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

Chapter 257 Fulfilling Promises
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At night, inside a building in Cherwood District.

Xio returned home in the drizzle. While wiping his hair with a towel, he said to Fors:

"Your letter has been sent."

Fors said "hmm" and secretly wondered when the teacher would reply.

At this time, Xio put down the towel and said casually:
"There's news about Mr. X's party. It's at the same place as before, on Friday night."

Very good, I can tell Mr. World now! I don’t know how much I need to pay for it… Fors’ eyes lit up when she heard this.

Before she could ask for details, Xio added:

"Mr. X also gave me a task that is said to be well-paid. Um, tell him about the people you know who have abnormal luck."

"Someone with abnormal luck?" Fors whispered doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain? Who would reveal the situation around him at a party like this? It would be easy for people to discover his true identity."

"Who knows? Maybe he's really a madman." Xio didn't know anyone with abnormal luck, so he responded nonchalantly.

Fors thought about it carefully for a while, but still didn't understand the real purpose of this task. He could only put it behind his mind and prepare to pray to Mr. Fool when Xio went to take a shower, and pass the corresponding information to the World Gehrman Sparrow.

……

Klein, who was on Sefirah Castle, received this request. Coincidentally, he had just communicated with the "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin. He used the power of Sefirah Castle and a "Time Worm" left by Amon to create a demigod-level advanced spell.

After hearing what Fors said, he first chose to divine on Sefirah Castle that "assassinating Mr. X is very dangerous." The yellow crystal pendulum rotated clockwise, which was somewhat dangerous, but perhaps acceptable.

Mr. X, Louis Wayne himself is a Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 Beyonder, and he has the Aurora Society behind him, and may even be the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros.

From this perspective, the danger of assassination is even smaller, and the danger only comes from Mr. X himself. It may be because the "Angel of Destiny" is in Silver City at this time and will not provide assistance to Mr. X who is far away in the Northern Continent, and the real creator may not care even more.

Such divination results were within his expectations.

He didn't reply immediately, but went straight back to bed.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then was startled by the earth-shaking explosion and sat up. All sleepiness was gone, and he stayed awake until dawn, and was unable to get a good night's sleep.

Soon, Walter came in and saluted him:
"Sir, there was a huge gas explosion in southern Backlund, which caused a small earthquake. Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Klein somehow thought of Hazel who always ran to the sewers. However, Hazel, who could only move for about an hour, couldn't possibly run directly to the south and back. He sighed and said, "I need to rest."

Walter agreed and left the room with Richardson.

After they left, Klein, who was completely unable to sleep, transformed into Gehrman Sparrow and prayed to The Fool:

“…I can take this mission, but whether I succeed or not, I want a stone from your bracelet, and the right to use the magic book for a period of time.

“If successful, all the spoils will belong to me, and you can only take the target’s head.

"If necessary, you will provide assistance."

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"It looks like you've been doing well lately?"

Edward sat down and said to the Dark Saint beside him: "I brought some coffee beans from the southern continent. Please make me a cup of coffee."

The Dark Saint stole a glance at the True Creator, and seeing that He did not express anything, he bowed slightly and said, "Okay."

The Dark Saint left, and the two mythical creatures in the room looked at each other.

The true Creator sat upright on the single sofa opposite, saying nothing. His dissipated spirituality transformed into shadowy wings, which gathered around His shoulders and waist in layers. The brighter the light around Him, the darker the direction He was in became.

There is more gold in His hair, and the eroded black is slowly retreating to the ends of His hair.

Edward looked at Him with interest for a moment, then said with a smile, "You have indeed gained a great benefit from your previous promotion. I can see that you seem to have regained the direction of 'the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God'. The 'Hanged Man' is omniscient and almighty, and the 'Visionary' created everything. You and He happen to be the two core authorities, but in terms of the cornerstone alone, you are indeed a more suitable choice."

The True Creator prepared his words: "You, through the 'Memory of Disaster', washed away my divinity, made me experience nearly a thousand joys, sorrows, anger and happiness as a human being, and made me reject my divinity and even divinity itself. Is this to curb the original revival?"

"Correct."

"But I remember that you were not afraid of death, or returning to the 'original'."

The topic between the gods gradually became inappropriate for angels below the level of angels. Halfway through, the Dark Saint came into the room with tea and coffee. They remained silent at the same time until the other party left, and then they isolated the things in the room from the outside world again.

"Just because I don't mind doesn't mean I'm happy with it. Pursuing a higher and correct ending is our instinct and the meaning of life. But there's no god who stipulates when this should end, so we can delay it as much as we want."

The end of "correctness"... The True Creator pondered this new concept.

Edward smiled and said, "Ally, weren't you afraid to let me become a god because you weren't strong enough? Now that you have gained the power of a true god and a higher purpose, as a reward, you won't have any objections to me becoming a god, right?"

The True Creator replied: "Compared to what I got, your asking price is a bit cheap. Therefore, you must have gained something else." "If you want to make up the difference..."

"Do not want to."

In fact, using the symbol of "God" and corresponding to "Heaven" is good for both of us. When your shadow covered the Eastern Continent, I used your eyes to see something in the southwest of the God-Forsaken Land that resonated with me. Maybe it was... Edward didn't care: "That's fine. I'm not a petty god."

