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

Chapter 283 The Furnace
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Agaritu walked slowly into Enmat Port and entered the dock among the large crowd.

The pair of eyes that resembled those of a vampire, the skin color that resembled that of a southern continental person, and the strange combination that only pirates would wear were too eye-catching even in the crowd. Some bounty hunters wandering in the crowd instantly cast their eyes on him, and then retreated stealthily, heading in the direction of different churches.

But before they took two steps, they almost simultaneously fell diagonally towards an inconspicuous corner. Gloomy blue flames escaped from their seven orifices, and only a few pieces of clothing were left when they fell to the ground.

Agaritu walked into the overly busy city port. He stopped for a moment and randomly chose a direction to move forward.

He didn't know what was attracting him, but he knew that as long as he kept moving, he would be able to rely on the aggregation effect to get to that thing or that person.

"I have arrived at Enmat Harbor." He muttered to himself in a low voice, telling the possible observers, "Next, I need to investigate where that strange call came from..."

……

A black figure appeared in the shadows, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became cold.

Ms. D took out the pearl that she had prepared long ago and carefully rolled it from the flat surface to the shadow.

"Your Excellency, I hope to borrow your power to safely send my companions to the city of Berens."

The pearl of quite good quality was swallowed by the shadow. The blurry shadow seemed to turn its head and look at Klein standing outside the carriage. Then it stopped moving.

"Little ghost, you have the breath of the spirit world!"

The black shadow spoke in a very vigilant tone, and then a black line flashed before Klein's eyes. The next moment, a cold breath came from the back of Klein's neck. The creature hidden in the shadow stood firmly on his shoulder and sniffed hard.

Klein's pupils suddenly shrank, and cold sweat instantly spread all over his back.

"No doubt... The spirit world is of very high standard. Besides, you look very familiar..."

This white-bearded tabby cat with shiny fur whispered in a voice that was totally inconsistent with its appearance:
"The breath of a high-sequence prisoner... this is..."

The true Creator and the spiritual world's favor? And the aura of a high-sequence prisoner? What kind of combination is this? Riel was stunned for a moment, and did not reveal more strange information. It jumped off Klein's shoulder, jumped back into the dark carriage, and turned to look at Ms. D:

"Who is he?"

Ms. D was also a little surprised, and chose to speak truthfully: "The new envoy of the Aurora Society."

Was he chosen by the true Creator because he was favored by the spirit world? Who was the high-sequence prisoner from? I have never seen a similar aura from Richard Ernst... Riel tilted his head doubtfully, glanced at Klein, and memorized this face.

At the same time, Klein also held his breath, controlling his expression and movements, and showing a panic-stricken look - there was no mistake, this cat, this voice, was the follower of the high-sequence hunter who had traveled with the "War Angel" Medici after he was caught pretending to be Elaine! It was holding Tracy's severed arm in its mouth, I remember it very clearly...

The sweat glands were closed, and the cold sweat did not fall from Klein's forehead like a waterfall. He understood a lot in an instant.

That high-sequence hunter must be a demigod, just like Roselle’s eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustave. It’s not surprising that she lived for a hundred or two hundred years. In addition, his last name is Vaughn, and he is someone familiar to Ms. D from Intis…

Even if he is not the child of the "Angel of the Abyss", he is still his descendant!
"Ma'am, it suddenly occurred to me that I had another way to reach Behrens."

Klein pretended to be frightened by a cat, wiped the sweat from his head, and said nervously and fearfully, "There's no need to trouble this...powerful spiritual creature."

"This……"

Ms. D looked at Klein, then at Riel, and thought of something else.

Mr. X has the aura of a high-sequence prisoner, and he seems to have some hostility towards the Indulgence Faction. After hearing that the Ernst Foundation is related to the Indulgence Faction, he immediately chose to change the subject... He knows one, or at least one demigod of the Rose School of Temperance!
but……

Where are the demigods among the temperance factions now?
Even if there were, how could Mr. X contact those demigods who had difficulty finding even the aggregation of Beyonder characteristics?
However, aside from these, summoning demons is not something that can be stopped at will. The demons seem to be affected by the High Sequence. Even the low-level demons without brains and humanoids have begun to try to make some simple transactions and have begun to actively respond to summons to leave the vicinity of the Abyss. If Ms. D summons "demons living in the material world", she may be able to summon a few merchants from various countries.

