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

Chapter 224 Follow Destiny
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Stifer, who is nearly three meters tall, is not noticeable in Silver City.

In a corner of the treatment center, after the newborn baby left the delivery room, He carefully collected several drops of the angel's umbilical cord blood.

The blood of these mythical creatures has extremely strong spirituality. If no one handles it, everyone in the treatment center will go crazy, lose control and die when Ouroboros is born. Stifel stopped all this and only let a part of the spirituality overflow, creating a small-scale "restart" in the City of Silver, allowing most people in poor condition to recover to a certain moment of their best condition.

The next step was to take Ouroboros away. He believed that Colin Iliad could understand his actions and cover for him. The City of Silver had already been favored by the angels, and the Lord had already descended to the earth. He should not ask for more. He should continue to practice pious and asceticism, and he would be saved one day.

About an hour later, Mr. Skold returned to the ward with the child and handed the child to his wife. His wife, who had just recovered some strength, held the child happily, and kept saying "Thank God" and "Thank you".

"It is really you, my dear child..."

Mrs. Scott hugged the little angel tightly in the swaddling clothes. This child, whose white afterbirth had been washed off and whose skin had begun to turn red, came into the world with blood stains from baptism all over his body. The soft swaddling clothes still had a light smell of leather. He was born to a pious and ordinary mother, and one day he would return to heaven.

Over a long period of time, He had many names: Ouroboros, Serpent of Fate, Tail Swallower, Mercury Serpent, Angel of Fate. These names flowed along with the long river of history and fate and never changed. But only this time, He did not tell his parents his real name in time, so he also had a nickname that represented his mortal nature - his parents called him Uno.

Steve stood among the doctors. No one noticed this strange old man. They subconsciously regarded him as an elderly and kind man who came to congratulate them like everyone else.

The pain of separation between mother and child is short, and life is equally short.

As long as they are believers in the Lord, they will be reunited in the Kingdom of God.

Time passed slowly. He watched these believers send blessings to the angel, and hoped that this messenger of the Lord could bring a little more hope to the future of Silver City. He watched the red and slightly wrinkled baby sleeping peacefully under the care of the doctor and his parents with the reserve and stability of an angel. The frequency of lightning in the sky gradually decreased, and the doctors quickly went to work on other matters. The small ward became quiet.

Ouroboros had been sleeping, as if he had completely relaxed after opening his eyes and taking in the surroundings.

Mrs. Scudder was already asleep, with the baby's swaddle placed in a small cradle beside her. She lay on her side, holding the baby's hand and fell asleep.

Mr. Skold, who was accompanying the patient nearby, was sitting on the family member's small bed when he suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of sleepiness. His eyelids seemed to be covered with glue. He nodded his head slowly and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The candlesticks in the ward burned slowly.

Stephen emerged from the shadows and bowed briefly to the young couple, thanking them for giving birth to the angel.

Then He approached the small cradle, which was as new as a swaddling cloth, and bent His hunched back.

"Your Majesty, the Honorable Angel of Destiny." Stiver said respectfully, "I am here to greet you."

Ouroboros slept peacefully, his limbs as thick as lotus roots stretched out comfortably in the clean and warm cradle.

Stifel added, “The Lord has come and asked me to take you to Him.”

Ouroboros moved, and turned over, leaving a small back to the Angel of the Word.

Stifer was somewhat confused. He took a step forward and spoke again tentatively: "If you have no objection, I will do it for you and send you out of the East Continent."

In order to resist the "Wish Wolf" Kotar, Stifel cannot leave the God-forsaken Land at will.

But as long as there is a sufficient reason, He can also leave the God-forsaken land, go out for a walk and then come back.

Ouroboros stopped moving again. Stifton felt that he did not know the Angel of Fate well enough to read the deep meaning of fate from the other party's seemingly simple but actually implied foreshadowing actions. This was indeed a disqualification.

Stifel, who was in a dilemma, chose to take a step forward and picked up little Ouroboros from the cradle. However, Stifel's eyes suddenly became blurry, and he seemed to see a pair of blood-red snake pupils opening in front of him. He began to move backwards, put Ouroboros back into the cradle, and performed this bending action twelve times in a confused state.

