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

Chapter 190 Dark Place
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On the first day of February, the Angel of Holy Word came to the vicinity of Silver City during the second census of the God-forsaken Land.

This old-looking, hunchbacked angel carries an old lantern burning with a black spiritual fire, and leans on a twisted wooden stick. He staggers alone in the endless darkness and occasional lightning, just like the "Hermit" card.

When the lightning in the sky was at a high frequency, the Holy Word Angel Stephen stopped in a valley about a hundred kilometers away from the Silver City. He stood on a steep cliff and stared at the ruins in front of him with the help of the light of lightning. There used to be a prosperous human city here. It once had trade relations with the Silver Kingdom. The city was mainly inhabited by humans, and there were also some foreigners with good intentions living there.

The city is beautiful, orderly, and full of vitality, just like every city-state and kingdom under the Creator's rule.

Before Steve's eyes appeared a land bathed in sunshine, people in ancient clothes were talking and laughing, and children and teenagers were playing on the street holding food and fruits.

The illusory sunlight disappeared from his eyes, and ferocious lightning tore through the night sky.

The ruins of the city are divided into three parts, one part on the cliff, one part in the valley, and one part behind the huge crack, on the cliff on the other side.

With such relics, it is easy to infer the cause of the city's destruction: the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and large houses fell into the valley with people. A good city was split into three parts by the ground cracks. The survivors on both sides looked at each other across the valley, and soon all died in the subsequent eternal darkness. Its name and history were buried forever in the darkness.

Stifo stood on the cliff for a long time, finally turned around and staggered towards the west.

His first census ended in failure, for which Steve made a profound review in his year-end report.

He thought that his main mistake was being too impatient. He started looking for the "Angel of Destiny" rashly without even knowing the status of the "Angel of Destiny" before it was restarted. As a result, he traveled to all the city-states but found no useful information.

He wasted a lot of time, but fortunately the "Angel of Destiny" had not yet been born, and the merciful Lord had not yet punished him. And now it has been half a year, and Lord Ouroboros should have taken shape, and should have shown some of the magical qualities of the Angel King. If there is no news this time, it means that Lord Ouroboros is not in the God-forsaken Land at all!

There was constant lightning in the sky, and Steve walked slowly forward.

Taking into account the time spent visiting several other small towns along the way, He would probably reach the border of Silver City tonight.

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In the morning, Klein informed the fat pharmacist Darkwill of the news about Roy King.

Darkwill was shocked by the efficiency of the adventurer he had entrusted to treat his illness. He was shocked by the news itself and quickly paid the money under the adventurer's coercion. During the process, Klein noticed that the bird raised by the fat pharmacist had been observing him.

Is it also the "audience" channel? Klein made a random guess in his mind.

After completing this commission, the great adventurer German Sparrow became idle again, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the idleness.

But now is not a good time for him to show up in public, because the news of Vice Admiral Disease's death came out from nowhere, and her fleet was broken up and divided by several other pirate generals, which seemed to confirm this. Then, real information came out from nowhere, saying that Vice Admiral Disease was assassinated on the night when Red-haired Elaine was found, and the entire flagship "Black Death" was completely destroyed. She and Red-haired Elaine were nowhere to be found. Based on this information, many third-rate love stories that Klein read with a sour taste were derived, and he imagined countless heart-wrenching plots out of thin air, and in the end, the two of them often retired.

That's right, they have retired. It's best for them to investigate the mysterious disappearance of the red-haired Elaine and not to suspect me...

Alas, but newspapers in various countries actually published this incident! Just like when Qi Lingos was buried in Backlund, although the momentum was not as huge, all countries confirmed one thing, that is, "Lieutenant General Disease" was really dead!
"A witch... a witch like Triss could easily instigate so many people to kill each other. A witch who has been a pirate for so many years, who knows how many lives she has taken..."

"Why am I feeling so lost right now? If I think about it carefully, I'm not sympathizing with her. I'm probably just feeling a little sad. After all, in front of those demigods, I'm as fragile as she is. I can be crushed by just one finger..."

"Tracy's bounty in various countries is also tens of thousands. I wonder if those powerful people will claim it..."

After taking a walk outside and having lunch with an inexplicable mood, Klein returned to the hotel. He drove out all the fabricated rumors he had heard from pirates and sailors along the way from his mind, took off his coat and fell on the clean, soft big bed, ready to lie down physically while his spirit went to Sefirah Castle to continue playing the role of "Sea God".

He lay there for more than ten minutes, then suddenly covered his face with his hands.

"No one from the Aurora Society came to retaliate against me. Not even one came to warn me!"

"With their ability to act, if the True Creator showed any displeasure, I would have had a saint come and killed me in a gas explosion last night. Yes, He said that I can only be resurrected once."

