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

Chapter 284 Coincidence
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"First, inform Her Excellency the Sword of the Goddess of this information, and have her contact the Holy Temple. Ince Zangwill, who is carrying the 0-08, is not someone we, the Red Gloves, can handle."

"Secondly, we can follow this clue and hopefully find out where Ince Zangwill is now. If he has almost completely lost his rationality and is basically acting on instinct."

"Finally, from now on, always pay attention to every coincidence that happens to you, and report it to me no matter what the cause is!"

Soest said thoughtfully before entering Enmat Harbor.

"Yes, Captain!" The "Red Gloves" team members responded in unison. Leonard remained silent, turned his head to glance at Daly Simone, and found that this "gatekeeper" who claimed to be a psychic also did not speak, and his eyes were deep.

At the same time, the slightly old voice of Pales Zoroast echoed in his mind:

“Haha, it looks like I’m going to witness an interesting drama.”

What does the old man mean? What is he hinting at? We just decided to investigate Ince Zangwill's intentions, and "0-08" found out? Leonard looked away and suddenly had an idea:
If a person who is already dead secretly conducts the relevant investigation, can he avoid the perception of "0-08"?

……

In the thick fog, Alfred, who had completely lost contact with his allies, kicked open the wooden door of a civilian house and hid in the empty room. The half-rotten wooden boards hanging in the air made a creaking sound, which made people feel upset.

He was a mid-Sequence leader of a team and was also a target marked by the "Red of War". If they walked together, they would inevitably be attacked by more than one mid-Sequence hunter. Hunters could strangely borrow the abilities of higher sequences. As long as there was a Sequence 5 in the team, it was equivalent to half of the team having Sequence 5 extraordinary abilities. The Loen soldiers who had been fighting all night were unable to resist them.

At first he still had the strength to fight, but the cunning hunters hit him a few times and ran away like a knife cutting meat, slowly injuring all the soldiers he brought with him, and then jumped out to deal a fatal blow - if he was not in good condition, he would not have been able to escape.

He and his only two soldiers hid vigilantly in a corner where no windows or doors could be seen. Judging from the smell in the house, they could tell that it belonged to the poor area of ​​​​Behrens.

This is downstream of the port, where garbage and waste are piled up. Normally, it is impossible for soldiers to come here no matter what.

"Praise the goddess."

Alfred spoke in a hoarse voice. The fire had burned his throat, and it was painful when he spoke and swallowed.

Another team member imitated him and drew a red moon on his chest, while the remaining one punched his chest hard and said sullenly:

"The storm is above."

They all fell silent for a while, mourning for their comrades who had just died in battle, and praying for themselves, praying that they could return alive.

The wooden board was still hanging on the door frame, creaking and swaying in the wind. It was so annoying that the believer of the storm kicked off the remaining half of the door, revealing the scene outside the door with white mist flowing.

On the entire battlefield, the sound of a door panel falling to the ground was not loud, but the presence of the fog now greatly weakened everyone's five senses and spiritual intuition, isolating the sounds made beyond a certain distance. These crisp sounds made Alfred's eyelids twitch again and again.

The Storm Follower realized belatedly that his behavior was inappropriate. His companion nudged him with his elbow, and he quickly lowered his head and walked to Alfred, pretending to admit his mistake.

At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the street outside, from far away to near, and the three officers pricked up their ears at the same time.

Alfred gave the other two a look, and the three of them immediately hid in a dark corner. Unfortunately, this small house was only a few square meters in size and was filled to the brim with three adult men.

A few minutes later, the footsteps stopped near the house, and then someone turned toward the window and asked in Loenese:

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"

The Loenese had a hint of the Deasy County accent, and the voice sounded like that of a middle-aged man, perhaps someone who didn't have time to enter the evacuation zone or shelter... The three officers exchanged glances, and the followers of the Goddess of Night shouted outside:

"Who are you? Put your hands up and stand over to the window!"

His words immediately took effect, and the footsteps began to move from the corner facing the outside of the house to the window. A man from the South Continent was the first to appear at the edge of the window with his hands raised. The officer who believed in the night saw the brown skin and raised his gun almost instinctively, pulling the trigger repeatedly at the man from the South Continent.

But unfortunately, the gun in his hand misfired and not a single bullet was fired.

Then, the man who looked like a servant from the South Continent hugged his head. A middle-aged man from the North Continent, who looked dusty and had gray hair on his temples, came out from behind the man from the South Continent, raised his hands to his temples, and spoke in a mellow voice:
"I am from Loen. I brought a letter from Colonel Galvin to deliver supplies to the Loen garrison in Berens."

Hearing Calvin's name, the officer lowered the gun he was holding high in his hand a little, and shouted in disbelief:

"Stand still there and have your servant bring the documents over!"

The gray-haired man from the Northern Continent nodded, reached into his arms, took out an envelope with a wax seal, and handed it to the servant.

