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

Chapter 280 The next day

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At night, Ms. D finished her dinner, said goodbye to her partner, left the mansion surrounded by her maids, and drove a carriage to the hotel she had booked to stay in for the night.

At first, she had established cooperative relations with some local institutions as a great noble of Intis in the northern continent. Now that the city had begun to lean towards the Balam Empire, it was naturally impossible for her to live in the mansion openly. Although she was also a member of the Aurora Society, under the watchful eyes of many people who knew her noble identity, if she did not take some precautions, it would still cause trouble for her partners.

She had already used her connections to book the best suite in the hotel - which was about the upper-middle level in the northern continent. After all, the price was there, only 1 pound a night.

Ordinary rooms often only have moldy bedding, pillows and mattresses filled with thatch, and old and broken furniture.

After settling the carriage and horses and waiting in the hotel lobby for a while, Ms. D's inspiration was slightly triggered, and she saw two figures slowly walking towards the end of the dim street.

"…Mr. X."

Ms. D stood up and hesitantly called out the other person’s title: “Sorry, you don’t look well.”

Not just bad, but looks really bad!
The man who appeared before him now, with a haggard face, a dull expression, and strange stains on the corners of his clothes, was completely different from the Mr. X in his memory. Moreover, there was a secret doll Enzo beside him, who was obviously from the Northern Continent, which made this "secret doll master" seem to have really become a Southern Continent follower of a Northern Continent person!
"..."

Mr. X did not answer.

Ms. D was hesitant to speak and remained silent until the other party walked up to her step by step.

The secret doll stood there expressionless. When her companion looked up, she saw a pair of confused and painful eyes.

Thinking that this companion seemed to be visiting the Southern Continent for the first time, Ms. D understood a little, and had a clearer image of Mr. X in her mind. He had unexpectedly high moral standards and empathy. Perhaps he lived a more comfortable life in the Northern Continent, so he should be middle class and less exposed to such things. But she still didn't say anything. She led Klein to the front desk and handed him the key to another room.

"You need to calm down and have a good sleep."

She asked rather sympathetically, "Or do you need a confessional and some calming prayers?"

Oh, back to the point - these two Aurora Society envoys, who were famous for their fanaticism, had not even said a single prayer of "Praise the Lord" after seeing each other for such a long time. Could it be that Mr. X actually had another faith, or was he an unbeliever like himself?
Hearing this, Klein's eyes rolled.

Maybe what I need is a psychiatrist... he thought, and then recalled the simple psychological treatment that took place in Sefirah Castle after he returned from the foggy town.

Miss Justice's psychotherapy techniques were still very immature, but they were not completely ineffective.

But...if Miss Justice hears and sees this, will she need a psychiatrist more than I do? Even if she can really treat me, how can I tell you what I saw... Klein couldn't help but snort. His mind involuntarily emerged the charity donation party he held before coming to the Southern Continent. At the party, he used Daisy as the prototype to tell the story of a poor girl who worked hard day and night in the hope of being able to study.

With this, he raised 100,000 gold pounds in just one night, successfully established a charitable foundation, and made Miss "Justice" Audrey one of its directors.

But within forty-eight hours of arriving in the southern continent, Klein's little bit of pride as a wealthy man and a charity worker was completely shattered.

The people here need help more, but even if Dwayne Dantes takes action again, how much money can he raise for them?
Those nobles who once donated generously, even if it was just for their own reputation, would they really be willing to donate to this barbaric, backward, bloody, cruel and pitiful land?
"...I was active in areas where poor people gathered and in the chaotic southern continent, so I saw a lot of things."

"There was a little girl who had been helping her mother paste matchboxes since she was six years old. If she hadn't done that, her family wouldn't have had the money to buy black bread after paying the rent. The black bread they ate had a lot of bran, and occasionally you could bite into gravel and stones, which were so hard that they could be used as sticks to attack others..."

"When the little girl grew up, although she worked very hard every day and her family had no extra money, she still yearned for the night school held by the church, hoping to learn to read and master knowledge, because she knew that only in this way could she not continue her current life, not be hungry, wear clothes that could really resist the cold, and not work in a factory with poor conditions and die in her twenties..."

Daisy's family was destroyed in the smog, and the little subsidy she received was only enough for this girl of about Melissa's age to barely live near the East District of Backlund. This story, which was polished several times by Klein, lacked the suffocating despair of her original story, but it still made the nobles present at the time cry. This was probably the minimum they could accept.

——I think eating black bread and having no money to go to school is the worst form of poor people.

Congressman Macht was also hit hard in an attack, although he was not injured. - Because the attacker's factory was invaded by the "anthracite" they promoted, and his family was destroyed, and he had no more worries, so he raised his gun at him in despair.

These are probably the limits of the "lower class" and "sad" world that they can understand.

There is no hierarchy in suffering, but it can be reflected in people. The minimum living standard they can imagine is already the dream life of those completely voiceless and completely ignored groups.

