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

Chapter 386 Relaxation
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Let a lost piece of history return to the present era.

Silver City.

Klein suddenly came to his senses, and even felt as if the last piece of the puzzle had finally been put together.

He had long been thinking about why the True Creator had to force the people of Silver City and other cities in the God-Forsaken Land on him, when there was no need to do so, not to mention that this behavior would damage His own image. Just like what Little "Sun" said about the Holy Scripture of Silver City, the Creator has eight Angel Kings around him, and believers can choose to believe in only one Creator, or choose to believe in other Angel Kings. As long as the True Creator changes the Holy Scripture of the Aurora Society, Klein can immediately obtain anchors in units of tens of thousands, and there is no need to start from scratch in the Eastern Continent.

So this is what He thought.

Klein sighed slowly and heavily.

The Creator has prepared everything, and Silver City has now become a city-state with the Fool as its main belief. After the East Continent regained light, these survivors also took active actions and began to explore the surrounding areas and look for other city-states.

With the return of sunlight and relatively safe daytime, Silver City once again had sufficient food.

It can be said that the progress of exploration in these two months alone has exceeded the accumulation of the previous five hundred years.

I heard from Little "Sun" that the Chief and the Council of Six are discussing whether to explore eastward and southward according to the ancient map to search for the ruins and survivors of other cities and rescue them, or to advance westward and pass through the Giant King's Court to find a way out.

They are also waiting for Mr. Fool's revelation.

Do I have the ability to bring them out now? Klein thought about it and felt that this worry was unnecessary, because "Silver City leaving the East Continent" was the Sequence 2 promotion ceremony that the True Creator had planned for him. He definitely had the ability and must have the ability to do it.

Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The enhanced divinity of Sequence 3 allowed him to view the True Creator's expectations of him from a more detached perspective. The purpose of these actions was to place a bet. As long as Klein followed the route planned by the True Creator step by step, he would be able to reach Sequence 2 smoothly. After Sequence 2, he would also have the opportunity to defeat Zaratul and advance to Sequence with the help of angels from the Aurora Society such as Medici.

Then, as long as he knew the requirements of the apotheosis ritual, he could try to enter the hidden town in the Hornachis Mountains again, replace Duke Antigonus there, and become a true "Fool".

In a sense, I am indeed unique and special...

Klein was thinking as if he was standing aside from the matter.

Although he was chosen by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun not because of his own specialness, the Real Creator trusted him because he was also a remnant of the old times.

In the process of the True Creator's training of him, he first made Klein feel "chosen" by using his identity as a remnant of the old days and his grand wish to save the world. Fortunately, he had been out of the second grade of middle school for decades, and his first reaction to such a great dream was "I can't do it, please find someone else." Then, it was like an overt conspiracy, "Since you have contacted the City of Silver, the Forsaken Land of Gods is handed over to you." Klein didn't think he had the ability to save a continent, but he also couldn't turn a blind eye to the people struggling there.

Thus, he was half-pushed and half-pushed to become the mainstream belief of the City of Silver, possessing an anchor and the conditions for the ritual.

During this process, the True Creator had been waiting, waiting for Klein to reach out and ask for something. Only with desire could there be motivation to move forward. Unfortunately, Klein had not prepared himself mentally before, and by the time he figured it out, the True Creator had already left.

Resentment?
He had no resentment, because the true Creator had handed the God-forsaken land to him and he himself had not cared about it, but he also sincerely hoped that they could be saved.

Give up?
This is even more impossible. He has made up his mind and has come this far. Even the Sequence 2 ritual is in sight. How could he give up?
While Klein was brainstorming, Medici yawned.

"The hidden sage wants to see you."

The war angel leaned lazily against the wall, and the sky outside gradually became brighter. "He is very interested in your identity as an ancient remnant, but you can choose whether to talk to Him. I suggest not to, because He might talk you to death."

Klein thought for a few seconds:

"He seems to know a lot about the Western Continent."

"Ah."

Medici opened his mouth and wanted to talk about the Knowledge Wilds and the Knowledge Demon, but then he thought that the newly promoted kid in front of him couldn't listen to information about the source and the old days, so he turned around and swallowed the words back: "Are you also from the Western Continent?"

Klein shook his head.

Medici was somewhat curious about Klein's specific situation. This "Fool" who was so bold as to pretend to be Amon really seemed to be so at first, making him and the God of Steam and Machinery believe that there really was a Sequence One who controlled Sefirah Castle and was helping him. However, the Hidden Sage's curiosity about Klein and the knowledge and intelligence he madly revealed made Medici suspicious.

Medici had just tried to probe him, but Klein didn't react at all.

He looked at him and said:

"Since you are from ancient times, ancient scholars should digest it quickly. If you want to act badly, go to the church and find some history books to read."

“Okay.” Klein certainly wouldn’t refuse.