The servant walked up timidly, not daring to look directly at the officer with a gun, and handed the letter up with his head down.

"Go back, go back."

The officer drove the servants away and stared at the two men. Alfred reached out and took the letter. Under the anxious eyes of Faith Storm's subordinates, he held his breath and opened the letter. He carefully read the words on it, confirmed the wax seal and the final signature and seal.

"Colonel Galvin, indeed."

Alfred pointed to the signature and dedication on another page and whispered, "The last time Behrens came, he brought a letter. My family told me that a batch of supplies would indeed be delivered."

He took the initiative to look at the middle-aged man standing outside and asked, "Thank you for your hard work all the way here. What's your name?"

The middle-aged man slowly put his hand down and said with a smile, "Dwayne, Dwayne Dantes."

After confirming his identity, the officer of Storm of Faith spoke hastily: "You are from Loen, right? How much stuff did you bring? Do you have any letters? I am from Eastchester County..."

His voice became lower and lower. He looked at the surnames and signatures of the nobles on the letter and fell silent.

"You are from Loen, why didn't you go to the shelter?" Alfred looked at Dawn, who had an extraordinary demeanor and exquisite clothes.

“I just arrived in Behrens.”

Although he was exhausted, Dawn still maintained his composure: "It's really dangerous here. My servant and I lost our way. After hearing the noise, we walked over bravely. Fortunately, they were some officers."

"You just arrived in Behrens?"

Alfred was stunned, his expression turned serious in an instant, and an aura of majesty emanated from him. The other two officers involuntarily looked away, and Dawn and his servant even took a few steps back, as if they dared not look him in the face.

"Don't lie! The rest of the entrances to Behrens have been blocked. Where did you come in from?"

The power of the law fell on others like a whip. Dawn pressed his temple with one hand and said with a somewhat painful look:
"I came in from the east... there is a loophole there..."

The three officers' eyes widened at the same time. They looked at each other in disbelief. Alfred's tone became slightly hurried:

"Is there no one stationed on the east side? How did your goods get in?"

Dawn frowned and struggled to organize his words:

"There are only some militiamen in the east..."

"My cargo arrived ahead of schedule... The enemy's top brass found me and said..."

Dawn fell silent, then slowly spoke: "...some of Loen's nobles are willing to use ransom to redeem the captives..."

"He is also... willing to cooperate..."

noble.

The two officers looked at Alfred at the same time, their eyes full of emotions. Alfred relaxed for a moment before frowning again, wavering between the choice between honor, dignity and life. "So the east was left to us on purpose, right?"

After Alfred stopped using his extraordinary ability, Storm's followers immediately spoke in a hurry: "This is not surrender, it is a heroic resistance until the end, unfortunately, we were captured. Alfred, we should go back to the headquarters. Others will need this information. Don't you want to go back? You haven't been back for almost a year. Aren't your family still waiting for you at home?"

Obviously, this escape route was only for the children of the nobility, but he said "us". His tone was quite urgent, but his eyes were fixed on Alfred. Rather than just saving the children of the nobility, he hoped to spread this information as much as possible.

Even though this would cause chaos, as long as those who wanted to escape could rush to the east and disperse the militia, then maybe they would have a greater chance of survival. Even if not... what if?
"Don't talk nonsense!"

Alfred did not speak. The followers of the Night observed his expression and scolded him in a low voice, but his fingers kept scratching the hem of his clothes unconsciously, revealing the struggling and tangled emotions in his heart.

"..."

After a full minute, Alfred finally ended his silence and struggle. He looked at his two subordinates solemnly:

"You can't tell anyone about this."

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man from the Northern Continent who had been silent and quietly observing them, and waved his hand:

"Where is the stuff you brought stored? Lead us there."

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"Sir, this is it."

Klein led them to a locked warehouse. The lock was covered with dust, and it seemed to have been locked for some time. To prove what he said, he took out the matching big key from his pocket and asked the secret doll Enuni to open the big lock.

Klein discovered this warehouse by luck. When he arrived, the door of the warehouse was open and the inside was empty. The old caretaker died in his own residence, and bullets pierced through the thin wooden boards.

Klein found the key and lock from his residence. After opening the door and moving all the items in, he randomly found a corpse to feed his "creeping hunger."

The ground was shaking, and there were rumbling sounds of artillery nearby, causing dust to fall from the warehouse from time to time. Alfred, who had blond hair and blue eyes and looked very similar to Audrey, gestured to his two subordinates. One of them stared at Klein and his secret doll, while the other walked in front and entered the warehouse. Seeing several huge boxes neatly arranged inside, the officer walking in front checked them for a while in some unknown way, and then made a "safe" gesture.

"My name is Alfred Hall."

The blond officer then turned to Klein, his calm tone filled with anticipation: "Is there anything for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Hall."

Klein nodded and said to the secret doll Enuni, "Box No. 3."

