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

Chapter 258 Sewer Party

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Large irregular depressions appeared on the ground in the southern part of Backlund, but fortunately, there was no serious collapse.

The bounty offered by the church and Sivellas Field was posted on the bulletin board and was quietly noted down by bounty hunters, who tried to secretly find the person who had sneaked into the sewer last night and caused the huge explosion, in order to obtain a bounty of three hundred pounds.

The culprit of all this, the war angel Mr. Medici, not only blew up part of the underground buildings last night, but also buried his own traces with flames and collapse. He cut off the route he took to leave, and then walked to the underground ruins where he had been imprisoned for nearly two thousand years, and dug the ground from the nearby gap to escape.

"Backlund's sewers are really lively. There's an interesting mouse hiding in there, and there's also a little witch who runs really fast."

"It's fine for the mouse to stay there, but the witch... oh, why would the witch stay down there?"

He noticed that there was a little witch hiding in the sewer, but before he got there, he accidentally ran into a mouse.

The kind-hearted red angel saw that the mouse was cold and dark in the sewer, so he kindly gave it some fire. As a result, the poor mouse was scared half to death, and fled to the ground in panic, then crawled into some dark corner, and no one knew where it ran to.

The rats even damaged a gas pipe on their way out, causing the late-night underground explosion.

When he left the mouse and prepared to look for the little witch with the strange breath, he found that the other party's breath had disappeared.

“This place is so nostalgic.”

Medici used his foot to smooth out the traces, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked away leisurely in the night. In the distant city, gas lights were already on and flames flickered: "But it has become history. By the way, you two will soon become history too. Only Medici will be left in the world. No one will know your stories, and no one will know how you died!"

The real creator of the outside world became a true God and could use flesh and blood magic to reshape Medici's body, allowing Him to truly come alive and have a living body rather than a cold mechanical product.

Reshape the body, then take out a "Conqueror" attribute that had been prepared long ago by the Iron Cross, and restore the power of Sequence One.

After that, Medici will be sent to the southern continent to lead his well-trained team to join the struggle between the Church of Death and the Seven Gods, and establish a solid mystical connection with his subordinates through war and combat command - the one who will establish the connection will be the "Angel of War" Medici, and the army will only recite this name, not the "Red Evil Spirit" or Soren Einhorn Medici.

In this way, the existence of the other two conquerors was gradually weakened, the spiritual imprint of Medici was strengthened and completed, and finally the three were reunited into one, allowing the "Red Angel" to return intact.

It is obvious that the true Creator did not consider, nor would he consider, the life or death of the other two conquerors.

The other two conquerors remained silent.

Einhorn was not too moved by what should have happened two thousand years ago. He felt a little helpless and unwilling to accept the announcement of death, but he was also prepared to accept reality. Soran tried to say something, but when he thought of his declining family and the fragmented heritage and history, he angrily sighed and said nothing.

Ah——I have finally waited for this moment!!
Seeing that the other two evil spirit roommates finally shut up and didn't intend to waste the remaining time on a meaningless verbal dispute among the three, Medici grinned again, feeling refreshed, sunny, and a refreshing energy rushing straight from his spine to his brain. The last time he felt so refreshed was a few days ago, when he saw with his own eyes the Lord blocking the Storm Lord with one hand and suppressing the Eternal Sun with the other.

I've been wanting to see you two bastards swallowing your anger like this for a long time!
I've wanted to see this expression of jealousy towards me but not daring to speak for a long time!!
Medici was in high spirits, with a little bounce in his steps.

It was still dark, and it was not yet five in the morning.

Due to the surge in unemployment, there are now some pedestrians on the streets.

The number of homeless vagrants has also increased rapidly. Now it is almost June and the weather is getting warmer. Even sleeping on the street will not cause you to faint like a few months ago. However, they cannot squeeze into the poorhouse, and because of the Poor Law, they cannot sleep on the streets, in parks, or in squares. They can only walk numbly and tiredly all night, and take a nap in some corners when the police are not aware of them.

Medici did not go out for a walk directly. He traveled through the spiritual world to Queens and found a square with not many people to rest. When the sky gradually brightened, more and more people came to the street. The police officers of Sivella Square and the extraordinary people of the church conducted an investigation in secret.

Only then did he use the extraordinary items that the Aurora Society had equipped him with to modify his appearance and blend into the crowd.

After strolling for a while, Medici passed by the Demon Family's cake shop.

Flour has also been affected to some extent, but not greatly, and is more popular than before, mostly among well-dressed young people.

Medici took a look at the crowded store, fished out a limited membership card from his pocket that offered a 40% discount and skip-the-line privileges, and walked straight in amid the envious gazes of the crowd.

