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

Chapter 143: Not Everyday Life

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Looking at the little boy behind the altar and listening to his slightly hoarse and childish voice, Derrick seemed to be facing the most terrifying monster and almost chopped out the "Hurricane Axe" in his hand.

In his common sense, those who could survive in pure darkness for so long were definitely not human. Even if they were once human, they certainly wouldn't be human after so long!

Demon Hunter Colin's eyes seemed to brighten again. He tightened his grip on the sword and asked in a calm voice:
"what are you doing here?"

The yellow-haired boy who called himself Jack replied with a slightly painful expression:

“We are seeking the sanctuary of the Lord.”

"The Lord's sanctuary?" Colin asked.

"Yes." The little boy Jack turned his head to look at the dark cross and the upside-down statue. "They told me that as long as I keep going in the direction where the Lord is looking, I will reach His holy place."

"Them? Do you have any companions?" Colin's eyes turned around like some kind of monster, taking in all the surroundings. "Where are they?"

Hearing this question, the little boy Jack was obviously stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, he held his throat and said with a distorted expression:
"I am so hungry……

"So hungry..."

While talking almost in sleep, the little boy Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua who was wearing red gloves.

"So hungry..."

His mouth suddenly opened wide, all the way to his ears, his white teeth were neatly aligned, and slightly sticky saliva kept flowing out.

At the same time, he rushed out and pounced on Joshua in front of him, so fast that there were still broken images left on the spot.

Although Joshua was on high alert, he was still a little slow to react.

Before he could even see the process clearly, the little boy Jack jumped in front of him.

Boom!
The blond figure seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped just one step away from Joshua.

The little boy Jack was hanging in mid-air, and a reddish-black light suddenly appeared on his body, corroding the transparent barrier that was blocking him.

Behind Joshua and Derrick, Demon Hunter Colin had knelt on one knee at some point and thrust the straight sword in his hand, which was coated with silver-grey ointment, into the ground.

Then, the entire area where the altar was located suddenly became brighter, as if it was filled with the purest morning light.

Colin suddenly drew his sword, and his figure split strangely, turning into overlapping afterimages scattered around the altar. Each figure raised the sword in his hand at the same time, combining with the morning light nearby, and blooming a bright light.

Whoosh whoosh!
Straight swords thrust out one after another, and the light of the morning sun gathered from all directions, surrounding the little boy Jack. In the brilliance of the rising sun, the black and red figures quickly evaporated and disappeared in the storm-like attack.

The light in the underground hall where the altar was located became extremely bright, so bright that Derrick Berg could not help but close his eyes.

He suddenly woke up from his sleep and saw the fire burning quietly in front of him and the team members guarding the camp diligently.

Colin, the Demon Hunter, who was sitting cross-legged next to a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Leave after 50 lightning strikes."

Hearing this, Derrick looked up at the sky and found that the frequency of lightning had not increased significantly, and darkness was still the dominant force in this land.

Thinking of the city-state he was about to arrive at and the temple of the fallen Creator, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

After spending some time to calm down, Derrick ate quickly and regained his fighting spirit.

He didn't know what would happen in that temple... Holding the "Hurricane Ax", he came to the middle of the team.

In the camp, lanterns covered with thin animal skins were lit one after another.

…………

Hillston District.

After walking for half an hour to get back to the city, Klein returned home exhausted both physically and mentally. Fortunately, he did not encounter any accidents along the way, and the evil spirit actually let them go.

After boiling the water and adjusting the temperature, Klein took a comfortable bath, relieving his tension and fatigue.

Feeling lazy after taking a bath, he walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog, intending to use divination to confirm the matter of the evil spirit.

Considering that he had encountered the gray fog in front of the evil spirit, and the other party did not react or ask any questions, Klein boldly guessed that the other party could not notice the gray fog directly like Edward Vaughn.

The strength of the evil spirit can be compared with that of Mr. Azik. When I was still in Tingen, I boldly divined for Mr. Azik, and the other party was unaware. So it should be safe to divine this evil spirit, which may be even weaker than Mr. Azik.

He had just escaped from a desperate situation. If he couldn't quickly confirm the other party's condition and attitude towards him, Klein might not be able to eat.

In the silent ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair and thought carefully about what divination method to choose and how to design the divination sentence. This must comply with the principles of mysticism, cannot involve subdivision and exclusion, and must have sufficient information.

After a brief pause, Klein leaned forward, materialized a pen and paper, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm:

"The evil spirits we encountered by chance had strong ill will towards Sharon and me."

Klein took off the pendulum from his left wrist, held it in one hand, and began to meditate.

After repeating it in his mind, he opened his eyes and looked forward.

This time, the citrine pendant rotates clockwise normally.

