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

Chapter 171 Klein is stealing the house
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Tsunami.

Under normal circumstances, the precursor to a tsunami is low tide, and then the sea water "overflows" from its original container.

The current situation is like throwing a stone into a container, and sea water is rushing out from all sides.

Later records state that the huge tsunami caused by the eruption of an underwater volcano beneath the Bayam coast was the most severe in fifty years. This tsunami could be heard as far away as the North Continent. The tsunami waves caused by the volcanic eruption were as high as 130 Loen standard feet (40 meters). According to reports from the Bayam Church and military personnel, the waves washed away 154 villages in the Rorsted Islands and Bayam alone. The waves caused by the tsunami even overturned several fishing boats on the coast of the South Continent thousands of meters away.

And at the moment when the disaster began——

"You are not participating in it now, and you haven't taken any potions..."

The devil took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and jokingly bowed to Bernadette.

The black air current formed a door-like arc near the hull, and the sea surface turned into a stop-motion animation, with white waves hanging on the bright blue sea. The Death Announcement, which was only a Sequence 3 seal and had never demonstrated the ability to "travel through the spirit world", turned the bow and slowly approached the door.

Agaritu stood up straight and said with a smile:
"So, the sage's ritual requires 'preventing a disaster'."

"So do you want to get involved? Does your humanity require you not to stand by and watch someone die? If so, you will lose control if you don't save them."

Bernadette put up a spiritual wall in time to prevent the "curse" from falling. But at the same time, she had to start thinking about whether she should go to the disaster relief when there were less than half of the crew left and she was also injured.

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and asked her subordinates to turn the ship around and head to the nearest island to dock for disaster relief.

Just as the boat changed direction, she caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous object floating on the water. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a small wooden man riding a small boat.

It seems to be a figure model for painting, but this figure has no face!

No face!
Bernadette suddenly remembered something, and her eyes were fixed on the small boat. The boat swayed in the wind and rain, and finally drifted to the vicinity of the "Death Announcement", which was already half submerged in the spirit world. The little wooden man stretched out his arms, grabbed the ropes and grids on the boat and climbed up, and the small wooden boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

It climbed onto the boat, and the sailors around ignored it. A hand was extended, and it climbed up along the hand and slipped into someone's pocket.

Agaritu smiled at Bernadette and made a farewell gesture.

The "Death Announcement" completely entered the gate to the spiritual world and disappeared from Bernadette's sight.

A puppet without a face... The saint on the fortune-teller path also has no face...

Bernadette was sweating profusely. Was it that the saint had already replaced Agaritu, or was this the plot of the Undead King from the beginning? !
In the spirit world, feeling that he had finished his work, Agaritu walked up the stairs back to his new room - the captain's bedroom added on the "Death Announcement" - and ignored the terrified looks of the sailors along the way.

The newly bought single sofa was of moderate hardness and softness. The table and chairs looked very familiar. They should have just been shipped from that poor freighter. They were exactly the same as the furniture he had when he lived in the first-class cabin.

Sinking into the armchair, his hands stroked the lines that belonged to Bernadette.

If you search with the keyword "Roselle", there will be two possibilities, one is "she will meet with Rossel", and the other is "she will not meet with Rossel", which have some commonality. The latter contains two meanings, that is, one of Bernadette or Rossel will die before the opportunity to meet/both die, or the opportunity itself does not exist.

If you want to face the possibility of "not being able to meet", killing one of them is the best way.

Or should I die after meeting him? Or should I die directly when they meet? Bernadette still needs some time to find out where Roselle's grave is. I already know the island where Roselle's grave is, but it is the place where the Fallen Mother Goddess is watching, so it is not easy for me to go in and reminisce with Her.

Maybe, I can wait until Bernadette goes and then follow her.

Agaritu reinforced the possibility that "they will meet" and continued to monitor Bernadette's movements.

"The result of this tsunami is that... Bayam wasn't completely destroyed, but the surrounding islands were extensively damaged."

The result is consistent with my second prediction. This is the result of vaguely estimating the "variable (suspected to be the will of the true God or a level 0 seal)". It seems that the "variable" is still in action.

Essentially speaking, the observation of "possibility" and direct divination are not the same thing. The former is to infer the future direction based on the intersection of the fate lines of the parties involved, thus obtaining multiple branches and multiple answers, while divination will point to the final "future".

"From this perspective, if Richard still has a chance of survival, it means that humans can overcome this obstacle and reach a higher place, but they will also naturally fall from a higher place..."

"If He dies, I can upgrade from 'cursing the northern continent and a few gods' to a higher level of destruction, cursing the seven gods and the entire earth at once."

Agaritu remotely connected with Edward who was in prison. The situation over there was stable. He had been staying peacefully at home for nearly a month since the big smog. The new fun he had found now was to quarrel with Fabti at the edge of the abyss.

