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

Chapter 383 Greetings

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The past slowly emerged.

These experiences include his various assistance in the war of gods, providing power to Medici, using the image of Amon to intimidate the original witch, rescuing members of the Tarot Club, creating horror legends, multiple exchanges with the real creator, dialogues with the "Red Angel" who was still an evil spirit at the time, dealing with Amon's clone, revenge on Ince Zangwill, exploring the city of Calderon, sneaking into the Church of Saint Samuel, roaming the sea, preventing the "real creator from coming", saving Tingen and other things and various details of daily life.

Klein carefully observed the order in which these images appeared and discovered that it was actually a flashback. These fragments led all the way to the past.

They are entangled with different people and things, and are extremely complex, forming an ocean.

Klein seemed to be "flying" above, unable to find a self-positioning that was accurate or clear enough. He felt like he was about to get lost in this area, and the cold meaning and burning pain drove him to keep moving forward to vent the influence, making it difficult for him to return to the real world.

Klein barely managed to control this feeling. As his consciousness gradually became blurred and his body slowly fell, he tried his best to find something to identify himself.

Finally, he saw a broken spot of light in the depths of the gray fog, at the end of the sea. With an idea in his mind, he followed his intuition and flew over there as if he was traveling through the starry sky.

In that spot of light was a figure suspended on the fuzzy light gate. He was placed in a transparent "cocoon" and swaying gently. He looked exactly like the original Zhou Mingrui. He had no connection with the surroundings and was all alone, so he could be easily grasped.

This is... I didn't use the ritual or spell to connect with Sefirah Castle, but now I can... In other words, during the promotion process, I can indirectly affect the "Sefirah Castle" above the gray fog? Wait, my thinking ability has recovered... Klein's consciousness suddenly became much clearer, and he finally understood the essence of the ritual.

Eliminate distractions from details, provide yourself with a clear and accurate positioning as an "ancient scholar", and prevent yourself from getting lost!
Following similar spots of light, Klein began to "fly" deeper into the gray fog, to a place where he could not see the end. On the way, he discovered that the surrounding fog was scattered with various fragments of light. Some of them were from the colonial stage, some from Roselle's reign, some from the War of Oath Breaking, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Years' War... These were all the Fifth Epoch history that Klein knew.

As Klein passed through them, his consciousness naturally differentiated, completing the invisible connection and positioning himself more clearly.

The Pale Age, the War of the Four Emperors, the Trunsoste Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, the First and Second Solomon Empires, the Fall of the Red Angel, the "Blood Emperor" becoming a god, the "Black Emperor" returning, and other historical fragments emerged one after another in different places in the endless gray fog as Klein continued to trace back. They were like stars in the black night sky, illuminating the traveler's way home.

During this journey, Klein felt himself becoming more and more awake, and the coldness and burning sensation of each "Spirit Worm" became less and less severe.

He could have turned around and returned to the real world long ago, but he didn't stop and continued flying forward happily.

A group of terrifying dog-like creatures with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets and short black hair covering their bodies appeared beside him at some point. They ran wildly in the bottomless gray fog and followed Klein on both sides, as if to accompany him or to protect him.

“…So it’s you guys.”

Klein thought of the mist and flames that had followed him during his two long journeys through the spirit world, and also of the "Hound of Fulgrim" mentioned in the Notes of Wandering in the Spirit World and ancient books on mysticism. He smiled, but did not stop, and continued to travel deeper into the gray fog with them by his side.

The fatal attack of the "Redemption Rose", the three archangels of Pure White, Storm, and Wisdom sharing the ancient sun god, the conspiracy of the "Giant King's Court", the hiding of the night, the earth, and the Church of the God of War as a secret organization, and other patches of light flashed in the gray mist. The further Klein went back, the more comfortable he felt. He felt like he was about to fly.

Part of the history of the Third Age pointed the way forward for him. Finally, Klein stopped in front of a solitary fragment of light, which contained the memories of the ascetic Snowman in Groselle's Travels.

That was the earliest history he could find. Apart from that, he didn't know the details of the Cataclysm, nor did he know more history of the God-Forsaken Land. He looked ahead, and the gray fog was quietly gathering, and he didn't know where the fragments of light were floating.

Feeling his spiritual exhaustion, Klein did not search for anything. His consciousness connected with the location of his starting point and he fell suddenly downwards.

As the gray fog quickly faded, Klein felt his body and saw the Red Angel Medici still standing in front of him.

He didn't pay attention to Medici's thoughtful expression. He took in his current situation and subconsciously raised his head and looked into the air.

He saw the gray fog directly, and the ancient and majestic palace above the gray fog.

That mysterious space was trembling slightly.

……

In Intis, in the church that had not yet been named and the temple that had not yet been named, a man who was flipping through the "Roselle Creative Manuscript" in the basement with a mirror at hand raised his head, looked in the direction of the Creator Church next door, and muttered strangely.

"Is there such a thing?"

For a moment, he doubted that his analysis was wrong. Tianzun was actually in God's temple, and the temple had not exploded on the spot. This was simply impossible!

But it seems that it really happened, not sure, take another look.

He looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Light and thought for a while in confusion. He felt as if a problem that he himself could not understand suddenly appeared in the world. So He stood up, carefully closed the "Roselle Creative Manuscript", clipped it with a bookmark, and walked out with the mirror.

In Rünburg, a postman on a bicycle stopped, tilted his head slightly, and clicked the monocle on his right eye.

He immediately whispered to himself:

"Origin Castle..."

But why in Intis? The thin-faced young man smiled with a look of anticipation.

In a corner of the unrestored Sodrak Palace in the west district of Backlund, figures suspended in the air swayed gently, and a voice was heard at the same time:

"Origin Castle..."

In Intis. Zaratul probably guessed the connection and sighed secretly.

Having not been chosen and invested by any great being, He continued to stay quietly in the Sodrak Palace, waiting for the king's ceremony.

Under the Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard Mitchell, who was assigning tasks to his team members, suddenly heard a slightly old voice in his mind:

"Origin Castle..."

Deep in the East Continent, in the Chernobyl ruins, a line of words appeared on the notebook in Edward's hand. After reading it, He stopped sketching the portrait in the notebook, erased the half-drawn bust of the person without a face, dusted off, and stood up.

"Well, half a month."

This is my fate to go to jail, no matter where I go, I will never come back to Earth again, the Outer God thought.

The Chaos Sea was still calm, and the people inside had no intention of coming out. If the Creator hadn't returned like lightning in half a month, then the death of the real Creator was meaningful. Since it was meaningful, there was no need for him to stay here and wait for God, because He would get up sooner or later anyway. The demon stretched his muscles and attracted the attention of Amon, who was in a daze behind him. Amon asked curiously:
"you are leaving?"

"I feel like I can leave now." Edward shrugged. "There's nothing to do here. There's no fish to catch in this sea."

After saying this, He turned and walked away, leaving this relic building from the prehistoric era.

……

After seeing the ancient palace above the gray fog and feeling the slight tremor of the mysterious space, Klein felt that he had a deeper, invisible connection with Sefirah Castle that was difficult to accurately grasp.

At this moment, he truly felt that the place would gradually belong to him.

In just a few seconds, all the abnormalities disappeared. Klein did not delay and pulled out a paper figure and shook it casually.

With a snap, the paper figure ignited with red flames, and densely packed illusory wings grew behind it.

Klein was stunned. He didn't expect that the interference of a simple "paper substitute" would have a bit of the flavor of "Angel's Embrace".

Next, he moved quickly to clear all traces of the area.

Phew, I didn't expect that it would really trigger changes in the "Source Castle" and produce an unconcealable phenomenon... Fortunately, I was cautious enough and didn't let my guard down. If I had been promoted in Backlund or the surrounding areas, Amon and Zaratul would have "seen" me. By now I should have joined them as a Beyonder... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a little dizzy and wanted to sleep quickly.

Medici watched him use paper dolls to hide his mystical connections, and praised Klein's caution in his heart. Then he waved his hand, indicating that Klein should leave as soon as he was promoted and do what he needed to do.

He still had things of his own to do—like asking the serpent if it was hiding something from him.

Klein bowed to Medici. He also felt that he needed to leave as soon as possible and find a place to rest for a while and calm his mind.

But at this moment, their sights seemed to be "pulled" away by something at the same time, and they looked towards the sky outside the cathedral at the same time, and saw a huge and transparent eye floating in the air dozens of meters away, blinking and staring at them. In an instant, a lot of knowledge automatically appeared in Klein's mind.

"Hidden Sage"

"Airship improvement and manufacturing technology from scratch"

"The power of the god of steam and machinery combined"

"The Sage of the Western Continent"

"Simple nuclear fusion operations that anyone can learn"

"Knowledge Wildness"

"Crazy..."

"Shut up!" Medici suddenly shouted, and a thunderous sound came from the mental link, suddenly isolating Klein from the spiritual chaos caused by the hidden sage's instinctive knowledge indoctrination. He had not yet reached the angel level and could not know any knowledge related to the old days! It's best not to watch it!

Mind connection is the simplest and most brutal method of psychological treatment. When he was still at sea, he used this method to stabilize Klein, who suddenly began to collapse and lose control after looking at the world map for unknown reasons.

Klein paused for a second. In this second, he absorbed all the knowledge in an entire library, including the Hidden Sage's self-introduction. But He actually mixed in all the history he had seen since his activation in his self-introduction! Klein's face and body suddenly became throbbing with veins, his brain was smoking, and the capillaries in his eyes burst, and blood flowed out of his ears and eyes.

There was a mixed reaction between his spirituality that had not yet been completely restrained and all the vast and complex knowledge. His skin began to wriggle, as if he was about to turn into one spiritual worm after another, becoming an independent individual with different types of knowledge and escaping into history!

He quickly simulated countless overlapping light balls in his mind to stabilize his thoughts.

“Sorry.” The Hidden Sage blinked his big eyes and replied, “I thought he was Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.”

With a ferocious expression, Medici used the mind link to isolate the knowledge related to "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" that was conveyed along with the apology.

