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

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Extraordinary people on the path of "Destiny" can always bring themselves some happiness. Their perspectives are the most special, close to the symbols of mysticism, and they have unique and special feelings about the same things.

Edward had no authority over fate, and at best he was just an observer. Although the Decayed King saw the True Creator for the first time, he saw that He had only one future—becoming God. This future was like a huge black shadow, like a human standing behind an ant, swallowing up all the possibilities of the True Creator, making Him look like a secret puppet—but this did not prevent him from treating the True Creator as an independent individual, after all, their personalities were very different. It was like a caterpillar that lacked metamorphosis, and it was never the same species as a butterfly.

But He was also curious about what the ancient sun god looked like in the eyes of Ouroboros.

"Just returned to the original state?"

Edward asked as if he didn't care.

"Can you really accept this? From the ancient sun god to the true creator to God, can you really think that they are all the same? Without any thought or resentment, you just think that they are just like this?"

After a few seconds, Ouroboros answered Him again:
"Fate can only have one outcome."

"I was also angry and confused about the future of Medici's death, but when I tried to change it, I realized that it was also the Lord's expectation. The Lord expected a cruel future, and the Lord wanted to sacrifice His angels, and I was powerless."

The resurrection of the divinity of the ancient sun god in Adam naturally means that Adam has taken on the fate. In the eyes of Ouroboros, although it is still a little worse than the real creator, it is also a weak claim. Before it is impossible to see clearly whether it is humanity or divinity in the end, before reaching the critical time node, not making a blind choice can also be regarded as a unique way of drifting in the path of fate.

Edward found Ouroboros's words a little unbelievable, but having seen so many strange people and things, he was not surprised.

"Then why did you want to join Redemption Rose in the first place?"

"Shouldn't you refuse if the man who will eventually become God stabs himself to escape his fate?"

The Angel of Destiny briefly fell into memories, and that past seemed to remind Him that His fate was unchangeable. Betrayal and killing had stained the body of the Serpent of Destiny with blood. After that, He chose the imperfect and crazy True Creator over the perfect Adam.

“Because… that was also an attempt of mine.”

Ouroboros calmly recalled the past, not denying it, as if it was just a reckless act of ignorance and childishness, not worth mentioning:
"The result of trying is failure. It is fate and destiny."

The true creator went mad, but the fate of becoming God still loomed over Him, and the shadow of that fate never went away.

This act even gave birth to another puppet of God. Whether it was true or false, the former "angel of fantasy" died, leaving only the divinity-filled Adam.

Fate has made so many sacrifices, but judging from the results, it was all in vain.

Afterwards, the devil reached a deal with his Lord. Ouroboros did not know the content of the deal. The only thing he could see was that God had never gone away - and now, the tiny ant in front of the shadow has completely disappeared, and the shadow has a body and a face.

This is indeed fate and it has never changed.

After a long silence, Edward laughed:
"But after what happened, you still tried to save Medici?"

Ouroboros slightly opened his eyes, and the silver-gray-haired child standing in the corner raised his head, turned his back to him and looked at the sky:
"Everything in the world has a price. By paying Medici, Alistair Tudor can gain the power to become a god. My attempt is to use other things as a substitute for Medici, but nothing else can pay for it."

Yet He did so, and then watched Medici go to his doomed death, like a wildfire suddenly extinguished by a rainstorm.

"However, according to your Lord's will, Medici was to die completely in that sacrifice."

"But He survived in a way beyond imagination, still able to speak, still able to defend Himself, still able to express disgust."

Edward looked down at his feet. A small team of patrolling low- and medium-sequence warriors were passing under the city wall. They had no reaction to the demons that appeared above them. "Medici should have died directly in Tudor's promotion ceremony. If he had died directly, there wouldn't have been so many problems. So do you think your master miscalculated, or that he was lucky, or that your master spared his life?"

Ouroboros remained silent.

He jumped down from the city wall and strolled into the Silver City.

Looking around, the ancient giant kingdom style is still preserved here. The walls of each household are solid and tall, like a small fortress. It seems that it is not only for these tall half-giants to live in, but also to prevent monsters from invading.

Many households have shields, knives, axes, swords and other weapons hanging on their walls. There is almost no wood in daily necessities, and they are often made of bones. Candles made of fat can not only be lit but also eaten in emergencies. The cups used for drinking water are like hollowed-out bones or horns.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Edward saw "a city-state that survived to this day in the God-forsaken land."

The church belonging to the Creator is still there, but the church of the "Fool" is also very lively, as if one symbolizes the past and the other represents the future.

People have not forgotten Him, nor have they forgotten their past faith, but they are looking forward to a future that will gradually get better.