Of course, if he finds the opportunity, he will go directly to the South Continent to talk about life with Sua.

He nailed a world map to the wall and began to plan a route to the God-Forsaken Land.

The best option is to keep going east, find the southernmost tip of the East Continent, and then slowly go north along the coastline. This voyage will take several months, but you will pass by some interesting places along the way, such as the Sea of ​​Gods and the "Sunken Laurel" which is recorded to be full of treasures of the Balam Empire.

"The devil's spirituality is not strong enough to support long-distance travel through the spirit world. Let's leave the spirit world first and go east."

The "Death Announcement" received the order and slowly appeared in the calm sea a few kilometers away, scaring the small fishing boats passing by.

Fortunately, the pirates didn't care about the ragged fishermen and drove away from them. The waves beside the boat almost capsized the boat.

Agaritu took the little wooden man out of his pocket, and the little wooden man couldn't wait to make a sound:

“I was on the island and saw someone who attracted me!”

"He is very strong, he is stronger than me, I can't eat him."

"My imitation is so good that he didn't notice! I look very much like a human, and I'll soon become one!"

“Good,” Agaritu said. “Keep up the good work.”

The little doll happily jumped to the ground and ran out to play. Agaritu calmed down and planned to see where the extraordinary characteristics left by Kalvetuwa fell, and let the extraordinary item come over by itself. After all, the whole ship was full of demons, and the attack method was too simple.

——He was shocked to find that his connection with that part of his spirituality (pollution) had disappeared!
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The tide gradually receded, and the sound of Bayam's crying gradually filled the air.

People who lost their homes or loved ones walked on the flooded streets, sobbing softly.

The first place to be hit was the busy wharf. Many people were suddenly swept away by the waves while they were living and doing business as usual.

It was like stones falling into the sea and disappearing in an instant.

The rain gradually stopped, as if indicating that the crisis was finally over, and the Storm Church's disaster relief work soon began.

Although many mid- and high-sequence masters have participated in the search and recovery of the "Sea God" legacy, there are still many low-sequence and ordinary people who can be recruited.

Sailors rowed boats in the city, searching for people waiting for rescue in high places, and poking down bodies that had drowned in trees, most of which had not yet swelled up. The bodies were dragged to fixed open spaces, waiting to be claimed.

The enraged people who were proficient in water magic were busy diverting seawater away from Bayam, from underground rivers or city canals.

This tsunami destroyed 15% of the houses in Bayam, mainly affecting the dock area and some low-lying factories.

The casualties in Bayam were not too great and were still within an acceptable range, but it was hard to say about other islands. According to reports from the Storm Church's personnel stationed on other islands, many small islands were directly buried underwater, with no roofs exposed and only some treetops floating on the water. If the ground was still not exposed after the tide receded, then these islands would be crossed out from the new map.

Alger was also assigned to the rescue team. It was a tiring job with little reward and little pay, but Alger had gotten used to it.

The church's order came on the wind, and the navigator who happened to be taking shelter in a high place informed the crowd of the official information that "the crisis has been resolved". Then he cooperated with his colleagues in the church to send the people back to the city in batches to prevent riots such as looting.

To this end, Alger put on the Storm Priest robe, which he rarely wore.

While his colleagues were bringing some people back to the city, he was responsible for keeping an eye on his group. Most people were crying silently or praying to their gods, while some were emotionally broken by the disaster and used him as a temporary confession object.

Alger didn't want to be responsible for this, but he had to do it. Disaster relief work didn't have much credit, but if it was done badly, it would be a big mistake. If people went to the church to complain about his bad attitude afterwards, it would be even more of a disaster. So Alger had to force a smile and imitate the patience and gentleness that priests in the confessional should have to deal with these emotionally unstable people.

There was a young man who burst into tears but held his hand tightly, as if he could gain some strength or God's favor. Alger learned from the man's crying that when the tsunami started, his wife happened to be buying vegetables near the dock.

His wife had eyes as blue as the sea. They had agreed to have grilled fish with honey sauce at noon today. They had only been married for less than a year... Alger didn't want to hear more, so he interrupted him, saying that there were many people waiting behind him. He said:
"Storm above, I hope your wife is safe."

The young man left with a sense of loss, and an old woman knelt down in front of him. She said, Lord of Storms... This is my third child that you have taken away.

The woman was much quieter, but it was as if her heart was dead. She remained silent, and Alger found it difficult to speak. After she knelt for a long enough time, Alger finally said:
“Storms are above, may your children’s souls find peace in His kingdom.”

The woman stood up numbly and walked slowly away.

