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

Chapter 160 Some Changes

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The few fragments of the truth behind the "Big Smog" and the few words that Mr. "Fool" revealed inconspicuously made Miss "Magician" terrified and once again decided to take Xio away from Backlund as soon as possible. Mr. "Moon", who had just joined the Tarot Club, was greatly shocked and remained firm in his belief that "this is an organization that saves the world" and "I am indeed the savior of the vampires!"

The only one who felt a little proud was Miss Justice, who made a direct contribution to this incident and successfully received the praise. But at the same time, she also felt the same fear as Fors. Through this incident, the noble girl truly realized one thing, that is, the life that she thought was peaceful, normal and stable, was like a soap bubble in the collision between gods, and it would be shattered immediately at the slightest stimulation.

In other words, the entire kingdom, the entire human society, only exists because of the balance between the gods, and this balance is extremely fragile... Every time a similar thought came to her mind, Audrey felt gloomy.

This sadness will further arouse her desire to become stronger and protect her family.

The conversation before the meeting did not last long. Everyone had already reached a tacit understanding and tacitly agreed that the short period of time at the beginning of the Tarot Club would be the exclusive time for Mr. Fool to read Roselle's diary.

This part of the diary seems to be relatively simple, covering the early days of Roselle's time travel and the early days of his fortune. It also contains the face-slapping parts that are common in Earth's time travel novels. From the content, it seems that Roselle is also in high spirits. In addition, a relatively valuable piece of information mentioned is that "the Hunter Path will be forced to transform into a male at Sequence 4", which probably gave Roselle a reason to mock Florent and the entire Soran family, but he selectively ignored (or perhaps really didn't know) that the witch would transform from a male to a female at Sequence 7.

However, Sequence 7 and Sequence 4 were seriously unequal, which made Klein feel seriously out of harmony, as if it was strong evidence of the twisted and weird nature of the path itself.

Klein suddenly perked up when he turned to the second page of the diary.

The content of "Twilight Hermit Society" finally appears here again!

"The audience's Sequence 1 name is 'Writer'? It's very similar to the characteristics shown by 0-08..."

Perhaps 0-08 was formed by a sequence 1 characteristic of the audience pathway. If it spreads, it may attract high-ranking people from the audience pathway due to the extraordinary aggregation law. Sequence 1 should be enough to attract demigods, and perhaps Ince Zangwill will suffer by then.

The following few articles were of little value. They were Roselle's records of life in the manor. The entire article was about wanting to hunt, missing delicious food, and hoping to gain extraordinary powers and beautiful maids.

Klein leaned back slightly, letting the diary disappear from his hand, and said with a smile:
"You can start."

"Justice" Audrey immediately looked towards the "Sun" diagonally opposite:
“Have you broken out of that cycle?”

The Sun Derrick nodded honestly, then bowed to the head of the bronze table and said:
“Great Mr. Fool, thank you very much for your guidance. It allowed me to find the key point of ‘Angel of Destiny’ from the mural with the words ‘Redemption Rose’, and helped the Chief break the cycle of fate.”

What "Angel of Destiny"... I know nothing about it... Klein, the confused "Fool", responded with a smile:

"good."

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After the Tarot meeting ended, Derrick opened his eyes again and saw the layout of the unified isolation house in Silver City.

He had a disagreement with Mr. Moon in the more ancient history. In order to prove that Silver City was right, he could not wait to go to the library and look for historical materials to refute the other party. But he knew that this was not the most important thing, and he could not leave now. The newly returned exploration team always had to observe for a period of time before they could regain their freedom, and even the chief was no exception.

Their residence was two relatively large houses far from the living area of ​​Silver City, with a total of 20 rooms. The overall strength of the exploration team was more important than the number of people, and the two houses were enough for an exploration team to live and observe for a short period of time.

The observation time is about six or seven cycles, which is not too long. During this process, they can come out and walk around, talk, but they cannot leave the range marked by the magical item, otherwise they will be treated as out of control.

Derrick lived on the second floor, with candles lit in the room.

Lightning flashed across the sky. It was still early. He looked out the window beside the bed and saw many people walking around outside, talking or simply discussing. Since the barrier drawn by the magical item was transparent, a few people were talking to their family members outside through the barrier.

It was Mr. Skold… With silver-gray hair, Derrick recognized one of them at a glance. The one he was talking to must be his wife. She was more than three months pregnant, but her belly was already the size of a six or seven-month-old baby. It looked like their child would be born in twenty or thirty cycles at the latest.

