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

Chapter 239 Doing Business

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"He is a divine messenger of the Aurora Society. He is currently in Backlund. He used to be Sequence 6, but now he may be Sequence 5, but I'm not sure."

"He can record the extraordinary abilities used by others and use them once. He is good at escaping from trouble and is difficult to be surrounded. He may also be able to travel through the spirit world..."

The target is the Aurora Society's divine messenger, Sequence 6 or Sequence 5, with abilities similar to those of an "apprentice"... As expected, Miss "Magician" is not as ordinary and simple as she looks. My initial judgment was correct... "Hermit" Cattleya quickly recovered her form and was not at all surprised that the "Magician" dared to plot against Mr. So-and-so of the Aurora Society.

As for which messenger of God it was, she didn't know because she was only familiar with Mr. Z and Ms. D.

At the same time, Klein also quickly made an assessment:

There is no possibility that the Aurora Society's messengers are innocent. They are all lunatics who kill people anyway, so there is no guilt in killing them...

I have done more than one thing to offend the Aurora Society...

The only problem is...

The attitude of the true Creator.

According to his own investigation after settling down, there seemed to be some changes in the Aurora Society's style of doing things.

The weird sacrificial activities and the preaching that "the seven gods are all false gods, and the true creator is the only god" seem to have decreased greatly compared to the past. At least there is no open recruitment scene as in the past. And this year until April, the only relatively well-known disturbance was that some Aurora members and Feysac spies were caught fighting each other, and then a Beyonder who was said to be at the level of a God's Messenger ran to a foreign border and fought a local Beyonder team. The above content is not known to be true or false, but it is still credible.

How should I put it? The true Creator treated me very well, or even very well. He did not pursue the obstruction I had caused to the God's Descent, did not mind the various things I had done to cause trouble to the Aurora Society, and expressed his goodwill more than once.

But the problem is, even if the real creator showed goodwill, it could not change the nature of all the members of the Aurora Society as crazy cultists for hundreds of years. It would be obviously unreasonable to pardon the Aurora Society simply because of the real creator's transformation.

I can definitely take this commission, but I have to at least confirm the real creator's thoughts. Of course, I believe that the real creator who really wants to transform himself will not mind the disappearance of such a person who affects the reputation of the Aurora Society... and whether this "Louis Wayne" is still unrepentant and guilty of heinous crimes. Of course, if he has changed his mind, I can let him die more easily...

Sequence 6 or Sequence 5, within the range I can handle... I seem to have seen the Beyonder ability that Miss Magician described, and Mr. A has used it, but it may not be true...

For me, being good at escaping and being able to travel through the spirit world are not a big deal. As long as I can get close to that messenger of God and successfully manipulate his "spiritual thread", he won't be able to escape!

The outcome of a head-on confrontation is hard to predict, but if it's a surprise attack, I'm pretty confident. Of course, whether it can be successful is another matter...

After careful consideration, The World looked back at Magician Fors and said, "I can consider taking over, but not right away. At least in two months."

He was not sure whether he would encounter any accidents at sea, so he set loose time limits.

"Two months later..." Magician Fors repeated the time very hesitantly.

This was really too long, she didn't even know how long Louis Wayne would stay in Backlund.

At this time, the Hanged Man Alger, who was watching from the sidelines, interjected carefully, "Ms. Magician, do you have to kill that Aurora Society messenger with your own hands?"

"No, you see, I'm considering whether to ask Mr. World for help." Fors smiled.

Alger nodded as if he was thinking, and said, "The prerequisite for killing someone is to find the divine messenger. Can you find him?"

"No, but I will investigate." Magician Fors answered frankly.

"Wait until you have the result before letting the 'world' take action?" The Hanged Man asked.

"Yes, but I haven't decided yet." Fors was a little confused, not understanding the purpose of Mr. Hanged Man's series of questions.

The Hanged Man Alger then snorted:
"If you can determine the whereabouts of the Aurora Society's envoy, why would you spend a lot of money to hire someone to kill him? Wouldn't it be enough to just report it to the church? After the smog incident, no church was willing to let go of similar clues."