"How could a god not have time to take revenge on me? It could only be that He doesn't want to... He actually considers me as his favored one!"

Klein covered his face with his hands, feeling uncomfortable with the inexplicable kindness of the True Creator.

After all, the Aurora Society and the True Creator had always been infamous in the Extraordinary World, only slightly better than the Rose School. Even if he had a little more favorable impression of the True Creator because they were both ancient people, it did not mean that he, a normal person with modern education, could accept them, let alone feel at ease to be His Favored One!

"Why did He tell me this information so seriously? Is it because of Sefirah Castle and the fate it symbolizes for my future?"

How horrible must this fate be, that even a powerful god who has been famous for a long time chooses to wait and see and win over!

Why me—why me?

Klein suddenly thought: If he didn't try to communicate with Sefirah Castle after waking up, this fate might not belong to him.

At this point, it is impossible to leave Sefirah Castle. He needs its divination ability, needs it to start the Tarot Club, and needs it to complete the sacrifice and prayer ceremony... Sefirah Castle has brought too many benefits, and Klein can no longer let go.

"Oh, don't think about it anymore!"

"Becoming stronger is the most important thing for now. Even Sefirah Castle can't make me a demigod out of thin air. If I still let Ince Zangwill get away with it even with Sefirah Castle, I might as well just lie back in my coffin!"

Klein pulled himself together, put all those messy and bad thoughts out of his mind, then stood up, performed the ceremony, and headed for Sefirah Castle.

When he was about to lure the "Scepter of Poseidon" out of the pile of debris, he suddenly thought of something.

That is the paper crane folded by Will Auceptin, the mercury snake, and it is still in his hand!
Klein still remembers the incident with the paper cranes clearly, because Will Auceptin used that item to locate Dr. Allen's astral body, and instilled information into him when he was traveling in the spirit world in his dreams, forming revelations that evolved into specific dreams.

Later, Klein replaced Will Auceptin's paper crane with one he folded himself and went to the gray fog to do divination, but failed to get an effective conclusion until Dr. Allen's wife became pregnant. He calculated the time and had a vague understanding of the situation from Sequence 1 to Sequence 0, and guessed that it was Will Auceptin who had been restarted by Swallowing Tail. He guessed that the other party was fighting fiercely with another "Snake of Fate" for the Sequence 0 position, and the nightmare brought by the paper crane was just an addition. Its real function was to help Will Auceptin become a baby in a secret way.

Now, the mystery is gradually being solved, and the identity of the other "Snake of Fate" that I guessed at the beginning has been confirmed. It is one of the founders of "Redemption Rose", the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros.

The funniest thing about this incident was that the paper cranes folded by Klein were mistaken by Backlund's Nighthawks as Will Auceptin's originals, so they forged one with their cruder handwork and replaced it.

"I left that paper crane in the gray fog and almost forgot about it... Using it for divination can only give very vague revelations. If there were no other encounters, it would be difficult to infer that the child Dr. Allen's wife was pregnant with was Will Auceptin. But on the other hand, Will Auceptin can use it to determine the location of the spirit world, just like the magic mirror Arrodes relied on the breath of the gray fog to connect to the radio receiver from the spirit world..."

“Hey, this seems to be possible…” Klein sat up straight and had a very creative idea.

He thought he could use the paper crane to communicate with Will Auceptin in his dream!
This may not be of much use to me now, and it may even be dangerous. But if Will Auceptin is really the "Snake of Fate" of the School of Life, I will definitely be able to gain a certain amount of favor by providing the corresponding information... For this kind of angel king-level existence, it is necessary to invest in advance. When he is really born, there may be a return of dozens of times. Anyway, I won't die if I try. Well, if I die, I can be resurrected once... Klein became alert and took out his pendulum to start divination to see if this matter was dangerous.

After some busy work, he determined that the danger level of this matter was acceptable, so he used a ritual to bring the paper crane back to the real world from the gray fog.

"I hope the aura above the gray fog doesn't neutralize its own peculiarities, otherwise Will Auceptin won't be able to locate it. Hmm... the sequence before 'Snake of Fate' is 'Prophet'. Will what I'm about to do be within Will Auceptin's expectations?
"He chose Dr. Allen as his father because Dr. Allen is my friend and he was able to establish a connection with me? Isn't this too narcissistic..."

"However, there is one question that is worthy of suspicion. After Will Auceptin used the paper cranes to locate Dr. Allen, he could have just 'reincarnated' him. Why did he have to let him have nightmares again and again? Moreover, that dream also foretold the struggle between the 'snakes of fate'. For an ordinary person, he neither understands nor can he play any role in this matter. Isn't this just seducing a blind man with his eyes?
"Will Auceptin created the dream for me to see?"

Klein frowned slightly and had some guesses.