Somehow, looking at the silver-gray hair, Derrick suddenly thought of the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros in the mural, who also had silver hair and white clothes. He suddenly became very curious about the name of the child to be born. At the same time, he was vaguely worried and entangled.

He was worried because he had learned from Mr. Fool that the Lord had not abandoned His people, but had gone mad and become an evil, corrupted creator, sealed by the gods of the outside world. He also constantly tried to travel to the God-forsaken Land through the "Hanged Man" to exert influence, and Elder Lovia was undoubtedly one of those affected.

If the Lord is mad and fallen, would His angels also be evil and terrifying?

Will Mrs. Skold be pregnant for several months and eventually give birth to a monster that will destroy the City of Silver?

The dilemma lies with Mr. Fool himself.

Mr. Fool had done Derrick a favor, there was no doubt about that. In addition, the Tarot Club had always disclosed information step by step, rather than telling him directly at the beginning, so Derrick finally accepted it all with his obsession that went beyond faith. Besides, he was still young, and faith had not yet been integrated into his life.

But - the Lord is crazy, who would believe it if this was told to others? On the contrary, if Derrick publicly said that he had established contact with a kind god in the outside world, with the outside world, with countless people, many countries, and many new gods, and that he could communicate with people outside on time with the permission of the gods... then it would be obvious that it was Derrick Berg who was crazy, not the Lord.

Besides, even if everyone really believed it, how many people would die because of the collapse of faith? And if this information was made public in Silver City, countless monsters and evil spirits would appear in an instant, so it would not be surprising if they perished.

At this time, Derrick was still somewhat childish, and it was hard to see the Chief's acquiescence and observation of him. But he was no longer the helpless boy at the beginning. He only noticed one thing, that is, the Chief seemed to care about this family very much, and at the same time did not disclose more information about the "omniscient and omnipotent Lord".

This attitude was very intriguing. The Chief should be a firm believer in the Lord, and he must know more about the "Angel of Destiny" than himself. In Derrick's imagination, if the Chief found any clues about the Lord, he would obviously spread it immediately. After all, Silver City had been in a slump for a long time, and in the days without a future, it needed a strong spiritual sustenance and hope to survive.

Maybe the Chief is waiting for his child to be born?

Derrick suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. He felt guilty that he had intentionally or unintentionally forgotten about this matter and had not told Mr. Fool about it.

Because judging from Mr. Fool's attitude towards the Lord, they might not be hostile, and Mr. Fool was not responsible for the Lord's madness and depravity. And Mr. Fool was willing to take care of the God-forsaken Land and chose him, which seemed to represent his kindness and a certain friendly relationship with the Lord (that's what Derrick hoped). So he shouldn't have been hiding the news about the Lord. Maybe at the next Tarot Club, he should tell Mr. Fool about the doubts between the unborn child and the "Angel of Destiny" and ask him to point him in the right direction.

Maybe Mr. Fool had already discovered all this, but just didn’t say it… Derrick’s face started to burn.

Derrick came back to his senses and found that he had been looking out the window for a long time. Mr. Wisen Skold had finished talking to his wife and was saying goodbye. Derrick glanced away inadvertently and saw Chief Colin Iliad sitting on a bench at the base of another house not far away, polishing his armor.

The two men's eyes were focused on Mr. Weisen Skold at the same time, and then they collided. Derrick suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, as if he was blinded by the bright sword light.

But he didn't want to show his guilt when he returned to the house, so he looked at the chief, nodded as a greeting, then pretended to look around before retracting his head.

Colin Iliad took in the whole scene, shook his head in amusement and sighed.

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After a relatively long spiritual transmission, Trainor landed on the ground again. Riel, who was floating in the air with his two front paws grasping his shoulders, also landed, walked back and forth on his shoulders for a few steps, and then jumped into his shadow.

Treanor lowered his head: "Why don't you go to the factory to take a look?"

A white-gloved cat paw stretched out from the shadow and waved left and right: "I hate the smell of kerosene in there."

Treanor understood: "Okay, I'll call you after dinner."

The cat's claws retracted, and Treanor turned to look at Turing who had just come out of the spirit world:
"Have you informed me?" Turing bowed slightly: "I have informed you, sir."

Treanor nodded slightly and headed towards a factory area in the distance.

——This is the suburb of a medium-sized city in the Balam Empire, with a large number of plantations of cotton, rubber, or local specialties, as well as large factories.

One of his arms production lines is here, and it is disguised as a metal parts processing plant. The site is located in the suburbs of Feysac's colonial city, and he needs to give Feysac people a lot of discounts every year, but this is much easier for him than dealing with the black holes of the Soran family. Although it is built near the colonial city of Intis, it can almost be exempted from rent and only needs to pay taxes, but it is not convenient to run away with the family property in the future.

