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

Chapter 288 Opening Song
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At Enmat Harbor, Leonard looked at Daly Simone who had taken the initiative to propose to form a team with him and said:

"Where to start? What do you suggest?"

Daly, who was dressed in a mysterious and mature manner, pulled up the hood of her black psychic robe and glanced at Leonard Mitchell:
"This is a time to show your gentlemanly opinion and style."

Leonard looked at the red glove on his left palm and said carefully:

"Let's start according to Captain Soest's arrangement. This may reveal some clues, but they may not be useful. I suspect that His Excellency 'Eye of the Goddess' also knows this and is simply trying to give us something to do to confuse Ince Zangwill."

"Why do you say that?" Daley was not joking and her expression was unusually serious.

Leonard glanced around, his voice unconsciously becoming deeper:
"0-08 has the characteristic of 'if you know it, it will know you'. Although we are only using a self-named code name, which should be on the edge of its attention, as the 'Red Gloves' team that is currently investigating and has discussed the issue of Ince Zangwill many times, I think our situation may have been grasped by '0-08'. In this way, if Ince Zangwill is not completely insane as we think, we will know that the abnormality of our state has been exposed, and we can consciously create coincidences and evade it."

Daly recalled the information about Ince Zangwill and nodded:

"Soest also raised this question at the beginning, but he didn't explain it as clearly and clearly as you did. He is still in the stage of working backwards from the failure results to infer the possible factors."

"So, Your Excellency, 'Eye of the Goddess', while asking us to investigate the situation of 'criminals', Beyonders and materials in the surrounding area and pretending that things have not been confirmed, you are already preparing to use the corresponding items and set traps, waiting for Ince Zangwill to show up?"

Leonard turned around and said as he walked:
"That's probably the case, but I doubt it can be hidden from '0-08'..."

Dai Li followed behind and said thoughtfully:

"I think there is still hope for success. Don't forget, one of the names of the goddess is the Mother of Secrets."

“这能克制‘0-08’？教会有高层或封印物能克制‘0-08’？难怪‘0-08’曾经被教会得到，封印于圣堂底部……”伦纳德绿眸一亮，精神陡然一振。

Daly nodded slightly, and her expression softened.

"Captain, what do you think?" Leonard looked at her hands.

"He praised you to me and said that you have become much better now." Daley smiled but did not mention Dunn's name. "He said that he can no longer provide you with any help, but he will always support you. The premise is that you stay safe."

Leonard scratched his head and smiled as well.

"I always feel like you seem to have something on your mind. Are you under too much pressure?" Daly said casually, "Occasionally I can also serve as a mentor other than the Undead."

"No, nothing. It's about Ince Zangwill." Leonard shook his head and spoke without any flaws. He stretched out his hand and pressed his temple. "He is a man who has strong malice towards the church and the Night Watchers. If I can't find him, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat or sleep peacefully."

Daly nodded. This renegade bishop had caused many coincidences and disasters, both large and small, along the way, and he harbored great malice, which was also what all the "Red Gloves" who were tracking down Ince Zangwill were worried about.

A few seconds later, Daly's eyes narrowed and she blurted out:
"Will '0-08' know about our discussion just now?"

Leonard's expression froze. He was not sure, nor did he dare to shake his head. He and Daly looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

……

After entering the area of ​​Enmat Port, Klein raised his vigilance to the highest level to deal with the possible sudden appearance of Edward Vaughn and Ince Zangwill.

Enmat Port is not a big city. Because there are no islands around it, the shipping is not very developed. It is just an inconspicuous small port city. It only takes one day to visit the whole city, so the probability of encountering enemies on the roadside is greatly increased.

Klein held the talisman he had just made in his hand, carefully let the "Winner" secret doll approach him, and used the "divination staff method" to find the way again.

He couldn't just carry out the search as carelessly as the "Red Gloves".

After leaving Sefirah Castle, he might not be able to do better than the Red Gloves team alone, but Klein did have another way to make Ince Zangwill show up on his own - that was to find Edward Vaughn.

According to the extraordinary aggregation principle, the two of them will definitely keep getting closer, so they just need to follow Edward Vaughn closely. Either the demon finds Ince Zangwill, or Ince Zangwill is lured here.

