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

Chapter 256: Improvement of Work Style
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On the third floor of the building, Klein once again woke up from his dream due to spiritual intuition. He wished he could capture the intruder who interrupted his sleep and feed his "creeping hunger."

This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette box and released the "Ghost" secret doll.

Senior's figure in a dark red coat first walked into the full-length mirror, and then jumped onto the convex window of the valet's room.

"He" looked at Richardson and saw the servant turned over and sat up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.

The door opened silently and a figure flashed in.

Under the crimson moonlight, the intruder revealed a brownish-yellow complexion, soft features, and short black curly hair, and was clearly a Balam from the southern continent.

He stood at the door with a slightly cold aura, looked at Richardson who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice:

“Have you thought about it?
"Don't think that you can have the peaceful life you want by leaving us. You have the blood of the God of Death flowing in your body, and you are destined to give everything to restore the glory of God."

"Think about your dead mother, think about the bullying you have suffered. Do you want your children to grow up in the eyes of discrimination and be servants of others forever?"

"...But what can I do..." Richardson lowered his head and said with difficulty.

"Wait for the mission to be assigned to you." The intruder's voice softened a little.

Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or bad, and seemed to be struggling in his heart.

The intruder paid no attention to his hesitation. When he agreed, he turned around, exited the room, and left the same way he came.

"Death God's people... Ling, people from the Death God Church?"

Since the restoration of the Balam Empire, there has been no restoration organization in Balam other than the Church of the God of Death.

Klein, who had witnessed everything just now, lay back on the bed and muttered to himself, "They seem to be behind many of the recent parades of people from the southern continent and mixed-race people. What tasks will they ask Richardson to do? Steal my money and provide funding to the organization? Or create a terrorist incident at a banquet in an upper-class circle?"

While he was thinking, his helpful neighbor, Miss Hazel Macht, emerged from the shadows and knocked the intruder to the ground with one punch.

This... Klein was stunned.

Then, having succeeded in her attack, Hazel excitedly pumped her fists a few times and rang the doorbell of Dwayne Dantes's house.

Klein watched all this silently. Before the butler arrived, he controlled the intruder who fainted at the door and asked him about their purpose and the organization they belonged to - subordinates of the Church of Death, a small organization active in Backlund, the Black Skull Party.

Soon, the invaders, who had transformed into secret dolls, returned along the same route and blew up the Black Skull Party's base, leaving no one alive.

Mr. Dwayne Dantes could finally continue to sleep peacefully.

But he didn't know if it was his illusion, he seemed to feel that everything around him was darker than usual. Except for the gas lights on the road, it seemed that everything was immersed in pure black shadows.

……

May 5, Backlund time, 16: p.m.

"...This is what happened. The Lord came before us and spoke these words to us. Then He left and took away the shadow of the God-Forsaken Land..." At the Tarot Club, Derrick vividly described everything that had happened before. His eloquence had been greatly improved in the Tarot Club. In addition, the story itself was shocking enough. In just a few words, he could bring everyone into the experience he described. "...Now, although there is still no sunlight in the God-Forsaken Land, the shadow is no longer dangerous..."

The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other. They knew that the greatest danger in the God-Forsaken Land was the strange and terrifying darkness. As long as the light disappeared, people would disappear in absolute darkness. In such an environment, the difficulty of survival was increased by more than a hundred times.

The gods of faith descended on the earth, announcing to them that salvation was just ahead, and even took away the horrific darkness in the God-forsaken land - this mythical and epic scene made everyone imagine a lot.

"Does that mean that Silver City no longer needs to keep candles lit at all times?" Curious Audrey couldn't help but ask this question.

The "Sun", who seemed to be much more relaxed than usual, shook his head:

"There is still dangerous darkness in the God-Forsaken Land, but those dangers will not only make people disappear, but also make monsters disappear."

"The shadows that can make people disappear are gone. In Silver City, we can try to sleep in darkness."

Audrey, whose curiosity was satisfied, said sincerely, "That's great. Thank you for your answer, Mr. Sun."

After Justice finished asking his question, The Hanged Man couldn't help but ask the question he was most concerned about:
"In addition to your daily life, this should also be of great help to your hunting and exploration."

The implication is: Your exploration range should be expanded, right? The types of monsters you hunt should increase, right? Can we add some new species to the list of monsters around the City of Silver?
It’s like seeing a sheep starting to shed its wool, and you can’t help but want to touch it.

Derrick was just about to talk about this matter, and immediately nodded and said:
"Yes, Mr. The Hanged Man."

"I am already a 'Notary'. I can apply for a non-high-sequence extraordinary item and participate in more explorations."

