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

Chapter 238 More Painful Than Death
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"…Can't you accept this knowledge? The human brain should be able to do this…"

The strange voice spoke a language he could understand.

"…Humans' development of the brain is too limited…It can neither contain nor process…it flows out of the ears?"

It was as if a pair of hands were kneading his face and throat like an object, prying open his eyes and mouth. He felt difficulty breathing and felt painfully nauseous.

"...The center is damaged...fragile...unable to be developed...will go crazy. His mother shouldn't have inherited his extraordinary characteristics...the processor efficiency is too low and the temperature is too high...but it has avoided my mental control..."

Trainor bent down and slammed a ceramic cup on the table to the ground, smashing it to pieces. Not far from him, on the opened music box, two wooden dancing figures were spinning on it, and the melodious sound contained a magical power that could calm people's mood.

Medici sat on the side with earplugs on, crunching potato chips. (Normal potato chips)

The volume of the music box did not spread out, but surrounded Trener. Under the effect of the disaster, his pupils turned completely black, and he sank into his own nightmare.

An invisible hand lifted his head. He stared at a certain point in the void, but what he saw was the lower half of a person's face.

"... a special child..."

"Maintain...maintain..."

A vague voice like an auditory hallucination floated in his ears. It was almost time. He was about to see the appearance of this person...

At this moment, Medici kicked the table hard, knocking Trener off his feet. The table flew up into the air, bringing with it a bunch of debris and hitting him on the head and body. The black and white music box also flew up, turned a few circles in the air, and then landed steadily on the ground, closing the box with a click.

The music that spread the dream of disaster suddenly stopped.

With a bang, Trena pushed away the table that was pressing on him and looked at Medici with an indescribable look.

Medici took out his earplugs, crossed his legs leisurely, and ate potato chips nonchalantly: "I thought about it carefully, and I think the Iron Cross still needs someone like you. After all, they can't even fake accounts."

Treanor was speechless: "Thank you for being so considerate and closing the music box with your foot. I think you are still somewhat dissatisfied with my fake account."

"Well, I think I'm at least 90% satisfied. It would be even better if you could find a way to get more military funds."

"You can't make money out of nothing by cooking the books." Traynor stood up, picked up the music box and put it on the table. "The first way to cook the books is to reduce the expenses."

"Reduce it, cry poor, be frugal, live a simple life, this way I can show that I am working hard to run the Iron Blood Cross, and get more funds from the Lord." Medici finished a bag of potato chips and asked curiously, "What did you see? Strictly speaking, you, a little Sequence Three, can't look directly at the father in your memory. It will cost you your life."

Traynor shrugged. "Since I was a child, I have always felt that I am not very smart compared to my parents. Now I seem to have found the reason."

"Tell me about it and make me happy."

"No," Traynor bluntly refused his superior and asked, "What is the form of the mythical creature from that path?"

Medici laughed and said, "You have to find it yourself."

"Could it be that you don't know either?"

"Boy, I admit that your little tricks have provoked me." Medici pointed his finger and said, "Go settle the account for me."

Just then, a white-gloved tabby cat nimbly jumped out from his shadow, holding a simple letter in its mouth.

"letter?"

Treanor bent down, picked up the cat and petted it, then took the letter with one hand while petting the cat. After tearing open the plain sealing wax, he took out a large-denomination passbook commonly used in Intis Bank.

When he opened the passbook, the amount written inside was a full 350,000 gold Louis! Equivalent to more than 300,000 Ruen gold pounds!
"Why did my dad suddenly give me pocket money?" Looking at this huge sum of money, Trenor's expression did not change much. He had seen a lot of large-scale transactions. This much money could be earned by just making a few more trips to the North and South continents for military operations. Recently, the South Continent has been making a lot of money. The demigods have come to talk in person, and quietly asked about the version of the Pilgrimage Sect's "Spell-Loadable Sniper Rifle" and "Electromagnetic Wave Walkie-Talkie".

"Because of this matter."

A gash suddenly appeared on Medici's left cheek. Soran's tone was unusually light. Medici's left hand moved unconsciously, twisting behind him to take out a copy of the latest newspaper.

