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

Chapter 398 Tried and tested
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"Ok?"

The white-bearded old man who was resting with his eyes closed opened his eyelids slightly, and the crow on the street lamp also turned its head and looked into the distance.

Zaratul seemed to be still asleep, squinting his eyes as he basked in the sun by the roadside. At the same time, he slowly took out a red pendulum from his arms, suspended it in the air, and did a simple divination.

The pendulum was silent for a while, and then it slowly made a clockwise rotation as if under tremendous pressure.

Under George III's "laws", Zaratul could not use extraordinary abilities without authorization. Not only that, as time went on, all magic related to prophecy and divination was suppressed because the king did not want his deification ceremony to go wrong.

Even as a Sequence One, He could only receive vague revelations under the law.

"There seems to be something attracting me over there..."

Through the gap in the hood, the old and turbid eyes stared for a long time at the red pendulum that had stopped moving.

After a moment, Zaratul slowly put it away, picked up the cane, turned around, and slowly moved in the direction where Klein's carriage disappeared.

The crows in the sky flapped their wings, cried hoarsely, and flew up. Their black feathers fluttered down and fell on the shoulders of the pedestrians below, but the people just brushed the feathers off, oblivious to what was happening above.

……

"The digestion of my 'Trickster' potion mainly relies on intimidating the 'Original Witch', and the 'Original Witch' will definitely not tell anyone about this. Besides, I did not leave enough horror stories in Backlund."

"There are some rumors about the pirate hunting of Gehrman Sparrow at sea, but they are far from being as bizarre as they seem. Fors's horror novel is not finished yet, so he should not be able to find my location."

"That is to say, Zaratul was probably attracted here purely by the aggregation power of Sefirah Castle. Plus, I was promoted to Sequence 3 in Intis, right under the nose of the Red Angel, and Pallez Zoroast said he had a feeling. In summary, Zaratul should only be able to determine that I have been here before, but cannot confirm that I am still here..."

"He may have made some prophecies, but his status is not higher than Sefirah Castle, so he may not get a useful response."

"I'm not completely exposed yet!"

In a split second, Klein had already deduced all the possible scenarios in his mind. He quickly calmed down, controlled all the unnecessary nervous reactions in himself, and put on a relaxed expression that was consistent with his usual self.

But he also knew that his current thoughts were just a form of self-consolation. Even if he became an "ancient scholar" and could find many helpers, he still had no effective way to deal with Zaratul. Judging from the fact that Chounas Kilger was turned into a secret doll without any chance of fighting back, a complete Sequence One "Spirit Thread" was even more terrifying, and it would probably not take Zaratul much longer to control him!

Moreover, the further he went down the path of "Fortune Teller", the more Klein could appreciate how terrifying and difficult it was to kill Zaratul.

After stopping George III's ceremony, Klein decided to leave Backlund directly to give himself more time to grow.

The carriage traveled steadily for a distance. Through the window on the other side, Klein could already see the signs of the charity organization and charity hospital he sponsored. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help but sighed:
"I have treated people at the charity hospital using a paper stand-in and a life cane, and played the role of a scary angel."

"Since Zaratul has arrived here, it is impossible for him not to notice such obvious signs of the 'Strange Mage' digesting the potion!"

"If I enter the Charity Hospital or the Foundation now, will I run into one of Zaratul's secret puppets?"

Almost breaking out in a cold sweat, he knocked gently on the carriage door and asked in a normal tone:
"I suddenly remembered something. I might have to visit my neighbor. I have something to say to Mr. Allen Kress."

He wants to use the power of Will, the "Snake of Fate", to avoid Zaratul!
Klein held his breath and concentrated, but did not activate his spiritual vision. If the coachman said something he shouldn't say, or didn't stop the car and took him directly to the charity hospital, he would jump out of the car immediately and throw out everything related to the true creator in his hands!
Fortunately, what he worried about did not happen.

The coachman did not question his master's order. He immediately responded and took the reins to another road, heading to Dr. Allen Crais's home.

"It only takes a few minutes to get from here to Dr. Allen's house... I can't use any extraordinary abilities, and it's best not to do anything that might cause spiritual fluctuations to prevent Zaratul from noticing... I'm just someone who suddenly wants to visit a friend..."

