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

Chapter 267 Zaratul, you framed me!
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Leonard was in the corner of the lounge, scribbling on the notebook in his hand.

He had memorized the facial features of "Sherlock Moriarty" so well that he could draw a rough portrait of Ince Zangwill with his eyes closed, but he could not recall the source of this familiarity.

"When exactly is it? Who exactly is it?"

Leonard quickly sketched a Sherlock with a sketching technique, stared at the other's beard for a while, and suddenly, as if possessed, he rubbed his beard with the eraser at the end of the pencil.

But he rubbed his beard black in a few strokes. Leonard was startled, then suddenly realized something and drew another one next to it.

This one has no beard.

The first impression of a senior detective is often sophistication, which is not only due to his qualifications and experience, but also makes people subconsciously assume that his age is over 30 or even 40. But without a beard, Sherlock Moriarty suddenly looks very young.

Sherlock Moriarty might not really be that old!
Leonard's pupils shrank slightly, and the tip of his pen paused in the air, and he began to look for other ways to cover it. Soon, he drew another Sherlock without glasses next to the Sherlock without a beard.

Leonard frowned and looked at the three photos carefully, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly stood up, ran away, left the lounge, and rushed all the way to his small workshop in the church.

Leonard rushed to the cork board where he pinned photos of suspicious people, took down the photo of Sherlock Moriarty, and placed it on the table. He also opened his doodle notebook and placed it next to the photo.

Finally, he bent down with some trembling, took out a book from the drawer, and took out a smooth photo without any wrinkles or scratches.

——This is a group photo of the Tingen Nighthawks team.

It was taken one month after the new fortune teller Klein Moretti officially joined.

Leonard placed the photo solemnly on the table, closed his eyes, and turned on the light.

Under the light, the smiles of everyone in the photo were clearly visible, and the friend who had died in the disaster looked at the camera shyly.

...and yet, Sherlock Moriarty without the beard and glasses.

Almost exactly the same.

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Medici frowned, sat down on a stone that was warmed by the bonfire, pulled back the person who was trying to move away, and asked:

"Those little brats decided to temporarily cease fire?"

Traynor, who was caught in the arms of the conqueror, nodded carefully, while the new Red War members around him were secretly grilling skewers.

"That's it? Is this the quality of the church under the God of Death? There are no extra people in the two counties? Are their archons just for show?"

Ah. Archon.

Treanor took out a black-and-white photo from the wooden file holder in his hand. The document behind it recorded the biography of a man named Azik Eggers and pointed it to Medici:

"The Archon of the Church of the God of Death seems to have some problems. He has lived fifteen lives, all of which were in the Northern Continent. Six of them were as a wealthy businessman, five were as an aristocrat, and the rest were as a middle-class or wealthy civilian. But the highest aristocrat could climb was only the baron - this was also caused by the Northern Continent's suppression of mixed-bloods and people from the Southern Continent. In short, this Archon Azik seems to know nothing about politics and management now. He is not in the right state, and the ability improvement brought by the magic potion itself will take some time to manifest again."

"He is only in name only and has less power than the high priest. The supreme ruler of the Balam Empire is still..."

Treanor thought about the name for a moment and said:

"The Pale Emperor."

Medici was quite attentive to intelligence information. After listening to this report, he picked up Azik Eggers' resume with two fingers and looked at it. He could no longer hide the gloating on his face:
"This kid has finally gotten what he deserves."

"Do you know Him?" Trena asked politely. He felt that this was complete nonsense. Medici became famous as early as the Third Age. Trena believed that every angel who came after him had met Him.

"He's not an acquaintance. I heard that he was glared at by someone at the end of the Fourth Epoch, and then there was no news about him." Medici flipped through the introduction of Azik's fifteen lives, and said happily, "I was wondering how he could be alive without making any sound. It turns out that he has become demented."

It turns out that in the eyes of a born mythical creature, forgetting part of the power of the potion itself is equivalent to becoming demented. The sequence is the "Archon of Death" but he can't handle the affairs of the church and the empire for a while. If Medici saw him, he would definitely laugh at him - he has been imprisoned in the basement for nearly two thousand years, but he has not forgotten the instinct of ruling!
"By the way, He also has a follower. You have seen him."

Traynor, who had touched a bunch of corn and started roasting it, turned around and said, "Huh?"

