, Richard wanted me to change it, and I just changed it by the way when I had to clean up the puppets.

This speculation has been lingering in the mind of the True Creator for a long time. He looked at Edward Vaughn and found that the other party still had a puzzled expression.

The angel knew something about the barrier and the Outer Gods. Could it be that He was also contaminated without knowing it? The True Creator's heart skipped a beat.

If that was the case, He would have to consider getting rid of the other party as soon as possible! He had already prepared for today's questions. If a fight really broke out, of course, this clone of his, who had just killed a Sequence 6 with a Sequence 5, would not take the initiative to face a polluted crazy angel, or a Sequence puppet who had turned to the Outer God and was controlled. He would immediately call the main body to start the fight, and then quickly cut off contact to prevent himself from being polluted by madness. He hoped that the Seven Gods would not foolishly come to stop the main body.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Edward shook his head, speaking in a normal tone and with a calm expression. He did not behave irrationally because of the "pollution" he had been exposed to. He asked sincerely, "Why did you suddenly mention this? Is there any problem?"

"I have already used this honorific name. If there was something wrong with it, it should have been pointed out long ago."

The true Creator remained vigilant, but the safe time for Him to communicate with the original body was approaching. If He delayed any further, the original body would easily take advantage of the situation and throw in its madness.

The true God's status was shaky. His face was calm, as if he was not nervous at all: "You have never been to the starry sky?"

"Me?" Edward asked back, "Of course not. I know it's dangerous there."

"You haven't observed the starry sky? Have you never come into contact with the existence outside?"

"What on earth are you thinking about?" The demon laughed dumbly. "Of course it's impossible. If I had come into contact with those things, would I still be alive today? Roselle is still lying in his grave! Besides, are those things really something that an angel like me can understand normally?"

What He said was all right and made sense. He knew about the existence of those things and had never touched them carefully... Why did I doubt Him? Because His honorable name was a little strange, but why did I find it strange after so long? Why was it only me who found it strange...? The spirit of the True Creator was a little dazed, and the breath of the original body gradually faded away.

"You seem very different today."

His ally spoke, his voice calm and gentle: "Perhaps it's because too many things have happened recently? After all, this body of yours is just a child. The believers were attacked and you need to comfort them. You are also busy with the relocation of the base and the issuance of oracles. It must be very tiring. You should probably take a good rest."

How is that possible? Even if he is really a three-year-old child, the body strengthened by the Sequence 6 potion is enough for him to be full of energy after a short rest every day! This excuse is too lame... What's going on? I am actually very tired... Something is wrong, something is wrong, there is indeed something wrong! !
The True Creator's body shook and he almost fell off the chair.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and used his hands to hold the handrail to steady himself. At the same time, he tried his best to fight the sleepiness, staring at the demon sitting by the window opposite him two or three meters away, and cursed inwardly. He had a premonition that he must not fall asleep! Once he fell asleep, he would lose something, forget something, just like the memory he had quietly lost all along!
But it only lasted two seconds before His eyes became blurry and His eyelids slowly closed together.

He felt a hand - cold, not soft, and forked, maybe something in the hand gently covering his head. He could no longer support himself, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

The long vines of the spider plant slid down from above His head. Edward stood up, glanced at the real Creator who was lying on the bench as if taking a nap, walked out silently, and closed the door gently.

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"Is this a coincidence? No, it's an accident."

Edward returned to his own room in the manor, sat on the familiar sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke to the full-length mirror on the wall: "Why did the True Creator discover the problem with the Honorable Name?"

"We have already eliminated this possibility when we decided on this honorable name."

The reflection in the mirror looked indifferent, sitting upright on the sofa, with his right arm resting on the armrest and his fist against his cheek. The world he lived in was gray, as if it had lost its color, with mottled and peeling walls, rusty sculptures, and black spots all over the carpet, without any luster.

The reflection sat there quietly, and no matter whether Edward stood up or took something, there was no change, like a quiet sculpture.

Edward stood in front of the large bookshelf, running his fingers along the spines of the books on the eighth shelf that was as high as his shoulder, and then stopped at a hardcover book with a red cover.

He took out the book and turned to one of the pages following the traces in his memory. As expected, he saw a well-made hollow metal bookmark - in terms of craftsmanship, it was a bit like the "electroplating" in the old civilization, but smoother and brighter, and the paint color was very beautifully matched.

The hollowed-out pattern is a painting, with the silhouettes of two houses and a tree shade with a swing, which is a landscape of the "Fiye Manor".

Looking out from the window at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, you can see the exact same scene as on this bookmark.

More than a hundred years have passed, and it is still brand new and beautiful, just like when I first gave it to myself by sandwiching it between the pages of the book.

