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

Chapter 124 Another Choice
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"...Mr. Men told me that in the Tudor Dynasty, there are five great nobles, Abraham, Antigonus, Amon, Tamara, and Jacob. Each of these families can be called an 'Angel Family' and possesses extremely terrifying strength."

"'Angel Family', just this name can explain a lot of things, it's really exciting! Mr. 'Men' said that there are more than just these five Angel Families in the Fourth Epoch. There are also the Zaratul and Zoroast families who have always been loyal to the Solomon Empire, the Augustus, Soren, Einhorn, and Castia families of the Trunsost Dynasty, the secretive Demon Families, Andrellad, Belia, and North, and the Witch Family, which is even further than the Angel Family and originated from the True God."

"It turns out that the final winner of the Fourth Epoch was the Trunsoste Dynasty, but where did their royal family go? The four great angel families, Augustus and Solon, divided up the northern continent."

"As Mr. Men said last time, the number of top powerhouses in the Fourth Epoch is beyond my imagination. However, most of them have been buried in the dust of history. Even the Sauron family has declined and was overthrown by me. In another thousand or two thousand years, perhaps the Augustus family and others will no longer exist. Only those true gods seem to shine forever in the real world."

"Although there were gods who fell in the Fourth Epoch, they were probably only a very small number. This reminds me of a sentence I wrote down when I was reading an online novel. I can modify it and use it here:
"If you don't become a true god, you will end up ashes!"

"The time for communication is over. Mr. 'Gate' has gone offline. He is really like a prisoner who is allowed to go out for exercise at a fixed time. He knows a lot. When he mentioned the Zaratul family just now, there was a hint of contempt in his tone."

"Perhaps I need to maintain my relationship with Mr. Gate and leave a way out besides the Steam Church, Zaratul, and that secretive and ancient organization."

"Yes, and Edward."

"He has shown his dissatisfaction with me. Very good. I cannot let Him live. If He lives, Bernadette will be in danger. Fortunately, the ancient secret organization is willing to help."

Seeing this sentence, Klein felt the same way.

When Emperor Roselle was struggling for the last time, he only thought of the organization that seemed to be the Twilight Hermits... And the Twilight Hermits were willing to help deal with the demon angels? I didn't expect this, but it makes sense... But Mr. "Door" was not mentioned at all. Something seemed to have happened in between... It turned out that the ancestors of the Augustus family of the Loen royal family were so rich that they were actually an angel family. But why did the royal family of the Trunsost dynasty, to which they were loyal, just "disappear" like that... Klein immediately thought of several things, and he wanted to dispel the fog that shrouded the history of the Fourth Epoch and see its true appearance.

This is also the biggest hobby of the original owner of his body.

Perhaps, the underground ruins with two main seats side by side and a terrifying evil spirit can help me answer many questions... But the place is empty now, and it is not easy for Pound to visit. If I go there again, I will alert the enemy... Klein lowered his eyes and turned to the third page of the diary.

"On June 2, Bernadette gave me a back massage!"

"It's really good to have a daughter. She knows how to care for her old father. Although I can see what she wants at a glance, at least she is willing to pretend, and she does a good job."

"I asked her what extraordinary path she wanted to take, and she said she hadn't decided yet, but she liked the motto 'Do whatever you want, but don't hurt.'"

"On June 3, I met Florent again. He was very different from before. He still had his original memories and some distinct and iconic characteristics, which was enough to prove that he was the real person."

"What on earth has he gone through to have such a big change? Perhaps a metaphor can be used to describe it relatively accurately. Some monsters are physical stitches, but he is a mental stitch."

"On June 5th, I got an ancient book, and the name of the 'Original Witch' was mentioned in it. It was not an honorary name!

"His name is Chic, which is a male name.

"Is this ancient book fake?"

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly: A male name? He immediately thought of the witches' actions and their twisted way of acting, and a strange idea came to him -

——Could it be that because the "original witch" was once a man, all witches need men to change genders and play the role?
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Edward's face was expressionless.

The connection he left on Sefirah Castle was completely obscured. Judging from the night sky he saw and the completely severed connection, it was undoubtedly the Goddess of Night who made the move. At this moment, the connection they left behind was hindering each other and they were in a stalemate. Probably, no one could further influence Sefirah Castle.