But this would increase the difficulty! This was too dangerous. Although he didn't know how Leonard survived after meeting the other party, Klein felt that he couldn't let him take this risk again. But if Leonard didn't go because his grandfather was there to save his life, Klein himself couldn't think of any way to make the other party show up, or to follow an angel without being discovered.

“He can sense the divination of Sefirah Castle. He probably knows that I am the one who did the divination in Sefirah Castle... If I do it again... Forget it. My intuition tells me that something terrible will definitely happen.” Klein felt a chill all over his body as soon as he had the slightest thought about it. He immediately followed the guidance of his spirituality and heart and threw this method far behind him.

"Ince Zangwill, 'Undying King', Edward Vaughn, the demon concentration here is completely over the limit. High-sequence demons are gathering here for a short time. I estimate that there will be many more demons and prisoners on the way to be attracted..."

What had happened to the promoted demon dog and Jason Belia was already terrifying. If more demons came here, Klein could hardly imagine how many disasters would happen in this small town.

"Where would Edward Vaughn be—"

Klein walked for a while and avoided many places. Suddenly, he heard a melodious piano sound.

This is a song that he is very familiar with, but it does not really exist in this world.

He turned his head slowly in shock and subconsciously walked towards the source of the sound, but stopped immediately halfway.

"Katyusha"

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Anyway, the aggregation ability will make the "Devil Card" approach by itself, so why should I look for it?

After waking up, Edward completely forgot about the little "red gloves" incident yesterday. It didn't matter whether the other party was firm in his belief and pretended not to hear it, or believed it and had doubts. As long as Adam came and picked up 0-08, everything he said would come true.

He was not interested in how the other party would react. It would be best if they lost control, which would also cause some trouble for the Church of Darkness.

On the streets of Enmat, many people with tanned skin came and went, wearing simple clothes of various colors. They might be fishermen or pirates making a living on the sea. Edward looked at these people slowly, and walked to the city's street garden while looking for food. He saw a simple piano next to the flower bed.

The piano was the cheapest model, and its four legs and chair were fixed to the ground with chains to prevent them from being touched by dishonest people.

"Ally, do you want to listen to some music?"

Edward became interested. He walked around the piano twice and pressed some keys. His eyes went dark because of the serious mis-notes.

He looked around, squatted down, opened the cover under the piano, drove away the whole family of non-venomous spiders that had built a nest inside, cleaned the interior that was filled with the dampness of the port city, and then tuned the piano.

"In my previous life, I taught music... In this life, I repair pianos on the street. I improved both of these things, but the church still won't let me in."

"That wasn't your previous life." The black and white eyes opened.

"no difference."

"There is a difference."

"Well, that's a difference. What do you want to hear? How about 'Unbreakable Alliance'?"

He rolled his eyes and rejected this song which seemed to have some other meaning:

"No."

"Then I'll choose it myself."

Edward muttered to himself, stood up and pressed the white keys, played a few notes at random, and then bent down to adjust it again. After repeating this for about ten minutes, he finally calibrated the pitch of this cheap piano. Looking back, he saw that several people around him had stopped to watch, curiously watching this respectable gentleman tinkering with a dilapidated piano on the street.

Edward stood up, dusted himself off, and smiled at them.

"Welcome, everyone is welcome to listen to the last performance of my life."

He did not speak loudly, nor did he explain the meaning of this sentence. The people nearby looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Him with mourning eyes.

Edward spread a clean handkerchief on the piano bench, straightened his clothes, and sat on it.

A beautiful melody slowly rises.

This was not Edward's best piece of music, but this skill had long been engraved in his soul. He instantly attracted the attention of the passers-by around him. They were in a hurry, exhausted, but they all turned their eyes here.

Although tickets to concerts and operas in middle-class areas were not expensive, spending a few hours and a few pennies on something that could not fill your stomach was a luxury in itself.

"You should be familiar with this song, right? Pear blossoms are blooming all over the horizon, and the river is covered with a soft veil..." Edward played and sang a few lines of the lyrics, then laughed in a good mood, "My Russian is terrible, I just rely on phonetic symbols to memorize it, but my Italian is better."

