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

Chapter 413 A peaceful day

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The "future" appeared before Medici's eyes, at this moment, in this scene.

He is aware of what has happened and what is about to happen.

The answer came so calmly and without any thrills.

He had thought about his mood at this moment, or rather, Medici had known what would happen long before the True Creator decided to go to the East Continent. After being told the details and everything was settled, the War Angel guessed that he would be emotional, roar, and even feel slightly out of control or self-destructive anger, but when he really knew all this, his reaction was very calm.

That is not the Creator of the Creator of man;
An omniscient being who is equal, merciful, and indifferent.

This was a terrible but true answer. What was even worse was that the true Creator had exchanged everything he had for that appearance, and had exchanged everything he had for eternity and ethereal goodwill - He himself knew that he could not trust the kindness of those in power - but this was the ending and long-cherished wish of the people he had followed for thousands of years. This made Medici feel as if he wanted to smash something but didn't know where to put his strength.

He clearly felt that some of his connections with this world were suddenly severed, and he raised his gaze to the sky.

"…The gods who asked me to protect this land are gone, so why should I stay here?"

"Because you still need a base and a nominal backer, otherwise you will be a walking conqueror extraordinary characteristic."

Edward answered casually and pointedly:

"It seems that He treats you well. You are not under any constraints at the moment, and your spirit has not changed."

Medici raised his eyebrows: "Do we have to be so secretive in our speech from now on?"

"Of course not, unless you want to say something about Him and you don't want Him to notice it right away."

Medici tapped the table lightly with his hand and glanced at Trier outside the window. Surrounding the Cathedral of Light were residential areas for devout believers, many of whom were commoners who would never have been able to buy a house so close to the cathedral even if they worked hard all their lives.

Far away, there is a new port being built on the criss-crossing rivers.

The port finally took shape and became busy. People from Intis gathered near the port to do business, using money or bartering. Some foreigners could be seen in the crowd. At noon, the people who would leave en masse to collect food from the church were the people of Intis.

Trier lacks everything now. Even though the international situation in the northern continent has become so strange and tense that no one can understand it, and war is imminent, no one cares about it. After all, life must go on, and ignorance and the food in front of you will always bring simple happiness.

Medici looked at them, at the ant-like humans living on the ground.

“The world originally depicted may indeed be beautiful, but this beauty is only for his believers and himself.”

"He will also make his believers fight, die, promise heaven, and fight for larger parishes. The essence of this is not that the world becomes a better place, but that believers give up thinking and let God think for them."

Medici muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Oh, you're right. I believe that as long as Yuanchu shows his stance, countless people in this world will suddenly turn to him. The standard of happiness that he casually gives out has surpassed the living standards of more than half of the people in this world. If you want to fight against such a happy and ignorant world, you need to have your own beliefs and your own spiritual world... But most people are not even human, so resistance is just a pipe dream."

War is the plunder of the weak by the strong. No matter how just the name of the war may be, its fundamental purpose is plunder.

Plunder others, trample on order, and make yourself happy.

Medici had heard too many wishes of soldiers. Only a few wanted to achieve success and fame. Most people were just pushed forward, struggling in the flames of war, trying to get a chance to breathe and then try their best to survive.

The more he understood God's thoughts, the heavier his heart felt.

His heart was beating violently, the sound was clearly audible, his flesh and blood were agitated by the nervousness, and Medici was now extremely irritable.

This reminded him of Klein, the boy with an unusual background who also owned the Source Castle. Like the real Creator, he was embarking on his own destiny in different ways, but some were just starting out, or halfway through, while others were about to reach the end.

"If you think about it carefully, it's really boring. A world without war, a peaceful world... Humans have no ambitions, unite around the only God, no longer fight each other, and become true compatriots and relatives without blood ties..."

Medici clenched his fists, thought for a while, and finally burst out laughing.

"Even though I don't like it, it should be very beautiful, right? It's like a dream, a beautiful dream that you can never wake up from."

Although He, as an angel and a natural mythical creature, lacks empathy with humans, the wars He leads have always been with humans.

The soldiers' joy, anger, sadness, despair and all kinds of emotions can be shared with Him through the mind link. The war angel has a heart similar to that of humans due to the close connection between him and humans. Therefore, he will do all kinds of things that other angels can't imagine, such as eating and living with the soldiers, sharing stew cooked in the same pot, and enthusiastically participating in the soldiers' discussions about the future, victory and love.

But this favor is quite stingy. Medici values ​​his subordinates, but he will not feel sad about the arrangement of the suicide squad.

He cares about his subordinates, but also does not care about his connection with other humans.

"By the way, I have a question - has any important person died in the Cultivator's Path?"

"what?"

