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

Chapter 276 The journey begins

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Wednesday night at 8 p.m.

A passenger ship with flames coming out of its stern drove into Caesar Harbor at an unimaginable speed. The huge noise shook the houses around the harbor and made them almost collapse. Candles or gas lamps were lit one after another.

Caesar Port is a medium-sized trading port. It has now been captured by the Balam Empire and has become an officially controlled port. The Iron Cross and the Aurora Society naturally have the right to use it as helpers. Two years ago, an expansion plan was made to increase passenger traffic, but due to the frequent appearance of cult members hiding here, people from the South Continent smuggling, dumping bodies into the sea, and government corruption, construction has never started.

Now it looks like the expansion plan can finally get underway.

Fortunately, there were not many people around the port, and no casualties were caused other than the damage to the port itself.

Before the port officials arrived, the flames on the port pier, which was filled with thick smoke, automatically went out. With five earth-shaking bangs, five huge boxes, each half the size of a container, fell into an empty warehouse in the port - they fell through the roof.

A figure clapped his hands and jumped nimbly from the burning ship to the dock.

Then, a dozen or so figures, staggering from side to side, with ashen faces and stiff bodies like zombies, slowly moved onto the dock. Before they could stand firmly, they threw themselves at the guardrail of the dock and vomited into the sea with earth-shaking sounds.

"Ugh vomit vomit vomit!"

Tony Twain stood a little further away, disapprovingly, and stood at the upper wind position: "How fragile, ordinary people."

Amid the sounds of burning fire, vomiting of the crew members, and screams of officials who came to inspect the damage at the port, the passenger ship that brought Mr. Dwayne Dantès slowly disintegrated, became scrapped, and sank into the water while burning under the gaze of many people.

The two officials looked at each other and dared not say a word.

Klein suppressed the churning feeling in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything that night, so he couldn't vomit. He stood on the pier like a fool.

He took out the pocket watch from his arms with trembling hands, opened the cover, and the minute hand pointed to the number 5.

"Two hours... nearly four hundred kilometers..."

Klein trembled as he put his pocket watch back, holding the cane like a recovering patient using crutches. He used the faceless man's strength to control his legs, and tremblingly walked to the bench and sat down. He felt that he urgently needed some food or water, or a place where he could rest for a long time without moving, otherwise he would lose his image as a wealthy man who had been through a lot, and would join the crew in vomiting.

"You didn't vomit? You're in good physical condition, or are you also a Beyonder?"

Tony Twain asked directly. The Iron-Blooded Cross had never been reluctant to show off its power in front of mortals, just like using fire to propel the ship forward, and preferring to throw the cargo on the ship into the warehouse by hand rather than using a crane. "Okay, I've delivered you and your stuff to the destination. I'm leaving now."

I hope there are no fragile items inside... Even if there are, there's nothing we can do... Klein looked back at the warehouse with the collapsed roof, nodded weakly, and waved.

The hunter turned around again and came to the captain. The captain looked as if he had lost his parents, and the crew members were all in a state of despair. The hunter patted the captain on the shoulder and praised him: "Your boat is quite sturdy. How much did it cost?"

Then he asked again: "Do you want monetary compensation or a new one?"

The captain, who was almost crying, had tears welling up in his eyes. They seemed to have negotiated for a while, and it seemed that Tony Twain, who was proud of his status, felt that bargaining was not in line with his image and agreed immediately. Klein didn't hear clearly. He was flying at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, his eyes were dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, as if a hundred hanging puppets in the foggy town were whispering "Honakis, Fragra" in his ears.

An official in charge of loss statistics poured Klein a cup of hot tea because he looked like a gentleman from the Northern Continent. Klein reluctantly said thank you and drank most of the tea before he finally had the strength to stand up.

The hunter had left, and the captain had a box in his hand. He looked a little frightened and a little surprised. It seemed that he had been given enough.

Klein smiled at the other party with difficulty, and took out his wallet from his pocket with his hands that were no longer trembling. He took out a check and handed it over. It seemed that Tony Twain had already paid the compensation, so he only had to pay the agreed-upon remuneration.

This painful transaction finally came to an end, and Klein felt that he didn't want to take a boat again for at least a month.

However, the goods have been delivered and he has arrived. The next step is to ask Ms. D to come and take him from Port Kaiser to Behrens.

Where should I put these things midway...should I hire a few vehicles?

If you don't mind exposing your Creeping Hunger, it's most convenient to place the items here and then use the Traveler's Gate to move them directly to Berens.

After making a decision, Klein stood up, said goodbye to the captain and crew, walked into the city, and chose a fairly good hotel.

He played his harmonica, summoned the messenger girl, quickly wrote a note with the address and meeting time, and asked her to give it to Ms. D.

Then, after barely managing to take a hot bath, Klein fell directly into bed and fell asleep.

Just as Klein fell asleep, Tony Twain arrived at the outskirts of Uttar Pradesh in a short time.