The next person came, and Alger sent one away, and another came. There was a long line behind him. There would never be an end to the people who wanted to tell their pain. He kept saying: The storm is above, may He bless you, but in his heart, his desire for power and status became stronger and stronger. Human beings are so small and fragile. Ordinary people without power will drown in such a tsunami even if they are good at swimming, but sailors can survive by breathing underwater. Sailors can only save themselves, but navigators have the opportunity to escape with a boat full of people... and further up, further up, the "Sea King" can directly control the life and death of so many people. If he wants, he only needs to exhale to blow away the strong wind that swept Bayam, and just wave his hand once, and the sea will follow his will and set off a raging tide.

This is the person who possesses the power. This is the power that can hold the fate of everyone in Bayam in his hands!
How far am I from having such power?

If the Lord of Storms cannot give me such power, then what about Mr. Fool?

Alger's heart began to waver dangerously.

At this time, the clouds in the sky quickly dissipated, and the warm afternoon sun shone on the incomplete Bayam, warming the scarred hearts of the people.

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Klein walked around in the underwater ruins, frowning more and more as he walked.

His leather boots had lost their soles and the rest of his body was in tatters, and his clothes and pants were also torn, wet, and charred.

These were all unavoidable things in the situation just now, and they were not something that the "Paper Man Substitute" could bear. The tearing came from the huge suction of the whirlpool of seawater, the wet feeling came from the heavy rain sprayed by Kalvetua, and the charring was a manifestation of Klein being hit by a small amount of lightning during the intervals of using the "Paper Man Substitute".

Some places are brittle and white, which means they have lost their activity after being burned by the pale flame.

Even now that he has calmed down, his right forearm still has some spasm caused by the electric shock.

“This set cost me 8 pounds and 6 soli… I have to buy a new set… I divined the danger and made preparations, but I didn’t expect Kalvetuwa to be stronger and crazier than I expected… I hope I can gain something from it later.” Klein shook his head silently, restrained his expression, and endured the pain.

The entire ruins were filled with uncontrolled and twisted flesh masses, and the two sections of Kalvetuva's lifeless body filled more than half of the ruins.

There wasn't much blood and flesh on the ground, so Klein, who was almost barefoot, didn't feel too disgusted.

He deliberately changed his overall appearance. His height dropped by more than ten centimeters, and he became a fat man with a face full of flesh and scars all over, looking extremely fierce. This was when his personal image was the ugliest.

Although the Serpent Tail Demigod had left, if anyone came, he would summon them to escape into the spirit world at lightning speed.

The means of teleportation in the spirit world is really convenient! I used such a powerful demigod as a means of transportation. I feel a little sorry for him...

Bits of mysterious blue-green light were emanating from Kalvetua's body, slowly converging towards one of the teeth that was longer than a human arm, making the slightly bent and sharp white bone straighten up slowly.

This is a Saint-level seal, at least level 1. If no one from the Church of the Storm or the military comes before it takes shape, then it will belong to the Fool! I took the risk and rushed in to get something in return... Klein is looking forward to it.

After arriving here, Klein immediately used divination to determine the distance of Danitz's location. He then discovered that the ruins were almost at the edge of Rorsted Island, and it should be a day's sail from Bayam. From his not-so-accurate geographical knowledge, it seemed to be close to the Sonia Sea. It was inconvenient to run away, which made Klein feel particularly troubled.

In his expectation, he should first sacrifice his iron cigarette box to Kalvetua, and then use Sefirah Castle to divine the location of his cigarette box to determine Kalvetua's location.

Finally, if the situation permits, come to explore in spirit form, bring the "Black Emperor Card" to cover yourself. Come in and touch the legacy of Kalvetuwa when the danger is not so great, and return immediately if you encounter the "Manufactured Punisher" or the military.

For him, even if the people from the Storm Church and the Kingdom’s military had already found this place in advance and taken away the most valuable items, as long as there was still some left, he would be quite satisfied.

Even if there is nothing, it is enough to study the elves' ruins and see what information they left behind.

But he had overlooked the extent of Kalvetuwa's madness. The enthusiastic response a few minutes ago made Klein unable to control his actions at all. Even his life was threatened, let alone stopping the ceremony. He had no choice but to rush in. Although he killed Kalvetuwa and resolved the crisis, he also fell into a very dangerous situation.

"Fortunately, all these devout believers in the ruins have died along with Kalvetuwa..."

"Otherwise, I will be welcomed even more warmly than when I was offering sacrifice..."

Klein, with a face full of flesh and ragged clothes, sighed deeply, and then began to do archaeological research with a smile on his face.

This ruin was very large, so large that it could be chosen by a giant sea snake that was tens of meters long as its daily activity site. He walked around the half-collapsed pillar from a distance and entered the back of the almost completely collapsed hall.

