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

Chapter 397 Hidden danger

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Although he already had a relatively accurate guess about the sender, to be on the safe side, Klein still asked one more question before opening the letter:
"Who sent it?"

The four blond, red-eyed heads of Renette Tinicole said one after another:

"Dirty..." "Dark..." "Of..." "Container..."

This nickname... Klein was stunned when he heard it. For a moment, he couldn't immediately react and match the descriptions of Triss and the messenger.

But if you think about it carefully, this description is very apt.

As far as Klein knew, this witch who was renamed Triss Chick was likely one of the mediums for the awakening or advent of the Original.

In this case, it is not wrong to call it a "container".

Anyone who knows enough about the mysterious world knows that the "Original Witch" is an evil god, known as the "Final One" who ends everything. Her purpose is to create the end of the world and destroy everything. She also holds some authority over emotions and emotion-related desires. She is described as dirty and dark, which is not very appropriate, but understandable.

Similarly, dirty and dark can also describe Triss, who has been polluted to a certain extent by the evil god.

As expected of an angel, she actually dared to say this about the “Original Witch”... Klein secretly admired her and was about to unfold the letter to read it.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the messenger lady and said:

"How did the sender behave towards you?"

"She..." "Very..." "Scared..." Three of Renette Tinicole's heads spoke one after another, and the one who didn't get a turn could only simply open his mouth.

Klein's expression became slightly more serious, and he asked carefully:

"Did you mark her?"

The head of Renette Tinicole that had been unable to speak just now spoke first:
"No……"

The remaining three blond, red-eyed heads immediately added:
"Because..." "She..." "There is..."

“Original…” “Of…” “The aura…”

Klein was silent for a few seconds and nodded:
"I understand."

Seeing the messenger preparing to leave, Klein quickly said:

"Please tell Sharon and Maric that something big might happen in Backlund during this period of time. A strong man who looks like Zaratul has come to Backlund. Tell them to be careful and not even go to the Brave Bar."

"Zarath..."

This time, all four heads of Renette Tinicole spoke at the same time, and it seemed to take some effort to remember who it was.

“The leader of the secret society, an angel who once went crazy but is now normal again, is conservatively estimated to be Sequence One,” Klein added.

Renette Tinicole nodded and said nothing more. She was about to leave, but Klein said again, "I am about to do something. This thing is somewhat dangerous and I may need your help."

The four heads spoke one after another:

"This time..." "We must..." "Deal with..." "Who..."

So direct... Klein sighed and smiled:
"The King's Speech ceremony is in two days."

"I suspect this may be his initiation ritual, so I will try to sabotage George III's plot. I may need your help at the critical moment."

The four blond, red-eyed heads of Renette Tinicole immediately answered:

“This…” “Sounds…” “Very…” “Dangerous…”

"It will take..." "A lot..." "The reward..."

"What do you need?" Klein had long guessed that this kind of thing could not be solved with gold pounds.

Renette Tinicole thought for several seconds, and the head that had not spoken in the second round slowly opened its mouth and said, "Amulet..."

…Klein forced a smile and said:
"Is that the 'reappearance of yesterday' charm that was sent with the letter?"

The principle of this spell is that the "Ancient Scholar" gains power from history, uses the spell to gain power from his past self, and takes over the Sefirah Castle, which can restore the angels to their best moments in the past... Oh, yes, I can also use this spell to seduce Will and Pales Zoroast, and give them a few more, so that they can also have more self-protection ability. Whether Will is willing to come or not, I have to ask...

"no problem."

He nodded and agreed:
"But I also need to save my strength for this matter, so I may not be able to give you too much."

One reason was that he had not separated the "Spirit Bugs" much recently. Having just been promoted, he had sufficient spirituality and was able to allocate a lot of reserves. It was far from the time when he needed to rest. The second reason was that he felt that even so, he could not give too much at once. He still needed to accumulate strength and prepare for action.

"Yes..." "Three..."

Three. Klein's forehead twitched as he recalled the soul-tearing pain he felt when he killed the Soul Bug. He forced a smile and said,
"it is good."

"I'll try to give it to you tomorrow."

Renette Tinicole's four heads moved up and down using their pulled hair to indicate that there was no problem.

Klein immediately wrote a short message to Leonard and Pales Zoroast, then picked up another gold coin:
"Put it in the mailbox at 17 Zouteland Street, Tingen."

He had done some divination before and found out that Leonard had left Backlund at some point and returned to Tingen to become the captain of a Beyonder team. He also lived on the street where the newly built "Blackthorn Security Company" was located.

Leonard didn’t even tell me… Klein had the urge to sigh. They still trusted and cared about each other, but a deep chasm had secretly emerged between the followers of The Fool and the official Beyonders of the Church of Evernight.

