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

Chapter 125 An Invitation That Cannot Be Escaped

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"Give... huh... willingly..."

The store manager looked at Amon, who was lying on the table and talking in his sleep, in silence for a while, then reached out and pushed him to wake him up.

Amon was forced to wake up, with several marks on his face from his sleeves. He was still a little confused and subconsciously asked the store manager: "Will you sell that bracelet for 8 soli?"

"8 soli?" The store manager was happy and put the gift box in Amon's arms. "I've already told you that I'll sell you the bracelet for 2 soli. You don't have to pay such a high price."

"But wasn't there a lady who was willing to pay 12 soles just now?" Amon yawned, a little resentful, "and you agreed."

After hearing this, a big question mark appeared on the store manager's forehead. He looked around the store, then looked at Amon who was confused, and asked cautiously: "Are you dreaming? From this afternoon till now, you are the only one who wants to buy this bracelet. No other ladies have."

"After you bought the wind chimes and pendants, you suddenly said you were a little sleepy, and then you walked to the rest area and lay down to sleep."

Hmm? Amon finally woke up, looked around, and was surprised to find that it was already dark.

He went out at about four o'clock and slept for more than an hour. He was indeed the only one in the store. He felt like he had a vague dream just now. In the dream, a man in black clothes said something to him, but now he has almost forgotten it. He looked at the box in his hand again, and with his spiritual intuition, he confirmed that everything he bought was in it.

If a high-sequence person suddenly falls asleep or has a strange dream, it is best not to ignore it easily, as it is likely to be some kind of revelation or prediction. But Amon subconsciously thought it was better not to think about it, so he quickly put the conversation with the store manager behind his mind.

Having bought everything he needed and not wanting anything else, Amon yawned again, stood up, said goodbye to the manager, and left the jewelry store.

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"Is it true, Mr. Hanged Man, that you sailed into a magical red sea?"

Miss Justice Audrey was very interested in Alger's words. She sat in a dignified posture, but her back could not help but lean forward slightly, almost leaving the state of "audience". On the other hand, Derrick, the Sun, also listened attentively to the extraordinary story outside the God-Forsaken Land, trying hard to find the corresponding story in the God-Forsaken Land. And Fors, the Magician, was both curious and hesitant.

She was deeply attracted by the story described by the other party, and couldn't wait to use it as a blueprint to write an adventure story that challenged the imagination, but she also knew that if she really wrote it like this, the Church's Extraordinary People would probably come to check the gas meter at her home the same night she sent it to the editorial office.

This "Gathering Before God" is really beyond my imagination... It would be great if I could really collect materials and compile and publish them here. I am willing to share the profits with everyone... Fors's heart is itching.

The only one who didn't react was The World, because The Fool was also listening attentively and didn't try to control it.

Alger, the Hanged Man, understood everyone's reaction, but he was a little uneasy that Mr. Fool had remained silent. He told everyone about his recurring dreams in order to gather their ideas, but he didn't expect that everyone treated it as a story and listened to it with great interest.

Don't just listen to the story... He stole a glance at the calm spirit and answered Audrey's question:

“Yes, in this dream, I sailed all the way and found a red sea.”

"Then, my crew members gradually turned into demons, and I turned into a demon too. We were hostile to each other, and it seemed that we had forgotten that we knew each other. We just wanted to kill each other..." Alger roughly recounted the chaos that occurred on the ship in his dream, emphasizing the word demon.

In the dream, it was acceptable to see his crew members turned into demons from a bystander's perspective, but it was absolutely terrifying to see a demon with his own face. After waking up, Alger instinctively wanted to recite the command of the Lord of Storms and pray, but when it came to his lips, he changed it to praying to Mr. Fool, but Mr. Fool did not respond to him.

Because Mr. Fool was still lying at the door of his house at that time.

"And then? How are you guys doing?" Audrey asked the question again on behalf of everyone else, and Mr. Fool gave her an approving look.

"And then..." Alger frowned, trying to recall the fragmented dream, "And then... a giant rag doll... taught us a lesson? It defeated us all, tied us up, and let the ship continue to move forward."