"You really are the Fool." Medici glanced at him. "A Sequence 4 brat dares to participate in the God War. You are really young and mighty! Why aren't you a hunter? If you were a hunter, I would have to consider whether to recruit you or treat you as prey."

Klein thought that Medici had learned this from the real Creator, and he showed no surprise at all. After all, the most embarrassing moment was when he revealed his identity in front of Mr. Azik when he was at Sequence 7.

Now that he is at Sequence 3 and has divinity, it makes sense for him to call himself a fool, right?
"I have to go now."

The hour hand pointed to 7. Klein decided to ignore the affairs of the Western Continent for the time being and go back for a while just to make an appearance.

If Amon could really bring all this false information, it would at least provide Klein with some cover - other than that, what he was most worried about now were Benson and Melissa.

Or maybe he seemed to think they were more important now, probably because of the influence of the original "Klein". Being promoted to Sequence 3 was like surviving a catastrophe. After a little relief from the huge pressure of promotion and the intrigue, Klein found himself eager to see his brother and sister's faces.

I don’t know if Amon is in Backlund... It’s hard to say what kind of person Zaratul is... If “He” only targets me, I will respect Him a little, but if “He” uses Benson and Melissa, it’s only natural...

Klein sighed, got out of bed, tidied himself up, and said goodbye to Medici.

Medici also waved at him casually, his eyes somewhat nostalgic: "I'm really looking forward to what you'll look like when you advance to Sequence 2. When are you going to bring the people from the East Continent out? How many people are still alive in the East Continent?"

“There are still many.” Klein said generally, “Tens of thousands of people.”

"……ha."

Medici closed his eyes and shook his head: "Go away."

"You can walk around before you leave." He added, "When you want to leave, just chant my name and I will open the door for you."

Klein left in silence.

As he left the corridor, he looked back and saw Medici still standing there, looking at the rising sun in the distance.

He inexplicably felt a faint sadness rising in his heart, but those past events had nothing to do with him. The remaining humanity was expressing its sadness, while the newly joined divinity was thinking about how to act as soon as possible and how to get the people of the East Continent out.

This hospital was large and had new equipment, giving people the feeling that it had just been built. In reality, this was probably true. Klein walked along the corridor to find the exit. There were still many people recuperating in the wards. Warm light filled every corner of the hospital. A mid-sequence Beyonder from the Sun Pathway was patrolling here, using his spirituality to relieve the mental and physical pain of the patients.

The medical staff were busy, but they did not feel nervous, which greatly improved the success rate and cure rate of the operation. On the street in the distance, the craftsmen were driving the alchemy puppets to efficiently and simply build tents. The city was almost destroyed, but the people who survived had to continue to survive. There was a huge vending machine in the corner. No money was needed. Just pull the lever to get a piece of warm food. People lined up there spontaneously, and the food in the lunch box was steaming.

He saw a familiar person among the group of people who were busy building simple houses that looked like containers.

Ikanser Bernard, a former member of the Mechanical Heart in Backlund and a senior deacon of the Church of Steam.

Deacon Ikanser and Arrodes had left a deep impression on him. Later, the missionary rights of the Steam Church were taken back by Loen, and this native Backlund had to leave his hometown and come to this strange land with others.

...By the way, Arrodes was also brought here.

Deacon Ikanser is leading his team to gesture with a blueprint. Once a decision is made, they will quickly start working and build a container house that is large enough for a family of three in just a few minutes. There are many of these simple houses in relatively empty areas, all painted white. Although it may give people some bad associations, now, having a shelter that can shelter from the wind and rain is something that refugees dare not even think about.

If he wasn't surrounded by true gods and angels, Arrodes would have suddenly appeared on a mirror and set off fireworks to congratulate him on his successful promotion... Klein's mouth curled up slightly.

He took a walk in Trier for a while and saw people burning relics by the river, doctors busy in the hospital, some craftsmen working hard to reclaim the land and repair houses, and some mystery peepers dressed as wizards.

Then, Klein found an empty house and prepared to go to Sefirah Castle to see if there were any changes.

"Well, when summoning images from the gaps in history, there is no dialogue or communication. In other words, the 'ancient scholars' cannot interfere with history or change the past. From the perspective of acting, this can be summarized as witnessing fate, influencing the present, and being unable to reverse the past..."

"In addition to transferring diseases, wounds, curses, attacks, prophecies, and gazes, the 'Paper Doll Substitute' has an additional ability. It can transfer a certain part of the paper doll to the target, and make it function like a real one before the target finds out it's fake. Haha, if anyone meets me in the brief moment when they have lost their heart but their brain is still alive, I can give them a paper heart that will draw strength from history to beat and circulate blood..."

"The initial control time of the 'Spirit Thread' has been shortened to two seconds, and the complete transformation into a puppet takes ten seconds. The range of the above two operations is five hundred meters... The limit of driving the secret puppet and exchanging positions is five kilometers..."