After twelve times, a drop of cold sweat ran down Stiver's forehead.

He looked at Ouroboros who was facing away from him again in the cradle, and felt as if he finally understood the meaning of fate.

Then, the Angel of the Word bowed to Ouroboros again, then slowly left the room and closed the door.

……

Backlund, Faye Manor.

A few minutes later, Stifel's prayer reached the ears of the True Creator. The True Creator imagined the scene and felt a little surprised:

"Ouroboros doesn't want to leave the God-forsaken Land?"

"Normally, He would not refuse to come to my side. What is He waiting for in the God-forsaken Land this time?"

He pondered for a moment and responded to Stifel:
"nothing."

"He has His reasons." If He wants to stay, then He can stay.

Soon, the prayer of the Holy Word Angel was heard again, and the prayer scene had changed from a city with houses to a dark suburb:
"I obey your oracle."

"I will continue to stay outside the city and protect the believers of Silver City."

If Ouroboros thought it was worth staying there, then something would definitely happen in the City of Silver in the future. The words "God-forsaken Land" and "something went wrong" were linked together, and the first thing the True Creator thought of was that he had negotiated a deal with Edward in order to get the Witch of Despair, and finally agreed to the Outer Gods to let Him go to the God-forsaken Land for a visit.

Since this condition was much simpler than that of the "Bound God" and "Shea", and the God-Forsaken Land was basically his kingdom, if other gods wanted to visit his kingdom, it would be like putting their lives in the hands of other gods. The true creator weighed the options and agreed, but Ouroboros's reaction made him feel a little uneasy, as if there was some conspiracy of the outer gods behind this.

"But it may not be the business of the Outer Gods..."

The True Creator carefully recalled the events of the past few months and discovered that there were still many involvements with the God-forsaken Land.

“If Klein Moretti accepts my funding in the future, he will definitely go to the God-Forsaken Land to build momentum for The Fool.”

"Also, there has been no news from the pilgrim team led by the 'Black Saint' who disappeared in the ruins of the God War last year. This year's pilgrimage will begin again in a few months. It's hard to say what Ouroboros is waiting for."

Speaking of Klein Moretti—oh, his current name should be German Sparrow.

The True Creator still remembered the incident in the island of Oravi where he faced two or even three Outer Gods. The Mother Tree of Desire attracted the Decayed King, and then Klein, who happened to be caught in the middle, chose to throw out the spiritual items contaminated by Mr. Men, the Fallen Mother Goddess, and use Outer Gods to fight Outer Gods. What kind of audacity and strategic genius was this? Anyway, the True Creator was shocked.

The news of General Amyrius Levitt's death was also reported back to the country. The cause of death is still under investigation, but according to the channels of the real Creator, He learned that Admiral Amyrius seemed to have some strange traces of pollution. Obviously, the "Amyrius" attacked by the Mother Tree of Desire was Gehrman Sparrow, but the real Admiral Amyrius who was far away at the Mid-Range Island Naval Base also had traces of the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire on his body. This is really an intriguing thing.

Fortunately, the pollution, the base ruins and the survivors' testimonies all matched up. Although it was a little bizarre, the truth that was finally revealed was -

Admiral Amyrius Levitt secretly traveled to Mid-Range Island after the contamination (attack) on Oravi, and died there.

This is the official answer.

But secretly, the official wanted poster for German Sparrow had been quietly posted on Bayam and Olawi.

A demigod died unexpectedly and the governor was suspended. If no one takes over, the Levitt family will probably gradually decline.

However, the True Creator was not interested in Backlund's politics. According to the report from the Aurora Messenger who was still at sea, someone suspected to be German Sparrow was volunteering at the charity hospital, playing the role of the Faceless Man and digesting magic potions.

The real Creator asked the messenger to confirm again and again that he was really doing volunteer work and was really providing hospice care to patients, and was not pretending to be a certain patient and gaining progress in potion digestion by acting out their dying moments.

After some observation reports, the True Creator became more and more satisfied with Klein.

The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that Klein Moretti was still unwilling to face up to his own identity and was unwilling to accept help.

477
mid March.