As expected, Rui Er immediately said unhappily:

"Are you making fun of me? Or are you looking down on me?"

Due to the presence of the True Creator's Favored One, Riel couldn't say anything too harsh to him. He just bared his teeth as a threat and said, "It's easy to transport you, a Sequence 5. If you don't have someone to lead the way, even if you get to Berens, don't even think about getting in!"

This is indeed a problem, but... since I am now a member of the Aurora Society, there must be a way, right?

Klein was still reluctant. He was now somewhat skeptical about whether the divination result of "not too dangerous" was true or not: "That's not what I meant. Sorry, but..."

"Don't worry, since you have something urgent to do, just follow me."

The cat reappeared on Klein's shoulder at an incredibly fast speed, and Klein quickly reached out to grab his secret doll. The white claws clasped his clothes, and everything around him instantly became brightly colored. They had entered the spirit world.

"Hey, you're not scared, you seem to come here often?"

The cat standing on his shoulder said casually. Klein did not reply, but nodded reluctantly and began to pray in his heart that he would not meet the messenger lady on a narrow road.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the outline of the strange cat had become distorted, with bright blocks of color appearing on the edges like a flower screen. The cat's eyes and image also quickly changed from lively to dull, and its mouth opened and closed like a character in a cartoon.

The journey through the spirit world took only a short moment. In this magical world without direction, Klein looked at the seven lights at the top, which sometimes went up, sometimes went down, and sometimes appeared on his left and right. The bright red light band on the edge was the target he was about to summon.

At this moment, he noticed that there was some strange fog around him, and some flickering red spots appeared in it.

The red light spots jumped briskly in the mist, leaving a long tail of light, which immediately reminded Klein of the time long ago when he followed the snake-tailed demigod through the spirit world. That was when he first met Renette Tinicole, and there were also many unclear creatures following him.

Now, Sequence 5 Klein could vaguely see that there were dark shadows behind the fog, and the red light looked like eyes. Those magical creatures gathered together, and the fog expanded.

"Hey, where do so many come from?"

The cat-shaped spirit creature on his shoulder made an unexpected sound and seemed to speed up its movement.

Klein immediately asked, "Do you know what that is?"

"..." The cat looked back at the mist that followed closely, "Those are creatures that lived in history, the rare Fulgrim dogs. They probably followed because of the strong aura of the spiritual world on you. So, boy, why do you have such a strong aura? Were you born in the spiritual world? Or is your ancestor the Seven Lights? That's impossible, you are obviously a normal human..."

Because of Klein's aura, it was difficult for Riel to really think that he was dangerous. Instead, he felt an inexplicable awe and respect for him.

“I don’t know either.” Klein said vaguely.

He also turned around to look at the creatures in the fog. After getting the answer, Klein began to feel that those creatures that sometimes gathered in groups and sometimes dispersed were like dogs.

Is he here to follow the aura of Sefirah Castle? He wondered curiously.

At this moment, he saw the "Hounds of Fulgrim" stop and he suddenly felt like he was falling rapidly.

Snapped!
His feet landed on the ground, and before he could see the surroundings clearly, he smelled a strange fragrance.

His shoulder felt lightened, and the cat that looked like a painted skin returned to normal, jumped off his shoulder and ran straight to the sofa in the room.

A tall red-haired man in a casual coat turned to look at the cat, then looked at Klein, holding a plate of cookies that had just been taken out of the oven.

"You are going to deliver something to the people of Loen today."

The cat took a piece of hot biscuit from the baking tray. The red-haired hunter looked at his watch and said, "Very creative. Fortunately, you came early. If you had come a few hours later, you could have given me these directly."