He didn't mean to ruin the "world", but he clearly heard the hesitation of Miss "Magician" and thought that it was most likely that she would not entrust the project anymore. After all, many accidents could happen in two months, so he gave some suggestions so that things could be initially finalized.

Report it to the church? That sounds familiar... Klein was stunned. He never expected Mr. The Hanged Man to say that.

Haha, while everyone was infected by Mr. Hanged Man, he was also infected by us... Klein immediately felt relieved and quite pleased.

"Report?" Magician Fors was stunned.

After a few seconds, she whispered:

"Yes, you can..."

Upon hearing this, The Hanged Man laughed and said:

"Then let's do this. You investigate the target first and look for his whereabouts. If you find any results within two months, you can hand it over to the church. If it takes more than two months and Mr. World is free, you can ask him to help. What do you think?"

Magician Fors thought carefully and said:
"it is good.

"I will discuss the commission price with Mr. World then."

……

After finishing the discussion on buying and selling main materials and formulas, the Tarot Club and others welcomed everyone’s favorite part - sitting in Mr. Fool’s high kingdom of God and listening to the “Sun” telling the story of the God-forsaken Land.

Derrick, the "Sun" who was in the center of attention, was not shy. He talked about the mysterious "Afternoon Town", the clergy who knelt and prayed repeatedly, the prophecy of a great disaster, the erased names and the tempted angel kings, himself who was chosen by Ouroboros and his escape after the sudden change, pulling everyone's thoughts into a thrilling adventure.

Audrey "Justice", Fors "Magician", and Emlyn "Moon" listened very carefully, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that when discussing similar things, the Tarot Club always seemed very high-end. The King of Angels, the Evil God, the True God, and the Ancient Secrets were all just nouns.

Klein also listened attentively, and from time to time he acted mysterious in response to the expressions of surprise or admiration from the crowd.

After finishing his exploration of Afternoon Town, Derrick was about to turn back to his body when he suddenly remembered something and asked with some concern:
"Mr. Fool, is the key to leaving the God-Forsaken Land really in the Giant King's Court?"

He wasn’t sure about this, but Klein pretended to think about it and said in a tone that didn’t lower his status as a “fool” at all:
"In addition, the Aurora Society also controls a path to the God-Forsaken Land."

"Their saints entered there, but unfortunately, they were unable to meet the survivors."

The "real creator" believed by the Aurora Society is our "Lord of Creation, the omniscient and almighty God" after going crazy. The saints of the Aurora Society have entered the God-forsaken Land... "Sun" Derrick was obviously excited. Compared with the illusory "Giant King's Court" where there may not be a real road, a road that has been confirmed to be accessible to outsiders is obviously more worthy of exploration! If people outside can come in, people inside can definitely go out! Derrick asked anxiously:

“Dear Mr. Fool, where is the exit of this road? I am willing to do everything I can to get this information!”

The Fool replied calmly:

"This road is too far and it doesn't belong to me."

Klein distanced himself from the matter, saying that whether you can find it or not does not depend on me, but naturally depends on the Aurora Society and the True Creator. Derrick also understood this sentence, clenched his fist and suppressed his anger, but still couldn't help thinking.

If, if it is just far away... maybe as long as we gather enough people and bring enough food, we can reach it with the help of the "Angel of Destiny", but the premise is that the "Angel of Destiny" is willing to help us... This obviously requires the permission of the real Creator...

Derrick gradually calmed down and kept this information in mind.

The "Hermit" Cattleya was touched by the "Giant King's Court" mentioned by Derrick, and talked with everyone about the huge collective dream in the ruins of the God War, and the huge building complex that appeared in the dream and was immersed in the dusk light.

502
Edward walked into the Queen's palace, holding a newspaper and a cake in his hand, and walked through the crowd into the depths, like a gentleman visiting someone's home.