There should have been many murals here, but with the destruction of the walls, they had shattered and disappeared. Klein flew all the way to the end and saw an exquisite and gorgeous throne buried by stones and pillars, with only about one-third exposed.

On the left side of the throne, there is a half-painted mural showing a confrontation between two figures:
Looking down at the enemy from above was a man standing on the waves, braving the dark clouds, and covered by a storm. He had softer features that resembled the oriental style of Klein's previous life. In his hand, he held a spear made purely of lightning, and in the background was the ocean that drowned everything.

Below this man was a person wearing a simple white robe. His face was blurry and it was difficult to tell his age, but one could barely tell that he was a male.

The man in the white robe with a very classical air had a halo behind his head, quietly emitting brilliance like a sun.

Under his feet, there is an illusory circle divided into twelve grids, and each grid contains a symbol representing a different time.

Behind him was a shadow like a curtain, and inside the shadow there seemed to be an eye silently peeking out.

With his solid foundation in mysticism and rich knowledge from various sources, Klein quickly made an interpretation:

Waves, storms, dark clouds, lightning... This should be the ancient god "Elf King" Sonia Solem... As expected, just like the legend, the elf's facial features are quite soft... This ancient "Storm Lord" does not have a violent feeling, and looks surprisingly good. Haha, this is a mural in the elf ruins. It is normal to beautify one's own gods...

A sun-like halo, a twelve-square circle symbolizing time, this... isn't this the father of Amon and Adam, the "Creator" who is said to be the ancient sun god in the outside world and revered as the omniscient and omnipotent god in the City of Silver? There is a shadow curtain behind Him, and there is an eye hidden behind the curtain... That's right, the image of the "real Creator" is "the eye behind the shadow curtain"!
Sure enough, is this the "Creator" who took back the authority of the ancient gods and is followed by eight "Angel Kings"?

This mural describes the struggle between the "Elf King" Sonyatholem and the "Creator"?

Klein withdrew his gaze and looked for something else of value.

Following his spiritual intuition, he approached the throne, reached under the collapsed rocks and pillars, and pulled out an object.

This is a flattened golden goblet.

Its surface was engraved with intricate and delicate patterns, its legs were bent, and there was a line of Elvish writing at the bottom:

"Natural disaster, Cosinamu."

Just as he observed the ancient elven symbols on the stone pillar up close, all the extraordinary characteristics on the ground suddenly surged, turning into a hurricane, rolling into the hall and into the white fang that was no longer bent.

The strips of cloth on Klein's body were also swept away by the hurricane. He suddenly stood up and looked up, only to see that Kalvetuwa's body had completely collapsed and turned into mud. The snake fang that had absorbed all the extraordinary properties here had turned into a short staff, quietly inserted into the half-fallen pillar.

The top of the white scepter was inlaid with tiny blue "gems", some of which were stained with dark black and morning light.

Klein rushed into the hall and approached the scepter cautiously.

Before he actually came into contact with it, he heard layers of illusory prayers, and hallucinations appeared before his eyes. He saw believers prostrating themselves and praying, and rebels crying over the statues that had shattered on their own.

Unreal and overlapping voices of prayer entered his ears. The prayers, some devout, some crying, some fanatical, and some numb, blurred his vision. The sensations of throbbing and dizziness became more and more intense.

Klein suddenly felt dizzy and half-knelt two meters in front of the short staff.

It's not an expression, but his head really began to swell!
These things completely exceeded the limit that a Sequence 6 Beyonder could bear. A thin gray mist flashed before his eyes, isolating some of the sounds. Only in this way could Klein barely continue to think.

No, my body isn't strong enough. I can't even get within one meter of this Level 1 Sealed Artifact... This is the might of a demigod... Klein reluctantly took a step forward. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
When his fingers were still some distance away from the short staff, his fingertips suddenly weathered and rotted, and soon his entire body turned into a pool of mud, and then turned into ashes in the wind.

This was a very bad omen. Klein immediately stepped back and picked up a two-meter-long stick.

"If we can't touch him directly, then sacrificing him to Sefirah Castle should be fine..."

He immediately took four steps back to the Source Castle, responded quickly, and used his long stick to poke the short stick into the door of sacrifice.

The wind pressure and the illusory whispers that caused him so much pain disappeared instantly. At this moment, Klein felt the same way as Miss Magician.

He quickly blew the copper whistle, allowing the snake-tailed demigod to lead him out of the ruins and back to Bayam's inn.

TBC
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Decay (throws controller): I don’t want to play anymore.

Is it really so difficult to understand the change of the covenant in Decay? One is that I am exposed and I am happy but I have to face at least four gods at the same time, and the other is that if I stay alive for a while longer, I can curse the seven gods and all mankind to death. It is obviously better to choose the latter!

Off topic, I think I have to go to work...

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