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

Chapter 216 Ending
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When Klein successfully took his reward and flew away, in Intis, the northern continent with a time difference of only one hour, the young "War Bishop" Trena was sitting at his workstation.

He had a cigarette in his hand and another behind his ear. Unnecessary documents were burning in a metal trash can, and the luxurious office looked like a heavenly palace.

Faced with numerous messy documents, he looked serious and frowned, and one could tell at a glance that he was definitely dealing with important intelligence.

This made Chief Medici, who loved to exploit his employees and arrived late at eleven o'clock, very satisfied. He walked over to Trenor and wanted to improvise a few words of encouragement, but found that the other party was playing Go with him.

Medici sneered: "The Iron Cross will pay you just to let you come here and slack off? You didn't even wait for me to come and join us?"

"Hey, good morning, boss." Treanor turned his head perfunctorily and leaned back tactically. "I thought you had to wait until lunch to come."

"So you brought something?" Medici looked at him.

Traynor pulled a steaming pancake from his pocket:

"Intis Palace specialty snack, crayfish pancakes with pork tenderloin and lettuce in the middle. The taste is still being adjusted. It's a new product developed by the food company I invested in. It's currently selling very well in Loen. I made one for you to try."

Medici took the delicious food with great interest: "Why add fruit after the pancake?"

"I don't know. It's Emperor Roselle's weird hobby."

After seeing so many foods that were similar to the Aurora Club, this normal pancake looked particularly precious. Medici was not shy and tore open the wax paper wrapper and took a big bite.

"fragrant."

After chewing it carefully for half a minute, Medici praised, "It's mainly the sauce. The lobster is cooked very well. I'm very satisfied with your contribution. Pass it on. This will be the employee meal for the Iron Cross this month."

"They must be tired of eating the wafer, indeed."

Trena was not surprised at all. He wrote down the order and prepared to go back and talk to the Demon Family about Intis' supply.

"I heard that Tang En submitted a document overnight."

Medici hooked a chair with his foot and sat down carelessly: "Are you interested?"

"I'm curious about what kind of intelligence can make Tang En work in the middle of the night. He prefers to spend his time on women and wine rather than work." Treanor said, "I'm afraid the charm of the Red Angel alone won't work."

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

The red angel, whose charm could not impress the slacking hunter, smiled and said disapprovingly:
"It means that the Restoration Society has finally succeeded once, but this kind of thing cannot be ignored in an environment as tense as now."

"Restoration, Pale Queen?" The hunter who still controlled the lifeline of several arms businesses in the Southern Continent understood. It seemed that his factory assembly line should work overtime in advance. "Do you think Loen will take the opportunity to suppress the restoration movement in the Southern Continent?"

Medici laughed disdainfully:
"Maybe. King Rune is probably secretly happy about this."

"Since last year, there have been continuous demonstrations in the country, calls for opposition to the new bill, and protests against industry. It was only after the heavy smog at the end of the year that things calmed down a bit. Emotions were suppressed. Now that something has happened in the colonies, I'm afraid that most citizens will immediately vent their anger and unite to face the outside world."

"There are two fuses now, one is the Southern Continent, and the other is Feysac."

Treanor said, "I am not interested in the flashpoint of the war. I just want to know the position of the Iron Cross."

Medici picked up a stick from the ground and pointed to the world map hanging on the wall.

"Where is this?"

"Intis."

"beat."

Soran immediately jumped out: "Medici, what the hell are you talking about?!"

Medici pretended to be surprised: "Soran, what the hell do you have to worry about? There are only a few people left in your family, are you afraid of their death?"

He ignored Sauron's reaction and pointed his stick again:
"Where is this?"

“…Feysac.”

"beat!"

Einhorn did not come out, and Soran continued to curse.

"What about here?"

"Roon."

"beat!"

"...What about Renburg and Feynaporte?"

"beat!"

Traynor: ...

Treanor raised his hand: "I think I understand. The Iron Cross's position is to have no position. They act according to circumstances and their abilities. They fight whoever they see and run away after the fight. They want to make the war as chaotic as possible?"

"That's about it." Medici said, "We don't attack the Southern Continent. We need the Southern Continent to help stir up trouble."

"I thought this war would be related to your godhood ceremony."

"I can't even find my uniqueness, how can I become a god?" Medici snorted. "As for the deification ceremony... it's not surprising that you think so. Most people think that I will take advantage of the chaos to complete the ceremony, so the Iron Cross cannot take sides and must try not to take sides."

"The hunter's godhood ceremony is very simple. At least for me, it's not difficult."

Traynor was curious: "So what is the ritual?"

"Start a war that sweeps across the continent and achieve a certain victory." Medici said casually.

Initiate... In other words, this is Feysac's goal? If it is not initiated by Feysac, this war will be no different from previous wars for the Einhorn family... Perhaps they have retained a "conqueror" and want to complete the godhood ceremony?
So will King George III of Rune do anything to stop it?