Renette Tinicole raised her head and bit the letter and gold coins gently with her teeth.

After watching the messenger lady step into the void and leave here, he unfolded the paper and quickly read through Triss's letter.

Providing information about the White Saint Katarina, suggesting that I could cooperate and reduce the opponent's combat power before the destruction began? ... Isn't this exactly what I want to do... Klein's eyes flickered a few times, and he immediately found a mass of black paste.

Then, he transformed into German Sparrow and smeared the substance evenly on a small mirror in the room.

But he waited patiently for nearly ten minutes until the black, paste-like substance evaporated without leaving any residue. Klein was also unable to contact the witch Triss.

As expected, Triss, who had been contaminated to a certain extent by the "Original Witch", recognized the level of the messenger lady and was frightened by the angel who delivered the letter... In the short term, she might not contact Gehrman Sparrow... Oh, if I had known that the messenger lady was an angel in a special state, I would definitely not let her appear in front of Triss, or tell her that if a witch summoned her, she could send the person and the letter together... Klein sighed silently a few times and could only say that this was really unlucky.

But the information had already been delivered. After a brief thought, Klein began to arrange the ceremony, preparing to sacrifice the letter to the "Angel of War."

……

"Your Excellency, Archon."

"The Angel of Temperance."

Azik Eggers immediately identified the owner and location of the voice. He put down the pen in his hand and looked indifferently at the distant sky. He saw a figure slowly appearing there with his feet on the balcony railing.

Richard left the spirit world, landed lightly on the ground, and asked directly:

"Did the God of Death allow you to go to the Northern Continent to stop King Rune's ceremony?"

Hearing this, Azik subconsciously glanced into the distance. In his field of vision, the looming black fog still enveloped the coastline of the southern continent. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and reminded:
"Yes, don't mention this matter outside the Southern Continent."

"My Father God has given me the authority to handle this matter."

"Then High Priest Haitel?" "He will go with me." Azik nodded slightly, as if he read Richard's doubts, and added, "It won't be long. Father God will temporarily protect Balam and the Southern Continent on our behalf."

“Oh, thank Him.”

Richard pretended to ask, "Sir, can you tell me who is secretly gathering people to sabotage the ceremony? I hope my actions can deal a blow to the Northern Continent and King Loen, rather than becoming a game for some great beings."

Azik's eyes wandered for a moment, then he cleared his throat and said seriously:
"This is a proposal from someone I trust."

"Appreciate further details?"

"He is also a follower of a secret existence, but please believe that his actions are purely out of his own sense of justice, not the instructions of the secret existence."

Richard was not satisfied with this answer. "Who knows if it was directed? After all, there are countless ways in this world to make people have ideas that are not their own, and the person himself is completely unaware of it. You and I can do it."

As if to demonstrate, Richard raised one hand, drawing Azik's attention, and then snapped his fingers lightly.

"excuse me."

This crisp sound was like a switch, and Azik's mind suddenly had a large number of crazy, chaotic memories and consciousnesses - like the memory of his own participation in human sacrifice, and like the crazy blood sacrifice of the Rose School. Azik's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, but before he could be affected, these consciousnesses were easily suppressed in the blink of an eye, and there was nothing in Azik's mind that shouldn't be there.

Azik was stunned for two seconds, then took a deep breath, clearing away all the chaotic spirituality and self-consciousness.

As an angel from the same camp, Richard certainly couldn't really attack Azik. He crossed his arms and said casually:
"I will definitely do my best. I don't want to work so hard to finish my job, and then someone suddenly pops up and says thank you for everyone's efforts and that my Lord's goal has been achieved. If I do that, I will immediately go into an extremely manic state of indulgence."

Azik's mind flashed with the image of Klein the Fool giving him an oracle. He thought to himself, no, absolutely not, definitely not. How could Klein instruct himself? But he still had to maintain a serious attitude and persuaded meaningfully:
"That hidden being disdains to do so."

"Disdain..." Richard frowned. He knew such an existence and trusted this statement a little more.

Balam's Archon, the son of the God of Death, was secretly colluding with another secret existence? Was this also the will of the God of Death? A hidden ally? Richard thought of many things in an instant.

And Azik didn't say anything more. The less he said, the more he could help Klein maintain his mystery.

About half a minute later, Richard asked, "Activity time?"

Azik shook a copy of the Backlund Daily that his men had offered as sacrifice.

"Less than sixty hours."

……

"Sir Zaratul, you have been staying in Backlund. Have you found what you were looking for?"

Deep in the Sodlak Palace, on the shadow-covered throne, George III's voice came lazily, with a magic that twisted people's hearts.

The secret doll in the corner of the palace changed into the appearance of Zaratul. The old man with a hood covering his face, revealing a large white beard, chuckled twice and said self-deprecatingly:
"I am unlucky. When I was in Intis, my goal was in Loen. After I arrived in Loen, my goal shifted to Intis."