After becoming the true god of these two paths, the words of the Hidden Sage are the essence of knowledge, and His actions symbolize the laws of various truths. He speaks a noun, and this noun contains all the relevant knowledge. It was fine when the Demon of Knowledge was around. He had many spiritual imprints and apprentices in the Western Continent and knew how to correctly guide and educate ordinary life forms. However, the Hidden Sage himself is unique and not a living being. He does not have the threshold concept of "living things will be killed by too much knowledge", and is completely unaware of what his words mean.

"He is not Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The transparent eyes moved closer, until they were ten meters outside the window of the Cathedral of Light. "Who is he? Is he the boy of the Heavenly Lord?"

What is a boy? As soon as Medici had this question in his mind, all the relevant knowledge contained in this term came to him at once, and he also helped him popularize various terms related to the Western Continent. Medici took two seconds to digest it and frowned.

"Don't ask me, I don't know."

Medici pulled Klein, who was still meditating, to his side and warned him faintly, "But he is the Lord's favored one, Sage. You are crossing the line by not staying in your own temple and coming here."

A hint of "curiosity" appeared in the eyes of the Hidden Sage. Medici didn't know how He could express curiosity with just one eye, because this emotion also turned into knowledge and made Him feel it directly.

"How could they both choose the same person as their beloved?"

The warning was effective. The Hidden Sage did not directly mention the names of the two people, but he looked Klein up and down, as if he had seen a puzzle that he himself could not figure out, and wanted to analyze him into pure data: "This is incredible."

"The ancient scholar who was just promoted..."

"He is only 24 years old, why can he be promoted to an ancient scholar?"

"Hey, his soul is different..."

A huge stream of data flowed in the eyes of the Hidden Sage. He could not help but move closer, entering a safe distance that would make Medici feel alert. However, the former was like an explorer who had seen something incredible and was determined to study Klein Moretti thoroughly.

As the Hidden Sage continued to mutter, Medici understood more and more why all the members of the Moss Ascetic Order were dumb and deaf.

"How strange, his soul is only in his twenties."

"But he comes from a bygone era!"

Under the premise that he could not use the power of the Wilderness of Knowledge to analyze Klein, the Hidden Sage came to this conclusion. Then, he suddenly realized, "He is the descendant of the Celestial Lord that He found."

The Hidden Sage thought for a while and asked the angel who belonged to God in his eyes:

"Are you two planning to reconcile? This is a great blessing."

"I told you not to ask me."

Medici waved his hands as if to shoo away a mosquito, and at the same time pulled Klein, who still had a dazed expression, towards the office: "Go away, go away. Can't you see that our new saint needs to rest?"

Klein barely recovered his spirit and wiped the blood and tears from his face. He recalled the simple nuclear fusion that everyone can learn. After a while, he remembered that he was not a nuclear battery, but a human being. So he quickly followed the example of the Moss Ascetic Order and blocked his hearing and throat at the same time. He simply stopped listening, thinking, and watching, in order to minimize the unconscious knowledge indoctrination of the Hidden Sage.

But the Hidden Sage didn't seem to want to let him go. Medici pulled him away, and his big eyes followed him outside, trying to talk to him.

“——” said the Hidden Sage.

Seeing that Klein didn't respond, He explained, "This is ancient elven language. The grammar is as follows. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

Medici stopped the file transfer, and Klein felt a little regretful because he was still a little curious about these ancient languages.

The Hidden Sage spoke many strange words, one of which sounded like an animal roar, which reminded Klein of the Honachis dialect he heard in the hidden town. Medici interrupted them one by one, preventing Klein from hearing any comments.

"You have no reaction to the languages ​​of the first five eras here. Which era are you from?"

The Hidden Sage was even more persistent. He thought for a while and suddenly said:
"Hello."

“Hello.” Klein answered subconsciously.

Medici stopped walking. This was a word he didn't understand, and he couldn't help but feel curious. Klein was slightly stunned. He and the Hidden Sage looked at each other, as if neither of them had expected the other to suddenly speak a sentence in Chinese.

The Hidden Sage suddenly realized again:
"So you are from the Western Continent."

TBC
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The next morning.

"How are you?" The secret peeker asked the craftsman with a face as serious as that of a zombie.

The craftsman nodded slowly, staring dully and deeply at the high ceiling of the shipbuilding, his expression more ferocious than the devil's two resentful spirits:

"Good, I feel like I understand everything."

"The fact that you can say this means that you are no good." The Secret Peeping Man struggled to get up.

The knowledge of improvement is much simpler than making an airship from scratch. This time, the Hidden Sage teacher only explained it twelve times before leaving in a hurry. The Secret Peeping Man thanked the kind-hearted sage profusely and sent him off. He was also grateful to the Hidden Sage for showing mercy, and his nose was still a nose, and his mouth was still a mouth, although he had already mastered all the improvement techniques by the third time.

"Get up, get up."

The secret peeper, who had a lot of experience in being brainwashed, stood up shakily. He stretched out his hand, and the tools in the craftsman's box floated up, approached the spare iron plate in the distance, and began to hammer and draw some special words and symbols:
"It's time to go to work."

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