The air was filled with the aroma of cooking mushrooms and the delicious taste of various meats. Everyone was eating a lot of food to keep their bodies in the best condition. The bravery and strength that existed under the joy and delicious food in Silver City really fit this concept. The only thing he was not used to was that the people here were too tall. He could usually use his height to gain some unnecessary pride outside, but here he was just the average height of a minor, and his vision would be blocked wherever he went.

"what."

Edward walked along several roads in Silver City for a while and found a small problem.

Ouroboros followed Him with his eyes closed and said nothing. When He stopped, he stopped too.

"What it is?"

The demon looked at a small bakery in the distance, where many people lined up to receive food, just like other food distribution points. What really caught Edward's attention was the strange black bread given by the bakers, which contained spirituality and curse. The dough they were kneading was also dark in color, which was not the effect of dyes, but the unique raw materials.

Black grass bread, as the traditional staple food of Silver City for thousands of years, still occupies the position of staple food even now when foreign food is widely praised. Before Silver City has normal soil that can be cultivated, nothing can shake the status of black grass.

After a brief pause, He walked over quickly.

He walked calmly to the first person in line and took the black bread that was originally intended for the first person in line.

The first person reached out and took the air. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly scratched his head in confusion.

Edward turned the black bread in his hand over and over, examining it for a while, broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth, feeling very delicate. Unlike the black bread baked with inferior coarse flour in the outside world, it was ground more finely, without any sundries such as bran and wood residue.

“What special crop is this?”

Edward ate half of the black bread in his hand, bit by bit, and then laughed:

"This crop comes with a special curse, which seems to curse the eater and his own blood relatives? Is this a curse of blood-killing?"

"It looks like an extraordinary plant. Yes, that's right. If it wasn't extraordinary, how could it survive in the environment of the God-Forsaken Land..." Edward broke off another small piece of bread and put it in his mouth to chew. "How could such an evil curse grow?"

"The Witch of Pain? Not like that either."

When it comes to growth, plants, and food, the "Farmer" approach is indeed the best.

However, a curse growing out of the ground is even more outrageous than meat growing out of a plant. And this bread seems to be a staple food, proving that this crop must be grown on a large scale... A curse that destroys families and kills people growing on a large scale? Does Silver City have so many people that can be consumed internally? The demon couldn't figure out what kind of stimulation this "farmer" had received during his lifetime to leave behind such a special curse.

He turned around and asked the boy who was following him from a distance: "Do you know? Ouroboros?"

Ouroboros did not answer.

Edward wasn't very curious about the answer.

……

The carriage drove into the Meige Manor, passed the fountain pool and small garden surrounded by the main house, and stopped outside the main gate.

As soon as Klein and his butler Walter got off the carriage, he saw Richardson, the manor steward, leading two rows of male and female servants standing by the door, waiting for their employer.

Compared to No. 160 Böklund Street, there are more servants here, all of whom are second-class or below, but there are many beautiful maids. Looking at Richardson, who was dressed neatly and looked brand new, and then at the maids who had been given normal jobs, shelter, and food and looked much more energetic than when they were first sent here, Klein smiled from the bottom of his heart and nodded:

"Well done."

Without waiting for Richardson to respond, he took off his hat and handed it along with his cane to his personal servant, Enuni, and asked directly:
"Is the sitting-room ready for the ladies to chat and play cards?"

"It's ready. Poker, tarot and some board games are here. Pianos, violins and other common musical instruments have also been moved in." Richardson answered smoothly.

Klein walked through the door and nodded slightly:

"Where's the smoking room for the gentlemen?"

"Like the ladies, they are all on the second floor of the main building, five rooms apart." Richardson gave the answer without being reminded by the servants in the manor, or even thinking about it.

——In order to ensure that the first hunting activity initiated by his employer would go smoothly, he took care of every little thing. Although he was physically exhausted, he was mentally excited.

Klein asked about the dinner and guest rooms and confirmed that everything was ready.

Today is the day when the wealthy Dwayne Dantes invites his friends to his estate for a banquet. Dwayne has mentioned this day repeatedly during social events. The venue, the Rosemont Manor, is also an old aristocratic business, so there won't be any doubts.

Before today, Klein had met with Qonas Kilger, who was probably the "Fallen Count," many times and had established a good relationship with him. Naturally, his name was also on the invitation list for this banquet.

He actively held hunting activities for only one main purpose, which was to hunt down the Major General Deputy Director of MI9.

Therefore, the other party's preferences are taken into consideration in all aspects.

However, Klein was not in a hurry to take action on this hunt because he did not have enough understanding of Qiunas Kilger, a man who hid the power of a demigod. He still had to wait for one gathering and one hunt to understand his behavior preferences, level of vigilance, and personal belongings.

As a "magician", Klein does not perform unprepared performances!
……

Tingen, the new headquarters of Blackthorn Security Company.

Leonard, who had been busy all day in his new jurisdiction, finally stopped.

