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

Chapter 189 About Ouroboros
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After telling Mr. World the method of “removing pollution from Beyonder characteristics”, Derrick the Sun hesitated for a long time and could not find a chance to speak to Mr. Fool and tell him that there was someone suspected to be the Angel King Ouroboros in Silver City.

He watched as Mr. World constantly communicated with other members around him, revealed information from the dragon clan's book "Groselle's Travels" to Miss Justice, and exchanged information about Bansy Port with Mr. Hanged Man. Mr. Fool even revealed the secret of Bansy Port, where there was a hidden angel king, whose name was "Red Angel", "Angel of War", Medici!
This extremely shocking information shocked everyone. The "Hermit" lady who had just entered the Tarot Club didn't even understand the special meaning of the Angel King. She was at a loss for several seconds before she lowered her head like everyone else. There was silence above the gray fog for several seconds.

The Sun was still in shock. He suddenly remembered that in the creation myth of the City of Silver, the Lord was surrounded by eight angel kings, and the "Angel of War" Medici might be one of them!

In addition to being shocked, a question came to the mind of "The Hanged Man" Alger:
Since Mr. Fool had foreseen this, why did He point out that the events in Bansy Harbor were related to the Redemption Rose and a certain Angel King?
Did He tell us on purpose?
Do you hope to spread the word through us?

The target is the "War Angel" Medici? No, it is more likely to be the "True Creator"!
Mr. Fool has repeatedly disrupted the evil god’s plans before, such as the descent of the “Original Witch” during the great haze, and the hidden descent of the “True Creator”. This time should be no exception… The term “Redemption Rose” appeared in the abandoned temple of the “True Creator”. It was founded by the “Angel King” Medici and Ouroboros, and it is obviously deeply connected to the “True Creator”…

Audrey suppressed her surprise and asked curiously:
"Dear Mr. Fool, what does the title of 'War Angel' represent? Or, in other words, to which path does 'Angel King' Medici belong?"

Klein leaned back in his chair and laughed softly:
"Red Priest."

Red Priest? Which path is this? It sounds very similar to "Black Emperor". Is it another Sequence 0 title? "Justice" Audrey thought excitedly and happily.

Red Priest... "Sun" Derrick muttered the term silently and found that there was no corresponding record in the history of Silver City.

It may also be that I haven’t read enough materials and only received a general education… He thought with a little regret.

There is also the identity of the eight angel kings and more information. Unfortunately, these things are not written in the textbooks, and the chief said that the relevant records in the Silver City have also been lost. Currently, the only known ones are Amon, the "Angel of Time", and Ouroboros, the "Angel of Fate"...

Seeing that everyone was still immersed in shock and didn't speak, Derrick quickly came to his senses and immediately wanted to seize the opportunity to speak.

Just as Mr. Moon was about to speak, Mr. Sun quickly took the lead:
"Dear Mr. Fool, something big has happened in Silver City recently."

Hmm? All the members' attention was immediately drawn to Derrick. Even Mr. Hanged Man, who was immersed in his own thoughts and had no idea that his imagination was far more powerful than that of a fool, was also interested in what happened in the City of Silver.

Only Emlyn, who was about to show off his advancement to Sequence 6 when he was interrupted, clenched his fists calmly.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the Sun became a little nervous. Derrick first stood up and saluted the Fool, then sat back in his seat and spoke thoughtfully:
"Dear Mr. Fool, there is a child who is about to be born in the City of Silver who has shown abnormal behavior. Before he was born, his mother firmly believed that he was a boy, and he could also give his mother revelations and bring good luck to his father."

A special child? Audrey "Justice" didn't think about anything else, and waited attentively for the next step.

A Beyonder born with high Inspiration? The parents' genetic traits were too high, causing some abnormalities in the child? Genetic traits should be very common in Silver City... "The Hanged Man" Alger was waiting for more information.

Klein almost instantly thought of Tingen, the True Creator, and Megose!
The offspring of the evil god can also give hints to the mother and perform a series of actions that go against common sense, such as "humming a song" and "chatting"!
Could it be that the True Creator held another God-descending ceremony in the God-forsaken Land? Impossible, then who was that person I saw? Moreover, the Silver City was on high alert, and the True Creator's performance was too personal, so it was impossible for the Chief of the Silver City not to stop it...