Rag dolls...? Miss Justice was stunned. The many cute toys she had placed beside her bed appeared in her mind. For a moment, she felt that this dream, which seemed like a horror drama, had turned into a horror comedy.

Rag doll? Klein wondered.

Rag doll? Fors was stunned, thinking that Mr. Hanged Man was quite childish.

Only "Sun" Derrick thought seriously about what a rag doll was, and then suddenly said, "A rag doll is a toy, right? It's made of cloth, stuffed with things, and it's a toy for children."

"Yes," Audrey replied.

Derrick scratched his head. "There is no stuffing called 'cotton' in Silver City, and cloth is also very precious. Rag dolls only exist in records... According to the records, there seems to be a mythical creature in the form of a rag doll, but I don't know if it is the kind you are talking about."

After saying this, he looked at Mr. Fool. Seeing the other party’s approval, he materialized his memory.

A cute human figure with buttons for eyes and stuffed with cotton, it looks cute and feels great.

"Yes, although it can be made into many styles, this toy is just a rag doll." Audrey said affirmatively.

Klein noticed the ancient giant language annotation next to it. The screen shook slightly. This ancient language was translated into the common language of the northern continent, which received everyone's inner praise.

"Alien? Well, it's the prisoner, the path of Miss Sharon and Maric, and also the path of the Rose School of the Southern Continent..."

Klein looked thoughtfully at the Hanged Man who was also thoughtful, and thought with a sense of amusement, "Could it be that the person who hired Mr. Hanged Man is a High-Sequence Expert of the Rose School? At least a Demigod!"

If he were in his own body, The Hanged Man would have been sweating profusely. Reminded by this information, he vaguely remembered that he did encounter a Rose School ship at sea. The captain on the ship was at least Sequence 7 like himself. At that time, he thought it would be a tough battle, but he didn't expect the other party to turn around and flee at triple speed after getting close to see clearly.

Alger didn't think he had the reputation or power to scare away this group of fierce and crazy cultists, so there was only one suspicious person, and that was Hestin Ernst who was fishing on the side of the boat at the time!
He was a demigod? And a demigod of the "prisoner" path? Since the crazy people of the Rose School ran away after seeing him, it meant that he was probably not one of them. He was most likely a member of the declining "temperance faction".

So the Ernst family is a branch of the temperance faction? Is charity a role model or a way to hide? If the other party is a demigod, then his life span should be very long, and Histing is likely a pseudonym.

In the absence of sufficient information, Alger made bold guesses all the way and thought of the legendary founder of the foundation, Mr. Richard Ernst, a great philanthropist who left almost no images or portraits. The birth and death years of this philanthropist who was active in the Roselle period are unknown. It is said that he has southern continental blood and received assistance from Emperor Roselle. A secret organization claims that he is not dead yet, but has become a secret great existence. The one who advocates this view is the "Pilgrimage Sect" that works closely with the Ernst Foundation.

Alger thought of the small orphanage in Bayam City that was managed by a Sequence 5 "gatekeeper", the "craftsman" whose identity was unknown but whose behavior and food and clothing were like those of a noble, and the good-tempered Mr. Ernst who often invited him to dinner. When Alger thought that the other party might be a demigod, and that he always treated him so casually, and even tried to defraud him of more money, he felt his scalp tingling and cold sweats all over his body.

However, this organization is relatively loose and very low-key, and with many internal channels, it is impossible to tell whether it is a branch of the temperance faction.

Klein had similar thoughts.

The temperance faction, they shouldn't be as irrational and kill people randomly as the indulgence faction. The mysterious strong man stopped Mr. "The Hanged Man" and his men from killing each other, and let them forget about it afterwards. It should be for the good of Mr. "The Hanged Man" and his men, and he didn't mean to harm them...

"Dear Mr. Fool."

After talking about the dream that had troubled him for nearly a week, Alger stood up uneasily and saluted to the Fool at the top: "This is all the information I can get from the dream."

"What do you think about this?"