As for selling one's body and picking up garbage for food...

Not to mention the nobles, even Klein himself did not dare to think about it many times. It was just a vague impression in his mind, always ringing a warning bell. Because if you stay in that dark and desperate world for too long, you will be swallowed up.

This is the limitation of the times and the limitation of morality.

Even in the olden days, there were still wars, famines, people starving to death, and people in high places.

——But how long has this world lasted? A thousand years? Two thousand years?

"…I need to be quiet, rest for a while, and have a good sleep."

After a few seconds of silence, Klein spoke, his voice so hoarse and low that it was unimaginable.

Azik Eggers' words once lingered in his ears:

"Klein, has there been even a single moment in this world that made you want to stay?"

Have it?

Maybe he did, when he saw Benson and Melissa's smiles—but then he died.

Now Benson and Melissa have received his 6000-pound pension, Benson has been admitted as a government employee, and Melissa is going to college.

Their lives could just go on like this. They would have no worries about food and clothing, and would have walked out of the shadow of their brother's death. They no longer needed the involvement of an extraordinary person who would bring about countless potential troubles because of the Extraordinary Aggregation Law.

Apart from delicious food and interesting people - he also had these two things in the old days, and even more than now. He has only been here for a year, and he has not forgotten the names of his favorite spicy hot pot, braised chicken and barbecue restaurants, nor the names of his classmates and colleagues who he still keeps in touch with - what else in this era is worth staying for?

The friendships he established in this world were often based on interests. He hadn’t even used the face of Klein Moretti for long. How could he confidently say that those who knew his other identities were definitely his friends?
Maybe there is...

But looking back at his memories, Klein was actually in hesitation.

He must ask himself this question.

If the real creator wants him to protect such a world, should he do it? And if he can't turn a blind eye to all this, what else can he do.

"Okay, I hope you can sleep well tonight."

Ms. D smiled and said:
"Mr. X, I am also a priest. If you need to confess, you can come to me."

Crane didn't look at her, but nodded.

"Thank you."

They walked quietly side by side up the stairs and into the different rooms.

The wooden door slammed shut, isolating the inside from the outside.

575
In the early morning hours, in a woods on the outskirts of Behrens.

A small group of cavalrymen rushed towards their destination quickly under the cover of night. They were silent and carried out an important mission.

"stop"

The blond major general in the lead, Constantine Levitt, suddenly reined in his horse, signaled his subordinates who were following him to stop with body language, then looked at the scouts in the team and made several gestures in succession.

"Go ahead and scout. If you find any traces of the enemy, report immediately."

The scout received the signal, immediately dismounted, and silently ran into the woods under the red moon, disappearing into the dark shadows. The temperature difference between day and night in the southern continent is only about ten degrees, so the night is not hot and stuffy, but rather comfortable.

As the cavalrymen waited quietly, the sound of insects chirping could be heard again in the woods, as if small animals were constantly running under the horses' hooves, making rustling sounds, disturbing the horses so that they could not help but walk back and forth.

After about a few minutes, when the red moon was right in the sky, the scout came running back.

"Enemy appears ahead"

"Two teams are transporting food, and one is transporting the wounded"

Wounded?

Didn't they say they were only attacking a team transporting supplies? Why were there casualties? Constantine had an instinctive aversion to attacking the weak, which came from his education and the concept of protecting the weak. He frowned and looked at his adjutant, who shook his head.

Perhaps it was a misjudgment... In the current situation, he could not afford to delay military intelligence due to his personal likes and dislikes. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and looked at the scout again.

The scout understood and gestured:

"The three teams are basically composed of ordinary people, with a total of about ten extraordinary people."

As expected, there were very few Beyonders.

As Beyonders on the Death Path advance, they become more and more like the dead, and their need for food will be greatly reduced. At the same time, the aura of the underworld and their subconscious instinct to kill living beings will also affect the wounded and food, accelerating their death.

If food takes a trip through the Gate of the Underworld, it will be completely inedible.

The adjutant looked at Constantine and communicated with gestures:
"Attack from the team carrying the wounded"

Constantine frowned, glanced at his cavalry squad of more than 20 people, and expressed his objection to the adjutant:

"The wounded cannot return to the battlefield quickly. Our goal is to burn the food and grass."

Without waiting for the adjutant to make another gesture, he turned around and waved to the team behind him: "Forward!"

……

At the same time, in the camp of War Red.

"So today is the ultimatum, right?" Traynor placed a piece on the Trier chess board.

"That's right. We were supposed to negotiate peace after daybreak, but we ignored them."

Tony Twain moved his chess piece and said with some excitement and some sarcasm, "You are really good at sowing discord. Now the relationship network between the countries in the Northern Continent is as complicated as a spider web. But to be honest, I don't understand. They are all gods and don't need to change their paths. Is it really necessary for the neighboring paths to be so hostile to each other?"

