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

Chapter 396 Two Days
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To stop George III's ritual, the forces I can contact include Mr. Azik, the "Angel of War" Medici, Miss Messenger, who is not sure whether she is willing to take action, and the witch Triss who bears a grudge against George III...

She is determined to take revenge. If she is still paying attention to this matter, she will definitely take the initiative to find a way to contact me.

But the key point is that Klein doesn't think he can trust the witch Triss, or he can only trust Triss's hatred for George III. Apart from that, what Klein wants most is to find her, eliminate her, and make up for the mistake of letting her go in order to use her.

She is far less valuable than the danger she may cause.

What’s more, the other party’s name now contains “Chik”!
Three days later? If we just want to disrupt the ritual, the two angels, Triss, and myself should be enough.

The biggest danger lies with the God of Thunder and George III himself... I don't know if George III can spare his hands during the promotion ceremony, but as long as the God of Thunder waves his hand, no matter how many angels come, it will be useless.

Klein put down the newspaper and walked towards his guests with an unchanged smile.

Sure enough, the guests gradually saw the newspaper and began to discuss this upcoming big event with great interest.

"Everyone, are you looking forward to it?"

Dawn picked up a glass of fresh orange juice, sat down at the men's table, and joined the guests' conversation with a smile.

Enyuni, his valet, brought him food, spreading butter on white bread.

Several gentlemen were discussing whether the sudden disappearance of Admiral Qonas was related to the King's early ceremony, but they did not know that Admiral Qonas, who had been missing for two days, was less than two meters away from them at this moment - in Enuni's belly.

"Yes! His Majesty the King will use the power of the gods to repair the city, restore the precious buildings that were destroyed in the attack, and allow everyone to learn knowledge of the mysticism. This is something worth looking forward to!" said a young gentleman excitedly.

If only the mid- and low-sequence Beyonders were made public, and the method of acting was not made public, then the screening would begin from the moment one became a Beyonder. But if the method of acting was made public or implied, everyone would be able to remain stable and digest the potion, and the competition for promotion would become fierce. Humans would become carriers of Beyonder characteristics instead of people... Klein shook his head slightly in his heart, and the smile on his face became a little lighter.

He believed that King George III and the church should have a contingency plan, such as only giving low-sequence potions and requiring people to join the church. These were not things he would worry about - unless those bigwigs were completely unprepared.

"I look forward to the moment when His Majesty the King unveils the new era."

Congressman Macht was also discussing the issue with great interest, but compared to the young men, women and children who wanted to become Extraordinary People, he seemed more reserved and calm: "What I am more concerned about is what kind of changes these incredible powers will bring to air pollution control."

The others were immediately fired up. Dawn kept smiling and cut the breakfast on the plate gracefully, occasionally joining in the conversation and answering a few questions.

He saw that Rune had been suppressed for almost a year and needed a big event to enhance their collective sense of honor and let them release their depression. George III's speech was the inspiring event they were eagerly waiting for.

But this time they are probably destined to be disappointed.

Klein hardened his heart and finished his delicious breakfast calmly.

The sun was warm in the morning, and after dinner, it was another long leisure and relaxation time. The guests dispersed in twos and threes, some went back to their rooms to rest, some went to the lounge to play cards and chat, and some went for a walk in the manor. As the host, Dawn had to arrange everyone in place.

Time passed quickly until after lunch. Klein quickly found an excuse to take a nap and declined the invitation to go horseback riding. He yawned and returned to his bedroom.

After resting for a while, Klein sat down at the table and began to think about Triss.

"Since Triss would target Viscount Stratford, she must have guessed something about George III. As an eyewitness, she probably doesn't need me to explain the details to her again."

"She doesn't trust me, and I want to catch her, too. In order to prevent herself from being exposed, she will definitely give me the news only during the final confirmation phase before the action. Now is almost the time, and she may have already considered contacting me."

After thinking for a while, Klein slowly relaxed, got up, washed up, and lay down in bed.

When it comes to the matter of George III, Triss seems to be more motivated than himself, so he can wait and see if she has any plans or new preparations for what will happen three days later.

……

"First of all, congratulations on successfully becoming Sequence 5."

Richard smiled at Audrey in the mirror, then asked with one hand on his cheek, "I remember that the Sequence 5 of Audience is called Dream Walker. Now there are only ordinary people's dreams in Backlund. I can provide you with the dreams of middle-sequence Beyonders. I wonder if it will help your performance?"