Then, he controlled the secret doll to nod and bow to him, then walked towards box number three which was tightly wrapped in linen and opened the side cover.

Alfred walked over at a quick pace. Without looking at the new clothes, money and daily necessities, he eagerly opened one of the small boxes and saw a pen, a bottle of ink and several envelopes with the Hall family emblem inside.

A smile appeared on his face. He suppressed his excitement, took out the letters, and began to read them impatiently.

The other two looked at him enviously.

At this moment, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality move slightly, and there was a faint sound of prayer in his ears, so he took the initiative to speak: "Sorry, sir, I may need to leave for a while."

"Okay, go ahead."

Alfred spoke, took off a badge from his body, handed it to Enuni beside him, and took the list from Klein:

"I will take over these items and deliver them to the right people. You take my badge and go to the shelter with your servant."

Are they unwilling to let me go to the headquarters and spread the news that "you can leave from the east" to disturb people's hearts... But this is exactly what I want. Although he was relieved, Klein still had to pretend to be reluctant and silent. He couldn't directly do favors for the noble children. For a rich man who came here for this, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss. After standing for a long time, he left reluctantly.

After walking a long way, Klein flashed into a house, turned on his clairvoyance, and played his harmonica. Not long after, he saw the messenger lady walk out of the void and deliver a letter.

"Leonard's..."

As Klein reached out to take it, he asked Renette Tinicole, "I want to go on an exploration to Calderon recently. I have obtained its spiritual coordinates. I wonder if I can hire you?"

The four blond, red-eyed heads of the messenger opened their mouths one by one and said:
"no……"

"I……"

"Can't..."

"Enter."

Unable to enter... Is this the restriction that Calderon City places on higher-level creatures in the spiritual world? The specific reason would have to be asked to Red Light. However, how did the messenger know that there was such a restriction? Has she been there?... Or, did her spiritual intuition tell her so? As his thoughts turned, Klein exhaled slowly and silently.

"I understand, thank you for informing me."

Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Renette Tinicole turned back to the spirit world. This made him confirm that Leonard Mitchell had paid the postage, so he took his other hand out of his pocket and unfolded the letter:
"Ince Zangwill is suspected to have been contaminated by the 'devil' path, and may have appeared near the Enmat Port in the Kingdom of Loen..."

Ince Zangwill... Klein chewed on the name and slowly leaned against the wall.

In the letter, Leonard hoped that he could do some investigation in secret to confirm whether the other party was Ince Zangwill.

"But the problem is, I mentioned last time that '0-08' has a similar characteristic to 'Everything it says must be known'. If you know it, it will also know it. Moreover, it is good at arranging coincidences, so that people will follow its baton unconsciously... In this case, it is difficult to investigate Ince Zangwill without being discovered by '0-08'. Not only is there no chance of success, but it is also easy to expose yourself... What's more, the 'devil' has the characteristic of anti-divination. If he has been contaminated, he may also acquire this characteristic..." Klein sat on a chair while thinking. The secret doll walked behind him and pinched his shoulders.

He read Leonard Mitchell's letter again, hoping to find more clues and possible investigation points in those few words. But just when he was at a loss, a new prayer suddenly echoed in his ears.

With a try-it-out mentality, Klein climbed up to Sefirah Castle and looked up. The new prayer came from the Hermit, while the previous one was from the Hanged Man, who reported that the Beyonder item made using Siatas' Beyonder characteristics was already in hand and could be sacrificed at any time.

Klein looked at the Hermit. In the prayer scene, Cattleya was half-kneeling on the familiar thick carpet in the captain's room with her eyes closed.

“Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World that I have obtained the Sun Bird and the Holy Radiant Stone, and can trade them for the blood of mythical creatures at any time…”

This matter... Klein nodded. Just as he was about to respond, he heard Cattleya's second report:

"'Undying King' Agaritu seems to be attracted by something unknown and is moving closer to the port of Enmat. The reason is unknown, but he is a 'criminal' and may bring some danger to the local area..."

criminal……

Klein's pupils shrank. "Criminal" is "Devil"! The "Undead King" of the Demonic Path was attracted to the Port of Enmat. If this was the Beyonder characteristic aggregation principle at work, it meant that there was at least one high-level thing related to the devil in the Port of Enmat!
“Could it be that it is really Ince Zangwill…”

The two pieces of news came at such a coincidence that Klein almost immediately suffered from "0-08PTSD".

"Or is this the instinct of 0-08 to kill the owner?"

Klein thought quickly and almost decided to go to Enmat Port to investigate immediately.

——But it was too early, too early. He was only Sequence 5 and did not have the ability to kill a demigod, but Ince Zangwill appeared!
However, this is also a good opportunity... Even if I don't have to do it myself... Klein was touched by his own sense of powerlessness, but he quickly came out of it. He immediately responded to Mr. Hanged Man's shelved prayer as a fool and prepared to complete the sacrifice of "Word of the Sea".

TBC
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