"The little fortune teller who turned into a woman."

Medici pinched his chin with interest. "He is carrying the Pale Legion's command whistle. This kind of thing can never be given to an ordinary follower. Maybe he is the grandson of this little feathered serpent for many generations. But it has been so long, and the big feathered serpent has not taken the Pale Legion back. Could it be that it has been left to the little fortune teller?"

"How stupid! A bunch of people playing with the dead and zombies actually think they don't have enough manpower - just bring back the Pale Legion, there are as many people as you want."

"You are right, but it's a pity that the Pale Legion has nothing to do with you."

Treanor made a joke and suddenly felt the arm around his neck tighten. (Oh no, there are hunters everywhere recently. If I’m not careful, my mouth will be faster than my brain!) He immediately became clear-headed and his intelligence and quotient recovered. He said with enlightenment: "Why do you have to follow the orders of the Death God Church? If you just destroy other places, the Death God Church will follow you even if they run away, and you can also lure the army of the northern continent here."

His arms loosened a little, and Treanor took the opportunity to turn the roasted corn over:
"The pace in this month is too fast. If Loen is pushed too hard, Intis will also feel nervous. Now Loen's garrison in East Balam has been forced to the city of Berens. Loen will not allow them to retreat, so they are prepared to hold out with their backs to the sea until reinforcements arrive."

"Who are the reinforcements coming?"

"Are you interested? I heard that he is a person of noble status, perhaps a saint from the royal family or the duke's family."

Trena was rather pessimistic about Rune's resistance. The war symbol of the Southern Continent's Sequence One was already staring at his roasted corn with his arms around his neck. What was the point of the Northern Continent sending another demigod?

Unless angels join the battle... Based on his current knowledge of mysticism, he knows that in the presence of a true God, the highest level of angels can reach is Sequence Two. To kill Medici, it would probably take a group attack by multiple angels, or the descent of a god.

God descends...

Can't imagine.

"Maybe he's just a cover, there's a strong man hiding behind him..." Trena muttered. Under the tactical deterrence of Medici, he had to break the freshly roasted corn into two pieces and give one piece to Medici. Although he felt that the Northern Continent would definitely not want to start a war so soon, he still chose to remind, "If Augustus has an angel, it can only be their founding monarch. I don't think such a person can enter the battlefield so soon, but you have to be careful of the help of the church. Maybe the royal demigod will be followed by an angel of the church."

But generally speaking, angels don't go into battle easily.

The same was true for the "War Angel". Apart from occasional command, Medici had been forcibly suppressing the urge to start a war and overlooking the battlefield. The battles between the saints were still minor and did not really threaten the gods and the anchors of the gods.

Angels are equal to the Pope, have a noble status, and are mythical figures that have been sung for hundreds of years. They are also very rare.

Once it appears, it means that the battle has escalated to the level where the gods are watching. It is no longer a battle between humans, but a battle between gods!
God's will will determine the direction of the war and the final winner.

Humans cannot compete with God, so in order to gain as much benefit as possible before God's will comes, they will always try to drag things out a bit, delay the time of the angel's coming, or simply let things end at the level of a saint.

"The Northern Continent won't do that. I guess it will just be small fights for a long time. The old snake is waiting for the Northern Continent to send an angel first. He himself has two sequences plus one uniqueness, so isn't he also an angel?"

Medici and his subordinates munched on corn and chatted about the customs and practices of the southern continent. They joked with each other about who couldn't walk when seeing a beautiful girl, who missed the target due to nervousness during a raid, and from time to time they shared the Aurora Society's new favorite dish in the cafeteria, the "Blessed Beef and Mashed Potatoes".

These beef-flavored potatoes, which can grow by themselves after a while by adding a little water, are like the fish and bread of the Holy Communion. They are completely in line with the Rose Bishops' understanding of flesh and blood magic. Mr. Frank, who is far away at sea, has become the most admired farmer by all the Aurora members.

Ever since the Aurora Club received this product, the cafeteria, which was originally deserted, has become visibly lively.

Many new believers in the Aurora Society were attracted by the "sizzling barbecue and white bread". The people at the bottom were very simple and honest, and all they wanted from their belief in the evil god was a bite to eat.