After Derrick the Sun finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds. Seeing that no one commented, including Mr. Fool, he continued:
"He was able to bring his father direct good luck, allowing his father to escape danger many times and even always get more prey than before;"

Direct good luck... Klein immediately thought of Dr. Allen, who had a prosperous business and received a promotion and a raise.

After the initial bad luck they encountered with Will Auceptin, the Chris family has been on the rise since his wife became pregnant!

"He can communicate with his mother, tell her what lullaby he wants to hear, what bedtime story he wants to hear, and even...he says he likes me very much and likes to be close to me."

There will be some commotion in the Tarot Shop, as those with more seniority are aware of the path of the “Sun”, which is the nemesis of evil creatures!
"What on earth is this kid?" The "Moon", who was angry at first but then listened attentively, couldn't help but speak and asked the question in everyone's mind.

“Mercury Snake”, no, he should be… Klein sat up slightly straighter, and he already had the answer in his mind.

He was equally nervously awaiting the conclusion of "The Sun".

"After being appraised by our chief and the six-member council..."

The Sun Derrick swallowed and was also affected by the breath-holding atmosphere of the crowd:

"According to the Lord's mythology, he should be Him. He is most likely one of the eight angel kings around the Lord, the 'Angel of Destiny', the 'Tail Swallower' Ouroboros!"

hiss!
If this were in the real world, there would have been gasps in the Tarot Club.

Except for the "Hermit" lady who still had some problems, everyone thought of another thing.

"Ah." Fors suddenly spoke. As a writer, she was often most impressed by the fascinating plots. "The mural you encountered when you were exploring before - isn't it -"

"Yes." Derrick nodded in response. "According to the intelligence provided by Mr. The Hanged Man at the time, the little boy Jack from your world and Ouroboros' mother became pregnant at about the same time. Therefore, the Chief speculated that the Angel of Destiny might have made two preparations. When it descended into the City of Silver, it left behind Jack and the murals to hint its identity to future explorers."

"But your exploration just ended a while ago! Doesn't that mean..."

Justice was stunned and asked, "Can the Angel of Destiny really predict the future and control fate?"

This is another breaking news, and the Tarot Club fell silent again, because Miss Justice’s guess is very likely to be true!

The Hanged Man glanced at the calm The Fool sitting at the top, then lowered his head, secretly frightened—

——Long before Bansi Harbor, before and after the great smog, the "Fool" had reminded us that we would encounter the "Angel Kings" in the future.

And now, the two angel kings belonging to the ancient Creator, the "Angel of War" and the "Angel of Destiny", have appeared one after another, just fulfilling what He said at that time!

Mr. Fool has the authority to predict the future?
The Angel of Destiny can influence fate and hint at the City of Silver, but Mr. Fool’s words came earlier than the exploration of the City of Silver. Mr. Fool’s control over fate is probably even greater than His...

After imagining things and scaring himself to death, the "Hanged Man" became so excited that his blood boiled and he dared not say a word.

Klein had already guessed what The Sun wanted to ask.

He pieced together the bits and pieces of information he had seen and heard before, feeling somewhat enlightened and confused.

As expected, the "Sun" hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to speak:
"I think the reason why the soon-to-be-born 'Angel of Destiny' is close to me is probably because of my path. After all, there is no other Beyonder with the 'Sun' path in Silver City, and the Lord's title in the records once included 'Sun God'."

“Mr. Fool, the state of gods should be closely related to angels, right? Ouroboros doesn’t seem to be an evil, insane being…”

He didn’t dare to continue, as to say anything more would be questioning Mr. Fool’s help and words all along.

If the Lord is not crazy, why does He turn a blind eye to the prayers and sufferings of His believers? If He is crazy, why is the "Angel of Destiny" rational, communicative, and even willing to approach Him?

"The Hanged Man" and "Justice" remained silent, "The Magician" hissed and finally figured out the key to "The Sun's" hesitation, "The Moon" didn't quite understand but pretended that he understood so he acted as if he had suddenly realized something, and only "The Hermit" was really confused.

In the tense or expectant silence of the crowd, Mr. Fool suddenly chuckled.

