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

Chapter 394 Abundance
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Balanca, who was entertaining himself, was suddenly inspired to feel a powerful aura approaching him from the spiritual world.

He suddenly looked up at the sky above him, and a big fish hit him in the face.

Then, a small bag of gray sea salt crystals mixed with seabed mud, a small bag of tobacco, and a mess of dried fish and seafood fell down with a crackling sound, instantly burying Him in a pile of miscellaneous items filled with the smell of sea water and fish.

Richard jumped down from the spiritual world gate in midair, took out a piece of pickled dried fish from the groceries and threw it into his mouth. While tasting the bitter dried fish made from inferior sea salt, he crushed the sand and stones with his teeth.

Barranca picked some seafood out of a pile of groceries, spat out the coarse salt in his mouth, and asked, "Did you just come back from collecting junk at the beach?"

"Don't say that. This is what they usually eat. But now they don't even have this to eat."

Richard picked up the dried fish in his hand and said, "There are no fish in the port now. Does our national economy really have to rely on the Transfiguration Curse?"

"...Not really. We still have many Beyonders who can work. We can just let the zombies and wraiths till the land day and night. I've also thought of a job for the werewolves these days. During the full moon, they have enough energy to pull the plow and push the mill. Don't you think it's perfect?"

"What a genius idea! But won't we still have to rely on the Transfiguration Curse in the short term?"

Barranca hesitated and said, "Yes, this is the painful period, but our population is not large. If we persist for half a year, the first batch of increased crops can be harvested, and the situation will get better."

The economy is impractical, and transporting food from other places is even more impractical - there is nothing to eat in other places, and high-yield wheat takes several months to grow. Even the Rose School's best trick of resurrecting people cannot meet the needs of all the population in the country.

The Angel of Temperance looked around, but did not see the Bound God, nor did he sense his spirituality:
“God is not here?”

"He said he wanted to check out other places to see if there was anything to do."

"Oh, you are indeed an ancient ascetic."

Richard finished eating the dried fish while thinking, and suddenly reached out and patted Barranca on the shoulder:

"I have another idea. Wait, I'm going on a business trip these days, and I'm going to buy some food invented by Frank at sea."

Barranca's eyes widened, and a long list of shocking plants and foods, as well as the very fragrant and delicious apple chicken, flashed through his mind:

"You mean that Frank?"

"Yes, now the Star Pirates are considered an official organization of Intis. I don't know whether it will become a fleet prototype or a national privateer in the future. Now that Frank's patent has not been bound by Intis, I will go buy some things."

The Curse King hesitated for a second and nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"By the way, don't you think Frank's imagination and creativity are incredible? Aren't you worried that if he continues to advance like this and becomes a demigod, he will create more terrifying things?"

Richard patted Barranca's shoulder again:

"Don't make these unnecessary guesses. There's no need to scare yourself."

"Frank is a good man with a kind heart. Although his works are weird, they are indeed top-notch designs that can fundamentally change people's lives. If his fundamental goal is to make people's lives better, there is no need to be afraid of him."

“I’m afraid people won’t be able to accept it.”

"Then educate him." Richard looked into the eyes of the Curse King. "Are we going to use him while being afraid of him?"

"This is not considered exploitation." Baranca argued, then nodded uncomfortably, "Well, Roselle once said that cursing the cook after a meal is immoral. Although He is indeed morally corrupt, sometimes what He says makes sense. I will first do some psychological work for the residents, but please try to bring back some normal things..."

"Like beef-flavored mashed potatoes that multiply automatically when you add water?"

"…If I leave it alone, will it continue to increase?"

Barranca imagined the mashed potatoes growing larger and larger until they flooded the entire city, and he even felt a little excited.

"No, Frank said that the maximum number of proliferation is only eight. He wants to adjust it to the maximum number of cell divisions of cattle, but he has not succeeded so far. I have also persuaded him that if it multiplies by 2 thirty times, it will be a terrible disaster, so he now plans to try to adjust it to twenty times."

"I think eight times is pretty scary now." Barranca was a little envious of the endless mashed potatoes, but still said, "Forget it, this is also good. We are not rich enough to have endless food."

After he said this, he didn't get a response from his companion for several seconds. He suddenly had a bad feeling and turned around quickly. He saw Richard flipping through the file that was originally placed next to him with a very subtle expression.

The Curse King immediately felt bad. When Richard came in, he had just finished dealing with the part about the crime. However, he left many parts vague and put them at the bottom of the document when Richard was not paying attention. In the end, they were still discovered.