"The 'Council of Six' has decided that since the shadow is no longer dangerous, we will expand the scope of our exploration and continue along the opened up 'Afternoon Town', heading towards where the Lord's gaze came from, and looking for a way to reach outside the God-Forsaken Land."

He paused, with a hint of pride in his eyes:
"Although the Lord has said that 'salvation is on the way', the City of Silver supports the decision of the 'Council of Six'. We are willing to continue to explore the outside world on our own initiative, rather than blindly waiting for the arrival of 'salvation'."

When mentioning "redemption", Derrick glanced cryptically in the direction of The Fool.

Of course, Klein also noticed the little action of "The Sun", or in fact, everyone subconsciously associated "salvation" with "Mr. Fool", because it was Mr. Fool who brought "The Sun", who was far away in the God-forsaken Land, to their eyes and gave him equal help through the Tarot Club's principle of equivalent exchange. Since the Creator said that "salvation is on the way", they naturally made such an association.

Therefore, the Fool himself had similar doubts in his heart.

"It has been confirmed that the ancient sun god worshipped by the City of Silver is the 'True Creator'. He was damaged and corrupted for some reason, but somehow he returned to normal and began to give normal revelations to the Aurora Society and the Forsaken Land of God... He also tried to communicate with me."

But no matter what, the Aurora Society is a black coal ball that can't be washed clean, and it's so black that it's falling apart. Standing with them would cause a normal person to have a huge psychological pressure, not to mention having to talk to their leader.

Klein was actually reluctant to get closer to this fellow evil god, because if he had a good relationship with the Aurora Society, a madman like Mr. A would give up thinking and directly offer a reward for information about "The Fool" in a secret gathering today, or even make the name of "The Fool" public. Tomorrow, he might directly announce in a secret gathering that "Klein Moretti is the messenger of my Lord." A dead man suddenly became an important member of the Aurora Society. Not only would he suffer, but Benson and Melissa would also suffer, and the church would definitely intervene.

"The goodwill of the true creator" is as hot potato as "Source Castle", not to mention that at the moment, the former is even hotter.

however……

From his observation, the Seven Gods Church's exploration of the Forsaken Land has remained at the stage of "collecting legends". The Aurora Society knows much more than them. If there is no one else secretly contacting the Forsaken Land, the "salvation" mentioned by the real Creator may really be him.

"Well... For a place like the City of Silver, if I have the ability, I will definitely provide some help. The Sun has been here for a long time, but He said that salvation is on the way. What does the true Creator mean?"

"Aurora will have a route to the God-forsaken Land..."

"Could it be that the True Creator wants me to bring the people out of the God-Forsaken Land?"

It's possible... Klein still found it strange. "This shouldn't be the case. He was able to go in and leave, so why didn't he rescue the people along the way? Even if He finds it troublesome, the Aurora Society also has angels, such as the Angel of War Medici and the Angel of Fate Ouroboros... Why don't they do it?"

He did not interfere with the heated discussion of the Tarot Club members and fell into his own thoughts.

Suddenly, he thought of the information he had just read in Russell's diary today:
"September 11th. Ever since I became an angel, I have felt that my personality has split. In my heart, in my soul, in the depths of my spirit, there is always a voice urging me, influencing me, creating uncontrollable indifference, bloodthirstiness, cruelty and madness.

"No wonder Mr. Door said that sanity is temporary and madness is eternal."

"September 28th. I haven't written in my diary for a long time. In the past half month, I seemed to be watching myself being replaced by strangers little by little. I became colder and more terrifying little by little. Even my daughter Bernadette could only make me feel a little bit of fatherly love. Very little."

"Just when I was about to go crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises. They were my subjects, all the people who benefited from my reforms, and the believers who regarded me as the 'Son of Steam'. They were praising me, singing praises to me, erecting statues for me, writing stories for me, and creating poems for me."

"Their voices were like an anchor for my ship, helping me to 'position' myself."

"I began to be able to fight against that desire and the cry from the heart. I came out of it little by little and was able to have normal emotions as a father, a husband, and a man again."

"It's just Sequence 2, but there are such changes. When it comes to Sequence 0, the level of a True God, how terrifying will the madness be that we have to fight against?"

“Perhaps they also need ‘positioning’ to fight against extraordinary characteristics and the strong tendency to lose control hidden deep in the collective subconscious.”

“I have a rough idea of ​​why they established the church, why they spread faith, why they wrote chapters for the saints of their own faction, and why they left legends for the corresponding angels…”

anchor……

legend……

Klein resisted the urge to frown and continued to think carefully.