There was a black and white picture in the newspaper, depicting a very damaged old sailing ship. The ship didn't look big, but a closer look revealed that the human standing next to it was only the size of a finger. The ship was a rare large flagship that could carry nearly three hundred people!
"Didn't the daughter of the Roselle family go out to sea as a pirate? She calls herself the 'Mysterious Queen'." Soran patted the newspaper with his hand, threw the picture in front of Treanor, and said with some gloating, "This ship is her 'Dawn'."

Treanor picked up the newspaper and read it. The headline was large and eye-catching:
"The great pirate 'Mysterious Queen' died in an unknown attack, and the 'Dawn Pirates' were destroyed!"

The report was written with great enthusiasm. The loss rate of the Four Kings and Seven Generals at sea had been very high in the past two years. First, "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos somehow went insane and ran into Backlund to assassinate Duke Negan and was shot dead. Then he killed "Vice Admiral Disease" of the Witch Cult. Now Bernadette is also dead, and there are only three kings and six generals left at sea.

The newspapers were heatedly discussing the identity of this great pirate and the pirate group that solved the problem. The official revelations that "the bounty was required to be sent to the predetermined location" and "after waiting for a long time, no one showed up, but the bounty was taken away" added a layer of mystery to the matter, and also caused the public to talk about it - if they didn't come in person to claim the reward and didn't come in person to accept these honors that could earn them medals in other countries, then perhaps this behavior was a case of a pirate group robbing another pirate.

The death of the "Mysterious Queen" caused a wave of excitement in the Extraordinary World. The "Moss Ascetic Order" finally had no rivals, and the dominance of the Hidden Sage in the "Mysterious Peer" path was unshakable. Rather than marveling at her death, more people who knew her identity were worried about who would get the "Rossel Legacy" in her hands.

However, these things are not important to ordinary people. At least in this era without social security and pension measures, when having your money robbed is equivalent to losing your life, sea merchants and people traveling on the sea can sleep more peacefully.

"Haha, even though I didn't do it, I'm glad someone solved it for me. Otherwise, I would have sought revenge on her and Roselle Gustav sooner or later."

"Oh, Bernadette's total bounty is as high as 65 pounds, and my father gave me half of it. Actually, my financial situation is very good recently. Riel, thank my father for me."

Treanor didn't say much. He put the passbook away and had already thought about how to use the money.

"Aren't you sad?"

"I'm not sad, I just feel..." Treanor organized his words, "I feel a little lost. After all, there's one less old acquaintance I can talk to."

Then he laughed at himself: "But when I think about it carefully, Bernadette doesn't like talking to me, so I'm not sad anymore."

"Are you happy?" Soran asked, "Roselle's resurrection was prevented, otherwise, you would have died long ago."

"Happy? I don't feel anything." Traynor sighed, "I feel a little disappointed that I missed another chance to die."

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On both sides of the mottled ancient bronze table, blurry human figures stretched and lengthened in the crimson light and then became fixed. The surroundings were as quiet and empty as ever, as if no living creature had entered for tens of millions of years.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" "Justice" Audrey's cheerful voice soon echoed in the magnificent palace supported by stone pillars.

Klein nodded with a smile, watching as the members, led by Miss Justice, simply completed the greetings to each other.

Among them, the "hermit" Cattleya was undoubtedly the more silent one. In Audrey's opinion, she was hiding something on her mind.

When the noise died down and the members sat down, Klein the Fool glanced at Miss Justice, allowing the psychiatrist to instantly understand what he meant. Without raising his hand slightly, he spoke first. He then looked at Cattleya, and the headlines of the newspapers that were selling extremely well at sea emerged in his mind. He felt a headache, and things were becoming complicated.

I was planning to give the Hermit a slap, but hitting her when she's lost someone important feels a bit...

But the Hermit's act of revealing the Tarot Club could not be easily covered up... How could he, as a god, properly resolve this matter? Klein pondered calmly.

After a brief silence, Mr. Fool turned his head slightly towards the Hermit and spoke in a profound tone:
"I originally wanted you to tell Bernadette to give me something in exchange for an answer, but now it seems that's not necessary."

Cattleya began to tremble uncontrollably.

Cattleya herself knew exactly what the implication was.

But it was not just because of this familiar name, her little thoughts had been discovered by Mr. Fool, but also because he once again mentioned the thing she tried so hard to avoid. She had hardly slept for the past few days, searching for any intelligence and news day and night, even though she found nothing. She also did not read any newspapers. Those black fonts were as red as blood in her eyes. After the initial numbness and pretending to be calm, she was now in a long period of pain.

