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

Chapter 384 Amon is approaching

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In a small city in Intis, a young man wearing a beautiful monocle and neatly dressed raised his head as he watched the city restoration workers moving goods on the street and setting up tents one after another for temporary housing for the victims.

He scratched his head and looked around in confusion. After looking around, he looked in the direction of Trier.

A voice came through the unique connection between Amon and him, telling him to go to Trier, to the cathedral, to see the aura of Sefirah Castle that appeared there. This was the first time that the main body had contacted him since he was sent to Intis because of the referendum of all Mongolia.

Before him, many clones were sent here by the referendum of all Mongolians. Anyway, the original body and the few Sequence 2 clones would not come here, and those sent here were all Sequence 4 and below. Based on the experience of Amon's original body not being captured in the God-Forsaken Land for so many years, the real Creator would not take action against Him unless necessary. This could perhaps be understood as a kind of nostalgia, even though the original body only conveyed sneers.

However, those clones are sometimes arrested and restored on the spot for other reasons. Intis's control over the abuse of extraordinary abilities is still relatively strict, especially since Amon has a monocle as an obvious identification.

Before he came here, all of Amon's clones were killed by a flood.

He happened to be sightseeing in Feysac at the time, participating in some local festivals, and that was why he was able to escape.

"Source Castle..."

Amon pinched his eye sockets to tighten his monocle.

It didn't take him long to recall the current owner of Sefirah Castle, Klein Moretti, whom he had met once. The pressure on him was not only Sefirah Castle, but also a heavy fate, the fate of his own death.

From his point of view, Zaratul was respectable because He was actually working towards a "suicide" position.

Of course, Amon knew that he was actually very selfish, unwilling to take any risks, and even childish and unlovable, but the Outer Gods also taught him that "the selfishness of not wanting to be covered is the proof of your existence." Yes, he didn't want to touch that fate. If the original body obtained the Sefirah Castle, the blessing given to him by the Outer Gods would disappear, and he would become an ordinary clone again, one who didn't like spicy food, didn't like delicate monocle gems, and was not interested in ancient history and mythology. He would no longer be his Amon.

He actually didn't want to contact Klein, and even consciously kept away from Rune, but he didn't expect that his extraordinary aggregation skills were still superior.

But he had to go, because if he didn't, the original body would discover his abnormality.

"Hey, boy, stop standing there!"

A middle-aged man who was setting up a tent in the distance waved at him. Amon walked over, helped him straighten the wooden stakes for the tent, and tied the ropes firmly. The middle-aged man praised him a few words, looked him over, and said with a smile:

"Young man, you are really good-looking. My daughter likes intellectuals like you."

Amon laughed along. He had met many parents like this while traveling. Most of them just joked about it, and the few who really had such ideas would have their ideas stolen by him. He also perfunctorily replied:

"Then your daughter must be a beautiful lady too. Where is she?"

The middle-aged man smiled and walked aside:
"She was swept away by the tsunami."

The atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as death. Even Amon was stunned. He scratched his head and replied dryly, "My condolences."

After saying this, he had no idea what else he could do, so he pretended nothing had happened and walked around the tent, ready to find a place to stay and kill time.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a romantic and poetic way that fit Amon's impression of the Intis people: "I will continue to live for my daughter. As long as I remember her, her life will not end."

Amon scratched his head again: "If you think this way, you won't be sad?"

"Yes, of course." The middle-aged man showed a look of loss on his face, which made his smile become bitter. "I will miss her forever."

Perhaps the expression on his face was too sincere, so Amon had a moment of thought - is there anyone he needs to remember? It seems that there is no one. Why is it that being remembered does not mean that you are not dead? If you die one day, do you have to tell others about your daughter's deeds? - Then, he suddenly thought that this middle-aged man told him about his daughter in a way that is almost impossible to forget. Does that mean that his daughter can now "not end her life" by being remembered by him?
Could it be that this person knew that I was a Sequence 3? He felt alert.

It seemed like that. The middle-aged man did not react to Amon's vigilance and spiritual temptation. He quickly calmed himself down and said:

"It's late, young man, go and get some rest."

Amon was unmoved, walked around the middle-aged man and replied, "No, thank you, I'm going to Trier."

"It's so late, the road is not safe." The middle-aged man habitually advised, and then shook his head, "Well, look at what I said, there are not many people now, and there is not even a thief on the road... But the trains and carriages have stopped running, how are you going to get there?"

He said this but received no reply.

The middle-aged man looked up in astonishment. The streets were so quiet at night that he could no longer find the young man wearing the monocle.

Trier.

Medici asked, "What did you just say?"

"A language." Klein answered truthfully.

“I’ve lived since the Third Age, and I’ve never heard of this kind of language, nothing like it.” Medici crossed his arms and looked at Klein. “Or do you want to say that you are an ancient god who was born before me? Well, it’s not impossible.”

Considering the Lord's favor that he had not told anyone about and the ritual that had been isolated from the world for three hundred years, the Red Angel did not dwell on this issue for too long.

"This is ancient Chinese." The Hidden Sage interrupted, "I can teach you. The grammar is..."

Medici's spirit began to beep and sound the alarm. He immediately raised his hand to stop the huge file compression package that had already begun to be transmitted, and refused to receive it: "I don't want to know. I want to know why you can rely on this language to communicate."

Ancient Chinese...Klein was silent for a moment.

He thought of the dream he had before, which was influenced by the hidden sage. People were wearing clothes similar to those in the Republic of China. The school uniforms looked like Taoist robes. Their lip movements proved that they were speaking a prophecy similar to Chinese. He asked, "Is the Western Continent using a similar language?"