"There are still so many people who can't control themselves. Is it so difficult not to do bad things?"

Richard waved his hand, and the seals in the drawer flew out automatically. He stamped them all and executed them immediately. Then he looked at Baranca with a smile: "Why are there several people who broke the law knowingly, committed crimes with extraordinary abilities, hit and run, and covered up their crimes but have not been properly dealt with? Baranca, we have known each other for so long, I believe in your ability, don't they have the ability to bribe you?"

"...No." The Curse King sighed, "You killed too many people in the past few months. You were totally indiscriminate. After a month of restraint, they couldn't control themselves. Most importantly, more than one demigod pleaded for them, saying that they had all participated in the battle against the Northern Continent Army and hoped that their sentences could be reduced. If they keep killing like this, we won't be able to keep up with the speed of training new people."

"They're going crazy after just one month of abstinence. Who told them to be so indulgent before?"

Richard sneered and threw the file back, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes: "Do they really think that I am so short of people that my country will be destroyed without them? Then teach these demigods a lesson as well, good brother. I believe in you."

"But our system and punishment methods must be changed."

"It's okay to change it, but it can't be changed like this. Do they want low-sequences to be equal to low-sequences, middle-sequences to be equal to middle-sequences, and the law not to punish high-sequences? Then why not just not make laws? What do I need them for?" Richard sneered. "High-sequences live longer and have better physiques, so the punishment should be increased as appropriate."

"But you have to understand one thing. Among the people in the Rose School who have survived to this day and have reached the middle and high sequences, there are no clean people like you and I want. All we can do is offset our merits and demerits. They are crazy and cruel, but they are also compatriots who have fought together."

"Of course I know, but the people they are bullying now are our former compatriots. Not to mention that we are not safe yet, if we start to indulge ourselves just because we are safe, we will be no different from those people in the Northern Continent."

The Curse King shook his head. He knew that the other party had a point and he also knew where he stood. He took the file and asked:
"How much do you want to repair it? Separate the limbs, cut into pieces, or extract the soul and torture it?"

"Isn't this a bit cruel? We are already moving towards a new era. We shouldn't always keep the lynching of the past. We should use labor reform on them, directly use curses to deprive them of their divine seal and extraordinary power and throw them to farm. Anyway, they have good physical fitness, and it shouldn't be a problem for them to reclaim hundreds of acres of wasteland a day." Richard waved his hand, "That's it, I'm leaving first."

"See you later."

Balanca also waved his hand: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the little audience member you are following is now Sequence 5."

"Oh?" Richard stopped teleporting and smiled slightly. "That's a good thing. If there is an audience to help us treat the addiction and psychological problems caused by indulgence, I won't have to kill so many people."

"But her family seems to be having some difficulties recently."

Barranca said, "I'm not familiar with her, so pay attention to her if you have time."

Richard thought about it, and the colors around him continued to become brighter. He once again entered the spiritual world and replied:
"I will."

By noon, it was time to collect daily food rations in Silver City.

At this time, the city is filled with joy and hopeful laughter, and soon, the sweet aroma of food will fill the air.

The giants, with an average height of 1.8 meters for children and 2.2 meters for adults, crowded around the "Church of Fools" and the "Mushroom Distribution Center". But despite the large number of people, they all lined up in an orderly manner, and no one cut in line or rushed to the front.

Compared to the crowded "Church of Fools", the "Church of the Creator" that already existed in the City of Silver seemed much quieter.

Several months have passed, and there are still several people here praying silently, as if the lively scene outside has nothing to do with them.

Little Uno, with gray hair and blue eyes, who looked only two or three years old, sat in the first row.

Two meters in front of him were the pulpit and the cross. Like everyone else, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

Believers of the Creator still exist in Silver City. They also participate in some of The Fool's activities and pray for the people of Silver City to live a happier life. People are all compatriots and will not be hostile to others just because their beliefs have not changed. And the people of Silver City will not point fingers at them for not changing their beliefs. Most people praise the Creator and the Fool. The beliefs of the two are very harmoniously integrated in this small city-state.

If the Demon of Knowledge saw this scene, he would probably be shocked again, and would even think that he had strong evidence that God and Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun were clearly having an affair.