The factory door was written in two languages ​​- Feysac and the local Dutan language. The metal plate at the door had some Intis characters added to the details. When I walked to the door, a tall young man with fair skin and the features of Balam took the initiative to approach me:

"Lord Soran?"

Treanor felt uncomfortable for no reason, as if a group of archbishops of the Eternal Sun were crawling on him. Thinking that it would be subtle to call him by his real last name, he refused: "You can call me by my name."

"Yes, Lord Treanor." The young man readily changed the title and took the initiative to lead him into the factory.

"Turing told you why I came."

"Yes, please follow me."

Passing through the busy factory and the passage in the middle, the young man took him directly to the basement. After walking down the stairs to the second floor below ground, the young man took him to the corner of a storage room, bent the nearest candlestick 90 degrees and then straightened it. The wall of the storage room suddenly opened, revealing a small stainless steel room.

Trainor stepped in and reached out to press the glowing "-4" button. The young man followed him in and the elevator door slowly closed behind them.

"You look like a local from Balam." Treanor didn't look at the young man until then. "The Church of the God of Death is sending people here to learn technology again? Garland has already switched jobs here, and they are sending people here?"

The young man scratched his head and said, "I am not a member of the Spiritual Cult. I am following the leader."

"Which way?"

"Knowledge, it has only been a short time since I became an extraordinary person."

Treanor did not answer. Sequence 9 was not worthy of his attention. However, he would probably have to register as a member of the Pilgrimage Sect soon, so he hummed politely.

Then he asked:

"The elevator is working again. Do you have a Storm Path Seal?"

The young man shook his head: "No."

"It is Mistress Cosette who has recently returned to report on her duties."

Cosette? Trener had not expected that this person who had lived in Feynaporte for many years and had written letters and reports almost every year would actually come back this year. What was going on? Before he could think about it, the elevator went to the fourth floor underground. In a relatively empty underground passage, a platform was marked out in the distance, with tracks below and a parked tram above.

If Klein saw this very modern scene, he would probably feel a sense of time and space confusion. If outsiders saw it, they would probably be shocked and terrified at the same time. However, the two people present were very accustomed to it and walked onto the platform calmly.

Treanor approached, and the tram doors opened to both sides - the height was a little insufficient, after all, the hunter potion was still very effective in making one grow taller - he walked in hunched over, and when he stood up, his head was only ten centimeters from the ceiling, which was very depressing.

He looked towards the driver's seat of the tram, and his eyebrows jumped:
"Cosette?"

With short curly blue hair, muscular arms, and light armor, the second demigod of the Pilgrimage Cult sat in the driver's seat with his legs crossed, facing the rows of buttons and reading a booklet carefully.

Hearing this, she put down the pamphlet and turned around: "Why, I'm the one who came to pick you up, are you not satisfied?"

"…You have lived in Feynaport for thirteen years. Why did you suddenly come back this year?"

"I want to come back."

"It has been confirmed that Father was involved in what happened in the capital of Loen?"

"Conspirators are such a nuisance." Cosette turned her upper body back and fiddled with the steering wheel. A ray of electricity burst out from between her fingers, and the entire dark carriage was suddenly filled with silver light. The incandescent lamp tube attached to the roof lit up, illuminating the carriage that was less than ten meters long.

"You're right. Anyway, the major churches have now increased the danger level of the pilgrim sects."

"How much has it increased?" Treanor asked. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the young man was sitting in his seat properly, with his seat belt fastened and his hands tightly grasping the armrest of the seat next to him.

Cosette started the tram and said disapprovingly, "It's just that it's upgraded from a level three seal to a level two, which is not bad."

"I came back on my own initiative to avoid suspicion. I guess Mr. Pereas won't come back. He lives happily on the bridge in Lundberg. He tells fortunes on the bridge during the day and sleeps in the bridge hole at night."

"..."

"Sit tight!"

Treanor glanced at the young man again and suddenly had a bad feeling: "You haven't been back for thirteen years. When did you learn to drive a tram?"

"This is it."

Cosette hummed vaguely, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator when he was not paying attention:

“I just learned it!”

Boom! The electric train, wrapped in lightning, launched itself and rushed out along the rails like a missile, leaving behind a series of sonic booms and the sound of something falling down inside.

TBC
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At first, Pereas started to tank.

He said that he needed a quilt, so a quilt was placed under the bridge. He thought the quilt was good, so he matched it with a pillow.

With a small quilt and a pillow, he lived here for a long time.

(End of this chapter)