"What kind of assistance are you going to provide to the Southern Continent?"

Edward changed the subject naturally: "It has been almost half a month since the restoration of the Balam Empire and the declaration of war by the God of Death on the Northern Continent. The Northern Continent has begun to organize effective resistance, and the Intis Colony seems to have finally understood the truth that 'if the lips disappear, the teeth will also become cold', and has begun to provide some limited support to the Loen garrison..."

"But they are easy to deal with and have no firm will to fight. All they need is a little bribe of gold, spices, and silk, a specialty of the southern continent."

"There's a war going on down there, but business is going on up there."

Edward took a sip of his favorite coffee:
"The Balam Empire's army is not that good. It relies entirely on the Beyonders of the Church of the God of Death to hold it together. 70% of the hallucinogenic drugs produced in the Southern Continent are sold to the Northern Continent, and 30% are consumed in the Southern Continent. The average life expectancy of the people is less than 50 due to oppression and endless high-pressure labor. It is a pipe dream to expect them to form a slightly better army. Now that the demigods of the Northern Continent have joined the battle, they have been held back by the garrisons of the two countries. They have been fighting for several days on the Star Plateau in West Balam, and have not yet successfully liberated the sixth city."

The True Creator had been preparing for his own promotion and did not know much about the battle situation.

Compared to the situation in the southern continent, He was more clear about Backlund's current situation. After the Balam Empire initially took power and continued to take over the cities that had revolted, the exports from the southern continent became less and less, and many plantations were burned down after a round of cotton picking.

The Church of Death had specially assigned a team to do this task, and after burning the plantation, they quickly drove the zombies and undead to reopen the fields and plant crops. The team carried one or two seals of the "Tiller" path, which allowed them to use the land immediately.

In this way, the Balam Empire initially improved its food productivity and reduced its exports.

The northern continent lost its resources and collapsed particularly obviously.

The export volume of cotton was greatly reduced, and a large number of textile factories were forced to lay off employees or even close down. The workers who lost their jobs either wandered the streets in panic, or took to the streets with signs, trying to gain some attention for themselves through parades.

But the government did not pay much attention to this, and there were no immediate regulatory measures. After the march, the unemployed workers could only return to the East District and compete with the people in the East District for hard and tiring jobs, or become street girls again in exchange for some food.

The export volume of grain has dropped sharply. Although the Church of the Death God has not yet recaptured East Balam, they have already reached out to the merchants doing grain business in East Balam. They will receive unknown intimidation and assassination. If they do not lower the price of grain and reduce exports, the bodies of them and their families will be hung in front of the church of the gods they believe in.

"...Oh, have you heard of Javier Reina? I heard that he was the one who resolutely refused to negotiate with the Death God Church, believing that the greedy Death God Church would never be satisfied with replacing the governor of a city. As a result, neither the governor nor his companions listened to his advice, and a mutiny broke out in Aldra City. He died. Oh, now people in the House of Commons like to use the words 'sacrifice' or 'martyrdom' to describe him, praising him as a truly outstanding Loen man."

Edward recalled with great interest what had happened a few months ago, and when thinking about the current calls in Loen, he would never get tired of watching such a scene no matter how many times he watched it.

"I am very familiar with this matter, but I can't remember the name or the person at all."

Precious metals, minerals, and spices also decreased greatly. Loen had iron mines and was not very fond of spices, so it was not affected much. However, Intis, which abused spices and precious metals, was hit hard. The prices of luxury goods in the country soared, and Loen and the countries of the northern continent suffered together.

Now, the price of gold has tripled and is continuing to rise.

The turbulent economic and social environment has led to a sharp increase in unemployment, and discrimination against people from the southern continent and mixed-race people has become increasingly severe.

Turmoil and panic are just the right opportunities for evil gods to develop beliefs and recruit believers.

Thanks to the cooperation with the Ernst Foundation and the Pilgrimage Sect, the Aurora Society has recently been baptized with new members, providing the True Creator with people from the Southern Continent and mixed-race people from all walks of life, including many wealthy businessmen with great status in the Northern Continent.

The increase in channels and the large amount of donations have given the Aurora Society sufficient funds to attract new members. Coupled with the vision of a world where the true creator has become a god, the Aurora Society's status in the secret organization has continued to rise, upgrading from the number one cult to the king of cults.

"…I can provide some assistance."

The True Creator said: "I have a responsibility to my believers. My responsibility is to ignite the war as quickly as possible and end it as soon as possible. Since the war situation in the southern continent is stalemate, I will definitely help."

"How are you going to help?"

"I'll send Medici over."

"Your assistance is really great." Edward praised. "By the way, Medici's behavior recently is quite interesting."

"what?"

"He said that He found something interesting in the sewers. He got into a fight with someone in the sewers yesterday and started a fire that almost sent half of Backlund to the sky."

Edward smiled as he took out three wanted posters stamped by the church, offering a reward for anyone who had entered the sewer the night before.

There is no portrait, but a vague human figure is drawn very cleverly, throwing a torch into the sewer in an extremely arrogant posture.

TBC
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I feel refreshed after the exam. I'll try to write another chapter this afternoon.

That’s great! The Squid Interview finally has information about the Western Continent. I can write a little about the Western Continent!

(End of this chapter)