It was indeed an acquaintance... It was indeed the hunter I met that day... I don't know if it was a psychological effect or objective reality, but when Klein saw that face, he felt that it looked more and more like Edward Vaughn. He didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the wires under his feet.

electric wire?

His eyes widened and he followed the wires to the source, where he saw a seal emitting white electricity, and then he saw an oven connected to the wires, an intercom, a toaster, and even a small refrigerator!

Klein heard a loud noise in his own worldview, which sounded like an explosion.

Treanor didn't even look at the puppet master, nor did he care what he was thinking. Riel jumped onto the back of the sofa to touch the second cookie:
"I think this guy looks familiar. I think I've seen him somewhere."

Riel added, "He also has a mark or aura of a high-sequence prisoner on him. I wonder whose mark it is?"

"When have you ever met the 'Master of Secret Puppetry'?"

Klein's dazed look at the appliance was automatically interpreted by Treanor as surprise. He thought for a few seconds:
"You're not talking about the faceless man who turned into Elaine, are you? He's already Sequence 5 in four months. Didn't Medici take him very seriously back then? It seems he's been captured by the Aurora Society now."

Treanor looked at Klein with the eyes of a fellow worker:
"As for high-sequence prisoners... that's not my business."

Klein, who was distracted, was brought back to his senses by the word "Elaine", and his expression immediately twisted.

“Thank you both for your help.” Klein struggled to maintain his facial expression and said, “If you need any help in the future, I will do my best. May I leave now?”

Treanor carried the baking tray, which had not yet completely cooled, to the sofa and sat down casually.

"Not later, I can use you right now."

He lay back on the sofa and said in a casual tone, "You came here to deliver something to the people of Loen, but it should be more than that, right? Those who asked you to come here also hoped that their descendants could return alive? Make a list for me. If it's too late, there will be none left."

Klein leaned back slightly, weighed the pros and cons, took it out of his pocket, took two steps forward and placed it on the coffee table:

"...Fifteen nobles expressed their willingness to pay ransom if their family's younger members were captured."

"Only fifteen." Trena glanced at the names listed and snorted disapprovingly, "When you came, the war in Berens hadn't started yet. They had already planned to exchange prisoners before the battle even started. The nobles of Loen are really boring. What's the highest ransom you are willing to offer?"

Klein was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"Oh, then go ahead." Treanor waved his hand, then picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck and threw it behind him. "Go in from the east, and after entering the city, tell the Loon garrison that you came in from the east."

Klein agreed and immediately left with the secret doll.

After he left, Treanor reconnected with the telepathic link: "Tang En, how is the battle going? There are people in Loen who are willing to pay to ransom the prisoners. Drive them eastward and try to capture as many of them alive as possible."

"Why are you telling me now?"

Tang En shouted in the mind link: "I'm almost in the city center! What? The reality ahead has been strengthened? Why don't you hurry up and bring the machine guns and artillery to give them a surprise... I didn't look at my feet when I ran over here just now, I'll pay attention... Prince Grove hasn't come out yet? Damn it, whose head should I use as a merit if he doesn't come out? Why do I feel something is wrong? There must be a trick. How can a prince like him tolerate me scolding him in his city? Even if his reinforcements fight with the Feysac Empire, he won't be so good-tempered, right?"

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Bypassing layers of roadblocks and barbed wire, Klein carefully walked into the city from the east side, where only a small number of militiamen were stationed.

Relying on the "Faceless Man's" ability to control his own body, he successfully crossed the gap in the eastern city wall, entered the city, and found a hidden warehouse that had not completely collapsed. He opened the door and moved all the things he had stored in Caesar Port over.

Klein took a deep breath, and the appearance of the secret doll Enzo began to change, turning into a young man of mixed blood from the Southern Continent.

Dwayne Dantès appeared in this war-torn land and entered the city in an incongruous and respectable manner.

The moment I entered the city, I felt like I was in another world. White mist flowed under my feet, and I couldn't see anything five meters away clearly. My spirituality was also blocked by the white mist, just like when I came here by boat.