"If it's the God of Death, I can understand it, after all, they have taken over the territory of the God of Death, but why are the three gods so hostile to each other? Loen is fine, but the Feysac Empire obviously has no colonies, so why is it hostile to the God of Death?"

"If you ask me, I don't know either."

The changes in the international situation caused by the return of a new god, or an old god, have triggered a lot of thinking among strategists and exposed some social problems. Traynor also had similar questions, but his greatest strength is that he does not think about things that have nothing to do with him:
"Do you think someone in the grain transport team will tip off?"

"meeting."

Tang En said confidently: "A batch of granary was missing for unknown reasons, and someone anonymously reported that they witnessed the transaction. I told less than ten people about the delivery team this time. If the traitor doesn't take the bait, I'll take his last name."

Treanor didn't even raise his eyelids, and even yawned, looking very unhappy about not being able to sleep tonight:
"You're right. I don't want to get involved in this matter anyway. You still owe me a favor - I covered your expenses during this period. I paid for the three hundred thousand and took the five hundred thousand. If Berens can't take you down this time, I'll hang you on the flagpole as a warning to the public."

Tang En didn't care at all: "Fight to support the war."

Treanor stared at the chess game for a few seconds, and in his attempt to finish it as quickly as possible, he made three wrong moves in a row, thus handing over the victory to the opponent.

Tang En complained a little bit about how boring it was, and had to start clearing the chessboard. At this moment, a nimble figure jumped out from beside Treanor's feet and jumped directly onto the chessboard.

"The grain transport team was attacked."

Riel said: "The leader was Levitt. They fought with the grain transport team and the wounded."

Treanor looked at the cat, then at the time, and took out a ten-pound note from his pocket and held it between his fingers. "I thought they would at least wait until they got the land before they started. They are getting more impatient than the other."

"But why didn't I know there were still injured people?"

Tang En reached out and grabbed the banknote, laughing and saying, "Those lightly wounded soldiers were transferred here from the rear. We are about to start a fight here, and we don't expect them to go to the front line. We are just giving them some military merits."

"This trip was supposed to be safe, and they were capable of fighting! But if no one reported it, how could they be attacked?"

Tang En stood up, kicked the chair away, and stretched out his hand:
"They will probably find out soon that the only food and fodder they have is straw. Please help me find out who leaked the news. Let me see what the Loen army is capable of. Give me a mind link."

An army does not need two leaders. Trena had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Upon hearing it, he immediately and readily withdrew from the mental link with "War Red" temporarily: "You go ahead. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. Don't call me before I'm killed."

"What a bummer! How can you watch other people fight like this?"

Tang En strode out of the military tent with big strides. The night wind brought the heat of fire and the breath of the distant sea.

The city was silent, as if it was sleeping in the middle of the night. But as the war bishop snapped his fingers, all the torches that had been prepared were lit at the same time. The firelight illuminated countless faces standing quietly in the darkness. None of them were asleep, all waiting for the raid tonight. The well-trained "War Red" did not make a sound, but quietly raised his head and looked at the leader standing on the high ground.

"Array up!"

There is no need for messengers or signals, the mind link transmits the commander's orders to every member of "War Red" at the same time.

Looking from a high place, the base seemed to be covered with dense ants. As these ants crawled, the plain gradually lit up. The blazing flames dragged several feet against the wind, dyeing the entire plain a fiery red.

Countless flames flashed, and in the distance, huge siege equipment slowly advanced, and airships rose into the night sky under the cover of darkness.

Of course, weapons from the real world are indispensable in the battle against Loen's "arbitrators".

"Prince Grove? History doesn't record how many battles he fought or how many wars he won..."

Tang En jumped down from the height and walked towards the prepared mount. They shared the same vision and were connected in mind. Through the leader's eyes, everyone could clearly see the closed city wall dozens of miles away.

"No matter if you are a noble general or a prince, please don't let me down."

He slowly raised the sword in his hand.

dong dong!dong dong!
Countless chaotic heartbeats appeared in the ears of "War Red", like a chaotic tide.

The cavalrymen climbed onto their horses and gripped their weapons tightly. The soldiers tapped their protective gear with their fingers and listened to the sounds in their ears:
Boom!Boom!
A powerful voice disrupted the rhythm of their breathing and heartbeats, and everyone involuntarily began to adjust their state again.

Boom!Boom!
Gradually, the heartbeats of the entire army merged into one, forming a low and terrifying sound wave. The soldiers looked at the commander in the front and the city-state in the distance. They struck the ground with their weapons, and the ground slowly shook due to the strikes.

When the heartbeat became the only sound in everyone's ears, the flag bearer raised the flag high and waved it vigorously, and the cross flag with a blood-red background fluttered in the air!
TBC
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It’s really troublesome to write about hunters fighting.

...Why does it feel like the Crusaders?
(End of this chapter)