He strolled in the palace for a while, admiring the human bones and feathers on the walls. There were painters working in the corridor. The spirit lifted him up, and he was suspended in the air, holding a paint tray and repainting the mythology of the Balam Empire on the ceiling. Humans and lifelike zombies were repairing and placing some precious cultural relics that had not been taken away from the Governor's Mansion. The servants and maids were busy in an orderly manner. The "Death God" path is strictly hierarchical, and many places can only be visited by those with sufficient status and strength. For most people, the area they are in now is all the places they can go.

The palace was bustling as a whole. After all, it was the new political center. Almost all those passing by were of mid-sequence. Occasionally, one could see one or two demigods walking by with a large number of spirits. These high-level officials were discussing the date of announcing the restoration of the country and the declaration of separation from the Loen colony.

Edward strolled around and admired the cultural features of the Balam Empire, then walked to a balcony in the palace.

The southern continent has a suitable climate and lush vegetation, but flowers rarely appear in Balam's culture. The reason is simple. As high-order "Death God" pathways, the nobles will affect the surrounding life forms, and it is difficult for flowers to survive in the nobles' gardens. Even if someone takes care of them, the flowering period will be shortened by more than half. In addition, Balam's climate is warm and humid, so flowers have not become luxury goods because they are difficult to cultivate. Instead, they have returned to the countryside to flourish. The nobles began to pursue colorful feathers and gold that symbolize the gods.

The balcony has been completed and the glass has been installed. It is not completely dark yet and the sunshine of May is warm on people's bodies.

A table and two chairs were set up on the balcony. A lady with bronze skin, deep facial features, black and straight eyebrows, and a typical southern continent appearance was sitting at the table. Her beautiful face had a cold and sharp beauty.

"The Pale Queen", Sia Palenque Eggers.

Edward walked over and sat down in the empty seat naturally. He put the newspaper and pastry in his hand on the small round table in the middle and spoke with some curiosity:
"Do you mind if I comment on your appearance?"

Sia Eggers, who was not sitting behind a veil or wearing a veil, replied: "That's fine."

"He looks a bit like Azik Eggers." Edward looked at his appearance and light brown eyes and said, "What do you want from me? You're not just asking me to bring you a newspaper, are you?"

Xia Eggers did not speak. He reached out his hand, took the rolled newspaper, slowly and gracefully removed the rope, and unfolded it, as if he was unwrapping a precious gift. He carefully read the first article on the front page of the newspaper again and again, and then read all the other related reports in the newspaper. Time passed quietly, the sun fell on His body, casting a shadow on His face, and the corners of His mouth seemed to be slightly raised, but it seemed not to be.

After a long time, the queen of the fallen country put down the newspaper and said softly:
"I am very happy."

"May I ask how she died?"

Edward picked up the snacks that appeared out of thin air on the small round table and recalled: "I didn't do anything. I just sent her back to her father, and then she died."

"That's great. I'm even a little envious."

Xia Eggers said with a sigh, "If I met her, I would choose to behead her and all her subordinates, but they would not die. Their heads would be hung on the city wall to dry in the air, and their bodies would be driven by me to become zombies. One day, when I get tired of them, I would bury them under the city as the foundation, and they would never be freed forever."

"Perhaps you don't mind listening to me talk a little. I once went to the national museums of Intis, Loen, and Feysac under a fake identity. Placed in them were my father's crown, my mother's dowry, my ancestors' heritage, and everything familiar in the palace. They are only separated from me by a thin layer of glass, but I may never be able to take them back. My homeland, my homeland, they took away everything from me, destroyed our culture and art, leaving only the bloody and brutal parts, and then told everyone that we only have a bloody and brutal culture, we believe in evil gods, worship living sacrifices, and the people are living in poverty, so we deserve to die, and they brought civilization and saved us."

"If we have nothing but human sacrifice and blood, then what are they plundering and exhibiting?"

The path has taken away almost all the emotions that a living person should have, but hatred has long become a belief and will only intensify.

"I also feel sorry for the destroyed culture," Edward said sincerely, "but more often, like now, I am just a devil without sympathy. I get paid to do things."

