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

Chapter 270 Disaster Is Coming
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Tick, tick. The warm blood kept falling to the ground, gathering into a pool under Ince Zangwill's knees.

His hands with sharp nails tightly grasped a piece of bloody raw meat and bit it madly.

The white feather pen and the bloodstained old notebook were casually spread out behind him. The rebellious Bishop of Night seemed to no longer care about how the dangerous 0-08 would mess with his fate. He only cared about the delicious food in front of him and the euphoria brought by killing.

On the pages that were splattered with blood and had turned dark red, there were lines of text:

"Poor Ince Zangwill, the feeling of madness was so wonderful, he was completely captured by the joy of killing, which was something he could not obtain in his clergy career that preached the control of desire."

“Why don’t you use your own power? Why don’t you act as you please? You’ve already left the damn church, you can use your own power to enjoy yourself, and you’re already a high and mighty demigod…”

"…But they were always afraid of being discovered by the church and dared not speak out. They just lingered among various organizations like rats crossing the street, and were kicked away after they were used. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"Poor Ince Zangwill, since when did the devil's heart replace your heart?"

The blood spread up and covered the last line of words.

A strange shadow fell on Ince Zangwill's face, which was as deep as a classical sculpture, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. His chest was covered with blood, and his sharp teeth were covered with blood and minced meat. The only remaining eye flashed a bloody and terrifying light in the darkness.

After finishing his meal, he picked up 0-08 and the notebook, and without even looking at the words on it or 0-08's sarcasm, he left the place directly, randomly choosing a direction to leave, without a target, as if he was just killing people aimlessly on the road to escape.

He seemed to have completely turned into a demon.

……

A few days later, Klein sat on the sofa at the East Balam Veterans Club again.

He had already collected some preliminary information about Balam through his own channels, and obtained first-hand information from the Aurora Society. If the matter was finalized, he would prepare to discuss the time and remuneration for going to West Balam with the guide he had contacted.

“West Balam is really chaotic. Even though he is just a warlord of moderate size, it is sometimes difficult to tell which faction he belongs to and who supports him… The Rose School has a strong influence here? For me, the danger is rising sharply…” Klein recalled the intelligence he had collected. This was information provided by Danitz, also known as “Vice Admiral Iceberg” Edwina.

Edwina's information covers a wider range, but not as detailed as the Aurora Society. Almost all secret organizations are connected, and even which organization, country, or demigod a warlord or tribal leader serves can be roughly answered.

Klein once again felt the comfort of having a large and powerful organization behind him. This was a completely different feeling from carefully maintaining the platform and the dignity of The Fool when he was running the Tarot Club.

After entering the club, in the same room as before, Klein met Army Colonel Calvin again.

After a few minutes of customary small talk and business flattery, Calvin finally got to the point. He looked at Dwayne Dantes and said with a smile:

"I've heard about your establishment of a charity fund to help students."

"In front of the goddess, all believers are distinguished only by their character, whether they are nobles or commoners, men or women, they are all the same."

"May those who live in bad places be free from fear and find peace. May our children be able to protect themselves in dangerous wars and return to us safely."

"I am glad that I have found the right man. You are a gentleman of impeccable character and piety, and your virtues are far more valuable than the help we can give. I am very relieved to leave the matter to you."

He was talking about the charity gathering this Saturday. After witnessing the current situation of Backlund's East District and poor children, Dwayne Dantès proposed to the Church of Night to launch a charity donation campaign to donate to children who could not afford to go to school.

Klein had discussed similar topics several times in the past two days, and immediately said skillfully and sincerely:

"No, my success is a testament to the love of the gentlemen and ladies who have made charitable donations. In my opinion, this love is more precious than the donations themselves."

Klein was indeed surprised to have raised 100,000 gold pounds through a charity gala for the nobility and wealthy.

What surprised him even more was that after making the donation, Miss Justice joined the "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund" as a director.

Calvin smiled even more enthusiastically, and said with satisfaction:

"All the items we want to send have been packed and sorted and are stored in a warehouse in Port Pritz."

Packing? That sounds like a lot. As expected of a noble, it seems like it’s not just a simple courier job... Klein thought of the large and small containers on the cargo ships at the port and prepared himself mentally.

He paused for a moment.
"When does it begin?"

"Everything has been prepared, including processed food and medicine that have been extended in shelf life. If possible, we hope to deliver it to the children within two weeks."