Audrey's heart leaped with joy, and she nodded after thinking for a while: "Thank you, I think it should be helpful."

"Well, it just so happens that we are about to have a concentrated outbreak of mental illness here. It has been more than three months, and there are many people who can't control themselves. We are in great need of various doctors to help us."

"Do I need to go over and help?" Of course, it is best for doctors to see patients face to face. No matter how much she wants to, she can't ask Richard to bring the patient to the mirror every time, so Audrey hesitated and said, "I'm afraid I still can't go out recently."

"You don't need to go out."

Richard opened a drawer and took out a palm-sized rag doll with only limbs but no facial features. He placed it on the table facing Audrey, who was very interested because her dressing table in the bathroom had no drawers:

"You can come to us through this and attach your soul to it. This way you can move like a normal person and display extraordinary abilities."

So magical... Audrey looked at the plain rag doll for a few more seconds, imagining what a rag doll that looked like herself would look like.

"Of course, there is also custom-made business."

Richard dug out a sewing kit from somewhere and slowly threaded the needle with black thread: "Of course you need to disguise yourself. What kind of appearance do you want to show up in the southern continent? This doll is for you. It's free. You have to pay more for the doctor."

"Can you customize the appearance according to my ideas?"

Audrey was a little excited. She said excuse me in a hurry and then used psychological invisibility to slip out of the bathroom.

She ran back to the bedroom under Anne's nose and dug out her childhood dolls from the storage room. She first took out the platinum evening gown from her favorite doll, but put it down regretfully, thinking that a doctor could not dress like that. After some searching, she took off a simple light-colored long dress with no patterns from a doll and put on the doctor's white coat.

Audrey returned to the bathroom and placed the doll's clothes on the dresser. "Excuse me, is this okay?"

Richard glanced at it and said with a half-smile:

"You want to wear white? That's fine too."

The psychologist realized something, but still couldn't give up his yearning for professional attire, so he nodded.

"In the Southern Continent, you'd better not have a face that is too Northern Continent, but if you aspire to be a person without borders, it doesn't matter."

"Just as you say."

Richard slowly sewed the facial features of the plain cloth doll in his hand, and used colored threads to embroider the eyes and hairline, his movements as skillful as a senior tailor. At Audrey's request, a cloth doll with orange-red hair, blue eyes, soft and ordinary facial features, and some small freckles on the face was gradually completed. Richard pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the doll a few times, adding some sewing skills and a deformation curse, and the cute temporary container was completed, which Audrey liked very much.

Richard tied a knot, bit the string, and asked:

"Are you going to start working today? Just two hours at a time. I suggest you go to their dreams for treatment, so that you can digest the potion better. I will send someone to protect you and prevent you from being affected by their emotions." Audrey, who had been to the southern continent many times in the form of a soul, was still a little excited when she heard this. She quickly glanced at the time and said:

"Can you let me get used to it first? Just one hour."

Richard used actions instead of words. He stretched out his hand and Audrey felt herself soaring into the air again, flying towards the mirror. Just like passing through a door, after a brief spiritual journey, she suddenly fell down and fell into a container.

The things in front of her eyes gradually became clear. Audrey blinked, tried to turn her neck, and clenched her fists.

After a brief period of adjustment, she quickly got the hang of her new body. Audrey stood up unsteadily, took a few steps in the crowded room, and came to the mirror.

The person in the mirror was not the blonde, green-eyed Audrey Hall, but a young woman with slightly frizzy orange hair and blue eyes like the sky. The person in the mirror was obviously from the South Continent, in her twenties, with a capable temperament, and her long hair was braided into a pigtail behind her.

Audrey turned back and forth in front of the mirror, feeling extremely curious about how she had suddenly grown taller.

Then she looked at her body. Although it was a rag doll, it felt just like a real person.

"Have you adapted? If you have, then let's go."

Richard left the study, and Audrey followed him out. The light clothes and flat boots made her feel different and relaxed. Pushing the door open, Audrey's eyes froze. She saw the puppet demigod who was always hostile to her. The demigod, wearing a black robe and a wooden mask with red patterns on his face, came to report. Seeing Audrey following behind Richard, he also showed a hint of curiosity.

It was just curiosity. Audrey, who had changed her face into that of a person from the southern continent, did not feel any hostility from the other party.

“You’re here, Tawfik.”