Why does the Goddess of Night know the existence of Sefirah Castle?
Did He know this from the beginning, or did He only notice it because of Klein's existence?
Is He paying attention to Klein because of Sefirah Castle?
"This is really strange...there was no movement before 1,400 years ago, but in the last 18 years of the apocalypse, all the heirs of the Fool of Sefirah Castle appeared. Does the Fool have procrastination? Do you like to rush to the deadline?"

He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Amon said there are at least a hundred cocoons on it, and only four have broken. Tianzun has been dead for so long, and he has only let go of three people so far. What do the remaining hundreds of people want to do? They can't all be there for show."

"The power of the Night actually followed the Sefirah Castle... The Night knew what the Sefirah Castle was, so why didn't the other gods react? The Night wasn't in an adjacent path, so how did he accurately grasp the opportunity? Is the Fool's uniqueness so useful? No, something is wrong..."

"Besides Edward, there are three others."

"The Goddess of Night... is the real... first person?"

The Declined King was silent. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly he had some understanding, an understanding of the extermination of the Demon Wolf clan and Yuan Tai's fall.

"Who is in Sefirah Castle now? Klein? Or the fifth person? Tsk, the heir of Sefirah Castle, what a trouble."

"Just treat him as Klein. It's really unexpected... I have established a weak and normal connection with Sefirah Castle, so how can Dark Night move freely in Sefirah Castle? He can even suppress me vaguely. Could it be that the heir gave him mystical blessings or permission to move... This is difficult, as Dark Night has Antigonus in his hands."

The Outer God said to himself: "After gaining contact with Sefirah Castle, if He intends to train a 'Fool' of His own..."

There was another long silence.

"I'm so hungry..." The demon in the shadow sighed faintly, and then he took out a bottle with the label "Demigod of the Rose School" from the collection cabinet, uncorked it, and took it out under the horrified gaze of the soul inside, and stuffed it into his mouth. Chewing, chewing, swallowing, his Adam's apple rolled, and the tip of his tongue swept away the strands of blood that overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The time of losing the source substance is too long, and the time of searching for the opportunity to make up for it on Earth has dragged on too long. As its own characteristics increase, the instinct of aggregation becomes stronger and stronger. If it were not for its strong will and its knowledge that unnecessary characteristics would only bring trouble to itself and make it further away from its goal, it would probably be impossible not to absorb the pollution of the City of Disaster in its hands.

It was afternoon, and the Outer God looked at the sky outside the window. The bright skylight made Him feel a little "irritated", which was extremely rare.

He was annoyed that he didn't know when he could go deeper into the abyss, when he could find the heir of Sefirah Castle again, when he could find his own Sefirah, and the danger that his identity might be exposed. The sudden intervention of the Goddess of Night made him a little passive. Although he changed his path in time, the King of Decay was not sure what the Night saw. If he saw his true path mark, then the expected time of breaking up would probably be brought forward to tomorrow or even the next second.

In this uncertain situation, fortunately, there is one thing that can make Him feel a little relieved, and that is the impending man-made disaster.

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Amon was shopping. He was walking and looking around leisurely when he suddenly noticed something very interesting.

In a jewelry store on the roadside, the brand new glass shelves were shining, and the store manager was sorting out the various pieces of jewelry on them. Amon took a fancy to these brand new bracelets and pendants, and walked into the store curiously.

"Boss, are these new?"

He touched the bracelet he had just hung and asked, "Shell?"

"Yes, hey, young man, you are here again?"

The store manager, who was over fifty years old, put the box in his hand on the counter. The things inside collided with each other, making a pleasant rustling sound. "These are all new goods that have just arrived. If you are interested, you can take a look first."

"it is good."

Amon smiled and nodded, then turned his eyes to the various handicrafts on the wall and on the counter. On the counter were processed ornaments, which were small animals made of shells or collage paintings. Amon was not interested in these, so he took a quick look and looked away. The ones hanging on the wall were mainly pendants and bracelets, made of the simplest shells or smooth small conches, which looked relatively cheap. The main color was basically white, and very few had natural color patterns.

Amon picked up a thumb-sized conch pendant with black patterns. He put it to his ear and heard the ethereal and distant sound. He turned around and asked the shopkeeper, "How much is this?"

The shop owner hung a shell wind chime on the wall, looked back, and said with a smile: "This one is 1 soli."

