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

Chapter 207 Invasion
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"He's anxious."

Edward returned to the bench and turned to look in the direction of the Governor's Mansion. In his hand, he still held a piece of newspaper with a few messy lines drawn on it, and even traces of himself playing Gobang.

"The mutiny will happen sooner or later, during the day or at night."

He shook his head: "It is said that it will be completed within this month and the next day after I come. There is really no need to come to this city."

Sowing discord, playing with people's hearts, and inducing malice, although it sounds more like what a "provocateur" or "instigator" would do, it is actually the devil's specialty.

He did this in the Northern Continent and in the Southern Continent. After he did it several times in the Northern Continent, he was hunted down by the Church for hundreds of years. Fortunately, during the first few hundred years after the new sea route was opened, the Southern Continent was full of pagans, and the Orthodox Church finally stopped caring about his misbehavior.

"In fact, there should be a sequence called 'Instigator' for demons or hunters." Edward thought with the mentality of adding bricks and tiles to professional courses, "Otherwise, some inferior Beyonders rely entirely on potions to improve their intelligence, which is not good for potions and channels."

There was nothing to kill time in this city, and the newspaper in his hand was bought from another city.

Edward was bored and had to concentrate on waiting for the task to complete itself.

They waited for a very long time. Near the afternoon, a series of brisk footsteps were heard, as if a small wooden object was colliding quickly on the ground.

Edward turned his head to look to the side and behind him, and saw a little wooden man running towards him from a distance with a small backpack tied to his back.

It first hid behind a gas lamp pole in the distance, and after a person on the road passed by, it used its hands and feet to crawl into the shadow under the bench, and finally climbed along the legs of the bench onto the seat and sat down.

"Where are your clothes?" Edward asked casually.

The little wooden man took off his backpack, took out a small piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote quickly with both hands:
"Take a nap in your room."

"Just don't get caught." Edward said again, "Is there a new demigod here?"

The little wooden man took out an eraser, erased the previous writing, and quickly wrote: "It's a general, seems to be very famous, but he will leave after a few days."

"Now that you're here, don't leave. Otherwise, it will seem that I haven't treated you well enough." Edward nonchalantly pronounced the death sentence on Amyrius. "What have you gained during this time?"

The little wooden man held the pencil, which was almost as tall as himself, and thought for a while, then wrote a long paragraph:
"I now control all the soldiers together. My friend Alfred likes to write letters to his sister. The old governor made millions of pounds through human trade and is now preparing to return home. Someone tried to assassinate him some time ago but failed. He wants to escape tonight. General Negan prefers green tea to coffee. The last living person in the Orthodox Church was also killed by the Spiritual Cult last night."

"Sure enough, the churches here have all been put on alert. No wonder that guy insisted that the Spiritual Cult did not want to negotiate."

Edward quickly forgot the Southern Continent general who had spoken to him before. Keeping this little guy who would not survive today in his mind would only take up memory. "Have you contacted the Spiritual Cult?"

The little wooden man took a full thirty seconds to erase the words, and the small piece of paper was already wrinkled.

"No," it read. "The military zone is under martial law. No chance. I tried to negotiate with the Spiritual Cult, but they seemed more interested in arresting me."

Edward nodded: "Then do you know what you are going to do today?"

"Participating in the riot?"

"Almost." Edward thought for a moment, but found that he had deleted the information of several important characters just now. He could only say, "You are a subordinate of the new one, right? If the original one starts to make a move, you should curse the new one in his ear. It would be best if he gets so angry that he explodes on the spot, and then both of you die together."

The little wooden man's head shook up and down greatly, and wrote a sentence:

"Civil unrest in the colony, officers died suddenly, and the Spiritual Cult officially moved in. How pleasant to hear!"

"Well said." Edward praised, "Go back and prepare."

……

During the day, Klein changed his clothes with Cynthia's help and enjoyed a hearty breakfast. Then he took a carriage and entered the Oravi Naval Base surrounded by the general's guards.

In the morning, accompanied by brigadiers and colonels, he inspected the condition of the ships, the ammunition stocks, visited the newly built training ground, the toilet paper that cost one pound a roll, and the bathhouse that had been repaired twenty times in the past year.

After having lunch at the Navy cafeteria, Klein summoned officers above the rank of major to listen to their reports according to the schedule.

At the end, Klein flipped a few pages of his black leather notebook and read out the report drafted by the secretary and revised by the admiral in the tone of a Loen noble. He also added some "connecting words" and "idioms" based on the actual situation and Amyrius's word usage habits, such as "There are a few more points below" and "I will say a few more points."

It was already evening when the meeting ended. Accompanied by Secretary Lueran, Klein left the Oravi base and went to a naval agent's residence for a dinner.