This showed that the evil spirit was more malicious than Klein had imagined.

At that time, Miss Sharon and I had no abnormal spiritual intuition... That evil spirit was also a powerful one that interfered with divination and prophecy... From his initial speech, I could feel that he really wanted to kill us, but he stopped after confirming that I had a relationship with Mr. Azik and gained his attention... In other words, Mr. Azik was stronger than I thought, and this evil spirit was not as terrifying as Sharon and I imagined, but it was easy enough to kill us... Klein sighed, returned to the real world, and lay down on the bed.

Unfortunately, the heat brought by the "Sun Brooch" is only a psychological feeling and cannot warm the bed... Before going to bed, he closed his eyes and thought regretfully.

370
Monday morning, 9 Second Avenue, Cherwood District.

Klein slept comfortably all night without any dreams until ten o'clock. When the sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains and shone on his eyelids, he slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

According to the planned schedule, after completing all the "visits" on Saturday and Sunday, he decided to take a day off and report the final results to Prince Edessak tomorrow and hand over the task.

The demon angel seemed to be expelled from Backlund, and his life was saved. He had become a faceless man, and as long as he concealed his identity and stayed away from Backlund, he would disappear in an instant like a drop of water falling into the sea.

Although he couldn't act too casually these days and not anger the prince, nor could he go to the club to relax openly, just being able to rest comfortably at home made him very happy.

Now is the long-awaited moment of relaxation.

After lingering in the warm bed for a few minutes, Klein put on his bathrobe and got out of bed. He washed up, wiped his face with a towel, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking out of the bathroom, looking at the clean and tidy living room and dining room, and watching the sunlight penetrating the clouds and shining on the transparent glass windows, revealing golden patches, he felt as if the haze in his heart for many days was swept away, and his mood became cheerful.

Reward yourself at noon and go out to find a good restaurant... Klein returned to the second floor and changed his clothes.

Just as he was flipping through the newspaper and waiting for the wonderful lunch time to come, the doorbell suddenly rang.

“It’s almost New Year’s Day, and someone is still commissioning me to do a mission?” Klein stood up and walked towards the door, determined to refuse the other party.

In order to escape the oppression of the royal family, he must go to the south for a "vacation" as soon as possible and not take any more missions. To his surprise, the visitor was not a stranger, but the old butler of Prince Edessak.

The old butler was wearing a well-cut long tuxedo. He saluted without being arrogant or losing his status:
"Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the corner of the street. He would like to know the progress of the investigation."

So anxious? That's good. It saves me from having to go to Red Rose Manor again tomorrow... Klein quickly reorganized the words he had come up with last night in his mind and responded calmly:
"Ok."

He was just about to take his hat off the coat rack when he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, the kind of pain that made you want to squat on the toilet.

He tried to hold it in, but when he realized he couldn't hold it in any longer, he said to the old butler apologetically:
"I'm so sorry, I have to go to the bathroom first. I feel a bit upset."

The old butler did not show any unusual expression:

“This is your freedom.”

When Klein had dealt with his emergency, he discovered that the old butler was no longer there, and the maid with naturally curly brown hair was waiting outside.

"His Royal Highness the Prince asked me to apologize to you. He has something else to do and cannot wait too long. Please go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the day after tomorrow afternoon." The maid bowed meticulously.

It's not even 10 minutes yet. I've done it as quickly as possible... Normally, if I were holding a newspaper, I could squat for a while longer... Klein smiled.
"no problem."

After receiving the response, the maid who had completed her mission immediately unloaded her burden and chuckled:

"Detective Moriarty, you missed that lady again."

"Huh?" Klein was a little confused.

The maid lowered her voice and said, "That lady is with His Royal Highness this time. She was the one who suggested making a detour to visit you."

So, I missed it because of a stomachache? This is not right... Klein frowned slightly.

This repeated "coincidence" clearly pointed to something that left a deep impression on him, and it also reminded him of someone he could never forget. This fact cast a shadow over Klein's relaxed mood.

But no matter what, we still have to eat.

Although he felt a little complicated, Klein still went out as planned and went to a restaurant he had been eyeing for several days.

After finishing the sumptuous and delicious lunch, he did not choose to stay, but immediately returned to his residence and skillfully went above the gray fog to try to verify his guess that was almost certain.

Thinking about it carefully, Ince Zangwill is really not good enough. He has a Level 0 Sealed Artifact in his hand, but he always exposes his greatest characteristics and flaws. Even ordinary people can detect some abnormalities... If the maid also knew about 0-08 and "coincidence", she would have discovered the problem of the lady a long time ago... He obviously has such a powerful Sealed Artifact, but he is so simple and unsophisticated when doing things and planning. It is hard to imagine how he brought 0-08 out of the Sealed Room of the Church of Night perfectly...