"I heard it."

The True Creator became silent after the music started. After a long time, He spoke:
"…your pronunciation is a disaster."

But after thousands of years, it is a happy thing to hear your mother tongue again, isn't it? Seeing the true creator fall silent, instead of once again stubbornly correcting his behavior of confusing "Edward Vaughan" with the identity of the Outer God, Edward became visibly happy, and actively tortured the other party with his "disastrous" pronunciation, anyway, no one could understand. A piano can do very limited things, but this soft and beautiful melody made more and more people stop and watch.

Some barefoot children squeezed into the crowd, relying on their small stature, and looked curiously at the device that could produce music like water with just a press of a button.

But they soon shifted their attention elsewhere, and seeing that there was neither a box nor a hat for collecting money around the performer, they squeezed out, waving their dirty little hands in disappointment.

"Would you like to hear my story about Edward? He was not born into a musical family, but his father was the choir leader of the church... He chose music because his academic performance was really poor, and his teacher tactfully suggested that he give up the path to college, but it turned out to be the right path."

He once again began to separate Himself and "Edward Vaughn" into two persons.

The true creator felt that he could not understand the outer gods' classification of his identity, so he simply stopped caring about these trivial matters.

"He had a short temper and was not used to the feeling of performing on stage at first. After spending a lot of effort to get into the music school, he was criticized by the teacher for singing too softly in his first final exam. He angrily refuted the teacher on the spot, and thus got his first failing grade. He was so angry that he didn't sleep well for two days. ... That's why he finally chose to become an instrumentalist. This way, he only had to focus on his instrument and hands on the stage, and didn't have to think about the audience."

"During the winter and summer vacations, he would return to the church near his home to participate in charity performances and help the choir and the band. The previous organist gave him a letter of recommendation, and he embarked on this path. Later, as he grew older, his temper became better and better..."

He whispered to the True Creator in English, because he didn’t know the second verse, and neither did He.

Although some people were leaving, more and more passers-by gathered around. When the first piece of music ended, the crowd burst into applause, and a young girl asked loudly:

“Can you play a specific piece?”

Edward turned his gaze to the freckled girl and nodded, "Of course."

"Sir, which god are you a believer of?" the girl asked boldly again.

Edward thought for a moment: "The God of Steam and Machinery."

The girl pursed her lips in disappointment and did not say the song she was thinking of. A steam believer in the crowd immediately followed up:
"The Mass of Gears! Is that okay?"

Edward nodded: "No problem."

Then, He laughed humorously: "It's just that I haven't played this piece for at least a hundred years."

There was a gentle, non-malicious laugh from the crowd, at the gentleman's excellent sense of humor and self-deprecation.

This piece of music was an attempt to imitate human creativity. It was published anonymously. The idea of ​​the classic piece "The Bell" from the old era was incorporated into the composition. There is a fixed level of rising scale as the underlying rhythm to express the rotation of gears, and a metronome is used to simulate the sound of mechanical operation. It is separated from the theme of the church's stereotyped hymns, with a brand new chord creation method and rhythm. In addition, Edward improved the piano. This song opened up new ideas for many subsequent church music. In the morning, the letter was put into the anonymous mailbox of the Steam Church - God of Craftsmen, and in the afternoon, it was tried out at the weekend mass of the church, which was a great success.

At one point, even the price of metronomes went up in Trier.

The Steam Church came out to look for the person, but could not find the real author. They also repeatedly drove away the real author who tried to sneak into the church. In the end, he became an "anonymous" in the history books.

Edward tested the pitch, then reached into his pocket and pulled out an antique mechanical metronome that obviously couldn't fit into a pocket. It had cost nearly 10 pounds in Trier.

"Click, click, click..."

After adjusting the frequency, He pressed the first tone. The Steam believers in the crowd all fell silent, listening to the rhythmic melody. The believers of other gods also fell silent, and the low prayers of the Steam believers rang in their ears.