Potatoes have always been a very productive crop, and even more so after Mr. Frank's improvement, one acre of land can produce several times more food. Although I didn't eat "sizzling barbecue and white bread" many times, I could eat honey bread, beef-flavored mashed potatoes, fried potato cakes, potato cakes, potato flour, potato dumplings, and French fries with a mysterious taste... It was completely acceptable. Being able to fill your stomach and have the strength to do things is the first thing that makes people happy and satisfied, except for praying.

They have now become regular customers of the canteen, and the factory canteen is bustling every day.

As a result, Mr. Frank Lee became the most popular person in the Aurora Club besides the Lord.

Whoever helps people to have enough food will be remembered by people.

Mr. Z, who was in charge of contacting Mr. Frank, borrowed a camera and took pictures of people in the cafeteria praying with smiles before meals. He also took some pictures of potato products that looked good. He collected people's comments for a week and finally put them in a large manila folder. However, due to the war, the postal service at sea was basically suspended, so it could only be handed over to another messenger at sea to take it over.

Mr. Frank Lee belonged to the pirate "Admiral of the Stars". "Admiral of the Stars" happened to be familiar with the visiting Ms. D, so he successfully handed the package to Mr. Frank.

It is said that Mr. Frank was extremely excited after reading several pages of reviews and photos. He praised his mother more than ten times in a row, walked around the boat happily, cried and laughed, and was even so excited that he almost took off his shirt and jumped into the sea to fight passionately with the fish under the gaze of the guests.

Then he calmed down and solemnly invited Ms. D to visit his laboratory. He enthusiastically introduced some new products that were under development, such as mushrooms that can grow in a dark environment, mushrooms that eat monster meat, mushrooms that can extract poison by themselves, milk mushrooms, fish mushrooms...

In her report, Ms. D expressed her incomprehension of the variety of mushrooms, but Mr. Frank's joy was genuine.

"These mashed potatoes are really good, only slightly worse than my mom's."

"Before I had to eat nasty rye bread, but now I have meat, fish and bread! Praise the Lord!"

"Hahaha! Praise the Lord!"

Treanor hummed a perfunctory "Praise the Lord" as he looked over the bill, calculating the price of the beef and potatoes.

More than a month after the war began, Balam's independence was in full swing. Slaves in many places spontaneously rebelled, killed their slave owners, and fled to the West Balam Plain where the Balam Empire was located.

As a plantation owner with equally large assets in the southern continent, Trenor made all ten of his plantations independent at once.

However, he was always well-informed and burned all the contracts of the slaves and laborers early on, forgiving their debts and declaring them all free men. Because Master Vaughan had a good reputation and was a conscientious master, the free laborers were willing to continue working under him, and Treanor's plantation completed a peaceful evolution, and the people's work enthusiasm and efficiency were even higher.

Paying them salaries is undoubtedly an additional expense. In addition, the number of people from the southern continent seems to be increasing. Pilgrimage sects and refugees are gathering in West Balam, and the land that has not yet been fully cultivated is no longer enough.

"We need to go get some potato seeds from the Aurora Society."

Treanor ran his fingers over the bill a few times and muttered to himself, "Six pence a pound? Not bad, just twice the market price. If you add beef to it, it's even more than that... Mr. Frank is still as friendly as ever."

"It would be great if we could contact him... Let's buy 10,000 pounds and send them to the land in the east to try growing them."

He thought about Richard's message and the hundreds of thousands of people in the northern continent who needed to be evacuated, and felt a headache.

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The flying chess game has reached its final stage, and Zaratul's last plane is only three steps away from the finish line, but Klein needs a six. Although the probability of each number is one in six, people still subconsciously think that 6 is the most difficult to get.

Zaratul's beard moved slightly, probably because he was laughing. It seemed that bullying the young man brought him a lot of happiness. "Well, you played this game with me, and I have no regrets. After it's over, I will tell you the recipes of the obsidian, the door-opening symbol, and the 'Trickster'."

Klein didn't say anything, hoping that the next hand would quickly get a 6 so that he could leave town. Although Zaratul didn't say what the punishment would be if he lost to Him in flying chess, Zaratul's repeated questions, as if to retaliate against Klein's behavior of taking advantage of him, made him physically and mentally exhausted. He always had to immediately devote his attention to those questions that might have deeper meanings, and couldn't immerse himself in the game seriously.

The dice started spinning again and stopped at 2.

Zaratul took two steps forward.

Klein took the dice and rolled it. After spinning for a while, it stopped at 4.