Klein widened his eyes slightly, not trying to hide his surprise—two weeks? It would take a week to go back and forth!
Dwayne Dantes is just an ordinary person without extraordinary characteristics. Even if he can hire a good extraordinary bodyguard, sailing on the sea is definitely not a safe and quick thing! What if he encounters a pirate general or even a pirate king? Will he still be alive?

"I know this is difficult, and we are willing to give you a thank you and compensation after this is over."

Calvin sighed and looked very embarrassed:
"Many routes between the northern and southern continents have been closed, and some islands are no longer safe to dock on. It takes a lot of time to go around. We can help you pay for the transportation costs, but we can't send anyone to assist you on the way."

They asked me to complete it within two weeks and bear the dangers alone at sea and in the southern continent, but they never mentioned any specific reward. It seemed like I was honored to help you. Indeed, a wealthy man with a vague background who wanted to enter the upper class could gain a lot of goodwill at once through this matter. If I really wanted to join the aristocratic class, this was definitely worth the risk.

But saying that there is no one to protect them during the journey actually means "you can sneak in a little bit of money", right? But these things are all for the noble children in their families. Haha, if those people write a letter home, Dwayne Dantès's efforts will be...

Within two weeks? Today is already the 15th, and it’s almost the end of the month. It seems I won’t be able to make it to the birth party of the “Snake of Fate”... I’m still waiting for His umbilical cord blood. It seems I can only wait and see... Klein thought for a moment and replied:
"I need to make some preparations and will leave as soon as possible."

Calvin and the others breathed a sigh of relief. It was rare to find someone willing to travel between the northern and southern continents to deliver goods during this special period. It would be difficult to get them to act without paying a huge amount of money. The appearance of Dwayne Dantes, who had a certain network of contacts, was a timely help. The two-week time limit was a bit tight, and they were a little worried that he might not agree.

The officers smiled. Calvin and Senator Macht looked at each other and said with a smile:

"No problem. I wish you all the best."

557
West Balam, Behrens Castle.

"My dearest Shanita, this is the 1,231st day and night since we last met."

"Did Violet like her sixth birthday present? I'm sorry, please tell her that Daddy can't go back to see her this year."

"Please forgive me for breaking my promise. I have to stay here. Apart from the gods and my duties, the only thing in my heart is missing you." The blond Major General Constantine Levitt walked slowly on the streets of the city, holding a heavy camera in his arms.

The air was filled with damp steam, and the residents of the city hurried back and forth, covering their faces with scarves, revealing only a pair of eyes whose bloodline could not be determined. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly closed, hiding behind them a group of anxious families.

The thin morning mist slowly dissipated in the midday sun. Obstacles were placed on the streets, barbed wire was set up at various checkpoints in the city, and the sounds of prayers and crying could be heard from the churches day and night. The smell of gunpowder and death permeated the place, endlessly.

"I'm very sorry. Your brother Johnson died in an operation to cover the army's retreat. He was an outstanding man. He died after fighting bravely, showing the demeanor of a soldier and the dignity of the Loveland family."

"I hope his wife and son won't be too sad."

Among the many ports in West Balam, the Port of Berens is the closest to the North Continent and the Rorsted Islands. Usually, it is bustling with passengers and cargo ships spewing yellow-white smoke, carrying a large number of tourists and guests to and from the sea. Now, there is no longer the novelty and bustle of a foreign land. After the mist that makes everything around hazy has dissipated, the city is filled with an indelible solemnity.

"I remember in your last letter, Violet said she wanted to see the beautiful scenery of Balam."

Constantine looked around at everything: the deserted port with no ships docked, the dilapidated city, the depressed streets, the park full of traces of battle, the dried-up and damaged fountain, the church with a missing corner...

The blond major general remained silent. He felt deeply frustrated and sad.

After a moment, he raised his camera and aimed it at the mountains, plains and blue sky in the distance.

"It's beautiful here, with blue skies and white clouds, Balam-style customs, and a plain that's larger than the family's hunting grounds."

"The cattle and sheep roamed the green grassland like clouds."

"Violet will like it here."

……

"How come you have time to come visit?"

The True Creator did not reach out to take the Southern Continent specialty drink that had just been poured on the table. He looked at the sky in the distance and spoke in a deep voice:
"I'm here to check on Medici."