There are three religions in Loen, and they give the necessary respect to the believers of other religions. But the beauty of music knows no faith or nationality. Under the bright sky, everyone's heart is filled with a sense of holiness, as if something sacred will appear in the next moment, or as if they were attending a mass in a church, feeling the tranquility of body and mind.

Edward also stopped talking to himself in the eyes of others, but before the music was halfway through, he suddenly looked to the left front.

His hands did not stop playing, but an unsettling smile gradually widened on his face.

A heavy sound of footsteps approached the crowd from a distance, a faint smell of blood drifted over with the wind in the city, a scream rang out, and a figure walked towards this side from another direction.

The figure was holding an ancient feather pen and wearing a black clergy robe stained with blood. His hair was dark gold and wrinkle-free. His facial features were like those of an ancient sculpture. One of his eyes was dark blue, almost black, and the other was covered with tiny blood vessels. His expression was eerie and dull.

He approached the street garden step by step. People around him died inexplicably in various ways.

The people around Edward did not notice the great danger approaching from behind them, and they continued to listen to the mass and pray. Edward stared closely at the notebook in the hand of the figure holding 0-08, and a simple bookmark appeared on the corner.

A smile appeared on the devil's lips. Just as he was about to stand up, the vision around him suddenly changed.

The sun in the sky disappeared, and the brick and stone ground and flower beds turned into a vast plain where night-blooming herbs and moon flowers grew. A red moon hung in the sky above, covering everything around with a blood-red veil.

Where did the goddess of night come from? Where is my devil card? The smile on Edward's face disappeared.

At the same time, a figure slowly emerged in his pure black pupils. The woman in black robe had a beautiful face but no expression. The fatal disaster came silently, and he seemed to be looking at a dead person.

0-17!

……

"not good!"

At the moment when the vision suddenly became completely black, the real creator who was monitoring everything stood up suddenly and immediately prepared to leave to prevent things from developing to the worst.

But the next moment, a blond priest in a white robe appeared before his eyes, with eyes as pure and clear as a child's.

"Adam!"

An angry voice burst out from the True Creator's throat. He stared at his own half body, and the shadows around him instantly became boiling like boiling water:
"Don't use your virtual personality to block me, get out of here!"

Adam held the silver cross in his hand. Facing the wrath of the True God, He was neither panicked nor annoyed. He smiled calmly:

"You should thank me."

"Otherwise, how could the Church of Darkness not have launched an attack against your members so far?"

The True Creator frowned.

This was also something He had doubts about long ago—or rather, He had too many doubts. When He returned to Sequence 3, the Aurora Society base located outside Backlund was swept by the eyes of the gods, which was not surprising. But then, the subsequent deification, entering Backlund, and designating Klein as His follower did not attract any of the attention and attacks that were taken for granted.

"It's really you." He narrowed his eyes.

"That's right. After I confirmed your condition, I immediately renegotiated with the Goddess of Night. I claimed that you were bewitched by the Outer Gods, but not contaminated, and can still be trusted." Adam spoke compassionately, "I didn't expect that you were one step ahead of me."

"In that case, I no longer need the trend of the times. You will take over everything from now on."

"The only thing is that the follower of the Outer God cannot continue to stay by your side. He should be dead by now."

Adam calmly looked at the real Creator who was suddenly stunned.

"...If I hadn't said a few words to you, I wouldn't have thought that being arbitrary is such an infuriating thing."

The shadow of the riot surged to Adam's feet, ready to swallow up the figure emitting a faint golden light at any time. The True Creator almost cursed:
"You didn't even come to have a single word with me!!"

"He is not a follower of the outer gods!"

The true Creator had difficulty breathing, and it took him a lifetime of self-cultivation to restrain the urge to tell the truth and scold Adam:
"You have no idea what you've done! Get away!"

Adam, who was confused, finally realized that something was wrong with the state of his half body. He frowned and said:

"What do you mean?"

The real Creator didn't intend to waste any more time talking to Him. He was just about to crush this nagging virtual personality to death and leave.

Suddenly, His vision returned to that eye.

He saw as if countless invisible sharp blades were slashing through, cutting the piano and the dull-eyed Edward Vaughn into pieces.

TBC
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There will probably be two updates today. 6:30.

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