In the eternal gray mist, Mr. Fool nodded calmly:
"Your guess is correct."

"The Fallen Creator is gradually emerging from the abyss of madness."

It turned out to be like this… It turned out to be like this! The Sun seemed to have been pardoned, and the anxiety and self-blame that had been suppressed in his heart for many days were swept away. Now that he thought about it, he was actually worried that Mr. Fool had deceived him. He was really a traitor to the extreme!

Then he noticed another thing: if the omniscient and omnipotent Lord returned, how should he deal with it?
If that day comes... I will convert to Mr. Fool! After a brief thought, Derrick made a quick decision. Mr. Fool had given him so much help, and he absolutely could not remain silent.

But Mr. Fool seemed to have heard his inner thoughts. He said in a relaxed and profound tone:

"I recently had a meeting with the Creator."

"He has regained some of his rationality."

The light words of the god dropped a bomb in the hearts of the Tarot Club members. The first one to be shocked was Derrick. He was a little confused for a moment and could hardly understand the meaning behind the words.

But he quickly grasped the point—Mr. Fool and the Lord were not enemies!

That’s great…“The Sun” almost shed tears on the spot.

Maybe... you will be able to contact Him after a while... Klein thought as he was about to run away.

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When The Fool was conducting a Tarot Club, the real Creator in question once again sat down at the negotiation table with the Outer Gods.

"Welcome, welcome." In the dark world filled with wriggling flesh and blood, Edward smiled and sat on the chair he had brought. Although he was in the other party's kingdom of God, he acted like a master.

He looked at the real Creator opposite him and asked, "What do you want to get from me this time?"

The True Creator was as concise as possible without using any interrogative sentences: "The Desperate Witch active in the great haze."

"Intelligence or?"

"She is really in your hands?"

"Ah, indeed."

Edward took out a small puppet in a white dress from his collection cabinet. The black-haired witch puppet lowered its head in fear, with its hands and feet hanging down, not daring to move.

"Let me guess first, why did you come to me in person to ask for this witch?" Edward put her on the corner of the table with a smile, and said in a relaxed and leisurely manner, "Under what circumstances would you need her? Let me think... Is it that the witch sect is unwilling to cooperate with you in publishing the inside story of the smog? Do you want to take her away as a witness, and then make it public from a foreign source?"

"Stop your acting."

The True Creator spoke up, "The one I made a deal with is not a demon, so stop using those rhetorical questions."

Edward stared at Him for a while, and the corners of his mouth gradually calmed down.

"I respect the opinions of my allies." The decadent king, still wearing this skin, said, "To be honest, I took her away because I had a premonition that she would become an important prop."

"I thought it would be the Southern Continent or other countries that followed the clues to find me and then took her away from me. I didn't expect it to be you. That means Medici's plan has failed... Ah, I know He is at sea now. My child told me."

"I still like him very much. He is a follower who has his own self and is not connected to my thoughts."

The Decayed King said, “If the Earth explodes, I will take him to the stars.”

"He is only a saint. He won't live long."

"Death is an integral part of human life." The Outer God nodded, "I will take good care of his soul."

The True Creator brought the topic back to where it had strayed from: “What do you want?”

The Outer God tapped the table with his fingers and looked at the face of the True Creator:
"Why wouldn't you want to start a war yourself?"

"You may not believe this, but I would not have let Medici out. He would..." The Decayed King thought for a moment, then said a possibility he had observed: "He would possess the body of a descendant of Tudor and leave there, and then possess a demigod to avoid the sight of the gods."

"If a human who can possess a body and a demigod who happens to appear can make the Red Angel leave the cage, why hasn't He been able to leave in the past two thousand years? Your half-body tried every means to bring war to this land, but you chose to be passive and lazy. The Red Angel would probably have some complaints when he saw this."

"He worked so hard to promote the war and complete the godhood ritual. I haven't recovered yet, so I naturally can't let him succeed."

This is not entirely true. The real Creator speculated that Adam's apotheosis ceremony "made the trend of the times conform to his expectations" and it was very likely that it had to be accurate to the date and even the relevant countries. After all, this was a ceremony of apotheosis, and it should not only be consistent in the general direction, but at least some details should also match, in order to show the true God's "visionary" ability to write destiny and creation.