He found an open space, took out the prepared spiritual materials and candles, and performed the ceremony skillfully:

"I!"

"I summon in the name of Tony Twain."

"A spirit wandering in the void, a scout of a war maniac, and a messenger belonging to Trena Vaughan."

Woo!
The wind suddenly started to blow, the candle flame turned a faint blue color, and the temperature around it dropped rapidly.

A tabby cat jumped out from the shadows in front of Tang En, and then dragged out several bound documents and a brass pendant from the shadows.

Tang En reached out to touch it, but the demon cat immediately turned into liquid and twisted away. Tang En took out a pearl of good quality. Riel reluctantly came over and let him touch it twice, then stretched out his claws to pull the pearl into his shadow.

"Did you bring the items from the 'Singer' path?"

"Brought it."

The candlelight around him gradually returned to its original brightness. Tang En simply squatted on the ground and scribbled through the relevant information. He then picked up the round brass pendant that looked like a compass and nodded confidently:

"I know what to do."

Riel nodded and suddenly asked, "Didn't you say you brought some funds from Intis? Where is the money? I might as well take it back with me. I'll save you a pearl because we're acquaintances."

"Oh. I brought a lot. I spent some money when I came here." Tang En took out a wallet. "It contains gold and checks exchanged by the General Bank. It's about 300,000 Fel gold. It's almost emptied the coffers of the Intis headquarters."

Riel rummaged through his wallet for a while, frowning, "Three hundred thousand Felkins is only a little over two hundred thousand gold pounds. Don't try to play word games. The grant we requested was three hundred thousand gold pounds. Where did the other fifty thousand go?"

"In a hurry, a small passenger ship was scrapped."

Rui Er looked at him with a complicated look, then put away the folder: "Although I really want to see you in trouble, if you die, I will have to do a lot of things. I will keep it a secret for you for now, and you can find a way to get more money to fill this hole."

"No problem." Money becomes numb when it becomes an astronomical figure. Tang En didn't take it seriously at all. "The warlords of the Southern Continent should be very rich. I'll go there and bring you pearls."

"Row."

In Uttar Pradesh, in the mansion of Mesanyes, the demigod Lenberg who was hiding there suddenly shuddered.

“It feels like something bad is going to happen.”

The prophet wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a little melancholy: "The prophecy shows that I will soon face a crisis of moderate size, but the contact person from the Church of Death has not arrived yet..."

Just as he was hesitating, the sun suddenly shone outside the window.

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"How long will you stay here with me?"

"Where else can I go?"

"That's right." Edward nodded. "We are all evil gods, so we can't go to the Northern Continent. We can only stay in the Southern Continent, where the sky is high and the seven gods are far away. And by the way, you can keep an eye on each other and pass the time with me."

He changed the subject: "But to be honest, I always feel that you are not just staying here. As one of the omniscient and omnipotent true gods of the five paths, your aggregation ability should be very strong. You have not moved for a long time, so you must be hinting your location to someone." "Who? I really can't think of it at all."

The True Creator snorted secretly: "If He still has self-awareness, He should come here by himself."

"I think so too. If He still wants to hold a deification ceremony under such circumstances, it would be a bit disrespectful to you." Edward held his chin. "Then what do you think He should be doing now? What is holding Him back?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The True Creator replied expressionlessly: "I do have something to ask you. Today is the 23rd, and there is less than a week left until the end of June. Why haven't you gone to the southeast coast of the Kingdom of Loen yet?"

"I'm waiting for the branch of destiny to arrive."

Edward was bored and flipping through a book in his hand. On the cover were two eye-catching English words "Bible": "You are curious, and I am also curious about why I appeared there. There must be something that attracted me there."

The True Creator asked a long-standing question: "Is it possible that it was not you who caused the event you predicted?"

Edward flipped through the pages of the book, as if he was consciously searching for something:
“I’ve been thinking about that, too.”

"But I think that no matter which demon did it, it is impossible that I was not involved at all."

The demon suddenly frowned, feeling that something was not right. After a while, he whispered with a strange expression:
"It seems like there really is a guy who has no involvement from me... I don't even know what he is contaminated by."

"Who?"

"This matter is complicated, and I don't remember the details. Anyway, it's related to the Pen of Al-Suhod." Edward pondered, "Is the Pen of Al-Suhod tired of playing with the current owner and is planning to make a big move and change someone to harm, or simply lure that person here?"

When he heard "The Pen of Al-Suhod", which means 0-08, the True Creator understood a little bit.

It was a deal between Adam and the Goddess of Night. Adam arranged the life of Azik Eggers, the successor of the God of Death's resurrection, to make him attached to ordinary life and ordinary emotions, suppress his instincts, prevent the God of Death from reviving, and use Him to confirm the location of the "artificial God of Death". The Goddess of Night gave 0-08 to Adam as a price, so that He could gather the conditions to become a god. Otherwise, how could a defected bishop of Sequence 5 leave the heavily guarded basement of the Church of Night with a Level 0 seal?