The Dark Saint Xesma went on a business trip as planned, heading to a small city in the southern continent to discuss this year's business with the Pilgrimage Sect.

Xesma was teleported directly through the spirit world to the outskirts of the small town. The temperature was gradually warming up, and he could see that the residents of the town had already started sowing seeds. People with bronze skin were pushing heavy carts full of grain towards the public bakery in the city.

There are also children who go to the nearby primary school after finishing their farm work. Most people in the city have smiling faces. This place is on the edge of a large colonial city, a little backward and poor, without even gas street lights, but also less regulated.

What's more, due to the success of the Pale Queen, all countries have begun to intensify their exploitation of their colonies, making it even more precious to see such a scene.

However, Xesma's focus was not on the food and residents. He walked quickly into the city. His fair skin and exquisite clothes aroused the curiosity of the residents. It was just curiosity and envy, but not the fear and vigilance that most of the natives had when they saw the superior people.

He found Richard Ernst in a factory.

In the southern continent where the average height is less than 1.7 meters, this angel's height makes him instantly recognizable wherever he goes.

Richard was helping the workers select high-quality seeds, and occasionally helped push a cart and carry a few bags of grain. He noticed Kosma as soon as he entered the city, but he did not stop his work, and even sped up.

Xesma did not dare to disturb the angel, so he stood outside the door and waited for more than an hour.

When it was almost time for lunch, Richard finally finished the work in his hands. He pulled down his sleeves, walked to the door, and greeted the Dark Saint eagerly: "Would you like to try the tortillas and barbecue in the city?"

Kosma wanted to refuse at first, but finally nodded.

Soon, they each took their packaged food and sauces and sat on two boxes on the roadside.

"What's happening this year?" Richard asked.

Kosma sniffed the dulce de leche, took a bite of the tortilla, and answered as clearly as he could:

“We want to know the benefits of the improved wheat seeds you have.”

"I knew it."

Richard took the bread and said to Kesma while greeting passers-by: "This batch of seeds is very good, so good that I want to post its yield curve on the door of the Church of Mother Earth."

"We have offered harvest sacrifices, but this is all we got!"

"The first batch of wheat seeds achieved a perfect 40% increase in yield per acre, but the yield of the second batch of seeds was higher, and then it began to decline. It was not stable. It should be necessary to improve and breed each batch. Since the breeder was not here, we had to try planting it ourselves and study it slowly."

"Now the increase in production has stabilized at 25%."

Looking at the city, Richard was a little proud: "Increased food production can quickly improve people's enthusiasm for work and living standards. As long as I succeed here, I will slowly spread these seeds to other cities."

Kesma asked, "Are there any seeds left from the first batch?"

Richard shook his head. "I'm sorry, my seeds were given to me by a friend. I don't have the right to sell them."

"Then we want to order a batch of wheat," Kesma said, looking at the street, "and buy the surplus from this batch."

Richard did not refuse: "Just buy it at the market price, and don't ask me when doing business with the residents. In addition, if you really want to buy it, I hope you can try your best to control the information about this high-yield wheat."

Of course, Kesma knew the interests involved and agreed immediately.

"Also, there is one more thing."

Richard thought for a moment and asked:
"Have you in the Northern Continent been paying attention to the developments of the Rose School recently?"

"During this period, the Rose School of Thought in the Northern Continent has been very strange. They have all become extremely radical, but there are subtle differences in what they have done." Kosma had done his homework early on. How could he not pay attention to the intelligence of the Rose School before meeting the "Angel of Temperance"? "They have done a lot of things in the city, causing panic and attracting the attention of the church, but it's very strange - they all claim to have received the oracle of the 'God', but the things they did were to hinder each other, and they never succeeded once."

Richard nodded.

"A similar thing is happening in the southern continent. Two voices are emerging in the Rose School at the same time. One is to offer more sacrifices to Su'a, and the other is that Su'a claims to be self-isolating and practicing asceticism for a period of time. The situation is very chaotic."

"Here in Suea." The angel of temperance pointed to his temple, "I'm afraid there's a problem again."

TBC
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Great! Just a few more cards of Klein Wandering in the Sea of ​​Gods' War Ruins, and the Sea Scroll will be completely over!
(End of this chapter)