If George III chooses to declare war on the colonies first, then even if the Feysac Empire takes emergency measures, the two important conditions of "initiating" and "sweeping the continent" will no longer exist, and it cannot be used as a ceremony for becoming a god!
The Iron Cross's policy of fighting anyone it meets is, in a sense, interfering with the requirement of "certain victory".

In other words, the Iron Cross supported Rune in starting the war first.

However, the morale of the Kingdom of Loen was low, and it seemed that they were unable to complete this task, so the initiative fell back into Feysac's hands.

This war is really complicated, but it becomes very simple once you think it through.

"Long before your ancestors were born, I had already traveled across this continent and completed the ritual of becoming a god countless times."

After saying this, Treanor thought for a moment and said, "This is good. It will make it easier for me to sell arms."

Medici was not surprised that he did not receive the admiration and praise he wanted. He smiled and said, "As a hunter, are you only thinking about making money by dealing in arms?"

“Isn’t money good?” Trena glanced at Medici in confusion. “Everyone needs money. With a reward, these pieces of paper and metal can make most of the Beyonders I don’t know obey my orders. I can even command those who are stronger than me.”

Then he sighed:
"Really? When will countries tighten controls on bullets and explosives? Even if they just step up efforts to ban wild Beyonder gatherings, that would be fine. There are too many spiritual weapons circulating in secret gatherings. Guns and ammunition are everywhere, and even ordinary wealthy people are willing to buy them in large quantities."

"Relaxed weapons control is a good thing. At least the police department can make money from illegal gun possession." Medici yawned and had no interest in such topics.

"This is different."

Treanor said, "The situation in Loen has been unstable for a long time. You need guns for assassination and self-protection. I sold a lot of inventory last year. The internal division is a good opportunity to make money. The loose control of weapons has made me lose my monopoly advantage."

His expression was quite serious, as if he was disgusted from the bottom of his heart by the lax weapons control in various countries and the church's indulgence in wild Beyonders.

Medici understood immediately, but he was still not very interested, so he changed the subject:
"You will be able to withdraw the seal soon, but I suggest you don't do it."

"You seem to know something."

You kid, you are the one who is needed, and the leader is the one who is not needed, right? Medici sneered in his heart, and praised this hunter-style practical spirit very much, so he said:

"You will have a chance to know those things later."

Medici chose to deceive. If he said, "You are not qualified enough," the Sequence 3 Saint Trena, who could normally listen to the knowledge of the True God level, should have realized that the True God might not be finished yet. "Is this your promise, or a prophecy?"

“If it comes true, it’s a prophecy.”

Treanor didn't believe it: "When did we hunters have the authority to predict the future?"

"Does it matter to you what your past fears were?" Medici said. "Your father is a monster anyway."

"..."

Traynor tactically retreated: "You are right."

"By the way, are you interested in helping me with something?" Medici suddenly thought of someone. "A kid I've known for a long time came to me and said he seemed to be in some trouble."

"On a business trip?" Treanor shook his head. "Not interested."

"I guessed you wouldn't go," Medici said, "so let him solve it himself."

461
Having returned to Bayam, Klein changed his face and clothes several times to eliminate traces, and finally hid in a hotel.

This hotel was close to the hospital where he volunteered, perfect for hiding while he digested the last bit of the potion.

Familiar streets, familiar scenes, and identities brought back Klein's memories. He suddenly thought of Ms. Intis, who had suddenly appeared and disappeared, and was suspected to be a powerful person of Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 of the "Sun" pathway.

"Actually, during this period of time, I am not completely unable to use the identity of 'German Sparrow'."

Klein pondered.

"I can go and hunt pirates in secret and get the bounty. After all, it is almost a consensus that Gehrman Sparrow has the ability to disguise himself as someone else. I can take advantage of this consensus and use the inertia of escaping and hiding to appear."

"But I must control the degree and not be too blatant. I must be a hunter in the dark..."

He thought again of the "psychiatrist" in "The Creeping Hunger". He had promised to sell the "psychiatrist" to Miss Audrey for a long time, but until now he still had not found a replacement.

Now you can consider taking action.

Just as he was thinking, the world in front of him suddenly became colorful and a figure appeared in front of him.

Azik Eggers came to the single room of the hotel and smiled gently at Klein:
"Sorry, I was going to reply, but something delayed me."

"Then I heard the news you passed on, so I thought I might as well come directly to you."

Klein smiled. Mr. Azik was one of the few people he could trust. He quickly asked him to sit down and asked:

"Did you encounter any emergency?"

Azik Eggers closed his eyes and said in a reminiscent tone:

"Not long after the Black Death you mentioned was destroyed, I followed the information you gave me and found a member of the Witch Cult. She knew me, and I thought we would fight, but she was willing to provide the Witch Cult's documents related to the God of Death so that I could leave."

"Perhaps it was because the memories I recovered exceeded the limit my body could bear. I slept for several days before I adapted."

Klein nodded: "So that's how it is..."

"Anyway, nothing dangerous happened, and I successfully recovered many of my memories."

Azik poured himself a glass of water and got down to business:
"In our last communication, you asked me for information about the 'Parasite'. Now that I have regained my memory, I can give you the answer."