"The price has gone up," Amon said. "It was only 10 pence last month."

"Yes, it's winter now, and fishermen don't go out to sea."

As he was talking, the door behind him was pushed open, and another guest came in. A gust of cold wind rushed in through the gap in the door, blowing the wind chimes that had just been hung, making a series of crisp sounds that were different from those of metal wind chimes.

Amon was attracted by the voice and asked, "Manager, are you selling this wind chime? How much is it?"

The store manager laughed and said, "I just finished hanging it, but it's very expensive, so I bought one to hang in the store. 5 soli." "It's a bit expensive." Amon nodded, "Please wrap it up for me."

"Okay." The store manager smiled, climbed up the short ladder that had not been moved away in time, and took down the wind chime with a grunt.

Amon watched him carefully hang the wind chime aside, fetch a paper box, fill it with soft stuffing, and then carefully put the shell wind chime in. Amon thought for a moment, and put the small black patterned conch in his hand into the box as well: "I want this one too."

The store manager's face was full of smiles. This young man would buy something every time he came, and he was generous. He was simply the best customer. So he said, "Anything else? I'll give you a 20% discount."

Hearing this, Amon's eyes lit up, and he turned around and continued to search the store for things he was interested in. Soon, a bracelet with a white "leaf" pendant attracted his attention.

A closer look revealed that the veins on this "leaf" were naturally formed, cut to look like leaves or feathers. The total size of a finger joint, the leather strap of the bracelet was hung with many polished beads and shell fragments, very delicate. After getting the store manager's permission, Amon touched the "leaf" in the display case with one finger and found that it felt very round and smooth, very much like a pearl, but different.

"what is this?"

"That's a giant clam." The store manager said, "I bought this small piece from a fisherman. The best quality giant clams have generally been bought by the Church of Storms. If you like it, I'll sell it to you for 2 soli."

"Will the Storm Church really buy the shells?"

"Yes, the church often buys large quantities of high-quality shells and baroque pearls to make amulets. Giant clams are the best among the shells. If there are golden lines inside, the price can be increased dozens or hundreds of times." The store manager finished cleaning up and sat behind the counter leisurely, chatting with Amon, "Brother, are you a believer of the Storm? As long as you donate a certain amount of money or are devout enough, the Storm Church will give you an amulet blessed by the Lord of Storms."

Amon shook his head: "I am not a believer in storms."

"That's the goddess or the god of steam and machinery," the store manager said naturally, his name betraying his own beliefs, "If you want to buy good quality giant clams, you have to go to the beach yourself."

"So this is bad?"

"Haha, how could that be? Although it is indeed a scrap, I really like the shape and pattern."

As he was talking, the store manager had already packed the shell wind chimes and conch pendants. Amon stared at the bracelet, which was ordinary in workmanship but very interesting to him, for a while, and finally decided to buy it: "This bracelet..."

"I'll buy it."

A gentle female voice suddenly came into the conversation. It was a lady in a black dress with a beautiful face, long hair and a black bonnet on her head. Her eyes and nose were covered with fine tulle.

She said, "I like it very much and would like to buy it for 5 soli. Can you give it to me?"

Amon's thoughts were in a trance for a moment, but he didn't realize it.

The item you like is liked by others? This is very simple. You just need to parasitize the store manager or this lady, or cheat or steal, as long as you can make this item belong to you in the end. This lady is just an ordinary person. Amon stretched out his hand and pinched his eye sockets, and said to the store manager: "I like it too, I hope to buy it for 8 soles."

"12 soles." The lady in black followed calmly.

The store manager looked at her, then at him, and said apologetically, "Oh, this... young man, how about you change one?"

As soon as these words came out, Amon naturally understood what the store manager meant. He was slightly unhappy, and his eyes stayed on the bracelet for a while, but he finally relented: "Okay."

"Why don't you parasite him?" the lady asked calmly.

Amon didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this question, and said casually: "Because I only have 8 soles."

"No, you still have a lot of cash on you, and you can steal my money, you can defraud me, you can parasitize me, you have many ways to get the bracelet."

The lady in black clothes and black hair asked, "Why did you give up?"

Amon had no choice but to explain to her seriously: "8 soles is the highest price I am willing to pay. Since you are willing to pay a higher price, it proves that you like it more than I do. So I will give it to you."