The god hidden by the gray fog smiled softly and said calmly:
"nothing."

"This matter is over, and he wants you to keep it a secret."

Hearing this answer, Alger, the "Hanged Man", breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the fact that Mr. Ernst had made him lose his memory, he obviously had no ill intentions and even had some good intentions for them. Alger did not feel horrified, but rather somewhat relieved.

Because the other sailors obviously did not have similar dreams and lived their lives as usual. If they had such dreams, they would have gone to the church to confess. If the church knew that they had encountered such a terrifying thing, I am afraid that everyone on this ship would be imprisoned in the church basement and would never see the light of day.

If Mr. Ernst doesn't want me to know, then I'd better "not know". The more I know, the more likely it is to bring disaster.

"Thank you for your teachings." Feeling that he had been thinking for a long time, Alger quickly bowed to express his gratitude and asked, "How can I repay you?"

Mr. Fool didn’t take it seriously: “It’s just a small matter.”

Alger lowered his head even lower, praised the Fool in his heart, and sat down respectfully.

"However, your dream reminded me of something."

After Alger sat down, The Fool folded his hands and smiled softly, "For example, 'moderation'."

Moderation? The Moderation Faction, a split from the Rose School! They were a split from the Church of the Bound God, the former state religion of the Highland Kingdom. They claim to have inherited the orthodoxy and are close to the Church of the Seven Gods, which means they are not necessarily enemies. Mr. Fool is hinting that I don’t need to be nervous…

Alger completed his self-strategy and felt even more grateful.

The story was over, and the next step was to exchange bits and pieces of information between the members. Klein sold the "werewolf" trait for a thousand pounds, Mr. "Hanged Man" had the hair of the deep-sea naga, and the "world" also proposed to find the "human skin shadow". When the meeting was coming to an end, the god suddenly tapped the table with his fingers, attracting everyone's attention:

"And one other thing."

Everyone pricked up their ears, only to hear the spirit say casually: "In contrast, there is another 'devil'."

"He is in Backlund right now. My followers encountered Him by chance. This demon is called—"

"—Edward Vaughan."

Edward Vaughn… While others were thinking and remembering, Miss Magician was stunned for a moment and her face suddenly turned pale.

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Klein left the gray fog and sat quietly for a long time. After making sure that he was safe, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Klein turned his head and glanced out the window, where he could see the spire of the Steam Church. He did not use his pendulum to divine, but within a second he planned his escape route after jumping out of the window, placed a few matches on the windowsill, and then mustered up his courage and carefully approached the door.

His heartbeat was suppressed to the lowest level, he held his breath, and his footsteps were silent. The moment his hand grasped the door handle, Klein's spirituality outlined the face of the visitor outside the door:

An old gentleman with a good temperament and strict attire.

stranger……

But I can't confirm whether it's a disguise, or an ability similar to the "Faceless Man"... It shouldn't be a demon, nor Edward Vaughn. If he wants to kill me, he probably only needs to knock on my door, without having to go through the trouble of disguising himself. And apart from him, I don't have any other enemies or dangers recently... Klein thought about it seriously, and after using his pendulum to divine "no danger", he turned the handle and opened the door.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"..." The smile on Klein's face faltered a little, because the ID he used to rent the house was a fake name, and the other party revealed his "real name" right away, obviously having done some investigation and coming prepared.

The old gentleman, who was so serious that he seemed unable to laugh, seemed to see his concerns and spoke calmly first: "Don't worry, Mr. Moriarty, I have no intention of doing anything bad to you. I just want to invite you to meet my master."

This old man's every move was very careful, and there was a very mysterious feeling. He was most likely a Beyonder, and there was no need for him to trick me into killing him because he could command a family of powerful Beyonders... Klein did not let down his guard and asked calmly, "Excuse me, who is your master...?"

"If you decide to accept my master's invitation, I will tell you everything truthfully." The old butler obviously didn't intend to say it now.

With a powerful Beyonder like you blocking my door, I don't seem to have any choice, right? Klein chose the next best option and asked a relatively tactful question: "May I ask what your master wants to see me about?"