Complaining in his mind, Klein picked up the round-bellied fountain pen that materialized, paused for two seconds, and wrote:
"I am once again involved in a series of coincidences created by Sealed Object 0-08."

Putting down the dark red pen, Klein held the silver chain in his left hand and began divination step by step.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum that was so close.

The citrine pendant is still and not rotating.

This indicates that the divination has failed!
It could be that the conditions were insufficient and divination was impossible, or it could be that "0-08" had resisted... Both situations would produce similar results... Klein changed the sentences and pointed to different targets, but all divinations ultimately failed.

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the long mottled table, wondering whether to go to Red Rose Manor the next day or the day after tomorrow.

If there is indeed no "0-08" or similar force to arrange these things, then my sudden escape will definitely arouse Prince Edessak's suspicion. No, the escape may not succeed, as Prince Edessak's people are downstairs... Of course, as a "Faceless Man", it is still easy for me to find a chance to escape when I am out, but is it necessary to go to this extent?

Tomorrow afternoon, if I pay a respectful visit to Prince Edessak and complete the mission normally, I will be able to "leave" Backlund without attracting attention. As a prince, he should not force a wild Beyonder like me to complete something too difficult...

If there really is something like a Level 0 seal or an unimaginable strong person influencing recent events, then from what I have experienced, I should be just a supporting role who strayed into the stage and has not received enough attention. In this case, absconding is equivalent to telling the other party that I have noticed the existence of "you"! I have a big problem!

In this case, the ability of the "Faceless Man" may not be enough to get rid of the "attention" that is locked on him...

The best way is to go to Red Rose Manor calmly, exit the stage in the most normal way, bow out gracefully, and fade out of the "sight" from who knows where...

After considering both factors, Klein finally decided to pretend that he hadn't noticed anything, hand over the mission according to the predetermined plan, and "leave" Backlund.

.........

There is a fire burning in the open-air camp, which is always guarded by someone.

Derrick Berg leaned against a stone pillar and fell into a deep sleep to recover his strength.

At this moment, he dreamed of the boundless gray mist, an ancient chair at the highest point in the center, and an indifferent figure sitting on the chair, looking down at everything.

"Mr. Fool..." Derrick chanted the name in his mind.

Then, he heard the voice of The Fool:

“Get ready to party.”

371
Da da da.

Amon sat on a chair in the waiting area on the bank of the Tasso River, staring at the pocket watch in his hand, waiting for the moment of three o'clock.

Soon, the sound of the minute and hour hands moving slightly and the roar of the steam cruise ship approaching from afar rang out. At three o'clock on Monday afternoon, Amon waited patiently and felt it, but after five minutes, he did not detect the slightest breath of Sefirah Castle.

"Has that fortune teller left Backlund?"

"Or is there another situation? Well, no matter what, I can't find him, and the information about Sefirah Castle has just slipped away from me..."

He waited an extra day just to see if there would be any unexpected events at this special time, but there was none. Amon stood up with regret and walked towards the ticket gate.

He had been staying at the Aurora Society's base for the past two days, watching Medici teach the hunters a lesson, and also went to the small temple to pray, but he did not receive a clear response from the real creator, only a feeling of "reading it".

This made Amon unsure of the true Creator's attitude, and it was difficult for him to position himself. Because in his opinion, a child seemed to have to be "approved" by his parents to be considered a true blood relationship.

Although there are many family relationships that are not recognized by both parties but still exist, Amon feels that this should not apply to him.

I'll have to study this matter slowly later.

Now, he was leaving Backlund and heading to East Chester County.

Amon handed in the 10% discount first-class ticket he had obtained from Loen's domestic travel agency and boarded the cruise ship through the VIP channel. He did not rush to his suite, but strolled leisurely on the second-floor deck, admiring the scenery along the river and breathing in the smog of Backlund.

About ten minutes later, the ticket checking was completed, thick smoke came out of the chimney of the steam ship, the deck underfoot began to vibrate, and the ship slowly turned its bow in the spacious inland river channel and headed for the estuary along the flow of the river.

It would take at least an hour to transfer from here to the estuary, so Amon prepared to go to the suite to rest for a while.

As he turned around, he happened to catch a glimpse of another passenger ship waiting in the port. This ship was heading directly to the maritime colony city of Bayam in Loen. A young man with dark gray hair, carrying a suitcase, walked up the ladder to the deck among the crowd.

The young man noticed his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then looked away.

Amon had no intention of saying hello, and the two of them went in opposite directions and disappeared from each other's sight.

TBC
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Let me see... Very good, the heavy fog is within five chapters.

(End of this chapter)