After the previous incident of cleaning up the cultists, Leonard finally made up his mind and made it clear that he would give up continuing to perform tasks in the Red Gloves and become the captain of a local professional team. Others did not understand Leonard's choice, but Soest knew the reason. He approved Leonard's request and arranged for him to return to Tingen based on his experience and beliefs.

Leonard stretched and waved goodbye to the other players. On the way back to his residence, he had the opportunity to ask his own questions:
"Old man, what is 'Source Castle'?"

That was the term that Pales Zoroastrian suddenly uttered last night.

The slightly old voice in his mind was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Hey":

"The place where you gather every Monday is most likely Sefirah Castle."

"..." Leonard had never expected to hear such an answer. His mind went blank for a moment. He was surprised, shocked, and mixed with other complex emotions such as "it turns out there must be a reason for this. So this is how it is."

After a while, he asked in a low and hasty voice:
"What on earth is 'Source Castle'?"

Pales Zoroast said with a sigh and a self-deprecating smile:
"Actually, I'm not too sure, I just heard some rumors."

"That's not quite the same as the creation myth you know. According to the legend, the original creator left behind nine different things. Some of them are countries, some are cities, some are rivers, some are oceans, and some are keys. 'Source Castle' is one of them."

"It may not actually be a castle, but something else. You may know what it looks like better than me."

"The reason why I am sure it exists is because when I was promoted to an angel, I sensed it, but I couldn't see it or establish a connection with it."

"My great-grandfather once speculated that the nine things might be related to the 'source substance' recorded on the second 'blasphemous stone tablet'. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, he was only able to see a limited amount of content at that time and was unable to decipher the part related to the 'source substance'."

Leonard calmed down a lot, leaned back on the sofa, and asked thoughtfully:

"Old man, do you suspect that Mr. Fool is the incarnation of the Source?"

Based on what he had seen and heard at the Tarot Club and what old man Pales occasionally told him, he already had some understanding of some things about the divine hierarchy.

Pales Zoroast was silent for a long time before responding:
"Maybe……"

If the great being "The Fool" is an item, then it is understandable why Klein was able to appear on Sefirah Castle in a short time after Mr. "The Fool" responded to him. This may be the right to use it, or in other words, a part of the authority.

Leonard didn't know what "source" was. The old man didn't tell him, which meant he shouldn't know it now. Therefore, Leonard thought it was understandable to treat it as a unique activation, or a seal activation. However, some of the behaviors shown by Mr. Fool did not seem like "alive characteristics". This great being had many strange things, but was unexpectedly harmonious.

If it was really as he guessed, then there must be some deeper relationship between Mr. Fool and his former colleague Klein Moretti, and it might not be the relationship between a god and his followers.

But Leonard didn't dare to think about the specific relationship.

Even if it is a "living quality" in a certain sense, it is something that possesses the power and person of a god.

For example, the "Hidden Sage", "True Creator", and "Original Witch" are evil gods, but they are also gods. People just don't believe in them, but they will not deny their power and personality.

Don’t speculate about God.

Leonard's mind went blank for a moment, and then, having caught some of Leonard's thoughts, Pales hummed softly, expressing his approval of Leonard's gradually becoming cautious thoughts.

"Oh, you don't seem to know yet."

There was a hint of mockery and a sense of embarrassment in Palez's voice, and Leonard could also hear the emotion:

"There is no longer a god of steam and machinery."

"From now on, only the Hidden Sage will remain..."

Leonard, who had only heard about the disaster that happened in Intis, widened his eyes slightly. "Has the God of Steam and Machinery also lost his power and fallen? In this case, has the Hidden Sage become the new true god?"

Although it was incredible, Leonard quickly accepted the reality, because the changes in Intis this year were too numerous to keep up with. At the end of June, the Eternal Sun fell, and the True Creator claimed to be the Ancient Creator and became the new sun, and the undercurrents of various countries were turbulent. Unexpectedly, within two months, another righteous god of Intis, the God of Steam and Machinery, also fell, making the old secret existence Hidden Sage the new god.

"True God? Ha, at this rate of change, your existing order and concepts will soon be changed."

Pales said this as if jokingly.

It seems that my guess was not wrong... Although it is a somewhat hostile neighboring country, it is still a country made up of humans. Leonard recalled the various rumors about the large tsunami in Intis in recent days, and thought about the current situation of Intis with some sadness.

Then, Leonard suddenly slapped his head and thought of another thing.

The "Hermit" lady in the Tarot Club seems to be the "Admiral of the Stars", one of the pirate generals, and she belongs to the path of "Mysterious Peepers", an organization called "Moss Ascetic Order" that worships hidden sages!
Now the Hidden Sage has become a true god, which means—

——The Moss Ascetic Order has become a church? Now Ms. Hermit is also a member of the Orthodox Church?

TBC
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I've been a bit busy these past two days, so I'll consider it a success if I didn't take a day off.

(End of this chapter)