"Well, you have played with me for so long, I have no regrets."

Seeing that there were only a few rounds left before the end, Zaratul suddenly put away the dice, indicating that it was getting late and you had been here for a long time. If I die here by accident, my ashes will not be able to leave again. Then he prepared to clean up the chessboard. It has been so long, and the red moon has changed at least four times. Are there still a few rounds left? Klein looked at this hidden existence with a suspicious look, thinking that the other party might have a premonition that he was about to lose.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he would not really stop the other party. Klein could not accurately grasp the time, but at least several hours should have passed in the outside world. If it was already dawn, Arrodes, who needed to interact with the butler and servants, would be exposed. He had to hurry back.

Zaratul stretched out his dry palm, reached forward, and pulled out a piece of yellow-brown parchment, a quill pen stained with ink, and a bottle of ink.

Although this was the second time he saw this high-sequence fortuneteller take action, Klein couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Zaratul picked up the feather pen and wrote words and symbols on the parchment, then rolled it up and handed it to him:
"The 'Open Door' symbol, and the 'Trickster' potion formula you requested."

"They can only last for three quarters of an hour and cannot be taken to the outside world."

In front of Zaratul, Klein openly unfolded the parchment, revealing the potion formula and the 'open door' symbol.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and froze.

The "open door" symbol is basically the same as the complex symbol provided by the Antigonus family notes with the help of the "Doom Puppet", which is a vertical eye composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols!

However, there is a slight difference in the details between the two, a crescent pattern and a broken line logo have swapped positions!

At this moment, the first thought that came to Klein's mind was:
Zaratul does have a conspiracy!

Then, he was very glad that he had obtained the correct "opening door" symbol from the Antigonus family notes in advance, so he felt confident and was not panicked.

Zaratul let the feather pen and ink bottle in his hand return to history, raised his head, glanced at "German Sparrow", sighed and said:

"All conditions are in place. You can go and open the 'Escape Door'."

At this point, he fixed his gaze on the face of Gehrman Sparrow and laughed:
"Don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly split into countless tiny spots of light, which spread out in all directions and merged into the void. It seemed that it had already decayed and turned into ashes.

Where he sat, there was a tin-white jar left behind, with simple patterns on the surface, nothing special.

Klein took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the tin can. He felt it was heavy and didn't look fake.

He opened the lid of the jar with the hand holding the parchment and saw that the inside was full of grayish-white dust and particles, with no sparkles of light at all.

Is it really just ordinary ashes? Then who helped Zaratul to cremate him? Did he cremate himself? Klein couldn't figure out what was going on. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. He took out the Spiritual Annihilation Bullet that the Dark Saint had given him (which he would definitely not use) and threw it into Zaratul's urn.

Then, Klein picked up the obsidian slab that appeared beside the table, walked to the wall with the gap, and installed it.

The wall quickly emitted light and gradually became transparent, through which one could vaguely see the unfamiliar scenery and sky outside.

During this process, Klein was quite hesitant, not knowing whether to draw the symbol of Zaratul or the one of the Antigonus family.

Although his first reaction was that there was something wrong with the pattern Zaratul gave him, if the other party wanted to harm him, it would be enough for him to simply not tell him that the church was dangerous when the red moon appeared. Moreover, the other party would need him to bring the urn to the outside world, and it would not be good for him if Klein died in front of the door.

On the other hand, the sign obtained from the Antigonus family may not be correct. Judging from the fact that Zarathu has gone crazy in the outside world, the treasure of the Antigonus family may be a trap.

Klein took out the gold coin and after hesitating for a moment, released the completely mutated Senior.

The eyes of the Blood Admiral turned dark blue and seemed to be moving left and right, causing Klein to suspect that this newborn "demon" had developed a new personality, but was temporarily unable to break free from his control.

Just right.

He controlled Senior to walk to the wall, and he stepped back a few steps, letting the other party draw the pattern given by Zaratul.

The puppet did as he was told. Soon, the complex vertical eye was drawn.

Pure rays of light then covered it, moving along the lines and finally converging together.

The scenery behind me became clearer and clearer, and the door was about to open, without any abnormality.

Senior's deep blue eyes actually moved, and it took a step forward without Klein's control, as if it wanted to pass through the door first.