Richard greeted her, then pushed Audrey behind him forward and said with a smile:

"What a coincidence! This person is someone I recruited from the Psychological Alchemy Society. She is a Sequence 5 doctor. However, she is still in her internship and can change jobs at any time. You can take her to get familiar with the patients according to the hospital's condition statistics."

Tawfik looked at Audrey again: "Doctor?"

The girl is young, has a good temperament, and is wearing a white coat. She looks experienced.

Audrey observed the other person's body movements. The "prisoner" approach was good at hiding one's emotions and thoughts, so it was a little difficult to read the other person's emotions, but Audrey clearly felt the other person's welcome and expectation for her. This was something she had never experienced before.

Meeting the same person in different identities is such a wonderful feeling... Audrey was a little excited. She felt that she could understand why people in novels always liked to use various fake identities. The demigod in front of her, named Tawfik, was obviously more kind to the people of the Southern Continent. Thinking of this, she restrained her impulse to follow the etiquette of the Northern Continent, walked up to him openly, and performed a simple salute according to the movements Richard had taught her:
"Nice to meet you, my name is... Letty Orr."

"Welcome, Miss Orr."

As Audrey had expected, Towfik's tone and expression softened significantly, without much of the arrogance of a demigod.

Facing such a young Sequence 5 girl who could knock on the door to divinity at any time, he, who became a demigod at almost a hundred years old, really had no right to be arrogant.

"You two should get along well, Tawfik. Don't scare people or use your status to bully others. Letty, if he bullies you, you can always complain to me." Richard smiled and waved goodbye. "Then I'll go to Balam and have a chat with the Archon."

"Why do you say that, Chief..."

Tawfik muttered quietly. He obviously would not associate the young woman in front of him with the blonde noble girl who appeared from time to time. After watching Richard enter the spirit world, he cleared his throat, but still asked in a friendly manner:
"Miss Orr, do you want to go to the hospital for ordinary people first, or the hospital for extraordinary people?"

Audrey did not forget that she was here to intern and digest the potion, so she smiled and said, "Is there a patient I can help?"

"Well, as for the hospital for civilians, there aren't many people here right now, but there are some victims of extraordinary powers who need to be comforted."

Tawfik did not hide the truth from her. He took out a report from his bosom and read a few random sentences. "After the leader announced the restraint, everyone tried to control themselves, but they still couldn't stop the indulgence they had developed over the years. There were cases of Beyonders injuring people in various places. For example, people were suddenly bitten to death by werewolves, strangled to death by zombies, and their entire families' souls were eaten by resentful spirits. Or, people were passionately hurt and violated others because of their strong desires... and you are going to treat these civilians."

Audrey was thankful that her doll's body couldn't sweat, otherwise her hands would have been covered in cold sweat.

"Thank you for your detailed information." Audrey said politely, "What about the Beyonders who need treatment?"

"Then there are the werewolves that suddenly bite people, the zombies that kill people, and the vengeful spirits that are addicted to human souls."

Audrey frowned slightly: "...Isn't it the death penalty?"

She felt a little disappointed, but that was understandable. Extraordinary people have privileges, and as expected, favoritism exists everywhere...

Tawfik shrugged. "The leader supports revenge to a certain extent, but if He keeps killing us, we will be left with no one. So the leader decided to send them to labor reform. You cure their mental illness first, then we will deprive them of their extraordinary abilities and arrange for them to participate in production activities. After they have served for a sufficient number of years, we will execute them. This period of time will be enough time to train new people."

"?"

Audrey felt that her mind was a little confused: "What about the demigod?"

"Demigods also have to serve in prison." Tawfik sighed. "For example, I still have 4 years to live. If I commit a crime, those below Sequence 20 will serve years in prison and then be executed. In my case, I will have to serve years in prison, and the sentence will be increased proportionally."

The demigod even increased the punishment at his discretion... Audrey almost couldn't control her expression and almost burst out laughing.

"I understand, thank you."

Her bad mood was greatly relieved by this little episode, and she took the initiative to say, "Please take me to a hospital that caters to civilians."

"Perhaps... ordinary people need more help than extraordinary people."

……

One day later, Backlund, Böklund Street.

After returning to his residence, Klein sighed deeply, feeling like he was back home.

Then, he had an idea, and the four-headed Renette Tinicole walked out of the void, bringing a letter.

Whose is this? Klein reached out to take it, and then a picture flashed through his mind—a graceful woman standing in the dark sewer like a pitch-black flower.

Triss's letter...it turns out that she has been paying attention to this matter.

Klein exhaled lightly and took the letter.

TBC
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