The time when the war was launched, the initiators, the victorious party, and some of the important battles that were considered important by later generations should be considered "details".

Affecting these details would probably affect the effectiveness of Adam's deification ceremony.

But when exactly was Adam going to start the war? What if he thought he had changed the time, but ended up falling into His psychological suggestion? The real Creator was unwilling to gamble on such a critical situation, so he wanted to delay the time as much as possible, or wait until he reached the level of an angel.

——He himself has been using the dual path from the beginning, and has never held this ceremony properly, so now he can only rely on guessing.

"The Visionary's Ceremony of Becoming a God?" The Declined King thought of the "Writer" that he had taken away and thrown away, and thought of Zaratul who was still imprisoned in the secret town. He was in a very good mood. "It looks like a very interesting ceremony, and you won't tell me."

"I think too much. I want to postpone the war only because we don't have enough armaments now."

"When you have enough armaments, will you start a war?"

The True Creator's heart was filled with alarm bells: "First, tell me what you want to exchange for the Witch of Despair."

The decadent king immediately replied:

"abyss."

"No."

"The Bound One."

"I reject."

"..." The declining king remained unmoved, "I won't sell it. Anyway, the war is your business, not mine."

"This is not even on the same level." The True Creator retorted, "The war started by the Witch of Despair is still within the controllable range. At most, it is a disaster of the True God level. You can't take advantage of this opportunity to become a True God of the Two Paths."

"That is to say, you want to exchange for a bargaining chip at the level of a true god."

Seeing the real creator frowning, the Outer God smiled slightly, feeling that his bargaining experience had finally come in handy.

The declining king tried: "Shea."

The True Creator frowned and said, "Change it."

"Go and help me get the Demon Sequence from the Quiet Church in Wintershire."

The True Creator almost agreed to Sua. The Tranquility Church is the headquarters of the Church of Night. It stands in the snow-capped mountains and is very close to the "Deep Dark Heaven" corresponding to the astral world. It can be said to be the doorstep of the Goddess of Night. Comparing the two, it is obvious which one is easier to complete.

The trap was so obvious that the True Creator found himself in a position of bargaining disadvantage due to his anxiety about gains and losses.

The Outer God held his chin, and His expression and movements became lively again. The devil side of Him did not stop just because he stopped pretending to be a human.

He folded his hands on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and spoke slowly, as if he was trying to persuade or to fight a protracted war:
"Neither this nor that will work. My ally, you still don't trust me."

He stared at the distant mountains and the dark sky for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "But war is good for me anyway, and it has nothing to do with me if you want to support a red priest. Now the North and South continents can't accommodate me, so why don't you let me go to the East Continent? I haven't seen with my own eyes what the Heavenly Seal that divides the Eurasian continent looks like."

A land abandoned by God? Why would you go to a land abandoned by God?
The True Creator's temples were throbbing. Free things are the most expensive, and He immediately opened His mouth to refuse.

The Declined King said first: "Why are you so nervous? That is your kingdom of God. As long as I am not crazy, I will not do anything wrong in front of your kingdom of God or your real body."

“If you don’t want me to take the Uniqueness, don’t want me to get Sequence One, and don’t even want me to take a stroll around the God-Forsaken Land, then I will doubt whether you are really here to do business.”

"Your request is very different from the previous one." The True Creator knocked on the table vigilantly, "You must have additional conditions."

"Your defensiveness really makes me sad. What can I do in the kingdom of the one true God?"

The declining king shook his head and sighed, then played the emotional card, manipulating his own skin to make his emotions come alive:

"I just want to go there and get a taste of the atmosphere of despair. After all, the people of the East Continent have been in darkness and fear for so long. Even if the devil wants to help them, they will accept some help, right?"

The True Creator felt that he had grasped something: "You want to go to the God-Forsaken Land to exchange for the Sealed Artifact?"

The Outer God remained silent, then He smiled again, revealing His white teeth: "If you need me, I can bring Ouroboros back for you."

The True Creator flatly refused: "My awakening and His restart are all due to your curse. I will not let you come into contact with Him. Even if you go to the God-forsaken Land, you must wait until He returns to my sight."

