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

Chapter 228 Meeting and Farewell

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This island seems to be particularly favored by the moonlight.

The black mausoleum, the blurred mountains, everything is covered in blood.

In the distant woods, the moonlight sprinkled unevenly through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting red eyes on the ground.

"First, capture his daughter and influence his mental state to help the Fallen Mother Goddess's pollution and prevent the Fallen Mother Goddess from finding out that I want Roselle to die completely."

According to Roselle's diary, if you go all the way to the western sea, you can find a strange primitive island. And according to Roselle's ambitious speech later, "The emperor's subjects should not only be humans, these extraordinary creatures can also become my subjects!" It is speculated that Roselle is very likely to have a hidden mausoleum built by extraordinary animals, which is the undiscovered ninth mausoleum.

From a human perspective, making extraordinary creatures one's subjects is indeed quite a genius.

If there had been no external interference, and if he had not seen the moon before, Roselle would have been able to successfully resurrect and continue to run the dilapidated Intis Empire, which was almost entirely maintained by Roselle's personal charm.

"Roselle has been struggling for so long, he can basically be declared a failure. Anyway, he still has Mr. Men in his hand, so he won't mind if I take action against this failure, right?"

Edward's calculations were going on in his mind. Just now, Agaritu tried to take advantage of the True Creator's inattention to grab Klein, but was unfortunately stopped by Bernadette. And the fact that a small figure in his hands suddenly turned against him should be a manifestation of "bad luck". According to this "bad luck", when Klein and his team leave the Sea of ​​Gods, there will most likely be various other obstacles that will lead to failure.

In this case, let's just get rid of Bernadette first and see what happens next.

He put away the music score and pointed towards the mausoleum in the distance.

"Roselle is in there."

"Go in and see, Bernadette, the person you have been looking for."

“He is waiting for you too.”

Bernadette said nothing. She quietly observed the huge mausoleum. Not a single weed grew on its surface, nor was it covered with the vines that were common in other parts of the mountain.

This allowed Bernadette to directly see the various words and symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the "Eye of Peering into Secrets", and to see the heavy stone door that seemed to be prepared for giants and was nearly thirty meters high.

Bernadette was not unfamiliar with those words and symbols. With just a brief identification, she recognized that they either came from the Civil Code formulated and promulgated by her father, or belonged to the new social trends he founded, or were directly the design drawings of certain inventions.

“I’ve always had a question that I wanted to ask Him.”

Bernadette spoke softly. She saw the mausoleum and seemed to see her own impending fate: "But I don't think you will let me live to see Him."

"No, of course not. I have hoped that you and your daughter would be reunited for a long time." Edward said, "You can see Him."

"And then I will die?"

"Yes," the demon readily admitted, "You won't be alone for long. Soon I will send your father to accompany you."

Bernadette exhaled lightly. Death was approaching. She had calmed down and said:

"I have one last question."

Edward stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood next to the piano, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you ask earlier? Cramming at the last minute is not a smart choice. Of course, if you were smarter, you wouldn't have become a pirate."

"Well, it's hard to say. If you do too well as a princess, your father, who has a strong desire for control, will probably have a hard time." Edward shook his head regretfully and said casually in a homely tone like he was with Bernadella, "You are really a perfect daughter. Everything you do is in line with your father's ideas."

Bernadette was not affected by these words. When she was born and grew up, the Gustav family was still an upper-middle class aristocracy. She had not received education from the emperor or rulers, but because the whole family believed in the god of steam and machinery, this god promoted the holy book of gender equality, so Bernadette also had the right of inheritance.

This right of inheritance has always existed, even when they became princes and princesses.

Roselle was already a saint when he became the Archon, and in his later years he became an angel. Although Roselle did nothing more than cover up the internal contradictions of the country with external expansion after becoming the emperor, and did not do a very good job, it would be foolish to dream of the position of an immortal emperor who was almost a true god. She could not accept those excessive laws and colonial wars, and fled to the sea. This was the best solution she could think of.

"my question is……"

Bernadette squatted down and used her fingers to draw traces on the ground, horizontal, vertical... Many of them were connected and inverted strokes, and there were also overly straight horizontal lines. These traces finally formed two or three symbols.

She stood up and asked:

"What do these two Luo... Chinese characters mean?"

Edward looked down, then said with feeling:

“This is ‘hometown’.”

"Homeland?" When Bernadette heard this word from Intis, she understood a little, but she also had more doubts.

Edward pondered for a few seconds and gave an accurate answer.

"Not entirely correct. I can find the most accurate translation. There is no word with a similar meaning in the Intis language, nor in Loen, but there is a similar word in Feysac."

He slowly recited in ancient Feysac language: "The origin of the bloodline."

Bernadette, who had read all kinds of knowledge, quickly found this word from her memory. This word was indeed a word unique to Feysac, because only the people of Feysac would always inexplicably miss the distant place, like a sad poet, missing a place that did not exist in history, the source of the giant race in myths and legends, the true form of the "Twilight Palace", and the distant "Giant King's Court".