"Perhaps the protection of the Creator is the greatest luck and the guidance of fate. I cannot compare with it."

He lowered his voice and gesture, but George III on the throne still fell silent. The air pressure in the palace seemed to drop in an instant. Zaratul closed his eyes and hid in the shadows silently. He was not bold enough to peek at the throne.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Spirituality outlines an overwhelming shadow, and a golden lamp is at the hand of the throne, as if it is a plaything that the king can't let go of.

The shadow slowly enveloped them like the sea, and Zaratul's location suddenly turned into an isolated island in the center of the shadow.

"No matter what, you are now considered my Favored One, and you can even say you are the Favored One of the God of Thunder and the Lord of Truth. Do you think that this favor is not as good as that of the True Creator?"

Zaratul felt a little depressed, but fortunately the Marionette did not feel breathless. He just felt that his body became heavy, and the spiritual thread and limbs seemed to be tilted in strange directions. He lowered his head and whispered:
"Don't dare."

"No problem." The increasingly moody king smiled again. "Fate will prove to be on your side, because -"

The future Black Emperor laughed softly a few times, stroking the "Wishing Lamp" that looked like it was made of gold. He was confident that fate and victory were on his side, so he was very proud and smiled without saying a word.

Sure enough, something was wrong. How could an ordinary toy be so loved by the one who was about to become the "Black Emperor"? And the "Black Emperor" seemed to be completely unaware that his love for this "sealed object" and "artifact" was a little beyond common sense... It was precisely for this reason that the God of Thunder gave me a separate oracle, asking me to investigate and be vigilant about this sealed object... Zaratul's beard trembled twice, and he didn't dare to say what was in his heart.

The original George III was simply arrogant, but he also had the capital to be arrogant to a certain extent.

He was able to mediate with the three major churches in his country for so long, and also got the support of the one in the "Twilight Hermit Order". He was only one step away from success. Of course, he was scheming and cruel enough.

but now……

Zaratul couldn't explain the feeling, but his spirituality told him that George III seemed to be affected by something, becoming moody and a little strange, and this might not be the distortion brought about by the "Black Emperor" path.

There is definitely something wrong with this "Wishing Magic Lamp" that has never been obtained by any organization!
"My minister retire."

“He” remained calm, lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a submissive manner. His posture and self-proclaimed title made the king very satisfied. George III waved his hand casually, and Zaratul immediately withdrew his consciousness from the current secret doll and transferred it to the other secret dolls in Backlund.

With His departure, silence returned to Sodrak Palace.

Occasionally, low laughter and voices could be heard from the depths of the dark palace, as if someone was talking to the air.

……

The next morning.

Klein got up on time, washed up, and prepared to start the day.

There is no noteworthy intelligence in today's daily report, it is just a warm-up for the upcoming event.

When Klein went out, he found that the streets were obviously much busier and Backlund seemed to be in a more excited state.

First, there were more people, and second, the frequency of mentioning the country and the king in the conversation had obviously increased. With his demigod hearing, Klein easily identified several spies who were spreading the title of "His Majesty the Emperor" among the crowd.

Some are ordinary people, and some are low-sequence extraordinary people, who should be from Military Intelligence Department 9 or the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"The Black Emperor's influence on the people? He hasn't become the emperor yet, he's still just a prince... Can he already mobilize people's emotions through newspapers?" Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. "Is it through information dissemination media? Newspapers, radio, magazines... He secretly calls himself the emperor, and those who accept this title may be influenced by him..."

Even his own servants showed varying degrees of fanaticism. Overall, the butler Walter was the calmest. This was probably because the third prince, who had once been kind to him, had become a political victim, and he consciously resisted political incitement.

Klein said nothing and got on the carriage as ordered. He planned to go to the charity organization to check on its work during this period. Then, he would pray at St. Samuel Church near noon, listen to Bishop Elektra's sermon, and invite her to have lunch together.

On the way, Klein glanced out the window for some unknown reason.

Just at this moment, a breeze lifted a corner of the gauze curtain of the carriage, and his eyes passed through the carriage window and saw the street.

He saw an unremarkable old man with a white beard, wearing an old cloak and leaning on a cane, standing under a street lamp to rest.

There were three or two crows perched on the street lamp, constantly scanning the surroundings.

Looking from a distance, the number of crows is far more than that. It can be said that there is almost one on every high point in this block!
Cold sweat almost broke out on Klein's back. He immediately retracted his gaze and stared at the decoration inside the carriage in a daze, meditating continuously and excluding all the emotions just now.

Crows do not have white rings around their eyes.

Zaratul!
TBC
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Double more successful.

(End of this chapter)