He suppressed his doubts, picked up the round-bellied fountain pen, filled it with ink, and considered leaving a message on the paper cranes to attract the attention of Will Auceptin, the "Snake of Fate".

What should I write? Klein recalled the encounter of the School of Life described by Arrodes, and felt that there was a sentence that could encompass everything, and was very vivid and contained rich emotions.

That sentence is:
"Your house exploded!"

This sentence was too vulgar and too direct. It reminded me of the two bickering hunters. Besides, Will Auceptin might not be the chairman of the School of Life... Klein pondered for a moment, unfolded the paper cranes, and wrote different words on each surface to form a short sentence:

"Roy King was arrested."

After doing all this, Klein put away his pen and stuffed the paper cranes into his wallet, just like Dr. Allen did.

Next, he began to think about which method to choose to remove the remaining pollution in the "All-Black Eye".

……

Wet rats, dragging their earthworm-like tails, crawled through the dirty alleys that looked like garbage dumps.

A hungry dog ​​pounced on the mouse, and the wet mouse slipped away from its mouth. A woman in tattered and bloody clothes knocked on the door, her eyes were hazy, and sometimes a fierce light like a beast flashed in them.

The young man who opened the door was startled at first, then his face turned bitter, he kept looking around, and urged:
"You better leave now! Wen Xia, do you know that your bounty has been posted everywhere in the streets? If you leave here, you will be the only one on the police station's bounty list with a bounty of over 200 pounds!"

"Do you know how many people want to exchange your head for money? How dare you walk on the street!"

The woman named Wen Xia rolled her eyes slowly, and a crazy smile appeared on her face, which was mostly covered by her messy hair:

"so what……"

"They can't catch me. They are just some disgusting explorers from the northern continent. They robbed the tombs of our ancestors and took away our wealth. Should I be afraid of them...? Impossible."

She mumbled in her sleep, "It doesn't matter how many come. I will kill them all and sacrifice them to the great God."

"Well, sacrificing twenty more people will be enough..."

After the two exchanged some things, seeing that she hadn't left yet, the bitter-faced young man was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down:
"Crazy! You are really crazy! You have been crazy since the group prayer that day! I told you that she shouldn't have dragged you there!"

He stretched out his hand to push Wen Xia away who was standing at the door, but he was afraid of the crazy and terrifying aura on the other person and did not dare to touch him. After spinning his hand in the air, he went back and began to tidy up his clothes.

"Okay, okay, if you're not afraid, then I should be, okay? I don't have your terrifying power, and I didn't light a candle. Just leave for my life, okay?!"

Wen Xia took two steps outside, and the confusion in her eyes disappeared a little. She asked:
"last question."

"Your mother was a member of the Rose School. Why didn't you join?"

"Me? Those were all things that happened when I was a kid. My mother was beaten to death when I was five!" The young man was frightened by this term, and was shocked that Wen Xia dared to say the name of this organization in public. He seemed eager to distance himself from the matter, and quickly closed the door, leaving a gap as wide as a palm, and said in a panic, "I don't want to be killed, I just want to live in peace, and I don't want to participate in any resistance! Damn it, I shouldn't have gone to that prayer with you! Mace is crazy, he has become a murderer, and you are crazy too..."

Wen Xia looked at him quietly, without blaming him for being cowardly, and just said:
"I am leaving."

"My candle has burned out, and I need you. I won't come to you again."

"It's really the candle's problem? How did you know that I secretly took a small piece... Fortunately, I didn't light it..." The young man muttered and closed the door, and his voice was blocked by the shabby wooden door.

Wen Xia was stunned for a while, then left the street with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his steps light and unsteady.

Under the dim sky, people were walking in a hurry with their heads down. The town was dead silent, and even young people were nowhere to be seen. There was silence everywhere, and there was no one in the square. The doors of the shops and taverns were open, and hungry mouths were opened listlessly. There was not even a beggar near the store.

Wen Xia noticed that several people in the dark were looking at her, and she didn't know if they were slave traders or people who simply wanted to commit murder. Slave traders shouldn't stay here, and she had seen many murderers... She didn't care, and walked to the entrance of an alley, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes in the shadows.

The serial killer asked coldly, "Did you get it?"

Wen Xia nodded, the smile on her lips gradually widening: "Is he scared by you? You used to be the most cheerful one among us, but now you have become like this, hehe..."

The serial killer, who had been on the run for only a few months and had already killed nearly a hundred people, sneered when he heard this. He rubbed his face, smoothed his frown, and raised the corners of his mouth naturally, revealing a warm smile that was exactly the same as in the past:

"He didn't see it."

But his smile disappeared immediately, and the serial killer said angrily:
"That guy didn't dare to light it, so he threw it into the river! I went down to the river to look for it, but I couldn't find anything. I guess it's gone long ago."