The professional and rigorous butler paid no attention to his scrutiny and said with a polite smile:
"It is for a mutual friend of yours and my master. Mr. Talim."

Hmm? Could this be the big shot that Talim mentioned? ... Invited me to investigate Talim's death? Could there be some extraordinary factor involved? I did suspect that Edward Vaughn might have killed him, but an ordinary person like Talim who knows nothing about it shouldn't... If it really has something to do with Edward Vaughn, then I will immediately decline and push the blame on the royal family... Klein hesitated for two seconds and said:

"My Lord, did you ask me to come over here because of Talim's death?"

"Yes, Talim was his friend, and he was sad and confused about his death." The old butler spoke clearly.

Very good. It seems that the other party might be a man who values ​​friendship. If the case involves my life, I should be able to withdraw smoothly... Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the end he could only nod:
"I'm not sure how much I can do for Talim."

"It's such a sad and regrettable thing." The old butler said sincerely, "Are you willing to accept my master's invitation?"

Do I have any reason to refuse? That would be very suspicious! You might kill me on the spot... Klein looked at him and said:
"I happen to have nothing to do this afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty, please." The old butler bent slightly, stretched out his right palm wearing a white glove, and pointed to the carriage across the cement road.

The Sword of Judgment... is the royal family, the Augustus family...

Alas, I have been avoiding contact with big shots, but in the end, I have to face the person behind Talim because of his death... I don't know if this will attract more attention or more in-depth background investigations... I have to make plans in advance and be ready to give up this base and this identity at any time... Also, I have to get the characteristics of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep-sea naga as soon as possible, and be promoted to a "faceless man" as soon as possible! In that way, my ability to resist risks will more than double! Klein changed his coat, put on his hat, and walked towards the carriage with the royal emblem. He had already thought about some follow-up things.

At this time, the servant brought by the old butler helped him open the car door.

Walking on the thick brown carpet, looking at the wooden cabinets and crystal-polished cups containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Lancia, and Blackland, Klein felt a little awkward for a moment and found a seat by the window to sit down.

——Lonzi refers to strong distilled liquor brewed from pure malt. There are many types, such as the "Strong Lonzi" that sailors love to drink the most. The bottles in the cabinet now are obviously high-end products. As for Black Rand, it refers to a strong distilled liquor fermented from other grains. Like Lonzi, it is a specialty of Loen.

Watching the carriage driving through the wet streets, Klein asked casually:
"To Queens?"

"No, my master is waiting for you at Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Queens." The old butler did not hide it.

It looks like it’s a royal manor… Klein thought for a moment and asked with a smile:

"Can you tell me the identity of your master now?"

The old butler's already straight back became even straighter, and his chin was raised:

"He is the descendant of the 'Founder', the 'Protector', he is the son of the 'Mighty One', he is the fifth child of His Majesty the King, Count Rustin, His Highness Prince Edsac Augustus .”

TBC
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Although I haven’t finished my work yet, I can still find time to write some words.

It's really dramatic how things have developed to this point. I feel like I'm digesting the instigator or the witch of pain.

They also took screenshots of my complaints and said I was crazy. It was the same when I was writing The Adventures of Adao before. I was writing it well, but suddenly there was a fight with the original author. They criticized me for trying to take advantage of the original work and trample on the original characters, and they didn't allow me to use the Lord of Mysteries tag. I have resentment in my heart, but they don't allow me to speak it out, right?

Now my new book "Let Myself Go" is doing well and can even make money for Cuttlefish. You don't know the whole story and you take my words out of context and say I'm crazy? If you have the guts, go to the book friends circle to confront me, but you don't have the guts and can only come here to step on me and add fuel to the fire? Don't do it in this barber shop, it's unlucky. You went to Old Ford to laugh at my lack of popularity and reported me eight times in 5 hours. Wow, you are really crazy! (Great Read

Thank you all for your comfort. I am not angry anymore. I just feel that my decision to finish writing this article early and then run away from this circle and never see it again was the right one.

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(End of this chapter)