The lady raised her eyebrows slightly, revealing a surprised expression behind the black veil, and a hint of intelligence appeared on her beautiful and dull face: "You are not going to take it away?"

"No." Amon denied, "It's not that important to me."

"So, what if it's Sefirah Castle?"

“Source Castle?” Amon was stunned and almost woke up, but he could not resist the power of the dream and answered truthfully, “The fate of the Lord of Mysteries is too heavy. I don’t want to bear that.”

"But you have a way to obtain Sefirah Castle without taking any responsibility."

"Really?" Amon asked doubtfully. As he spoke, he suddenly saw the gray fog in front of him, and the huge space as magnificent as a temple appeared. He saw the bronze long table and 22 high-backed chairs that he had seen with his own eyes. He really saw Sefirah Castle and entered Sefirah Castle. As long as he had a thought, he could completely control this place.

The lady in black stood beside him like a shadow, her voice sometimes far away and sometimes near, floating and ethereal: "You come to obtain the position of the Lord of Mysteries, and that person will bear the fate of the Lord of Mysteries. This is the best way for you. Are you willing?"

Do you want to?

Amon approached the long bronze table and came to the position of "The Fool". He lowered his head slightly and looked at the "Fortune Teller" emblem that appeared on the high-back chair. The emblem twisted and changed in his eyes, turning into a pointer and a shadow, and became a "thief".

"I……"

He said slowly: "I give you the bracelet voluntarily."

"He gave me Sefirah Castle and took on the fate of the castle. Was he willing to do so?"

"I don't want to take responsibility. If he is willing to take responsibility, then I will give him Sefirah Castle."

After he finished speaking, there was silence behind him. Amon turned his head and saw the lady in black clothes and black hair looking at him quietly, with the corners of her mouth raised, slowly revealing a smile.

TBC
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I saw a reader posting on Tieba complaining that Lao Ai should have died long ago.

Hey man, why are you posting this? Are you discussing the plot setting of this article with a bunch of people who haven't even read the book?
"The barrier is impossible to penetrate." If we are talking about this, how can the quality of human souls be higher than that of gods? It is impossible for the souls of angels and the true gods of the past to be penetrated. How can a person who travels from another world escape the eyes of the Supreme God and the Seven Gods? How can the original characters such as Klein Amon Adam have worldly feelings? Fan fiction is originally a wild fantasy. If you say this, everyone should stop writing.

If you don't like to do anything, then you will say that anti-routine chaos evil is just lip service, and the essence is still a light novel of character nanny. If you like to do anything, then you will start discussing that He should have died long ago. Some readers are really Ye Gonghaolong.

I'm angry and I want to take a leave!
Although I really want to complain. The idea that Old Ai/Decline deserves death only appeared recently, which means that it can basically be seen as an emotional release after Klein was killed. In other words, some readers did not pay attention to the warning I wrote at the beginning, nor did they pay attention to the release comments. They were indifferent to Old Ai killing strangers and characters they did not like, and even thought they were not bad enough. When he killed Klein, they started discussing when Old Ai would die.

And the friend who posted this, I won't complain if you remember Kapin as Karen and the King of Decline as the King of Decline. First of all, the massacre by Old Ai was in the southern continent, which reduced the losses of the countries and the church in the northern continent. Isn't this beneficial to the Seven Gods? Why would he kill Old Ai? They were hoping that Old Ai would kill everyone so that they could occupy the whole country without spending a single soldier. Tingen's 0-08 was tacitly approved by the goddess. This was a deal with Adam. The goddess of disaster in Tingen knew about it, but it was just a necessary sacrifice. Do you really think the goddess would save people? And the part about killing Klein and going to Sefirah Castle that you think is the most outrageous, as if the plot was imagined by you yourself. When did I say that Old Ai used his original Sefirah? It was because Klein first divined Old Ai to establish a connection, and then he could go up through Amon, a serious trickster. Even if he used all his fraud souls, he could only stay for a short time.

Watch it by jumping?

I think the invincibility and power of Lao Ai are basically imagined by some readers. I am worried that someone will tear my leather case off if I take two steps. I still say that if you are not satisfied, stop the loss in time, at least you will have to pay more than ten dollars.

I can’t write any more, so let it be!
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(End of this chapter)