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

Chapter 204 Situation

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Edward held a pencil and wrote casually on the blank space of the newspaper.

"Governor No. 1", "Governor No. 2". "Local General", "General Luen".

Then he drew two arrows pointing upwards between the two generals, symbolizing the discord between the conservatives and the war factions.

He stared at the four nouns for a few seconds, smiled, and used the ubiquitous pencil in his hand to cross out "Governor No. 1".

"Anyway, except for the new Governor, there's no need for anyone else to be alive, right?"

Edward crossed out the two generals as well. If he didn't want to push this mutiny quietly in the dark, he only needed to know their names and find one or two people who had a relatively stable connection with them, and then he could kill all three of them with just one phone call.

He put the pencil aside, and the blue flame burned along the handwriting, turning the newspaper into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"It's time to go on a business trip."

Edward stood up and went downstairs. The hostess was not there, probably out, and the child was not in the hall either. There was still a noise outside, which seemed to never stop. He put a check on the counter, pressed it under an ink bottle, and then left quietly.

Pushing open the door of the hotel, the colors around him became brighter, and when he returned to normal, he had already reached a low mountain more than a hundred kilometers away. This mountain was located on the outskirts of Aldera and was undeveloped. Standing on the top of the mountain, he could just see the city in the distance.

Edward looked around at the top of the mountain and soon noticed a group of black clouds in the distant sky. It was pure black with a bloody color, condensed by resentment, just like the ones that were lingering over the Kapin Mansion in Tingen.

The difference is that the clouds in front of us are larger than those in Kaping, but not as deep in color.

"The banquet that just ended? It seems that there are no survivors. There is no need to go."

The Spiritual Cult's offer was not high, and they only asked for it once, so He would only do it once. He wanted to solve the problem once and for all, and would not sit back and watch everyone go to destruction after making the arrangements, so it was necessary to explore the situation of the city and find the best trigger point.

He looked in the direction of the clouds and saw a small town.

Hundreds of bodies were lying in various places in the city, on the ground, on the streets, in the corners of the walls, in the cellars, even on the trees, on the pipes, on the roofs... almost none of them were intact. This shows that this was a terrorist attack, not a planned mass execution. It was not the army that did it, but it was not in line with the style of the Spiritual Cult.

Edward took a quick look and saw that someone had tortured and killed many people in the city in extremely cruel ways, but probably not all of them. Most of the more than 700 bodies had typical northern continental features, such as white skin and lighter pupils. Most of them were adults, with fewer children.

"Rose School..."

"The grand sacrifice hasn't even started yet, but they've already fallen into the frenzy of the sacrifice."

Edward saw more strange bodies lying in houses and bunkers.

"They just killed them, but didn't collect their spirits. It seems that this wave is just a guerrilla force, with no resentful souls."

The demon shook his head, once again expressing his disdain for the Indulgence Pie.

The believers are crazy, there are a large number of them, and they are generally strong, just like a pile of loose sand. The Church of God will never be able to deal an effective blow to them, and will suffer huge losses in manpower.

The leader, however, remains rational and seldom acts rashly. He hides behind all kinds of crazy deeds, and the Orthodox Church has difficulty finding clues.

As time went by, the Seven Gods stopped caring about these crazy people from the Rose School. After all, the number of people that could be killed was always small, and as long as the demigod angels from the Rose School did not do anything too extreme, they could just let them do whatever they wanted.

There was no one alive around, and wild dogs were already gnawing on the scraps of meat.

The Rose School seemed to be having a great time taking advantage of the situation, running around killing and burning people. Every time the people from the Spiritual Cult came to communicate, they would more or less mention a word or two about the Rose School. It seemed that their reckless style also gave the Spiritual Cult a headache.

However, Xia Eggers now needs the Rose School to distract attention. The more hatred the Rose School attracts, the better. If the Northern Continent can give priority to attacking the Rose School, then the Spiritual Cult will have more opportunities to act secretly.

Revealing Suea's possible location to Edward was another way of betting.