"'Flame Jump' is also at five kilometers... The air shells can freely control their power, up to the equivalent of coastal defense artillery..."

"Huh, this is the 'Ancient Scholar', the 'Ancient Scholar' who has digested half of the magic potion..."

After examining himself, Klein slowly stood up.

Soon, above the endless gray-white fog, Klein's figure appeared in the ancient palace.

He simply glanced around and noticed several differences.

Among them, the most obvious point is that the state and layout of this mysterious space were completely projected into his spiritual body, allowing him to see the gray-white clouds condensed in the air and the strange light door even from a long distance.

Apart from the palace I materialized and the light gate that already existed, there was nothing here. It was empty, vast, and filled with high-level power... Klein whispered as he sat down, raised his right hand, and gently lifted it up.

In an instant, the entire gray fog began to boil, and the mysterious space it carried also vibrated inexplicably, emitting one slightly dim light after another.

These lights gathered together and, according to Klein's thoughts, condensed into a translucent angel with illusory wings on its back, an angel with corresponding status and power, a majestic, holy and extremely oppressive angel.

“I don’t need to add the ‘Black Emperor’ card, the ‘Tyrant’ card, or the ‘Red Priest’ card, nor do I need to use the ‘Poseidon’s Scepter’. I can leverage the power of this mysterious space to the greatest extent by myself, and make the ‘Fool’s’ angel a true Sequence 2 angel. Of course, this angel cannot respond to prayers and cannot last for too long. It only exists in ‘Embrace’ and a few attacks, and has some abilities in the ‘Miracle’ field…”

"Sure enough, my resurrection is a gift from Sefirah Castle. As for how many times I can be resurrected, the real Creator told me that there is still one more time... It's not a bad thing. It reminds me to be cautious and careful... This is the way for the Seer to survive..."

"What a pity, this kind of 'miracle' can only work on myself for now..."

It's also very powerful if it can only work on myself, but it's also limited. If it can work on others, can I just move the entire Silver City out of the God-Forsaken Land? Klein thought.

Around eight o'clock, he chanted the Red Angel's name and asked Him to open the door and send him back to Backlund.

As he left, the transparent eyes that had been suspended in the air also turned into starlight and disappeared. In the distant Western Continent, the old man with white hair and a childlike face brushed across the water mirror in front of him, and Klein's image and figure disappeared completely.

"How come it's over!" said the slightly fat Taoist who stretched his neck to look at the screen, "I still want to know the name of the little celestial master?"

"He doesn't trust us yet."

Tianji's incarnation said, "But why do you think he is a Little Heavenly Venerable?"

The slightly plump Taoist smiled and said, "He is the heir chosen by the Heavenly Venerable... Of course I know that there seem to be many descendants of the Heavenly Venerable in that world, but he has to survive to the end. He is still alive and carries the will of the Heavenly Venerable. Isn't he the Little Heavenly Venerable?"

"That ritual is quite interesting. If we know it, can we communicate with the Celestial Lord?"

"Hey, let's not talk about that. Tell me how divination is done in that world. Crystals, pendulums, gems, and cards? It's really fancy. If I learn it, I can continue to compete with your horoscopes for business!"

The incarnation of Tianji did not comment, but stroked his beard and smiled. When he saw the cards in the Taoist's hand, his expression changed.

"Who told you to use playing cards for divination?"

……

On a street in Lenburg, a young man with a thin face, a broad forehead and a monocle is sitting in a roadside cafe, holding a pen and thinking seriously.

He raised his other hand and squeezed his monocle, then finally wrote down a few words:
"Beloved ones of the spirit world and Origin Castle..."

Then, the pen stopped moving again, as if it had not yet figured out what to write next.

Amon put down his pen and put the cap back on. He had no idea of ​​the owner of Sefirah Castle's name, appearance, or deeds. He could only wait for his clone, who was still a pioneer spy in Intis, to bring back specific examples before making a guess.

……

"So be it."

Amon read all the intelligence without hesitation. After being polished by Medici, the top conspirator, he couldn't tell whether the intelligence was true or false.

According to their modification, Klein Moretti's soul is a half-giant from the Third Epoch. For some unknown reason, he accidentally took the path of a fortune teller. Because his blank stats are very strong, he is keen on melee divination (beating suspects to make them reveal the truth). However, one of Klein's former identities, "German Sparrow", seems to unexpectedly fit this statement. He is obviously a faceless man, but he always fights head-on, and his record is quite impressive.

The "ancient souls", "hidden messengers of the Aurora Society", and "being watched because of devout faith" also seem to have traces to follow.

The more Amon read, the more confused he became. Combining his own understanding of Klein, his "decryption scholar" began to report errors frantically, but in fact he couldn't find any problems. If he had to say something was wrong, it was that it was too outrageous.

He decided to quickly feedback these things to his original body using his normal identity, and then quickly forget about these things.

TBC
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Original body: Let me see what information the clone sent back.

Body: 6
(End of this chapter)