But the next moment, its movements froze, and it let out an instinctive howl as if it had seen something extremely terrifying. The howl seemed to be a mixture of the screams of a "vengeful spirit" and the obscene words of a "devil". All the secret dolls on the roof immediately turned their heads to look at it!

Then, under the gaze of the swaying secret dolls, Senior seemed to be lifted up by the neck by an invisible hand, rising into the air and hanging at the same height as the secret dolls. His eyes rolled back a little bit and he swayed slightly.

Zaratul really has a conspiracy?!
Klein immediately manipulated his "Spirit Thread" to prevent it from floating to the top of the church, and then immediately turned to look at Zaratul's tin-white urn.

After opening the lid and taking a closer look, Klein's eyes narrowed and froze in an instant.

All the ashes in the tin can were gone!

So that's how it is. As long as you open the door, you are interacting with the outside world. It doesn't matter whether you take someone out or not...

In the sight of "Gehrman Sparrow" who had not yet completely disappeared, the image behind the light gate zoomed in, revealing an empty hall.

No, it was not empty at all. There were more corpses hanging in the air. "They" were old and young, male and female, and their clothes were either exquisite, gorgeous, ancient, or casual.

These corpses, along with the hanged people inside the church, floated up at the same time. "They" were densely packed, coming and going, as if performing a grand opera, an opera that accurately reflected all the ecology and details of a small town!
Klein saw that behind each of these hanged men, there was a transparent, slippery tentacle with intricate patterns and hidden secrets that seemed to be able to drive people crazy.

All these countless tentacles extended deep into the hall, where there was a huge ancient stone chair, the surface of which was inlaid with dull gold and gems.

This... Klein's mind tensed up, and he closed his eyes without hesitation, breaking the connection with the secret doll!
The scene he saw during divination appeared in his mind:
Countless transparent maggots huddled together, sitting on the huge chair, slowly wriggling, growing wildly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

In the last scene captured by the puppet's vision, a tarot card was lying quietly at the bottom of the ancient chair.

It also showed Roselle on the surface. The great emperor was wearing a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carrying a cane with luggage hanging on it, as if he was about to go on a long journey.

His expression was full of longing, with a puppy following him. In the upper corner, there were words outlined with bright stars:
"Sequence 0: Fool!"

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The newspaper in Edward's hand shook slightly. In the brief moment of less than a second, he suddenly felt that something related to himself suddenly appeared, and then suddenly the connection was completely disconnected.

"My Sequence One?"

The vague feeling just now seemed to appear in a very far place in the north.

"No, if the Church of Evernight had to be noticed every time they moved a Level 0 Sealed Object, they would have been discovered long ago."

"What is it? Why is it so far away?"

He stared at the north for a while, and suddenly a crack appeared on the tip of his index finger. A drop of blood formed a long blood line, outlining the shape of a vague mountain.

Demons are against divination, but they make an exception when they divine on themselves.

"I have bled... When did I bleed in the mountains..."

The devil suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall.

In the early morning of May 1369, 6.

It was a very ordinary day, nothing special in the mystical sense.

"Someone touched the blood I left in the secret town..."

"The door to the secret town has opened again..."

"What day is today? Is it the 'time' that Zarathu is waiting for? Zarathu will definitely not be stupid enough to leave the church to touch my blood, and He cannot leave either. Then - if it has nothing to do with time, then it has something to do with the people who left the town this time?"

TBC
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In a hidden corner that could not be divined or found, a slowly wriggling humanoid monster, like countless insects huddled together, slowly retracted and stretched out one hand, two hands from the edge...

One of the hands pulled out a rusty and blackened bullet from the flesh, as if it came from dozens or even hundreds of years ago. The other hand fumbled on the ground and touched a model of something called a "projector". The projector, which had no power supply or film loading, suddenly lit up by itself and projected rolling films on the stone wall.

It was the scene where Zaratul lost to Klein in flying chess, and Klein turned into a secret doll after opening the door!
But when the door opened, the picture suddenly became blurry, and Klein's figure became unclear. Finally, the slides began to rewind, rewinding to the moment when Senior turned into a secret doll. The world changed, and Klein did not die, but walked out.

Snapped!
The fifth hand turned off the projector, and the five hands intertwined together to become Zaratul's old arms.

A vague low laugh came from the flesh mass formed by the insects:

"The future life is terrible..."

(End of this chapter)