...If the True Creator is really hinting at me to save the City of Silver, then if I do it, the City of Silver will definitely thank me.

In the help he had received, the little "Sun" had already shown signs of wavering in his faith. When he learned that the Creator had gone mad, he felt pain and confusion, and he worked even harder to prevent himself from stopping because of this incident...

Now, the True Creator has directly declared that "you don't have to believe in me", which is equivalent to personally severing the faith of Silver City. According to the rules of this world, Silver City must believe in other gods...

Could it be that the True Creator wants...them to believe in me? To be my anchor?

Klein felt a little absurd.

From the idea to the practice, it was incredible. In the diary, Roselle only needed an anchor when he was at Sequence 2, but now he was only at Sequence 5, and the real Creator was already considering this matter for him...

...It's a bit scary...

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"Starting from this week, we will hold a confession ceremony every week and gradually improve our work style?"

After reading the latest announcement, Mr. X frowned and turned to look at Z who was posting the announcement: "What are you repenting for? What are you trying to improve?"

Z slapped the last notice on his hand, wiped his hands, and replied:
"Do you remember the Lord Black Saint?"

"remember."

"The notes of His Excellency the Black Saint during this pilgrimage have been sorted out, and you are allowed to copy and read them yourself." Mr. Z saw that Mr. X might not have borrowed them, so he said, "He accepted the Lord's test at the end of the pilgrimage, baptized his sins, and redeemed himself. Others have gradually defeated the evil thoughts in their hearts, but he and the evil thoughts are in a stalemate. That's why he lost contact for several months, and there has been no news from him."

"Ah."

"My Lord, He hung Himself upside down at the end of the world to atone for the sins of all living beings. However, His Excellency the 'Black Saint' failed the test of evil thoughts and thought that this was a sign of his lack of piety and determination. Therefore, the Lord gave us a revelation, asking each of us to repent diligently, repent for the sins that we have avoided and are unwilling to recall, pray to the Lord, change our ways, and continue to learn from the great Lord. Only in this way can we atone for our sins."

Mr. X's frown relaxed slightly: "Then what sins should we confess?"

"All of them." Mr. Z said, "So everyone is actively studying law recently."

"We have to confess all illegal acts?" Mr. X looked horrified. "This... there can't be people in this world who never break the law! Besides, we are a secret organization!"

Mr. Z nodded as if nothing had happened. "But spiritual repentance is necessary, and it will also help to stabilize ourselves. The priests in the organization are not enough. If you can enlighten one person, it counts as one person's merit. If you become a priest now, you will get more than a hundred merits per month as a minimum."

"is not what it means……"

Mr. Z, who hadn't done much bad, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't you want to repent?"

The surroundings suddenly became a little quieter.

In the Aurora Society, all believers who cannot act according to the Lord's oracle in the first time are not devout enough. When the true Creator decided to let the Aurora Society conduct weekly confession, the real fanatics had already bought houses outside the confessional, while the slightly inferior ones had begun to whip themselves to atone for their sins, and the even inferior ones chose to surrender and sent themselves to prison.

——Those who send themselves to prison are pious but not very smart. Once you are in prison, how can you continue to dedicate yourself to the Lord?
"My faith in the Lord is unwavering." Those who heard the ravings were all fanatics. Mr. X said, "Are there any specific requirements for confession? I mean, what kind of behavior is required to show that you have repented?"

Mr. Z said: "Does this kind of thing need to be regulated by the charter? It happens spontaneously."

Mr. X breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I understand."

He walked around Mr. Z and out of the hall, scratching his hair in annoyance.

"Confession..." He muttered, thinking of something, and also thinking of his accomplice, "I have to ask Butis."

If we talk about the various big and small things that have happened so far, they are nothing more than murder, arson, and robbery of extraordinary items. The one that caused the greatest impact was the "betrayal of Abraham's family" a long time ago.

“Do we have to confess for such things? The Abraham family has become so weak that there are so few middle-sequence people, yet they try to control us, the students from other families…” Louis Wayne shook his head. “If I don’t betray them, how can I be promoted to ‘Traveler’, and how can Butis be promoted to ‘Mystic Master’? They can’t even get enough demigods themselves, so how can they give us? Even the sealed objects they are willing to lend to us are pitifully few. They are guarding so many things and not using them. Do they want to take them all to the grave?”

"It's just about profit. Is there anything wrong with that?"

He shrugged it off, then pulled up his black hood, put on his iconic mask, and walked away into the shadows.

TBC
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I have an exam tomorrow, so I'm asking for leave.

It will be considered a success if we can open comments next month.

(End of this chapter)