There must be some kind of contract between Zaratul and George III. Even He cannot wantonly turn civilians into puppets!
Klein remained calm and meditated in the carriage. These few minutes were probably the most difficult time Klein had ever felt.

Fortunately, there were no setbacks along the way. Dwayne Dantes' carriage stopped at the door of Dr. Allen Kress's house.

The coachman opened the door for his master, and Enuni, the personal servant, got out first and informed the gardener who was cleaning the garden of Dr. Allen's house of the identity of the visitor. Dwayne Dantes followed closely behind. Soon, Dr. Allen's wife pushed the door open accompanied by the maid and greeted Dwayne with a smile:

"Welcome, our friend."

"Long time no see, ma'am." Dawn also smiled and took off his hat. Then he looked around and asked, "Is Alan not here?"

Their relationship was so good that they could call each other by their first names. Dawn had previously invited Dr. Allen to the Meige Manor, but unfortunately the doctor had several important surgeries to perform, so he could only decline the invitation with regret. Combined with his hunting of Qonas Kilger in the Meige Manor and contacting Mr. Azik, Klein once wondered if this was a choice Will made after predicting something.

"Alan went to the hospital." Mrs. Wilma smiled and moved aside, "Please come in. Did you enjoy your vacation at Meige Manor?"

“The environment of the manor is very nice. We enjoyed a wonderful life there for a week and even held a barbecue party.”

Mrs. Velma covered her lips with her hand: "It seems that we have lost a wonderful outing."

"There will be opportunities in the future."

After a few pleasantries, Klein made a gesture, and then miraculously took out a bottle of fine red wine produced by Meige Manor from the arms of his personal valet: "By the way, I brought a gift for Allen. It is a 20-year-old red wine produced by the manor. I originally planned to visit you as soon as I came back, but I was delayed for a day to handle business, and I forgot to make an appointment. Please don't mind my sudden visit."

"Nothing."

Mrs. Wilma thanked him cheerfully, took the wine and handed it to her servant, then greeted Dawn and opened the door.

……

The moment Klein stepped into Chris's home, Zaratul, who was walking and identifying the direction and slowly walked to the charity hospital, also stopped.

The cane in His hand stood straight up, no longer giving Him any direction.

"Disappeared……"

Zaratul frowned and muttered in disbelief.

"Did they enter the church, the secret place, or other Sequence One areas? Well, they should not be underestimated."

He stood at the door of the Charity Hospital, ready to wait for the "object that attracted Him" ​​to appear again.

A hospital staff member noticed the old man standing at the door and took the initiative to ask if he needed help. But before he approached Zaratul, his expression became dull, and then he turned around as if he was hallucinating and returned to the hospital.

The lonely old man with a white beard standing at the entrance of the charity hospital was a little too conspicuous. Zaratul pondered for a moment and decided to follow the local customs.

He pulled his cape hood down a little, then moved to the entrance of a small alley next to the hospital, set out a table, a crystal ball, two decks of tarot cards, and a few of his own pendulums, preparing to play the role of "fortune teller" while waiting for something to happen. …

Klein followed Madam Velma into the house, and his valet helped him take off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the entrance.

"How is Will doing lately?" After entering the house, Klein built a spiritual wall while taking out a "Yesterday Reappearance" spell that looked like a crystal sheet from his pocket. "I brought him a small specialty."

"It looks beautiful," Mrs. Wilma replied politely, and then asked the maid to make tea and push Will's stroller over.

Soon, the blond Will Kress appeared in his stroller, pushed by a maid. He held his finger in his mouth and stared at the "Yesterday Reappear" spell in Klein's hand without blinking.

"He seemed to like it."

“Children all like shiny things.” Klein responded with a smile.

Then, he changed the subject and talked to Mrs. Wilma about the interesting things that happened during the week-long vacation at the manor, as well as the stories shared by the gentlemen and ladies. During this process, he and Will exchanged glances from time to time, and under each other's suggestion, he used illusion to make all the ordinary people in the living room fall into hallucinations, and he reached out and grabbed Will's baby carriage to his side.

Klein waved the "Yesterday Reappears" spell in his hand and asked in a softer voice:
"Will, you want this?"