"So you're here to inspect our work." Edward understood and took a sip of the orange drink. "You really don't want to try it? I improved the production method of 'Teyana' and added carbon dioxide into it with a machine. Now it tastes almost the same as soda."

The True Creator still looked out the window, and after a long while he said:
"Medici had completed the apotheosis rituals many times when he was alive. He is a natural mythological creature and does not need too many anchors. But when I reshaped Medici's body and helped him to accommodate the sequence again, I discovered that because he was completely forgotten by history, although he is still a 'conqueror', he is already an unknown 'conqueror'. The symbolic meaning is fragmented, and it is quite dangerous to complete the ritual in this way."

"Conquest" not only means war, victory and land, but also symbolically means conquering people's will and soul.

Just seeing the commander in chief would make them despair, and just facing the invincible army would make them bow their heads and surrender. They conquered all the way, building up fear and power until no one or any army in the world dared to challenge them - only in this way, only by "winning without fighting" and "subduing the enemy without fighting" could they completely conquer from the material to the soul!

What kind of "conqueror" are you if no one knows who you are?
"Therefore, I sent Him to the southern continent to reestablish His reputation. However, it seems that since the intensity of the war has not yet reached the level of angels, He cannot personally participate in the battle. Commanding from the rear to establish His reputation is not very effective."

"It's only been a month and a half. According to human habits, it's impossible for a full-scale war to break out."

Edward drank the drink in one gulp and looked at the True Creator in confusion:
"Ally, I have nothing to do with war. I am at most a person who adds fuel to the fire. A borderless person like me on the battlefield will only cause a fight between the two sides, and will not cause the war to escalate or public opinion. You can talk to Medici about these things, or to the God of Death. What do you mean by coming to me? Have you changed your personality and want to do business with me again?"

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly became lively:

"No way, are you planning to let me go to the East Continent?"

The True Creator looked at the demon opposite him, who was probably genuinely surprised, and nodded slowly.

When the True Creator learned that the culprit of the Great Smog, the "Desperate Witch", was in Edward's hands, he immediately established a deal with Him. At that time, the True Creator would use the witch's confession to expose the deal between King George III and the Witch Cult, completely muddying the situation in the Northern Continent, allowing Medici to naturally intervene in the world-class war, re-establish his reputation, and consolidate his symbol.

As a price, the True Creator allowed the Outer Gods to go to the East Continent for a period of time.

"You came at the right time. I just came back from the abyss yesterday. If you had come two days earlier, you wouldn't have seen me."

Thinking that he could finally go and see the sealed barrier set up by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and touch the "rootless flower sea" that he had not seen for thousands of years, Edward suddenly felt his headaches and legs were no longer sore. He felt better and could sit up straight. He felt so refreshed that he could even go downstairs and run a few laps. He clapped his hands lightly, with a clear look of joy on his face:
"Now? Today? ... Or within this month?" He suddenly remembered that the lamp god seemed to have not left the southern continent yet. If the angels intervened, he would probably not be able to leave. In order to save his precarious reputation, he quickly added the second half of the sentence.

The True Creator asked back, “What is the most appropriate time for you to see?”

Edward was slightly startled, then he smiled and said, "Ally, I am a demon. The most appropriate time I see is not the most appropriate time to start a war, but the time when I can kill people. You should ask Medici for advice."

Affected by the path and perspective? The fate branch that is not completely objective makes sense... The real creator asked:
"So which day was the 'best time to kill' that you saw?"

"Ask for a specific date and then come to stop me?" Edward teased, and then said, "This month."

The True Creator frowned: "Because of what?"

"I don't know why, it's very strange. I can't see the specific events, and other people's lives are also blurry. It should be interfered with, or more than one true God is involved. But I can still see..." Edward stood up, picked up the world map decorative painting on the desk, and reached out to circle an area on it.

"…Everyone in this area died on the same day and at the same time, because of the demon."

"So, I am the only devil in this world who can do this, right?"

The True Creator frowned even more tightly, and He looked at the area circled by Edward on the map - the Land of Loen, which was a coastal city in the southeast of the northern continent, and included a large area including the ocean.

——It looks only as big as a fingernail on the map, but in the real world, it is at least the size of a county.

TBC
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I jumped into the plot like crazy. Once I used Made in Heaven, I was, invincible!

The previous comments have been basically restored, but there are still some that have not been released, starting from Chapter 229.

(End of this chapter)