During the dinner, they chatted about the price fluctuations of supplies at the port. Klein imitated Admiral Amyrius and told an outdated Backlund joke from time to time, which attracted enthusiastic responses from everyone. They all praised the Admiral for his humor.

After successfully performing until the end of the banquet, Klein boarded the carriage and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

“I have to be careful about my words and behavior every minute of every second. Acting out a real life role for a day is more tiring than fighting a pirate general…” Klein exhaled silently, half-closing his eyes with an expressionless expression.

He knew that the most difficult stage of the day was not over yet!

Then I have to deal with Cynthia!

Night falls.

Inside the villa, Cynthia learned from the waiter who went out to inquire that Admiral Amyrius would be returning soon.
She quietly returned to the bedroom, took off the small black rhino horn-like pendant, scraped off some powder with a metal sheet, and mixed it into the hot water in the white glazed porcelain teacup.

She silently chanted the name of "Tree of Desire" seven times and waited for dozens of seconds. Then she picked up the teacup hopefully and drank it all.

She was looking forward to being able to do something. Her family and parents hoped that she could be pregnant with the general's blood, and preferably give birth to a child, so that her family could obtain more share agency of the Zhongsonia Company.

However, Miss Cynthia's wish was once again dashed. Klein used the power of the Faceless Man to pinch out many wriggling buds on his arm, and rejected her on the grounds that he was not in the right state today and needed to calm down.

She returned to her bedroom dazed and worried, with nothing else to think about but lying down to rest.

She vaguely felt her stomach and body were a little hot, and in her dream she seemed to see a dark night sky dotted with bright stars.

One of them seemed to sense her gaze and shone even brighter.

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Edward, who was sleeping on the bench with a newspaper covering his face, suddenly woke up.

He took the newspaper off his face and looked at the night sky suspiciously. After a while, he felt sleepy and yawned.

"...Who is it? Who is staying up late at night to pray to the outer gods?" Edward yawned and tears came out. He squinted his eyes and took out his glasses from his pocket. He stared at the sky for a while, then looked at the red moon in the distance.

He did not notice the faint prayer, but the power returned from the high-level existence outside the barrier awakened him. He was already very familiar with this method of sneaking in. After all, when other Outer Gods were still trying to slip small notes into the earth through the holes in the barrier, he had already bravely run in through the crack in the door.

After running in, he hung an alarm directly on the crack of the door and was extremely vigilant about all channels that could contact the starry sky to prevent other of the same kind from sneaking in and stealing food.

However, these channels are not needed most of the time, after all, the Kingdom of the Seven Gods also blocks these cracks.

"No doubt about it. That must be the Mother Tree of Desire. The spirit of the Fallen Mother Goddess is not like that."

"The prayer was not of high status, but it was answered very accurately..." He felt a little amused: "Could it be that because I was about to punch Suea, the mother tree wanted to find another follower? This shouldn't be the case. The high sacrifice from next year was brought forward to this year, isn't it just to make Suea stronger so that he can guard against me?"

"Since you want to cause trouble for me, you should know that I will fight back."

His voice suddenly turned cold, becoming gloomy, eerie, and emotionless.

He cut his wrist, and a few drops of blood fell on the ground. Instead of seeping downwards immediately, several blood beads gathered in the middle in a very strange way and then merged together.

“The region where the source of answered prayers is located.”

It was a bit of a stretch to use the personhood of the true God and the blood of angels as a medium to divine who the Mother Tree of Desire had blessed. If he wanted to find that person accurately, he had to at least let his Starry Sky self temporarily wake up from his slumber, open his eyes, share his personhood, and participate in this divination.

But that would make a lot of noise and would definitely leave traces. And I wanted Aldera's destruction to look completely natural, seamless, and without any influence from any high-level spiritual power.

Therefore, He skillfully started from the lowly people praying and searched for the source.

The few drops of blood on the ground surged and twisted, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering, and finally turned into a scattered puzzle.

The Outer God took out the map and carefully identified the features and distances of these figures. After comparison, he found that this was a map of a small colonial island called Oravi Island in the east of the Rorsted Archipelago.

The prayer just now came from this archipelago.

He noted the approximate location, and his body gradually disappeared, hiding in his own kingdom of God. His blood evaporated from the ground, leaving no trace of mysticism.

His figure appeared in a deserted ruin, closed his eyes, silently chanted his own name, released the spirit restricted by the container, and eliminated his own form. Then he let it rise, rise, beyond the chaotic and abstract sky, and reach the edge of the barrier that was already leaking air everywhere.

Then he stretched out his shapeless "hand" to touch the end of the cluster of senses extending from his body.

His consciousness temporarily established a connection with his original body, and his body in the Kingdom of God was disconnected, becoming a quiet puppet.