"What you described is indeed consistent with the characteristics of the 'Thief' pathway. Their corresponding Sequence 4 is called 'Parasite'. From this level up, they all have the extraordinary ability to parasitize other people's bodies."

"As far as I know, there are two forms of 'parasitism':
"One is elementary. The 'parasite' uses the 'host' to hide itself, prolong its life, and recover from injuries. It can see everything the 'host' sees and hear everything the 'host' hears, but it cannot interfere with the 'host's' thinking or steal his ideas. Therefore, if the 'host' wants to communicate with the 'parasite', it must speak actively;"

"The other is complete control, where the spirits of the 'parasite' and the 'host' are almost fused together, knowing his thoughts and intentions, and being able to actively take over the body."

"When facing the first type of 'parasitism', you can remind the 'host' through dreams, subconscious dialogue, etc. There is no need to worry about being discovered, because the 'parasite' must rely on the 'host's' senses to perceive things around it."

"In the second state, there is no way to bypass the dialogue between the 'parasite' and the 'host', but there is a chance to eliminate it. That depends on the object of the 'host's' faith. It is difficult for me to describe this to you accurately. I can only tell you that when you open your heart and pray, the object of faith can discover the existence of the 'parasite' and give feedback through certain rituals to complete the separation or elimination."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that the 'host' itself does not know what will happen. Otherwise, the 'parasite' will definitely be alert and try to stop it..."

After hearing Azik's words, Klein immediately understood many things.

Isn't the following situation the same as what happened to the little "Sun" when he encountered Amon? He prayed to me in a daze, and I saw the existence of Amon's clone. Then I concealed my purpose and taught him the secret ceremony, thereby purifying the "parasite"... Klein suddenly had a deeper understanding of the previous incident.

However, I currently have no way of confirming what state the poet is in.

When he was in Tingen, he would occasionally talk to himself, which might be a manifestation of the first type of parasitism, but the problem was that it had been several months, and the "parasite" might have already achieved full control.

There was no member of the Tarot Club who was suitable to test Leonard. The Hanged Man and the Hermit were far away at sea. The Sun had no access to the outside world. Miss Justice was suitable, but she had a special identity and should not have too many interactions with a Red Glove. The Moon was a vampire and was not suitable to handle this matter. The Magician and her friends were in Backlund, but their sequences were too low to deal with the powerful Parasite...

Among the people he knew, Sharon was the best at doing this kind of covert work. Maybe he could try to contact her, but he might not be able to do so.

Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He thought that Leonard was an elite "Red Glove" among the Night Watchmen, and that he was being watched by senior deacons and the church. The "parasite" would not dare to cause any trouble in the short term. So he decided to temporarily suppress this issue and wait until he had the right helper.

Maybe after I digest the potion, I will go to the east of the Sonia Sea to find the mermaid, complete the promotion, and then return to Backlund to do it myself... The experienced Klein no longer hesitated and made a quick decision.

Then, Klein took out the copper whistle from his pocket and said to Azik:

"Mr. Azik, after resisting that strange strong man for two seconds, the copper whistle began to crack."

"I'm sorry for damaging the item you gave me. Is there any way to restore it?"

Azik, who had originally had a relatively relaxed expression, frowned immediately after seeing the crack on the copper whistle. Although he had already guessed it when he saw the snake-tailed demigod who came to deliver the message, such a large scar still surprised him.

He picked up the copper whistle with a solemn expression, a pale flame burned in his hand, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

Azik stared at the copper whistle, and when the flame slowly died down, he found that the crack was still there, without any change.

"The copper whistle is an item related to my father. As far as I can remember, it has never been damaged this badly."

Nothing could damage an item comparable to a Level 0 Sealed Artifact so badly, just like Klein couldn't imagine 0-08 being broken.

"Since it can still be used, it can still be repaired."

He turned the whistle over and over again, looking at it uncertainly:
"I have a way to repair it in my memory, but in this case, I will have to seek help from the Spiritual Cult... No, that's not right. I should seek help from the Kingdom of Loen. The Pale Crown is kept in the National Museum of Loen."

Azik's expression suddenly turned ugly.

"There is another way... Use the brass from the 'Sunken Laurel' to forge a new one, but transferring the legion requires the authority of the 'Consul' or even the 'Emperor'. I can't repair it now..."

Klein saw that something was wrong and asked tentatively:

“What will happen if it’s not repaired?”

Azik hesitated for a moment, pointed at the crack and said:

"You should have seen the spirits summoned in this situation. They have the same damage as the copper whistle."

"Yes."

"This crack has destroyed the structure of the copper whistle. Although I can't see it, I can feel that the spirituality of the copper whistle is slowly draining away. If it is not repaired, the copper whistle will be destroyed due to the loss of spirituality, and all the spirits that rely on the copper whistle will perish with it."

At that time, the Pale Legion will no longer exist.

TBC
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Conan real wine article. Cool!

The image of decline in my mind is becoming more and more like Brother Gin.

(End of this chapter)