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

Chapter 140 Daily Life after Release from Prison and Silver City
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After eating a few bites of dessert mentally, Edward left the alley in a good mood. Both the person to be silenced and the one being silenced became silent and mutilated corpses in the depths of darkness, rotting into mud without a sound.

It seemed to be afternoon now, but the exact time was still unknown. Edward covered his eyes with his hands and found a clothing store that looked pretty good and walked in.

He disguised himself and entered the store that sold custom-made formal wear. Although it looked a bit different from what he usually wore, it was fine for emergency use. In the dressing room, Edward changed into a newly bought shirt and dark vest, and then carefully examined the tattered clothes he had changed out of.

This shirt, soaked in his blood and staying in a secret place for a long time, has shown the characteristics of a sealed item, but it has not shown any useful abilities at present. It only has useless negative effects such as "it will make people who see this shirt have evil thoughts and kill each other", "it can't be taken off once put on", and "it will eat up the person wearing it bite by bite". The only positive effect is "some evil spells can be learned without a teacher when wearing it", but the sequence is too low, generally below 5, and even the dirty words cannot be used. There are only some degraded curses and summoning spells, which are very useless.

Edward pondered for a moment, cut the useless clothes into pieces, burned the scraps, and made the useful parts into several high-quality demonic path spells.

After leaving the dressing room, He asked the tailor who was measuring the customer's body, "How long will it take to produce the finished garment?"

The tailor pushed up his glasses: "About two weeks."

"Too slow, I won't stay here that long," Edward said. "I want to buy a set of ready-made clothes, with a cane."

Half an hour later, Edward's bank account was reduced by fifty pounds, and he left the store with a brand new outfit and a newly bought walking stick.

He had figured out the time and location. As expected, he was now at sea, on an island close to the southern continent, within the Rorsted Archipelago, but still some distance away from Bayam.

It was his first time leaving the hidden town and he had no experience. Edward didn't know whether he was teleported randomly when he left or whether the goddess of night had thrown him to this place. If it was the latter, perhaps this was a very obvious warning, warning him not to get close to Backlund again.

How about going to the Southern Continent for a while?

Well, it's not necessary for the real body to go to Backlund, right? Since the Goddess of Night doesn't want me to go, why not make a clone to go?
"Speaking of which..."

Edward pressed his temple, his tone a little subtle: "Why are there so many people chanting my honorific name recently? But it seems that it is not entirely mine. Some sentences are mine, and some are others, but they are all directed to a certain 'Abyss'... I always feel that they are chanting that Belia... Forget it, let me see the content of the prayer."

The Hidden Town cannot communicate with the spirit world, so it is impossible to teleport to the spirit world, do divination, or accept prayers.

So after leaving, the prayer message rang like 99+ unread messages.

However, having 99+ messages is already very abnormal. The number of daily prayers should be in the single digits, or double digits at most. Even the East District leader who had met me and had a little cooperation with me only prayed every now and then. Why would so many people suddenly send messages to me, an idle evil god who has few believers and basically does not respond to prayers?

He opened up the spiritual communication and began to listen to the various prayers:
"The great angel of the abyss..."

Edward stood up slightly straighter with the sound of crying, sobbing, and tears falling into the soil. Five out of ten prayers had such sounds, and three times there were sounds of swords in the background, accompanied by occasional gunshots, and the source of the prayers seemed to be quite far away from where he was now.

"Great angel, Lord of the Deep Dark Land, Eyes that Watch Over All Living Things, please, please, please, please save my family!"

Edward bought a kebab, found a seat on the street and started eating without paying any attention to his image.

"Please help my friend..."

"...Please punish those evildoers..."

The quality of the skewers was very average, with a woody texture and lack of elasticity and fat. The seasoning was quite good, but not to his taste. After Edward took two bites, he cut out the rest and threw it to the stray dog ​​that was wagging its tail at his feet.

Judging from the blurry prayer images, there seemed to be many individuals, both men and women, and most of them were praying secretly and spontaneously rather than in a collective ceremony. It was unknown where these believers came from.

Moreover, the content of the prayers had nothing to do with his own authority, so Edward simply listened to them as background music.