"The high-sequence ability of the Hunter Path, the strange fog..."

Klein walked cautiously in the city, constantly using the Divining Staff Technique to try to find a safe route. After walking for a few minutes, some shadowy figures appeared in front of him.

Just as Klein was trying to see whether the other party was a Loen soldier or a Red of War, he suddenly heard a faint sound that cut through the air. Almost at the same time, the figure running in front of him fell down. Only one of the unidentified soldiers had a feather arrow piercing his throat. The arrow force tore his neck apart, nailing him to the ground with a piece of tissue and a torn neck. The other arrows accurately hit the heads of the remaining soldiers. They fell to the ground in all directions, and the tall arrow shafts were stuck in their bodies like tombstones.

Klein felt a chill down his spine. The cane in his hand once again pointed the way for him. He walked steadily around the corpses and went behind the house on the other side.

As he passed by, Klein instinctively looked down and saw that the body lying at his feet was the soldier who was shot in the neck. The arrow fell from above, pierced his jaw, and pierced his throat, making it impossible for him to close his mouth. Blood flowed out like a spring.

The soldier stared at the sky with his cloudy eyes, as if he saw the trajectory of the arrow that took his life. There was blood splattered on his face, his hands and face were dirty, he was thin, and he seemed to have the blood of the southern continent.

"Loun soldiers..."

Klein pursed his lips, stepped over the expanding pool of blood, and continued forward.

"Roen soldiers were shot here... and I haven't seen any bunkers or trenches yet. Is this the front line now?"

Klein suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart. With the Winner puppet by his side, his luck was greatly improved. Coupled with the safe route found by the Divination Staff Technique, he knew that there would be no accidents along the way - but he still couldn't help but feel nervous. Like an ordinary person who had strayed into a battlefield, he could hardly control the urge to find a corner to hide.

Klein continued to move forward.

He seemed to be walking on the only safe path in the entire battlefield, so he could fully appreciate the soldiers fighting desperately.

He heard the sound of horns, curses and roars in the Loen language, and saw hunters appearing in every corner, setting secret traps together with the "hermits", or forming small teams of several or dozens of people to purposefully surround and kill lone Loen extraordinary people.

He also saw Rune's artillery fire blasting everything around. These spiritual lethal weapons were incredibly accurate with the help of the "arbitrators". The shells would always land accurately in front of the enemies who were taking a break, turning them into blood clots and minced meat.

Does Loon really need a differential machine? Klein looked at the artillery fire with a hit rate of over 90% and fell into deep thought.

He walked in the blind spot of both sides of the war, and the people around him subconsciously ignored Klein's existence.

In the fog, I don't know how many people are charging, fighting, and then dying at the same moment. The strong ones are cunning and good at fighting desperately. Only the soldiers at the bottom will be pushed to death. In an instant, countless weapons should collide, extraordinary abilities collide, and arrows and bullets are shot at each other. Even the "Law" cannot completely stop the attacks of extraordinary people of the same sequence or even stronger than itself.

The powerless ordinary people seemed to be there just to make up the numbers. Like the Low-Sequence Beyonders, they were the exploits and sacrifices of both sides. They could only wave their cold weapons or guns in vain, waiting to be chopped into pieces.

As Klein went deeper, more and more figures appeared in the fog, followed by the scarlet color of blood and a nauseatingly strong smell.

In the small cities and streets, the fog of war divided people into numerous unconnected teams, and countless people crowded together to kill each other. There was no battlefield that the nobles longed for, "fight hard, kill the enemy magnificently, and then surrender and be captured to preserve their demeanor."

Life was pulled to an almost equal height. Wails rose and fell, blood splattered on the muddy ground, and corpses fell heavily.

There is no good or evil, no right or wrong, no opposition between colonizers and colonized, only the iron rule of killing the enemy on sight.

War is the art of rallying the masses.

War is the melting pot of all things.

TBC
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War brings harm to the lower classes of people on both sides.

(End of this chapter)