"He is more sensitive to this because of his double curse and spirituality."

The reflection that was still sitting there spoke slowly: "Since the Fifth Epoch, surveillance has been strengthened. We have no chance to use rituals, communicate with the outside world, and strengthen the spirituality of our Honored Name. The True Creator can sense this 'problem' that does not exist because He has another layer of doubt about His own condition - doubt about you. It seems that He has finally begun to realize that the various negative symptoms that appeared after the God's Descent were not the power of the Goddess of Night, but another authority, an authority that He has never known."

“On this basis, He doubts you, and then He realizes the problem with our honorable name.”

At this point, the Outer God recalled something: "The Seven Lights of the Spirit World seemed to know me, but that was all."

Edward closed the book and put it back on the shelf tightly. "So we don't need to worry?"

"No need. I have already calmed Him down."

The devil grinned: "Anyway, the real creator has been crazy for thousands of years, so it doesn't matter for a while."

The reflection looked over and watched Edward pacing slowly in the room. Edward felt his gaze and replied with a slight smile: "I never thought that this place would see the light of day again one day."

The demon walked to the window, unfastened the delicate bolt, pushed the carved window open, and looked at the bench in the garden of the glass greenhouse not far away. He knew that the armrest of the bench was missing a corner and replaced with a metal edging. It was accidentally cut off when Treanor was a child who was not even as tall as his waist and was happily waving the dagger he gave him as a gift.

The Earl's Palace in Trier had long been burned down by fire, but the properties there were more or less preserved. He knew every place with special significance here, and the location of every item with special significance. The person in this memory was Him, but not entirely Him.

A failed doll would have some negative emotions such as missing the human companion because of the loss of the doll, but He would not. When returning to this place, a bookmark made by Adela would make the doll feel a little lonely, but in His eyes it was just a bookmark. When talking to others about it, He needed to design some "inadvertent" extra actions and carefully conceived words to express his thoughts as a "human", but it still could not change the fact that it was just a piece of metal that could be discarded anywhere.

When the northern continent was in chaos and the puppets settled in the southern continent, it was this mansion that they took with them to live.

It showed an extraordinary level of "nostalgia" and was quiet more often than before, exceeding the limit of acting sad, so it was considered damaged by itself, but it still felt that it was a part of God.

Therefore, when it was erased, it did not resist.

"So... I never thought that there would be a day when I would come back here again."

Edward's fingers brushed across the well-maintained silver-plated wallpaper, and his tone was very normal:
"I wanted to sell it. Unfortunately, its power, which is similar to that of a sealed item, is hard to sell." The reflection was still sitting there, and turned his eyes indifferently: "Why did you design this house yourself?"

"Because Adela married me despite her family's objections."

Edward spoke in a tone that sounded like he was sighing with emotion, or like an outsider telling an unrelated story: "Of course the Soran family doesn't believe that demons can be moved by emotions, and they don't believe that a little girl of Sequence 7 is qualified to trade with angels. In their plan, Adela is going to marry an old noble with status and position, and obtain the other party's huge assets and new factories to expand their armaments."

"Although she is a little wronged, her brother Florent happens to be valued because of his good compatibility with the characteristics left by his predecessors. The royal status, her family members who value her, and the property of her future deceased husband are enough for her to live a happy life if she marries down."

A royal girl with a noble status and no talent should be arranged to have such a future.

"But she chose to marry me. Alas, I really can't understand it."

Edward sighed deeply, patted the expensive furniture with regret, and sighed like a human being: "What I can't understand is that it tried to measure the value of Adela's 'sincerity and love'. It believes that according to human values, since she has given up the property and life she should have, it should at least give her something of similar value in return, so it personally designed and built this mansion for her."

"It was expensive and took three and a half years, costing nearly a million pounds at the time. That's the value of 'love' it measures."

The decayed king nodded perfunctorily: "Oh."

“The most important thing was the land!”

“I bought the two mountains and a golf course behind this house, but when I move, I can only take the house with me!!”

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Amon knocked on the door, then pushed it open and saw the mirror world behind the door.

He bowed, then walked forward curiously and put his palm against the mirror. The mirror did not reflect his shadow: "Your style is similar to the inside and outside world of Silent Hill. Can I go over there?"

The reflection looked up at him, but didn't respond. The place where Amon's palm touched the mirror suddenly rippled with water. Amon tentatively put his hand in, and immediately felt the biting cold and the decaying breath that corroded his body. The wind passed through his fingertips, taking away the life and moisture. He watched his hand age at a very fast speed, dehydrated, become shriveled and thin, and shrunken into a mummy, but he didn't feel any pain, nor did he have any spiritual warning of danger.