It was as if the pain of her heart being crushed took over, and she stood dazed and trembling under the gaze of the god. For a moment, she didn't know what attitude or words to use to respond.

The abnormal state of the Hermit has attracted the attention of others. This is so obvious that it can be discovered without "psychological analysis". Bernadette? This is a common name for Intis women. Who could it be? What answer does she hope to get? What is her relationship with Ms. Hermit? Ms. Hermit made a request in private, and Mr. Fool's answer was "yes"? No, it's not like that. It's definitely not like that. If it was a private request, a reasonable request, Mr. Fool would not have mentioned it in front of us and responded directly when Ms. Hermit prayed... Is He warning her? Audrey "Justice" forgot to observe the other members. A series of questions flashed through her mind. Then, with the keenness of the "audience" path, she grasped Mr. Fool's true intentions.

Immediately, she had some guesses.

"Ms. Hermit secretly hinted at some of the Tarot Club's affairs to Ms. Bernadette, because she was eager to get some answers... Mr. Fool was not very satisfied with this, so he pointed this out directly to give the first offender a warning?"

"Really? How could we tell anyone about the party? I didn't even tell Susie! This would put everyone in danger. Fortunately, Mr. Fool is here!" Audrey puffed up her cheeks, almost forgetting her image and etiquette. She realized for the first time that not all Tarot Club members had such a strong sense of belonging, and did not admire and believe in Mr. Fool as much as she did.

"So what does 'no longer needed' mean? Does it mean that Ms. Bernadette has already gotten the answer herself? Ms. Hermit's body movements show strong anxiety and pain. It doesn't seem like that. Could it be that..."

The Hanged Man Alger, Magician Fors, and Moon Emlyn also had similar questions and speculations in their minds, but their respective concerns were different:

While Alger was looking forward to what Mr. Fool would do next, he was thinking hard about who Bernadette, a common Intis female name, represented, and why the thoughtful Hermit would risk revealing a little information about the Tarot Club. While Fors was worried about whether the existence of the Tarot Club would be leaked, he instantly conceived a story about espionage and counterintelligence. Emlyn watched with glee, thinking that the Hermit was simply stupid.

The Sun Derrick didn’t think too much about it. He just vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he asked half curiously and half puzzledly:
"Mr. Fool, who is Bernadette?"

Good question! I thought it would be Miss Justice who would take the blame. Well, she seemed a little angry and didn't want to talk for the time being... Klein secretly praised and replied lightly:

"Roselle's eldest daughter,"

"Master of the Dawn,

"The leader of the Elemental Dawn."

He revealed Bernadette's identity one by one, so that she no longer had any secrets in front of the Tarot Club members.

In an instant, everyone except "The Sun" thought of the recent sensational news, and their eyes suddenly became complicated when they looked at "The Hermit".

At this time, the Hermit Cattleya had regained her ability to think. She looked sideways at the top of the long bronze table and said without any hope of luck:

"Yes, I made some mistakes, and I don't defend myself, but they were mistakes."

“Mr. Fool, I dare not ask for your forgiveness, but I beg you to spare my life. I hope to find out the truth and find the murderer. After that, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to you as atonement.”

She was retreating to advance... The "Queen of Mystery" was dead, and she lost her backer and protection, but she wanted to do her best to maintain her status as a member of the Tarot Club? The "Hanged Man" frowned on the opposite side.

Did Ms. Hermit regard Ms. Bernadette as more important than her own life? But even if she said so, Mr. Fool would still have to make the final decision... Audrey Justice could tell from Cattleya's subtle movements and wording that she was leaning to the side that she was in that she was eager to survive.

"Sun" Derrick still didn't understand what happened and didn't understand why Ms. "Hermit" suddenly asked for punishment.

Mr. Fool fell into a brief silence.

"Raise your head," the spirit said solemnly, "and look at me."

Hearing this, Cattleya, the Hermit, raised her head without hesitation and looked at the tall figure behind the thick gray fog. Her black eyes were dark purple, with a mysterious meaning floating in them. She saw through the gray fog and saw the Fool.

Suddenly, Cattleya's eyes became hot and illusory blood flowed out.