Colin Iliad and the Council of Six had a good talk with these absolutely devout believers. In the end, it was Chief Colin, who had the most prestige, who convinced them that "The Fool is the Lord's ally, who came to save the City of Silver on behalf of the Lord, and that following the Fool is the Lord's expectation, not forgetting or betraying him." It was with great difficulty that they were persuaded to accept the safe food that The Fool had taken great pains to send from the outside world.

Otherwise, if someone insists on eating monster meat for religious reasons and puts themselves in danger when they already have normal food and medicine, it would be a loss.

There was a man leaning against the wall outside the Creator Church. Edward did not go in. He was listening to the prayers of the people inside while fiddling with a special and ancient musical instrument in his arms.

He plucked several of the strings, producing a richly layered scale of notes.

"Sing the wrath, O gods.

Singing the wrath of the betrayed God,
His death brought about unprecedented disasters..."

Edward hummed a few lines, then took out his notebook and used a pencil to scribble on the lyrics and the corresponding musical notation:
"I should use a descending scale here, and add a semitone when ascending here... In addition to adjusting the timbre, the lyre and classical-style epic poems are a better match. I can't carry a harp with me everywhere I go."

After some modifications, He let go of the notebook, and it floated in the air, as if it had an invisible shelf.

"His death brought disaster upon us,
It brought disaster to all living things and humans on earth.

The world fell into eternal darkness,
The stars and the moon also disappeared.

Human corpses,
Eaten by wild beasts and monsters,

Abandoned, forgotten, ignored, and killed by the hands of loved ones,
Thus, it reflects the will of the Creator.”

Edward played and revised the first paragraph of the epic poem. He was writing songs and composing music for someone outside the Creator's church. God didn't seem to care much, and Ouroboros inside still closed his eyes and listened carefully.

“And before that…

There came light out of chaos,

The sky and the earth shook together.

The raging fire of war follows Him,
The kite of fate uses Him as a spool of string.

The blood of the ancient gods dyed the earth red, and then human cities rose up.
The stars once shone for Him,

The sun and moon are under his majesty,
All things flourish, civilization grows vigorously, and glory gathers here.

Thus proving the glory of His human life.”

When the last note fell, Edward reached out and pressed the strings, stopping the aftershocks of the strings and making the sound stop abruptly.

"I feel like I can't sing too much about a memory of God under His nose, or I'll be captured and turned into a lamb to write hymns and chorales and operas for another 100,000 years, which would be even more evil than the actual Creator."

It just so happened that I had only written two paragraphs. Edward put away the notebook in a good mood and sent Qin back to the past history.

During this time, Death also prayed to find Him to discuss business.

The other party felt the insecurity of the current world, and under a sense of urgency, he took the initiative to discuss whether the remaining "Pale Emperor" could be exchanged for him. But the Death God did not have enough chips in his hand, and the demon who advocated barter would not accept the other party's empty promise of "becoming a god first, then chopping off the God of War and using his "Hand of God" in exchange", so the transaction was unfortunately not completed.

Edward turned around and saw that the half-giants who were bustling about to receive food had basically dispersed. He curiously walked over and took a serious look at the Church of Fools in front of him for the first time. He also did not go in, but eavesdropped on the priest's sermon from outside.

The preacher was a young man, or boy, with blond hair who looked quite young.

Obviously, he was already very familiar with this matter, his expression and actions were very serious and upright, without any shyness at all.

"My Lord calls himself 'The Fool'. In the past, present, and future, he is the great ruler of the spirit world, the Yellow and Black King of good luck, and the beacon for every living being to pursue eternity."

"Our Lord resides above the physical and spiritual worlds, His mercy fills the heavens and the earth, and there are several angels standing beside His throne..."

"The 'Angel of Punishment' is the thunder of the Lord, the wrath of the Lord, the palm of the Lord, and the judge and executioner of all the fallen and unclean."

"The opposite of the 'Angel of Punishment' is the 'Angel of Plenty'. He is the symbol of life and the messenger of creation. He follows the oracle of the Lord and comes to bring us salvation."

There was no trace of guilt for lying on Derrick’s face, because although the Fool emphasized that Frank Lee was only a saint, his reputation in the City of Silver was so high that his promotion to an angel was almost what everyone in the God-forsaken Land wanted.

If an angel could be chosen by voting, everyone in Silver City and Moon City would vote for Abundance.

Thousands of miles away in the northern continent, Klein suddenly sneezed loudly, as if something very bad was about to happen.

TBC
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The Genie is on his way on horseback. (He's really coming.)

(End of this chapter)