The legendary homeland of giants appeared in their dreams, in their imaginations, in the poems of bards and in ancient records. Even the people of Feysac who were born abroad and had never been exposed to similar cultures would occasionally visit their imaginary distant homeland.

This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by theories and research, and can only be explained by extraordinary abilities.

Hence the term:

"Where the bloodline comes from".

Bernadette frowned slightly and fell into thought: The root of the name Roselle does come from Giant language...

"Does this mean... Roselle also has Feysac blood? He also often dreams about the giants' hometown, so he misses it?"

"Oh, nobles from all countries are related by marriage, and the ancestors of the Gustav family also had intermarriages. If there is any relationship, then it is true. But this is not the reason."

Edward explained patiently:

"You can ask Him these questions, or you can ask me... Your father comes from an ancient era. 'Ancient' now often means powerful and mysterious, but not always..."

"Your father's soul comes from the past, from an era that has long been destroyed. He was born there, grew up, and then fell asleep. He crossed four eras and came to the world we know now."

"Therefore, He misses that place. His real relatives and friends have been buried in the unknown distant history. He longs to go back, but he can never go back. He is also unwilling to establish deep feelings with the current world, so He has always shown a sense of separation."

"Home, native land, where the family lives, the source, all these things combined together, is what the word means."

He finished his words with scholarly precision, then looked at Bernadette, waiting for her response.

Bernadette stood up again, with more complicated emotions in her blue eyes. After a moment, she asked:

"Why did He choose these two words to be used as amulets for me?"

"This kind of writing does not have any extraordinary power, nor can it inspire spirituality. It is just a simple symbolic writing."

"You have too many questions, Bernadette," Edward said, "but I am willing to answer this question."

“The real amulet is not these two words, but the person who can understand these two words.”

Bernadette looked at Edward in confusion.

"I'm not the person He wants." Edward spread his hands. "He guessed a long time ago that there are more guests from the past hidden in this world, so he taught you these two words. Those who can understand these two words and identify with them in the future are your true amulets."

Bernadette fell silent.

She thought of the "Fool" who could decipher Rosel's language.

"What kind of place is the source of blood?" She said to herself, "It can make two words have such a powerful effect."

Edward did not answer, because although he could understand, he could not empathize.

The next second, Bernadette raised her right hand. Her skin suddenly became as white as snow, her lips became as red as blood, and her hair became as black as ebony. In her hand, there appeared an illusory, ancient mirror.

This is the "Snow White" in the fairy tale magic. Bernadette uses it to improve the success rate and accuracy of her "predictions".

Silently, she "saw" a scene:
The majestic and solemn dark mausoleum shook noticeably, and the heavy and tall stone door opened.

Then, a huge black arm stretched out of the stone door.

The arm was similar in size to the trees on the island, and judging from its color and state, it looked more like part of a shadow. However, it was not a thin layer, but was filled with flesh and blood, making it look extremely strange.

It supported the ground with its elbows and moved forward with difficulty, as if trying to pull out the larger and more terrifying part that followed.

Boom!

The whole island began to shake.

boom!
The pair of "eyes that could see secrets" that were becoming transparent suddenly shattered.

Bernadette's eyes immediately closed, as if she had seen a bright light that she could not look directly at, or had suffered unbearable harm.

Blood was obviously flowing from the corners of her eyes and her face turned paler.

On her body, pairs of illusory and holy wings spread out, neutralizing some invisible pollution with the falling white feathers.

Edward watched all of this quietly, then he turned his head and looked at the gate of the mausoleum:
"It's time for you to go, Bernadette. You have come to me, and your journey from life to death has ended. It's time to embrace your end."

These words had an irresistible power. Bernadette turned around for the last time and glanced at the woods behind her. Her sight seemed to penetrate the ocean and the forest and reach somewhere far away.

She closed her eyes and her childhood home emerged in her mind. There was a swing made by her father in her yard, and the walls were covered with ivy and morning glories every spring. She recalled the streets of Trier and its vibrant people. She thought of the sea and the "dawn of elements" that would lose its shelter after her death. Sadness and pain spread uncontrollably in her heart.

"Whatever the Father thinks..."

"Intis, where He and Mother are, is my 'homeland'."

She turned her head and walked towards the main gate of the mausoleum step by step.

"Mother?"

Behind her, Edward looked surprised, shook his head slowly, and sighed:
"Here in the moonlight... you can't use words like that."

Bernadette did not hear these words. The black road under her feet had come to an end, but she felt her body become relaxed, and suddenly there was joy and happiness in her heart, as if she had returned to her carefree girlhood, walking on the streets of Trier.

She felt the call coming from the mausoleum, like the whisper of her mother.