This matter was not only well known to Edward Vaughn, but also to the True Creator, because his own God’s Descent in Tingen was a coincidence driven by 0-08, which gave the God’s Descent ritual that was originally destined to fail a slight chance of success.

"The Pen of Al-Suhod will surely lead him to Him at some stage." The True Creator said, "The bishop has been on the run for nearly four years. It may be about time."

"0-08 can do whatever he wants, but why is he contaminated by the devil? He wants to hint me to go over there?" Edward couldn't help but say, "Isn't this too obvious? He might as well just send me an invitation and let me go."

"you want to go?"

"Depending on the situation, I don't think Adam has any good intentions in approaching me. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Edward said sincerely, "I really feel like I can't fit in with you. It's hard for me to imagine spending hundreds or even thousands of years setting up a plan just to become a god or an Old One. It took me hundreds of years from birth to becoming a god, and then I stole an Essence during my wanderings."

Become a dual-path true god and then obtain the source? The True Creator recalled the best ways to become an Old One at present, and could not help but feel again that the concepts and thinking of the Star Gods were completely opposite to the existing concepts on Earth. He asked casually:
"Does this order have any effect on your strength?"

Edward gave Him a strange look and said, "No. You are extremely lucky to have snatched it and survived to be contained. Do you still have time to nitpick different control methods? You Earth Gods really have both resources and free time."

The True Creator pretended not to hear: "Then can you please tell me about the form and composition of your source substance?"

"You're using me as a sample? Well, I'm also curious about how your source essence exists. Since the 'River of Everlasting Darkness' can be 'taken', can the 'Sea of ​​Chaos' also scoop a spoonful? Can a brick be pried off the 'Source Castle'? Are there really living things in the 'City of Disaster' and the 'Country of Disorder', or can they be inhabited by life corroded by source essence?"

Edward laughed. "The 'rootless flower sea' will continue to erode outwards, thereby gaining entity and affecting the real world. Its symbolic meaning is 'everything will eventually decay', so the flower sea has no end and will continue to spread forward without any boundaries."

"And when it was torn apart—"

Edward gestured with his hand: "The symbolic meaning has been destroyed, the sea of ​​flowers has been torn apart, and an edge has appeared. Then my activities as a symbol and incarnation have also stopped, and stopped outside the earth."

The core of the Old Ones is the Essence, and the Essence also affects the symbols of the Old Ones.

He was supposed to be “the final journey of all things.”

"That is to say, because of your own specialness, you cannot leave until your essence is replenished."

"Yes."

Edward sighed, not sadly, and smiled: "This reminds me of a story from the Old Era."

"The devil was locked in a bottle. For the first hundred years, he said, 'Whoever can let me out will be given wealth and glory.'"

"In the second hundred years, he said, I will make anyone who lets me out the pope."

"But no one came. Finally, he said, whoever comes first to let me out, I will kill him."

The True Creator looked upon Him.

"In the first era, I said that I would leave here as long as I could get the source material back."

"In the second era, I said that as long as I can get the source material back, I will leave here."

"I have been thinking this way since the third era and the fourth era."

"Until now." The True Creator said, "The fifth era. This era meets your judgment criteria and instincts, so you begin to act consciously and purposefully. As long as you destroy this planet, you can take back the source and leave."

"That's right." Edward replied with a smile, "Don't think I'm bullying you...Except for the primitive world that is restricted by resources and environment, I have never seen a civilization that has developed for five eras and dares to call itself a novice village, right?"

"And if this is really your limit, then there is really no need for it to exist."

……

On Thursday morning, Klein woke up feeling like his life had been extended.

He got up yawning, and while he was washing up, the messenger Renette Tinicole appeared with a reply from Ms. D.

"Nine o'clock in the morning..."

Klein looked up at the clock. He still had plenty of time. He gave the courier the gold coins, washed up, had breakfast, checked out of the hotel, and then came to the warehouse with a cordoned off area where the roof had been smashed.

He walked into the darkness, transformed into Mr. X, and waited for several minutes.

A "Traveler's Door" suddenly opened not far away, and Ms. D, dressed in casual clothes and without any jewelry, appeared in the alley.

Ms. D wore sunglasses to cover her eyes that were too distinctive. She lifted the hem of her skirt and said to Klein, "Good morning, Mr. X. Our cooperation officially begins now."

Klein nodded.

"According to the plan, we should appear in Port Berens or a nearby port, but now that we are here, I need to replan the route."

She looked at the warehouse with its roof smashed through. She was shocked for a moment, then she understood and suppressed a somewhat impolite smile.

After fifteen hours of crossing the Raging Sea, Mr. X emerged from the Disi Bay into the Southern Continent. Did he run into Mr. Tang En?

TBC
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