Although Edward didn't care much about the origin of a sealed object, he was still a little curious. This sealed object was hidden deep in the Silver City, possibly underground, or behind countless seals. He couldn't touch it directly, but he could stand outside the seal and watch for a while.

So He discovered that the seal was of level 0, and the growth of black-faced grass in the entire Silver City seemed to have suppressed a portion of it. If it was not controlled, the seal would make the plant grow wildly and continue to expand the curse of "must kill relatives" to at least two Silver Cities - and the seal looked like a woman (this was not surprising, as the high sequence of cultivators and the moon both symbolized the feminine), accompanied by strange roars and mutterings. Judging from the negative effects, it was either witnessing relatives killing each other, or being killed by relatives.

“…Has anyone ever died on that route?”

Medici thought for a while and waved his hand casually: "I have no impression. If you die, you should die like the moon, like that Lilith."

The Mother Goddess of Earth and the God of War have been allies since ancient times, corresponding to the mother-son relationship between Omybella and Badhair in the mythology of the City of Silver.

"But I heard that the blood race can occasionally still get a response from the ancestor Lilith. She may still exist in the form of a spiritual imprint."

"Who knows? The Blood Moon Queen is also dead. If it was snatched back, it would be normal for the blood clan to have a copy of Sequence One. Or maybe it was the Mother Earth who answered on her behalf, plundering the anchor in advance. After all, the man-made Death God can also respond to the Spirit Cult."

Medici had no interest in this topic, and after a few seconds, he thought of something and asked again:

"What about the serpent? What does the serpent say about the Lord?"

"Did He not contact you? Oh, maybe He didn't want to bring up this topic." Edward was slightly stunned, then nodded, "The Angel of Destiny accepted this fate because He couldn't afford the price of change. There is no second chance to redeem Rose and the East Continent."

The war angel's fist suddenly clenched, veins exposed, and then slowly relaxed, just like before.

Medici hissed, and his expression and body movements returned to their usual ease and comfort. He leaned back in his chair, casually crossing his legs. His voice sounded lazy, yet concealed a seriousness that could not be ignored.

"If the Lord these people are praising is not the same one I follow, then these people mean nothing to me."

"However, these one million people are a considerable amount of anchors no matter where they are placed. I can give them to other gods in exchange for some help. The price does not need to be too high. At this time, I believe no one will refuse this amount of anchors."

He didn't really want to do this, because the true Creator wanted them to be treated properly. But the moment was very important, and if necessary, Medici thought he would do it.

Edward nodded in agreement. "What a coincidence! I think the Hidden Sage also wants to send the anchor away. You two are really suitable to stay in the same country."

"Ah."

Medici didn't hear any sarcasm in the devil's words, so he realized that it was just a joke, and also a little information - if the Hidden Sage didn't want to stay in Intis, where did He want to go? What did He want to do? However, Medici didn't need to think about the Hidden Sage's affairs. Medici thought that as a small Sequence One, there was no need for him to think about the affairs of a dual-path true god.

Medici felt that he should focus on the present:

"Among the original evil gods, the Lord has already sacrificed himself. Although the Hidden Sage has not become a righteous god, no one dares to regard him as an evil existence. The power of the Primordial Moon and the Mother Tree of Desire has also been somewhat restricted. The Primordial Witch is isolated and helpless."

"That'll cost extra," Edward said.

"Haha, I'm asking you to kill a true god? I'm not crazy. For that price, even if I sell the big snake together, I still can't make up the difference." Medici sneered and knocked on the table. "Since you're here, give me some more information. Where is the hidden sage going?"

"I'll give you the information. What can you give me in return?" Edward asked with a smile, "Tell me Klein's exact location."

Medici also laughed: "Show him away!"

……

Traynor was fishing by the river, with Don sitting next to him, and other hunters who had a day off.

With poles hanging in the air and fishing lines falling vertically into the water, the hunters stood or sat, waiting without blinking for the buoys on the water to shake.

The strong spirituality changed the ecology of Trier's waters and the state of Trier's groundwater. Now the rivers in the city are filled with all kinds of mutated aquatic creatures, which are larger, more aggressive, and taste better. The hunters' station is near the main river, and during this period, there have been frequent cases of low-sequence Beyonders sneaking out at night to catch fish for a snack, only to be defeated by crabs and have to call for help.

Tang En was furious at this disregard for discipline and formulated extremely harsh punishments - he ordered violators to train twice as hard, while others cooked delicious river food beside him.

These fish are very aggressive and can damage the ecology, so ordinary residents are helpless and fishing has become an official activity for hunters.

In the previous tsunami, many extraordinary marine creatures were thrown directly into the city and the plains outside the city. It is said that when the people from the Steam Church just came out of the shelter, they saw a giant squid that was ten meters long clinging to the Gear Church. Several survivors were frightened to faint on the spot.