He didn't bother with the crime scene, because people from the Orthodox Church or the Spiritual Cult would take care of it later.

Edward began to move towards Aldera. There were many traces of fighting on the road along the way, including bullet shells, bloodstains, scorch marks, and scratches from roadblocks being moved on the road.

It was very quiet underground, and the temporarily buried bodies lay quietly there.

When facing the Spirit Cult, no matter how critical the situation is, the bodies must be comforted before burying.

Judging from these traces, the Spirit Cult's offensive was very fierce, forcing the Loen garrison into the city for defense. After all, the Pale Queen led the army in person at that time, and the Restoration Society directly broke into the city and occupied the outer city as a stronghold, threatening Loen to replace the governor.

The situation in the southern continent is becoming increasingly chaotic, and all parties are eyeing this place.

If Xia Eggers can really achieve a phased victory in Aldera, speculators in other cities will be attracted.

If the colonies riot, the countries of the Northern Continent will formally intervene, and the Southern Continent will be in complete chaos.

"Then help Him this time."

He walked towards the distant city, his figure gradually faded and disappeared into the air. When he appeared again, he had arrived at an uninhabited house. Looking out of the window, he saw the Rune soldiers patrolling back and forth behind the roadblock.

To the east, soldiers of Rhun were patrolling, and to the west, skeletons were hidden in the pale clouds.

The city had long been blocked and in a state of war, reinforced by the Judge's laws, and it was impossible to enter through any door.

Edward's eyes swept across the army in the distance, through the streets and houses ahead, and fell on a man in the Governor's Palace.

The spiritual aura on his body was deep blue, surging like the sea, sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm. This was a demigod of the "Storm" path. Although Edward had never seen this face, there was no doubt that although many nobles in the upper class of Loen believed in the Storm, if he wanted to enter the core of power, the noble general named Nigan would definitely not be a demigod of the Storm, which would be suspected of being biased towards the church.

In other words, this person is the general from the Southern Continent.

He was almost identical to a Loen person, but many generations of mixed blood had almost completely eliminated his southern continental characteristics.

His nationality was also Loen, but even so, he was still not treated equally by the Loen people.

Edward glanced around the Governor's Palace. The people he saw were unaware of anything. Soon, he discovered that a demigod from the "Judge" path was walking in the garden. The spiritual aura on his body was majestic, upright, and brass-colored.

That's him.

"Crime is about to become the main theme of this city."

The devil casually decided the fate of hundreds of thousands of people in the city:
"The filth will flow across this land, taking away all life."

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In the heavily guarded Governor's Mansion, Javier Reina, who had another quarrel with General Nigan, was drinking in his own residence in a depressed mood. The exquisite wine glass of Balam was thrown aside. He took Rune's small wine glass and drank one glass after another. His adjutant looked angry. When Javier drank the eighth pot, he finally couldn't help but persuade him:
"General, you can't drink any more."

"If General Negan finds out about drinking heavily during the war, he will attack you again!"

Javier's arm stopped in the air while he was pouring wine. His eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently, and he kept thinking about smashing everything in the room. But his restraint and etiquette stopped him, and he crushed the wine glass and threw the fragments heavily to the ground.

The adjutant gave a signal, and the servants around him knelt down and began to pick up the fragments. After they were done, they took out the wine jug and secretly disposed of it with the others.

Javier asked gloomily, "Does the new governor have any comments?"

The adjutant shook his head: "After listening to the report about your quarrel with General Nigan, the Governor did not make any comments."

"…What does Mr. Thomas say?"

"Mr. Thomas just wants to quickly complete the handover of the governor's work within this week, then step down and return to Loon."

Javier exhaled heavily, his expression changed again and again, and finally gradually calmed down.

"We have been suppressed by the Spiritual Cult for several months and lost so many people. Now that things have finally turned around, they are actually negotiating peace like this."

"Even the nephew of Duke Negan is bent on peace talks. I have nothing to say."

The adjutant was silent.