The vast ocean of thought welcomed the return of this river, and the desire and joy of reunion overwhelmed all emotions. The huge mythical creature entrenched on the cold sun slowly woke up from its deathly slumber, its hideous limbs moved imperceptibly, growing like a huge network, and its fluttering branches swayed slightly.

The main body has not fully revived, only the huge crooked eyes on the torso opened and turned, looking in the direction of the earth, confirming the coordinates that just appeared in his mind.

The tentacles of the branches that were swaying randomly in hibernation had captured countless meteorites and asteroids, and one of them was released silently. A cyan spiritual light flowed on the surface of the meteorite, and it quietly, quietly broke away from control and flew towards the earth.

After all this was done, the connection was broken and the spirit fell into dormancy again, or perhaps never fully awakened.

Within a few seconds, consciousness returned to the container on Earth. The meteorite, carrying the curse of decay and death, moved forward in the cold and dark universe, speeding up and turning into a meteor that kept approaching.

In the desolate kingdom of God, Edward's head shook violently, and then he immediately raised it up, like a student who woke up from a sleep in class. He looked around, and the image of the kingdom of God began to change, turning into a blood-red sky, a black earth, and a world full of bones and fog.

"Very good. I think I can give the Mother Tree of Desire a surprise tomorrow."

Edward looked up at the sky in the distance, chuckled, and returned to the real world.

As soon as he came back, he immediately heard a lot of chaotic noises. Edward was sitting on a bench. In front of him were soldiers fighting, behind him were people fleeing, and in the distance were a number of stiff bodies watching.

Edward watched for a while, and a soldier running past Him with a gun suddenly turned around and gestured "OK" to Him.

During these few hours, one of the spiritual lights in the Governor's Palace disappeared. Combined with the sound of waves that seemed to be right next to my ears, the branch-like lightning in the sky, and the laws in the city, it seemed that there should be still one alive.

"More impatient than I thought, but it's not surprising. After all, it's me who's here."

Even a little bit of ordinary disgust can be magnified to the level of blood feud and hatred in an instant.

"...You're doing great. I guess I just need to watch."

The gunfire became more and more chaotic. The soldiers had forgotten that they were actually compatriots from the same country or even the same army. They only remembered hatred and anger. They fought desperately like enemies, trying to kill each other with guns, knives, fists and teeth. More and more people died. The bodies lying on the ground opened their eyes again not long after. They were dead and stared numbly at the living humans who were still fighting.

No matter whether you were a civilian, a beggar, a slave or a soldier in life, you will look at the world of the living with the same eyes after you die.

The light of the gas street lamp was disturbed, flickering, and the light became dimmer and dimmer. At the junction of light and darkness, shadows of different shapes were waiting for an opportunity to move and fall into the corpses on the ground, while the soldiers who were fighting were unaware.

The Spiritual Cult took the opportunity to cross the defense line.

When the last man on the block fell, the gaslight went out completely.

Under the bloody moonlight, the incomplete people stood up one after another and walked towards the city center.

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In the Governor's Mansion, General Negan's body fell in the corner of the corridor, his eyes wide open, his expression ferocious, and his extraordinary characteristics had already emerged.

An inconspicuous servant came skipping over, looking at the extraordinary characteristics with envy for a long time, but still resisted the urge to reach out for it.

He put the knife into his pocket, wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, and paid attention to the movements around him.

The first four floors were very quiet. He went up to the fifth floor and pushed open a door. A somewhat fat man hiding in the shadow of the room saw the door opened and crawled to the corner of the room in fear.

The servant asked, "Who are you?"

When the person hiding inside heard this, he plucked up the courage to stick his head out to take a look. Seeing that it was a servant, he immediately became bolder.

"I'm the former governor!" the obese Mr. Thomas shouted loudly, using the volume to reduce the fear in his heart. He squirmed out quickly and did not get stuck in the narrow gaps of the furniture along the way. "Do you know a safe way? Take me out quickly!"

"Former governor?" The servant tilted his head and thought for a moment, then took out a knife from his pocket and walked over.

The former governor's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he quickly backed away, knocking over furniture.

After a moment, a scream that was blocked in the throat was heard, and the servant came out, closed the door, with some blood on his hands and body.

Finally, after cleaning up the place, the servant jumped downstairs again, walked to the outskirts of the garden, and then hid by the wall. The native general suddenly killed people, and now there is no one alive in the governor's mansion. Those who are still able to fight have gone to escort the governor to escape.

Thunder and lightning and waves continued to appear in the garden, and then canceled each other out under one law after another. He watched the two demigods confronting each other without blinking, like an extraordinary surveillance camera.

A corpse appeared silently beside the servant. He stared at the servant with his dead eyes, and then cast his gaze on the two demigods.

TBC
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

I'll try to update more during the Mid-Autumn Festival... If it's not out by 6:30, I'll have failed.

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