Traynor yawned and stared at the line.

There were some clouds in the sky and the sunlight went down a little at noon, making people feel lazy.

He was thinking about whether he should just go back to sleep, but at this moment, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the front end of his fishing rod suddenly bent!
The strong fishing line specially prepared for these spiritual aquatic creatures instantly tightened, and the eyes of the people around him suddenly turned over. With a creaking sound, the big guy in the water pulled the entire fishing rod into a parabola. The enthusiasm of the fish to take the bait immediately dispelled Trener's desire to sleep. He grabbed the fishing rod and prepared to compete with the big guy under the water.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if something very dangerous suddenly appeared behind him.

This extremely dangerous thing looked down at his defenseless back with a malicious sneer - then stretched out its hand and patted his head hard twice.

Trainor's expression suddenly twisted, and he forgot to use force with his hands. The hooked fish sank into the water with his fishing rod in the blink of an eye.

The hunters immediately stood up and shouted to chase the fishing rods in the water. He rubbed his neck with his hands, and finally pressed down the goose bumps on the back of his neck. He turned his head hesitantly and said, "I'm almost 240 years old."

Edward took great interest in arranging the eldest child's hair into a beautiful cocoon:

"Yes, if you live another 200 years you will be able to catch up with a fraction of me."

Treanor had nothing to say. Talking about age with mythical creatures was his problem. He managed his facial expression, coughed uncomfortably, and looked around. He didn't know what to say to his father whom he hadn't seen for more than a hundred years.

"Have you eaten yet?" - He would probably get an answer he didn't want to hear, such as "I have, but human flesh tastes better."

"What are you doing recently?" - There is no need to ask about things that can be known by reading the newspaper, and he doesn't want to know the details at all, as if the devil has nothing to do except doing bad things and preparing to do bad things.

"Someone from the Soran family is contacting me."

Treanor felt the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he coughed again and changed the subject casually: "But I don't want to go back. Working for the Red Angel now is quite free. Every day I do nothing but fishing. When I'm busy, I play three games a day. When I'm free, I can play cards all night long."

"That sounds good. Are you satisfied with your current life?"

Edward walked to another fishing rod nearby, grabbed an earthworm from the hunter's bait box and threw it into the water. The next moment, the front end of the fishing rod suddenly bent down. He threw the fishing rod to his son:
"Then there is another option. Convert to the Creator and live a peaceful life without worries about food and clothing. Are you willing?"

"Sounds like Richard would like it."

Treanor answered casually. He took the fishing rod and suddenly felt the weight of it. It was even bigger than the one he had just hooked. He paid close attention to the state of the fishing rod, and then he thought of Richard's attitude and became a little nervous. While controlling the fishing line, he carefully observed his father's expression: "I don't care. My life is pretty much like this now. It's the same wherever I go."

Edward nodded, thinking: "Do you want to leave the earth?"

"Earth?"

"Oh, Blue Star." Edward looked at him. "I remember that you were very interested in astronomy when you were a child, but you could never remember the star tracks and traces in astronomy. You would get sleepy as soon as you saw them. In order to avoid studying, you even put caterpillars in your tutor's clothes. But you really liked those things."

"…Why are you interested in those things in the past now…"

Treanor was forced to recall his childhood. Although he didn't feel embarrassed, he still felt uncomfortable when he thought about his father being a mythical creature and being teased by a mythical creature: "...It's normal for children to like stars, Bei...I actually haven't had any interest in things in the sky for a long time. Maybe the apprentices of the Abraham family like them more. I don't want to go outside."

Edward did not give up: "There are many interesting things in the starry sky that you will never see in your lifetime on the blue planet."

"But what does that have to do with me? I am just a human living on a blue planet, and I want to live like this forever."

"You think so? Well, it's my fault for not educating you well before."

“Why are you so lively now…” Traynor wanted to cover his face with his hands.

Edward stroked his chin and sighed:
"Then I will have to exercise my temporary dictatorial power as a parent and take you away by force. You can also take some things or humans you like with you, but you must be prepared for their death... But you don't have to worry about it now. Go ahead and get busy. I have something to do and I'll leave first."

Without giving Traynor time to reply, Edward waved his hand and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

"..."

Although he could understand every word, he didn't seem to understand anything when they were put together. Regardless of whether he was silent before or lively and cheerful now, from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3, he always felt that he couldn't keep up with his father's thinking speed.

Treanor had a strange look on his face, and the coil was still spinning in his hand.

Then he dragged a five-meter-long deep-sea anglerfish ashore from the river in Trier.

TBC
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Suddenly pinched, Traynor: (benefit)
Lao Ai: Let’s go talk to Klein.

(End of this chapter)