"You will not be harmed by the winds of decay."

At this time, the reflection spoke softly, and Amon felt that the wind passing through his fingers stopped, and the influence on him was eliminated like peeling off silk threads. His hand began to recover, but it was countless times slower than when he was aging.

Amon tentatively reached in his other hand, and seeing that it did not change, he boldly stepped in and entered the world in the mirror.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed. The world in the mirror had the same layout as the room outside, except that it seemed to have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes. The appearance of the Outer God was no longer Edward Vaughn, but the human-like mimicry that Amon had seen in Sefirah Castle. It was still the unrendered model, a blurry block of color. He walked around the seat where the Outer God was and walked to the window with a little excitement.

The rotten window frames shattered at the slightest touch, the glass and frames turned to ashes as they fell, and the metal decorations fell to the ground with a few dull sounds.

Amon looked into the distance and found that the sky was gloomy as in the evening. There was no one living on the vast land and everything was quiet.

Looking further away, I could see some lights and outlines in the distant darkness on the horizon, like cities being swallowed up by the night.

Some are towering into the sky, some are low and gentle, and some have ribbon-like loops built in the air, like the fantasy of the future in old technology magazines, but the style and size of the buildings are very large, and none of them seem to be for humans. Each one is like an independent world, as if many towns of different civilizations were cut out and pieced together here.

These cities surrounded him, and Amon felt that something was missing. Sure enough, he saw a strange huge empty space not far away. There should be something there. The city was not surrounding the location of this room, but the empty space.

"here……"

“That’s the Temple of No Hope.”

The Outer God answered him: "Another kingdom of God stands there, preserving the knowledge and civilization I have collected and recorded, as well as my students. The temple stands at the center of the world, surrounded by countless lost cities, waiting for the temple's command, and only then can the "Desolate Kingdom" be complete. "

"So that's it."

"There should be many cities left from ancient civilizations on Earth, but I haven't found any that are complete enough."

The Decayed King looked at Amon's back and asked slowly, "The God-Forsaken Land still exists, right?"

Amon turned around slowly, smiling: "I can't answer this question. I don't want to betray my father yet."

"The True Creator has seen you, but He does not regard you as equal to Amon's original self. Humans always have strange obsessions in this regard. He does not regard you as a child, and you do not have to regard Him as a father."

"Maybe that's the case, but I still feel I should defend Him."

Amon shook his head. “Is this what you mean by ‘emotion’? It’s not because of how He treats me, but because I want to be close to Him. Of course, my ability is limited, so I can only refuse you at this time. If I want you to remove the pollution from Him, it must be a price so high that even a true God dare not easily pay it.”

"It doesn't matter."

"It seems that you have made a lot of progress in your studies recently, and your relationship with Medici has been pleasant, which has helped you to feel something."

"I am still selfish and won't try anything beyond my capabilities." Amon shrugged, "I just think it's a pity to do nothing."

"And you should have the answer in your heart. There is no need to embarrass a little clone like me."

The Outer God did not comment, and his mimic face showed no emotion. Amon was nervous, not knowing what kind of response he would get. Then he felt a push coming, and he leaned against the window involuntarily, and then suddenly there was nothing behind him, and he fell out of the world in the mirror.

Amon sat down on the ground with a plop, his butt sitting on the soft and thick carpet, just next to Edward's feet.

Edward looked down at him with a smile, and relayed the Outer God's thoughts in a friendly manner: "I am not angry, and I don't intend to pursue you, so you can continue to move freely now."

"Phew, thank you for your generosity."

Amon heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, patted his clothes and stood up, and couldn't help but look at Edward curiously: "What are you doing here?"

Edward looked at the scenery outside the window mysteriously: "I am remembering Adela."

"Your wife?"

"Yes." The demon sighed, "She is like fire. She dares to think, do and say what she wants. No wonder my doll was moved and watched her die naturally instead of collecting her. Even I feel a little sorry - I have never seen another person as bold and passionate as her."

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"...Under the witness of God, you and I will conclude a marriage contract, be faithful to each other, never leave each other, stay together through life and death, forever...? You should know that I will not enter the church, and it is impossible for me to say these words."

"Yes, of course I do!"

“And there’s no way we could do that.”

"Yes, I know. But I want to hear you say it again, dear! - 'We will be loyal to each other, never leave each other, live and die, until forever'!"

TBC
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Did you remember that Richard had pestered Old Ai to change his name several times before finally choosing the current one?
If it was true, He only noticed it now, because He had been on guard against Lao Ai before, and the Aurora Society didn't even pronounce Lao Ai's name. And now, after noticing it, He immediately felt something was wrong: Withering, although it could be explained, there was no similar authority on Earth.

(End of this chapter)