Now the Lord cannot always appear in Backlund, otherwise it will make the fragile nerves of the Seven Gods and the superficial peace worse. Some disguise and preparation are needed, so He and the Outer Gods will go somewhere on the sea this afternoon to discuss the next matters. The Red Angel is bored and goes out for a walk, intending to bring some afternoon tea back to the Lord.

In the evening, when the real Creator came back, He inexplicably felt that there was something strange in the other's eyes, and he was holding a very abstract portrait silhouette in his hand. "Hey, who is this? Why are you so arrogant?"

Medici naturally took the portrait from the True Creator's hand, looked at the arrogant arsonist on it, and felt that it had some of the charm of a hunter. Then he heard the True Creator say:
"What were you doing in the sewer last night?"

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Under the dim moonlight and in the deep night, a figure carefully walked from the garden path to the outer wall and climbed out.

He had a broad forehead, shiny black hair and serious brown eyes. He was the butler Walter.

There was an explosion in the south last night, and tonight, his butler, Mr. Walter, entered the sewer in a somewhat impatient manner.

Why are people so skilled at climbing down sewers?

Miss Hazel, the neighbor next door, goes down there for about an hour every night, which may be related to the reason why she became a Beyonder. But the housekeeper's purpose is unknown to him. Mr. Dantes, who was repeatedly awakened by spiritual warnings from the sewer, finally became curious about the mysterious sewer. He took out a cigarette box and prepared to use the Senior Doll to track the other party to see what they were doing.

I hope it’s not more than 100 meters, otherwise I’ll have to go into the sewer... Klein muttered to himself as he returned to the gap in the curtain.

His secret doll, Senior, immediately used the mysterious connection between different mirrors to jump onto the gas street lamp next to the sewer entrance, then penetrated the manhole cover and followed silently.

Klein saw Walter walk forward about ten meters and then turn into a more secluded and gloomy passage. There was a lot of moss and dirt on the walls and the ground.

Suddenly, the butler stopped and said to someone:

“Why are you so impulsive?
"Why not wait for a better opportunity?"

Soon, a female voice that was slightly hoarse due to weakness responded to Walter's question:
“This is the best opportunity.”

"Once he returns to that manor, I don't know how long it will take for him to come out again."

The strange woman sighed and laughed at herself:
"Heh, it's not enough to kill me. On the contrary, last night, an explosion and collapse occurred for some reason. If I hadn't divined the danger and changed my position in time, I would have been in trouble too..."

The two asked and answered each other, and the person they mentioned happened to be William Sykes, the manor butler who they had just met this morning and died unexpectedly in the afternoon.

This manor steward once served Prince Edessak, but strangely, the prince, his steward, and many servants have been punished, imprisoned or committed suicide. Even innocent people have been excluded from the circle of noble servants because of this incident, and it is difficult to be re-employed, and they can only do lower-level jobs, but William Sykes seems to be unaffected, which is indeed unreasonable.

The real reason for Prince Edessak's death was the real reason for the Great Smog Tragedy. Through their conversation, Klein gradually understood some of the circumstances - his steward had received favors from Prince Edessak, including this strange woman. They were secretly investigating the cause of Prince Edessak's death and attempting to avenge him.

There are still people who care about him so long after his death. It seems that Prince Edessak does have enough charisma and morality.

The conversation did not last long, the housekeeper could not disappear forever, and soon the strange woman asked Walter to leave.

"You should go too, don't let anyone notice you."

She turned her head so that Klein could see her clearly. She had a slightly round face, narrow eyes, a gentle temperament, and a hidden sweetness. She was an extremely outstanding and charming girl, and also an "acquaintance" of Klein:
Triss!
Triss Chick!
She's not dead yet? She escaped? She's still thinking about helping Prince Edessak take revenge? The moment he saw Triss, Klein, who was standing behind the curtains of the master bedroom, almost couldn't control his expression.

Although he had some vague guesses based on the previous conversation, when the facts lay before him, he still felt that it was beyond his imagination.

Even without dream divination, he could still recall part of the conversation between Triss and himself before the Backlund smog incident. At that time, she couldn't wait to get rid of Prince Edessak's control and the manipulation of her fate by the mastermind behind the scenes. She felt that her daily life was full of pain.

Would a witch who was originally a man sell her soul to the evil god in order to help Prince Edessak take revenge? What kind of plot is this from a third-rate romance novel! Klein's mouth twitched. He "saw" the butler Walter throw a bag of food to Triss, and "heard" him give a few instructions, then turned around and walked out of the hidden passage.

TBC
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Backlund Sewers, a great place for you to gather.

(End of this chapter)