"By the way, many people in Intis were relieved because they maintained the republic, but they were always worried that Roselle's descendants would come back to seize power. Now that Bernadette is dead, they are very happy and took the initiative to help me conceal my identity and even gave me a lot of extra money."

Xia smiled:
"That's great. If Bernadette Gustave hadn't died long ago in history, this event should even be celebrated."

After some small talk, He brought the topic back to the point:

"How much did you gain from Bernadette's legacy? I acquired all the extraordinary items and characteristics of the 'Death God' path."

Edward smiled and handed over the list he had prepared. He said, "Bernadette has a Sequence One Seal left behind by Emperor Balam."

Xia Eggers was slightly startled, and then said: "It's in her hands."

"Yes."

Edward flipped his hand, took out the human-faced "Pale Death", and placed it flat on the table very generously. He was not worried at all that it would be snatched away by the "Pale Queen" opposite him, because it was just a one-to-one model.

So Xia Eggers put the newspaper back on the table, picked up the solemn and cold face, and looked at it deeply.

Although it was just a model, He seemed to see his dead father again. He saw the owner of this face when he was still alive, responsible for the sacrifice of the god of death, smiling at his young self, handling state affairs, and bravely fighting for the Balam Empire.

Then, all these images disappeared, leaving only a stiff and mutilated corpse lying in front of him. His face had been dug out, his clothes and armor had been stripped off, and he was lying among the bodies of the fallen soldiers. Only by blood could one be sure that this was the emperor of the Balam Empire.

It's not about right or wrong, good or evil, it's just about strength and victory or defeat.

The Balam Empire and the Highland Kingdom are weak, so the South Continent is wrong and the North Continent is right.

My father is weaker than your father. My father will be despised when he dies, but your father is great and glorious.

"Bernadette Gustave..."

Another princess of a fallen nation whispered like a snake in the depths of the heart of the present "Pale Queen".

"Your father has taken away the parents of so many people in our country. My child, now that you and your father's lives have been taken away, I just want to laugh out loud. You'd better not have any complaints."

The dead are, of course, silent.

The Queen gently put down her human face, her expression as calm as an iceberg that never melts. She asked, "For the same price, I may need to snatch the Sequence 1 attribute of 'Prisoner' or 'Criminal' for you in exchange for this legacy attribute."

"That's right."

"At present, I know a clue, but neither you nor I have the ability to get it." Xia Eggers said, "Therefore, when necessary, I hope to use this clue in exchange for a chance to use this item."

Edward perfected the condition: "If I haven't acquired the characteristic you mentioned by then, there will be no problem."

"What if I use that one chance to snatch that trait?"

"That's the best of both worlds."

"Okay, do you want to swear?"

The devil touched his chin and said, "After doing business for so long, I naturally believe in your character. But if you don't believe me..."

Edward reached into the collection cabinet, took out a golden lamp and placed it on the table, then said with a smile, "Then use this as the middleman!"

Xia Eggers lowered her eyes and looked at the golden lamp for a few seconds.

"Wishing Lamp?" He had heard of the legendary 0-05.

Edward nodded. "Yes, the Wishing Lamp. You and I make a wish to it, even if it leaves a mark. If necessary, you recite my honorable name and then tell it the information. As long as it is true and you make a wish of 'I hope the pale death will appear in my hands immediately', the Wishing Lamp will immediately send the characteristics over. During this period, you cannot contain it, and you must return it afterwards."

"Make a wish?" Xia Eggers looked at the wishing lamp and said, "I accept it."

TBC
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The missing "Prisoner Sequence One Characteristic" clue: suspected to be in the Quiet Church, the headquarters of the Church of Night
Reason: During the war, Sua joined the Church of the God of War in besieging the Church of Tranquility.

*The roles are diverse, and the positions are also diverse. Just as you can be sad about the death of the Queen of England, you can also cheer that the symbol of colonial rule and imperialism has finally come to an end.

(End of this chapter)