An evil, terrifying, depraved, and indescribable scream rang in her ears, which instantly filled her with extreme pain, causing her body to twitch and tremble uncontrollably. Her face, the back of her hands, and the places not covered by her clothes soon cracked into gaps where blood and flesh could be seen, and black worms and white moths were wriggling inside, about to form indescribable eyes.

"Is this... the punishment... given to me?" She struggled to organize her fragile thoughts.

Cattleya's suppressed screams and groans of pain echoed above the gray fog. "The Hanged Man" Alger, "The Moon" Emlyn, "The Magician" Fors and others looked at each other in bewilderment, as if they could intuitively feel the pain the other party was enduring.

At the same time, the blurry image became clearer, allowing them to see clearly the changes in the Hermit's body. The disgusting and hideous scene frightened Audrey Justice so much that she withdrew her gaze, straightened her back, looked straight ahead, and dared not move.

Cattleya gritted her teeth in pain and reached out to scratch the disgusting cracks on her body, as if she wanted to stuff those strange eyes back. After two seconds, she initially controlled her voice and her disordered thoughts, allowing her thoughts to float up from her chaotic brain again. She covered the eye on her neck with her hand, but opened the other eye on the back of her hand.

"Great... God... Ah..."

She spoke with difficulty in a voice that was so painful that it sounded like she was crying, hoarse and horrible. This scene made the "Hanged Man", who had initially held a disdainful and sarcastic attitude, feel horrified and he rubbed his arm with his hand.

"Please... spare my... life..."

Her Majesty the Queen is gone, the Dawn of the Elements is gone, where else can I go?

If I die here, who will find the murderer for Her Majesty the Queen? Who will remember the Queen?

When powerlessness and despair prevail, death becomes the best means of escape. But when there is still hope of revenge, death is the most intolerable thing!
In just three seconds, Cattleya, who had mutated into a human outline, was still insisting on speaking. "Magician" Fors and "Justice" Audrey subconsciously covered their mouths with their hands and looked away. Even the contemptuous "Moon" asked herself in front of this scene, even for the sake of the ancestors and the blood clan, could she maintain her sanity in such extreme pain, or even continue to beg for mercy.

The Sun looked at Ms. Hermit and then at Mr. Fool in embarrassment. He tried to speak several times but failed to utter a word.

He didn’t know what mistake Ms. Hermit had made, nor did he know what Mr. Fool’s attitude was, so he couldn’t plead rashly.

"After... revenge... is over..."

"I am willing... to die..."

In the fifth second when she was tortured by the true creator's whispers, Klein gently stroked her with both hands, allowing the gray mist to silently suppress the whispers remaining on the "Spark" gloves, calming the "Hermit" Cattleya's changes.

The trembling of the "Admiral of the Stars" began to subside at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cracks in his flesh and blood gradually closed up, and his thoughts returned little by little, and he could feel everything around him again.

“You proved your heart, and your faith.”

The Fool’s voice came from behind the thick gray fog, unchanging: “That’s it. There won’t be a next time.”

At this time, Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke in a low voice, as if warning or mumbling to himself:
“Thou shalt not look directly at God…”

The whisper of the Hanged Man Alger soon died down, but it still echoed in everyone's ears, alerting them to a fact:
Although Mr. Fool is usually humble, seldom speaks, and almost always responds to requests, giving people a gentler impression, he is still a god, a god who cannot be peeped into, a god who is high above and beyond reality!
Cattleya did not react much to this. In silence, she stroked the skin on her body where her eyes had appeared before, recalled the extreme pain and the test of the gods, and bowed her head sincerely:

“Remember your kindness.”

After a short wait, Magician Fors rushed before Justice Audrey, straightened his back, looked around and said:

"Everyone, are you interested in taking on a murder mission?"

"The target is an important member of the cult."

Grateful for the kindness of her teacher Dorian Gray, Fors has recently been thinking about doing something for him.

After consideration, she set her sights on the Aurora Society messenger who had caused serious harm to her teacher's family, perhaps the "recorder" or Mr. X, the "traveler"!

"He is from the Aurora Society, and is the messenger of the Aurora Society. His code name is Mr. X, and he is a traitor to the Abraham family, Louis Wayne."

TBC
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"Queen of Stars"

Although it may not be credible, I do like all the characters in the original work.

(End of this chapter)