In fact, since there was no response at all, some of these prayers simply continued to talk a lot after the prayer ended, as if they were completely unaware that they were establishing a connection with the evil god. Instead, they regarded this honorable name as a spiritual sustenance and spoke to themselves from time to time.

"The location seems to be the southern continent... It's not surprising that my honorable name is spread there, but where are some of these fragments - oh, could it be that after I ate Belia, some special directions fell on me? For example, the 'Grand Duke'?"

That's not surprising. If they were not the demon family, these sudden increase in believers should be a last-minute effort to seek medical help. Something must have happened there again.

Just like when he destroyed the five cities of the southern continent hundreds of years ago, ordinary people in other cities who did not know the truth but had some knowledge of mysticism regarded him as a symbol of disaster, compiled some honorific names and prayed, hoping that this power would descend on the northern continent.

The prayers played automatically and slowly, and when it came to the latest one, there were actually quite a few relatively calm voices mixed in with the crying and wailing - at least they were able to finish their prayers without sobbing.

Edward was finally able to distinguish more details of these voices: there were both male and female voices, and judging from the voices, they were not very old, probably in their twenties or thirties, still in the prime of human life, but their voices were filled with hatred and other intense emotions, and lacked the liveliness that young people should have.

"Great angel...if you really exist, can you grant me power..."

This seemed to be a collective prayer. Because these voices were all chanting the same sentence, only the content of their prayers was slightly different. These young people said in voices without any emotion: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly and sacrifice my flesh and blood to you. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you. I ask you to give me the power of revenge..."

Finally, there is a prayer that interests me.

If something happens in the Southern Continent, it will give Hei Ye the illusion that "I have gone to the Southern Continent", right?
Edward answered the call with interest.

The young men and women who were hiding in the cave and praying secretly suddenly felt a chill. Panic and uneasiness appeared in their hearts at the same time, as if they were facing the guns of the people from the northern continent, or walking alone in the jungle and accidentally turned their heads to meet the eyes of a wild beast behind them.

Someone screamed, and everyone woke up from their prayers. They found that the candle flames on the stone platform that served as a simple altar had quietly turned blue. A cold wind blew, and the temperature seemed to drop by ten degrees. Goose bumps appeared all over their bodies, as if it was a sign. They quickly gathered together and looked around vigilantly.

“Could it be that the prayer has been answered?” One of the young men rubbed his arms nervously and said, “Didn’t they say that this honorable name has never been answered by evil… uh, great beings?”

"Wouldn't it be best if there was a response? We don't have anyone to turn to right now."

"Yes, everyone knows when we pray that this is the legendary devil! If it can give us strength, I will praise it even if it is a devil!"

One of them was not afraid at all, he just swallowed nervously. He bravely approached the altar and was surprised to find that the simple offerings had been burned to ashes. In the blue candlelight, the ashes formed the Dutan language of the Balam Empire:
"Pour out your murderous intent and hatred on them."

"Exchange their lives for my power."

A chill ran up his spine. Several people who were close by saw these two sentences at a glance. They looked at each other and saw fear, excitement, and ecstasy of escaping from a desperate situation in each other's eyes.

The anxious young man saw that others had also gathered near the altar, so he had no choice but to move closer. When he saw these two lines of words, he couldn't help but worry again: "The Governor always brings dozens of bodyguards with him every time he goes out, and some of them have special abilities like the generals in the resistance army. How can we kill him?"

The woman next to him immediately pushed him hard and said angrily, "Don't call him Governor!"

"We don't need to take action against the Governor." Someone else said, "The god didn't say that we must kill them, right? We can go and teach those bullies in the town a lesson..."

Another voice retorted: "It says above that their lives must be exchanged for power."

The man's tone immediately weakened: "Could it be the gods themselves? I don't want to kill anyone..."

"Why don't you want to kill someone!" the girl said loudly, "Those people rely on their good relationship with the officials of the Northern Continent and have almost sold out all the people in the town! I am the only one left in my family. If you don't dare to do it, I will kill him!" After saying that, the girl wiped her eyes fiercely and ran out with big strides. The people around her quickly grabbed her:

"Calm down, what if this is a scam?"

"Yes, if we kill government officials, we will all be shot!"