"Yes." The Hidden Sage answered happily, "I was reading Roselle Gustav's creative notes and diaries and found that he is also a soul from the Western Continent. Is Roselle Gustav an ancient human chosen by the Heavenly Lord like you?"

Klein hesitated for a moment. That was right. He was indeed chosen by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, but it might just be a screening to select all those who had mystical connections with Tianzun. He was chosen, but he was not special. He was one of a few hundred.

This was one of his most important secrets so far. The souls that descended from Sefirah Castle would definitely establish the fastest connection with Sefirah Castle, and he...was not chosen because of his own specialness, nor were the others, otherwise he would not be the fourth to descend. Others thought he was the successor of Tianzun, but he knew that Zhou Mingrui was just an ordinary soul from the past who was extremely unlucky, nothing special.

Judging from his adaptation to this world, he might not be as good as Russell.

At least Russell still has the ability to change the world, to form alliances and sit in the position he wants, but he can't do anything.

"He is not obliged to answer your questions, sage."

Just as Klein was thinking, Medici frowned and spoke.

He felt that Klein was now on his side no matter what, and the positions of the Hidden Sage and the Western Continent were not very clear. Although they stopped Leodero from moving forward, they did not express clear opposition, nor did they show a clear favor for the Creator Church. War angels often do not regard such people as partners, but classify them as "those who may become enemies at any time."

It is not ruled out that such people may have a good impression of us, that we can communicate with them, and that we can use them to a certain extent, but in the final analysis they are not trustworthy.

But the Hidden Sage clearly wanted to get this answer. His eyes were following Klein closely. Medici’s words had an effect, but not completely. He followed Klein relentlessly and asked:
"Do you want to come to the Western Continent?"

“Do you have a Chinese name?”

"Can I know your name?"

Klein's heart began to beat. He was incredulous at the words of the Hidden Sage, but he had already experienced too many things. His yearning and expectation for the Western Continent was also raised because of that dream. He wanted to answer the questions, but he was still afraid of this notorious brainwashing god. Most importantly, he was dizzy now. His mind was filled with ancient history, philosophy, cultural and artistic works, and simple nuclear fusion operations that everyone could learn. He really didn't have the brain to think about the purpose of the Hidden Sage asking these questions.

Does He want me to have a good impression of Him and the Western Continent?
This idea popped up in his mind with all his might, and then Klein exhaled, pinched his brows, and whispered:
"Sorry, I think I need to rest now."

Before he could finish his words, his vision suddenly went dark. Fearing that something might happen if he was too late, Medici knocked him out with a knife and then caught him.

"Move aside, sage," said Medici. "Don't stand outside our temple."

The Hidden Sage looked at Klein, who had fallen into a baby-like sleep in an instant, with reluctance, and said to Medici again, "I hope to get his answer when he wakes up."

After saying this, the transparent eyes turned into twinkling stars and disappeared.

Medici waved his hand and dispersed the stars. He looked at Klein, who was already fast asleep, and recalled some words between the Hidden Sage and Klein. His eyebrows, which had not been relaxed for a long time, knitted even deeper.

"Lord," He whispered, "Praise you. I really need to go talk to the big snake."

……

Klein slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, like a hospital ward. There were lights on the ceiling, and Klein immediately felt a sense of time and space confusion. The white bed sheet was printed with the cross symbol of the Creator Church. If it was a red background, it would feel more like the old days.

The ward was very quiet. He fumbled to sit up, pulled a pillow under his back, raised his head and rubbed his forehead.

The sky outside was still dim, and it looked like he had only been in deep sleep for a few hours. It was now around four in the morning.

After more than ten minutes of relaxation, he was completely awake, gradually recalled what happened after the promotion, and began to examine himself:
"The potion was indeed digested most of the time, at least three-fifths... This is more than I expected... But I don't know how much more ancient information I need to obtain and how much real history I need to research before I can digest the rest..."

"In the ceremony, I didn't see any history from the Old Age. The earliest one stopped at the Third Age. Does that mean the history from the Old Age is not necessary for me to advance and play a role? This is really strange."

"At present, it seems that there are two directions for the role of 'ancient scholar': one is to be a scholar from ancient times, and the other is to be a scholar who studies ancient times. Both are required. The first point is relatively easy because the ceremony itself implies the key point of making yourself an ancient person. Once you are promoted successfully, you can naturally play the role of a scholar from ancient times."

Klein shook his head. He was too old.

"The second point is very difficult. It's okay in a normal society, but in this world with true gods, demons, and evil, just collecting ancient materials is a risky thing. If you want to find out the truth of history, you may die miserably at any time for no reason. The more you know about the standards, the greater the danger..."

"I can know so much, mostly thanks to the arrangement of the true Creator, and the complexity of the fate brought by the 'Source Castle', especially the historical and archaeological materials provided by the 'Sun' and the City of Silver. This allows me to always know a lot of incredible history. Of course, even so, as a person favored by the true god, I have died once, let alone other 'ancient scholars'?"

"If we swap the positions of 'Miracle Master' and 'Ancient Scholar', the roleplaying would be relatively simple. Unfortunately, there is no such if...

“In addition, the previous two meanings tended towards ‘ancient times’, and we should also pay attention to the word ‘scholar’. Only those who can study something from history can be called ‘scholars’.

"There are other plans to digest next. Simply put, they are all archaeological..."

After confirming that the advance role-playing was effective and considering the future path, Klein combined the mystical knowledge he gained from the promotion and the observation of his own divine patterns, relying on "divination" and practice to gradually explore the ability of the "ancient scholar".

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.

TBC
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(End of this chapter)