The heavy door of the mausoleum appeared in front of her. At this moment, a voice appeared in Bernadette's ears. She seemed to hear a voice coming from behind the door, as if Queen Matilda was calling her.

The moonlight shifted and shone on the gate of the mausoleum, filling every carving on the gate.

Bernadette walked on the moonlight and suddenly disappeared into the outside world, walking into the dark and gloomy mausoleum.

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Without using her ability to "see the secrets", everything here appeared clearly before her eyes:

The interior of the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum is filled with twisted and chaotic spiritual powers, and is dotted with red moonlight that comes from nowhere. On the high platform in the center, there is a chair that seems to be prepared for giants. It seems to be made of iron, and the surface is engraved with complex and twisted strange patterns. The top of the backrest extends upward in the shape of a crown.

There seemed to be many twisted and strange words carved on the walls, and countless withered dark green vines were entwined on the throne. They covered the inner walls and the ground of the mausoleum, making this place full of the atmosphere of decline and vicissitudes after being isolated from the world for thousands of years.

At this moment, there was a dark shadow on this heavy and huge chair, motionless, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Bernadette was about to take a tentative step towards the platform when she suddenly found that her body was completely unable to move, as if she was firmly bound to the spot by invisible shackles.

As the thought flashed through her mind, Bernadette felt her right eye begin to itch.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly and turned into tiny arms, which stretched out to her face and tried hard to pull out the eyeball.

"I see it! I see it!" The blood vessels in Bernadette's right eye bulged and she uttered a childish and cheerful voice on her own, as if she had gained her own intelligence and consciousness.

This is also a kind of "rebirth".

Almost at the same time, Bernadette's left ear drooped down suddenly, covering her ear canal.

"I don't want to listen! I don't want to listen!" the ear shouted loudly in a slightly sharp voice.

If Bernadette hadn't used her spiritual sense to perceive, she would have thought that there was a little girl next to her, covering her ears and stamping her feet and screaming.

But all this happened, and Bernadette had no intention of stopping it. Under the crimson moonlight, these mutated limbs made her feel strangely close, as if they were brothers and sisters from the same mother.

Bernadette approached the platform step by step. Her body twisted and mutated rapidly, but she seemed not to feel it. She still opened her mouth slightly and pronounced a Chinese word in a standard accent:
"home……"

The motionless black shadow suddenly reacted, its upper body slowly raised and looked towards Bernadette.

A dry, hoarse voice then echoed in the hidden space:
"home……"

The voice carried a hint of hesitation, confusion, and a sense of seeking confirmation, as if it came from another world.

The black shadow struggled, and red cracks suddenly appeared on his body, as if he had grown many bright red eyes in an instant. The black shadow struggled violently, but was tightly bound to the seat by the dead branches that pierced his body, unable to move at all.

"Leave!" The shadow finally realized what was about to happen, "Leave here!!"

Bernadette did not answer. Her lips trembled a few times and finally revealed a sad smile.

Then, her body slowly melted, her facial features left her face, possessed their own life, and moved around her body. Her limbs and every organ made sounds that did not belong to Bernadette, they came alive, and the dead mausoleum was filled with the lively laughter of children.

They scrambled to break away from their mother bodies, leaving with flesh and blood and spiritual brilliance. If they accidentally knocked down the dead vines on the ground, they would instantly lose their spirituality and turn into ashes.

“Asshole!!!!” Russell’s eyes were bloodshot.

The piece of flesh that was originally Bernadette fell to the ground, slowly losing its vitality. Her spirit returned to her mother, waiting for her father, and the organs and body that once belonged to Bernadette became new children, surrounding Roselle's throne, calling out to Him with clear and crisp childish voices that were similar to or completely different from Bernadette's.

As the twisting storm raged, these horrific creatures were torn to pieces, and silence returned to the mausoleum.

Specks of spiritual light emanated from their bodies and gathered together to form an extraordinary feature like a transparent eye.

The next second, more cracks appeared on the black figure, starting from the head and going down, and blood-red flowers bloomed in different parts of the body.

This made Roselle look like only a layer of shadow remained, inside of which was a blood-red object emitting pure light.

The roar filled with pain and despair echoed inside the mausoleum, but could not shake the moonlight and the branches in the slightest.

Edward listened carefully to the sound, then looked up at the grand moonlight and sighed.

“The Fallen Mother Goddess is not even willing to give me the Beyonder characteristics. It seems that in order to Mystical Reappearance, I have to go and grab the Dawn of Elements myself.”

TBC
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First of all, just because I write stories like this doesn't mean I'm a sociopath in the real world.

Secondly, this is a novel, you don’t have to read it if you don’t like it.

Later, if you can't accept it, you can go and read the original work or other fan fiction. Bernadette is not only alive and well, but also became an angel.

Finally, he wanted me to stop writing by giving me ten million.

Tang Nuannuan's Why is my first novel in life so controversial?

(End of this chapter)