Wen Xia looked at the man's soaked boots and lower trouser legs, and her smile became a little more sincere. She raised her hand, and in her palm lay a small candle stub that was only as long as a finger joint:
"There's enough for us to light a few more candles. There are no more candles. How are we going to contact God in the future?"

The serial killer shrugged it off: "This is not something we should worry about."

"What we need to do is to continue moving forward, heading northwest to the Rose School's base, and participate in the grand sacrifice dedicated to His Majesty S'ea."

Wen Xia nodded, and the two of them put on the tattered cloaks they had prepared, and left this city, which was not a slum but was worse than a slum.

Not long after they left, a ragged man looked longingly at the wanted poster on the wall, then bent over and approached the door of the police station. Standing at the door was a police officer wearing a brand new military coat, with a small bag on his wrist filled with confiscated chestnuts from the southern continent. The middle-aged, fat police officer, wearing shiny leather boots, peeled and ate the steaming chestnuts one by one, which made the ragged local salivate unconsciously.

The local approached cautiously, bowed and said:

"Sir!" He was eager to collect the reward and give his family a hot meal. He didn't care about the distorted expression on the police officer's face as if he was looking at a disgusting thing. The local whispered, "Suspicious person! There is a suspicious person coming to our town!"

He spoke too quickly and too softly, and was worried that the police officer didn't hear him. He subconsciously took two steps forward and was kicked to the ground.

"Damn you, you stink!" The expression on the big-bellied police officer's face became even more distorted. "You're covered in mud and garbage. You've soiled my boots. You have to lick them clean!"

The local man was kicked so hard that he couldn't even stand up straight. He half-knelt on the ground and lowered his head to apologize.

The policeman carefully examined his new leather boots and peeled a chestnut before he asked slowly, "Suspicious?"

"Yep!"

In fact, he was not sure who the strange woman was, but he saw the woman give the young man some money, and they did not look like streetwalkers or pimps. The local man said quickly: "I saw them walk into the alley, right next to it, I can lead the way... The boy's parents were both from the Rose School, and they died more than ten years ago. As expected, the boy... As expected, he is in collusion with the cult!"

The two sides were not far apart, and the police officer was suddenly startled: "Has the wanted criminal left?"

"Leave, leave, just left not long ago."

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief, turned slightly to the left, went back to the police station and called a few people, and after more than ten minutes, he led the group of people in the direction pointed by the locals. When they arrived in front of the small wooden door, after the only Beyonder in the bureau confirmed that there was no spiritual reaction in the room, the police officer stepped forward, kicked the small wooden door open, and shouted, "Come out!"

There was the sound of guns being loaded, and the young man timidly walked out of the door with his hands raised above his head.

Following this commotion, many people suddenly appeared around, watching the excitement intently, as if they had grown out of the ground.

The police officer enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by everyone and asked fiercely, "Have you been in contact with any suspicious persons?"

The young man burst into tears, "No, no!... She is my distant relative. She was going somewhere else and came to talk to me when she passed by here..." He quickly reached out his hand and fumbled around on his body, took out the brand new banknotes, and handed them over with his head down.

"Please forgive me! I have always been a peaceful person..."

The policeman snatched a few banknotes, not paying any attention to the eager and fearful expressions of the locals next to him. Each banknote was one soli, and there were seven soli in total, which was almost as much as his weekly salary!
He looked at the young man's bare house with disgust, and seeing that there was nothing valuable, he cursed a few words and prepared to leave. The young man bowed and sent him away, and finally turned around and looked at the local angrily.

The local man didn't get any benefit at all. Seeing the young man's look, he suddenly got angry and shouted at the departing police officer:

"Sir! Sir! I saw the face of the woman he was talking to! That woman is the murderous lunatic that is rumored in the surrounding cities!"

The police officer, who had not walked a few steps away, turned around immediately, his eyes somewhat surprised and frightened, and asked as if to confirm: "Are you sure?"

The locals were unsure, so Wen Xia pretended to be a fake. But he suddenly thought of the 230-pound reward, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!"

A look of horror appeared on the police officer's face, and he whispered to the adjutant:
"How to do?"

The adjutant disagreed: "That madman is indeed near this town, so it's not surprising that he came. You can report this clue. There are many false clues everywhere now. Maybe it's true. Her clue can also get more than ten pounds."

The police officer thought it made sense, as long as he didn't have to arrest the madman himself. He calmed down, raised his hand, and fired several shots in the back, causing the young man and the local man to fall to the ground at the same time.

"That madman killed an innocent poor person here. We avenged this person and killed her informant. This probably makes the clue more credible." The police officer said with a smile, "After all, there are more than ten pounds!"

TBC
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We have to find a way to get Richard's personal seal out.

(End of this chapter)