After teasing him for a while, Klein felt that his mood had obviously improved. Being around a Sequence One gave him a great sense of security:

"Zaratul has appeared in Backlund. I saw Him, but He probably hasn't noticed me yet. I made an emergency turn to visit you because I wanted to use your influence on fate to make Him ignore me temporarily."

Will glared at him but didn't answer.

Klein did not flinch. He took two pieces of good quality white paper from the side and put them into the stroller.

Then, he smiled and put the "Yesterday Reappears" charm in his hand into the stroller and pressed it on the white paper: "All the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price, right?"

Will, who was lying in the stroller, muttered and reached out, grabbing the white paper with some difficulty, and began to fold the paper with some reluctance:
"For extraordinary people on the path of 'Destiny', they must first pay what is on the price list, and then wait for the gift."

He mentioned it as if on purpose: "I know you have met Medici. Your fate is closely linked to theirs. Medici was originally destined to be the reward for Tudor's godhood, but Ouroboros was unable to pay the same price to get him back, so Medici died."

Klein seemed to be thinking about something. Since Will had brought it up, he asked directly:

"I know that there is a life-and-death hatred between you and Ouroboros because of the struggle of the path, but after I was chosen by the True Creator to become a favored one, you still did not break off contact with me. What did you see on the new 'price list'?"

Will pursed his lips:

"Before you were chosen, I had already paid enough chips, but now you haven't given me much in return..."

Klein looked around but didn't answer.

"I can now feel that you also have a certain influence on 'Destiny'. Although you have become the Creator's Favored One, you did not sell me out to Ouroboros, so I still trust you."

What you mean is that if you continue to have a relationship with me, you can save your life even if you lose the fight against Ouroboros in the future?

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"Has fate told you why I came to see you today?"

Will smoothed out the corner of the origami with difficulty, then pointed to the talisman beside his pillow and raised three fleshy fingers.

"Three spells?" Klein pretended not to understand. "How many times can you take action at that time?"

Will's little hands trembled slightly, and faint sobbing sounds came:

“Are you even trying to blackmail a one-year-old? You’re already at Sequence 3. Give me two more talismans so I can help you!”

"Deal then. I'll pull out your historical projection to help you." Klein made the agreement without any hesitation, and then added, "You also have to fold a few more paper cranes for me."

After saying this, the baby wrapped in silver silk and he fell silent at the same time.

……

Klein did not wait for Dr. Allen to come back for lunch. He had to hurry to St. Samuel's Church to apologize to Bishop Elektra, whom he had stood up, and use the church and the clergy of the Orthodox Church to continue hiding himself.

I can't go to Sephira Castle anymore. I'll have to wait for the messenger to come back. If Pales Zoroast is willing to help, I'll send two more talismans over... I don't know if there's anything else I can do. This is all the strength I can find so far.

Klein waved goodbye to Madam Wilma and Will, got on the carriage, and followed Will's instructions to drive the carriage from the small road to the cathedral.

On the road, the carriage suddenly slowed down. Klein became nervous and immediately asked in a low voice:
"what happened?"

"Sir, it's okay. There are people waiting in line for divination ahead." The coachman's tone was relaxed, but it made Klein's mood suddenly fall to the bottom. His right hand even tensed up instantly, and he was ready to grab someone from history to protect himself.

At the fortune-telling stall, Zaratul acted like a sorcerer and told riddles while paying attention to the movements of passers-by.

His prophecy showed that the item that attracted him would appear here with a high probability, but whether he could meet it or not was a matter of luck. So he chose to attract people around to come for divination, forming a long line on the road, blocking all those who might pass by here.

Even the patrolmen on the road could not resist the temptation of prophecy and forgot to maintain law and order.

"Your career is about to enter a rising period..."

Zaratul lowered his head to interpret the cards for the guests. Suddenly, he raised his head as if he had sensed something, and his eyes were fixed on a carriage.

A middle-aged gentleman with graying temples sat in the carriage. Under His gaze, the gentleman seemed to have noticed His sight through the wooden board of the carriage. He took out a crystal lens from his jacket pocket, wiped it on his pants, and put it on his right eye with a smile.

Zaratul was silent for a moment.

Then he lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

TBC
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Supplements the end remarks of the previous volume.

(End of this chapter)