The Decayed King yawned in boredom: "It seems that I have to wait for a while. Let me pray that the Angel of the Holy Word can bring Ouroboros back as soon as possible."

He took back the precious cargo on the table - the Witch of Despair, stood up and left, waving goodbye in a good mood:
"So our transaction date will be that day. I hope the transaction goes smoothly. See you next time."

After the Outer Gods left, the True Creator did not speak for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the God-forsaken Land in the shadow of the Kingdom of God, the few flames on the pure black land, the huge inverted cross on the distant mountain, and thought about himself as a demigod, and sighed depressedly.

Then, He found Medici's prayer, cleared His throat, and responded solemnly:

"The war is coming."

On the other side, Edward returned to the real world, stretched thoroughly, then fell back and sank into the sofa.

"Hey, this method of entering the Forsaken Land of God is not bad... After all, if I sacrifice Him, I will encounter resistance from His real body when I break in. This way, if He is willing to let me in, I don't have to worry about anything."

"The True Creator is really good at choosing the time. He uses the date of Ouroboros' return as the date of the transaction. When 'Destiny' returns to Him, it will undoubtedly be the right time, right place, and right people in the sense of mysticism. It is time to fight or participate in the war. He wants me to be in the God-forsaken Land during the war to prevent me from taking advantage of the situation..."

The Outer God did not care about these restrictions and schemes. He faced the ceiling and a thread of destiny appeared in his hand.

"Ourolus... Ourolus... Let me see."

The thread in his hand actually belonged to the Holy Word Angel: "We can meet Ouroboros at the end of February, but we have to wait until the second half of the year to bring Him back? What's going on? Ouroboros doesn't want to leave?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's all the business of the real Creator. I don't need to care about it."

After a few seconds of silence, the decadent king sighed in boredom.

……

Backlund, near a cafe near King's Row.

Leonard sat in the gazebo, his high collar covering his chin. He looked stealthily over the top of the newspaper at Melissa Moretti who was sitting in the cafe.

Melissa held a ceramic teaspoon and gently stirred the black tea with lemon, occasionally turning her head to look out the window covered with light white mist.

Her black veil was placed on the seat next to her, and in front of her was a plate of the cheapest toast, but she didn't take a single bite.

As time passed, the mist on the glass windows became thicker and thicker.

Finally, the exam was over, and a bunch of people walked out of the exam room and rushed over. The wooden door with glass windows inlaid in the cafe was pushed open, and seven or eight men and women entered first.

Among them was Benson Moretti. The brother and sister said something quickly, then both left the cafe and walked towards the distance home.

Pales' voice rang in his ears: "Aren't you going to say hello to them?"

Leonard watched them go away and whispered:
"I am just a colleague of their family members, a new friend who I am not too familiar with."

"I will choose to celebrate with Mr. Benson Moretti after he passes the exam and gets the position, rather than being too familiar and appearing in front of them again and again. The Moretti family seems to be quite reserved, and this will be counterproductive."

Pales groaned and changed the subject:
"Any results from the investigation into 'The Fool'?"

Leonard shook his head honestly and said, "Old man, you seem to take this 'Fool' very seriously? Do you know anything?"

"I don't know anything, I just miss this name." Pales said jokingly, "However, considering the ability of their channel, it's normal that you can't find any clues."

"Is 'The Fool' a sequence in a certain path?"

"This is not something you should know now." Pales chuckled, "You haven't even investigated the smog clearly."

Leonard sighed, "I don't know what's going on. I always feel like there's resistance to the investigation... In the past, when investigating cult activities, I always found some anomalies, but this time the resistance is abnormally large, as if all clues have been erased."

As they were talking, the backs of the Moretti brothers and sisters had completely disappeared at the end of the street in the distance.

Leonard also stood up, rolled up the newspaper in his hand and tucked it between his arms, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Okay old man, let's go home too."

"Do you still eat the egg rolls from that bakery?"

He heard the parasite laugh in an old-fashioned way, and Leonard thought that the old man wanted to eat, so he walked towards the cake shop.

TBC
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Decline: If you don't want to do business with the devil, you don't have to. Bargaining is useless. The devil will not let you suffer any loss no matter what.

Decline (turning head): Why aren’t you talking, virtual personality?

(End of this chapter)