"And we can't even buy guns, how can we kill people?"

……

The young men argued in a chaotic manner, but in the end they did not come to any conclusion. However, as companions who had prayed to the evil god together, they tacitly cleaned up all traces of the remains in the cave before leaving, and burned and buried all the items on the spot.

They dealt with the items in silence, each with their own thoughts, and did not speak again until they left the secluded cave and dispersed.

Some of them quietly broke the candles that had not yet burned out and carefully put them in their arms.

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The lightning gradually subsided and darkness became the ruler of the earth.

After a journey that was neither long nor short and sporadic battles, the exploration team of the City of Silver finally arrived at their destination.

With the help of the light from the animal skin lantern that could not reach far, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city walls and the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, and only a few were still barely holding up, but their surfaces were all mottled and filled with the dust of time.

The white and blue coating, and the pointed roof structure that was different from the Silver City, had also turned gray, making it difficult to imagine what they originally looked like.

However, Derrick was able to get a glimpse of the city's past. It must have gone through a long time, had a considerable number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark ages.

The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend city walls, and go out in teams of five, six or more to explore, hunt monsters, and search for resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in the brief period of stability, offer sacrifices to the gods, longing for a response, and give birth to the next generation so that hope can continue.

However, they eventually disappeared into the darkness, lost all sound, and only a ruin remained.

These ruins are like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that struggled to survive but disappeared sadly.

Demon Hunter Colin looked around, his face solemn, as if he had seen the future of Silver City.

He pointed ahead and said:
“Other places have been cleared.”

"That temple is in the center of the city."

The exploration team was slightly dispersed, but still maintained sufficient order and did not relax their vigilance around them.

Passing through ruins that had been destroyed for who knows how long, and walking through streets that were so quiet that they made people manic, Derrick finally saw a wide platform that was built entirely of man-made materials.

On the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building. It is very similar to the temple in Silver City, with stone pillars supporting the dome and arches forming the gate.

The style of the buildings here is completely different from that of the other buildings. It is indeed the "Fallen Creator" who converted later... As soon as Derrick had this thought, three of the four lanterns in the team went out at the same time!

Suddenly, most of the exploration team fell into pure darkness. There was no lightning in the sky, no candlelight on the ground, and the breathing sounds of humans around them seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Derrick's body tensed up instantly, and he felt as if some monster in the darkness stuck out its tongue and tentatively licked his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing real appeared.

However, the team of Silver City was well-trained and experienced, so they did not panic, but immediately gathered around the only lantern that was still lit. The light was right next to him, and Derrick felt less uneasy when he felt its warmth and brightness. He looked up at the person holding the lantern and found that it was the extremely lucky Weisen Skold.

It's unexpected, but also natural.

He had just successfully completed his promotion not long ago and is now a Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight". As a result, he was assigned more dangerous exploration and patrol missions, and therefore joined this exploration team.

It is said that he has made correct judgments in several crises in the past few dozen cycles, and has saved the team from being wiped out in narrow escapes. It seems that his good luck is still playing a role this time.

At this moment, a childish, helpless, frightened and dry voice sounded in his ears.

It was a child whispering:

"Help me... help me..."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, but in an instant, a little shimmering dust appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, Weissen Skold suddenly looked in a certain direction in the distance with a puzzled expression.

But neither of them noticed the other's abnormality, so they chose to remain silent at the same time, treating the sound they just heard as a common trick used by monsters in the dark to seduce people.

The dust exploded one after another, igniting wisps of silvery light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Colin stared at Derrick and said in a low voice:
"What are you thinking about?"

Derrick suddenly woke up and shamefully clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose as if praying.

A stream of bright and clear light immediately emitted from his body, causing the surrounding darkness to recede silently.

The other team members took the time to light the candles again.

Because the "Monster Hunter" responded promptly, no team members were missing and no new members were added this time.

Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick and looked at the half-collapsed temple on the platform, and said solemnly:

"From now on, there can be no negligence and the alertness should be raised to the highest level."

TBC
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The City of Silver begins the Ouroboros cycle mural copy.

(But in reality, there won’t be much change. After all, Ouroboros only gave his father in this life a little bit of luck.)
(End of this chapter)