After a long time, the adjutant said:
"The people of Loen attach great importance to this negotiation. They believe that if it is not handled properly, it will easily lead to war or even a catastrophic event."

"so?"

"...It seems that another general will come here to ensure that the negotiations go smoothly."

"Another one?" Javier's expression changed quickly. "Is he in league with General Negan?"

The adjutant nodded with difficulty.

"Who is he?"

"Amyrius Levitt, Admiral Levitt, son of a noble earl, his family governs the Oravi at sea, and he is the governor there. He has been here for two or three days, and I hope you can handle the negotiations while he is here."

"He doesn't know anything about the situation in the southern continent. Why was he transferred here? Is he doubting me?"

Javier - Lieutenant General - smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"They are all from the Northern Continent. Their understanding of the Spiritual Cult is probably only from intelligence and small-scale battles. This time, not only the Restoration Society was dispatched, but even the Pale Queen has come. There is no way they can leave so easily!"

"How can they not see that this is a crisis? The Spiritual Cult is a group of fearless lunatics who would not shed tears even when seeing a coffin. We cannot negotiate now. Even if we want to negotiate, we have to wait until the Spiritual Cult in the city is cleared out!"

"General Negan doesn't even listen to the Governor!"

After saying this, he and his adjutant fell silent as they thought of the arrogant and contemptuous look of the young man from the Northern Continent.

In silence, the sky gradually darkened.

After a long time, Javier suddenly spoke slowly:
"Perhaps, there is one last way."

"Convince Admiral Levitt to stand on our side."

The adjutant sighed, "General, this possibility is very low. Admiral Levitt is only staying here for a short time and will not seriously investigate the situation."

"Then I can only watch my people die in vain. Will the Restoration Party pretend to negotiate and make further progress?"

Javier's face was gloomy. The anger and unwillingness that he had been pent up for a long time burst out in this desperate situation: "I can't allow this to happen. I have to think of a way!"

"We just need to wait until Admiral Levitt leaves, and then find a way to temporarily restrain General Negan... I will bear the consequences of disobeying orders."

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After successfully dealing with Admiral Amyrius’ mistress, the beautiful Miss Cynthia, Klein immediately sat in the study, pretending to be concentrating on his work.

According to the information provided by the adventurer who had asked him to help and the impression Amyrius himself gave Klein, the other party was undoubtedly a serious person, and it was completely normal for him to spend more time on official business.

He flipped through the documents and materials, pretending to be very professional, but in fact, he knew almost nothing about the relevant data and design concepts of ironclad ships, sailing battleships and other ships, and was almost illiterate.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Cynthia leave silently and close the door. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had gotten through the night.

In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips with some disappointment and nervousness, took out the necklace from under the pillow, and held the black rhino horn-like object, which was only the size of a knuckle, tightly in her palm.

She stood there, praying softly:
"Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me more attractive, make Admiral Amyrius more obsessed with me, let him experience the ultimate happiness from me, and give me a child..."

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In the quiet study, Klein flipped through the documents in front of him. According to the requirements of the materials, he picked out the simple parts, glanced at them, and signed his name as Admiral Amyrius Levitt one by one. He then picked out the parts he didn't understand and used the Faceless Man's ability to imitate other people's notes to write the vague words "further research".

After finishing, Klein opened his artificial eyes just like last night and prepared to sleep sitting up.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly woke up from his dream and felt a force trying to pull him into a deep sleep and invade him!
Klein immediately changed his appearance and became the demigod in his dream.

Then, blurry white mist filled his eyes and condensed into an indistinct figure.

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind penetrated the dream, causing his real body to move silently. Then he put his hand into his pocket and touched the "Ninth Law" talisman.

At this time, the vague figure spoke calmly:

"Don't get involved in Auston's affairs."

"This is a warning."

TBC
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I passed the third test in one try. I will update twice a day tomorrow, and will resume updating at 12:30. The additional update time will be random.

Damn it, I wanted to have a good sleep after the exam, but I was woken up by noise within less than an hour of closing my eyes, and I had a terrible headache.

(End of this chapter)