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

Chapter 415 Knock on the door

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"Why did you stop me? Don't you want to see him die?"

In the spirit world, Edward, who had come all the way from Intis, looked at the thin silver-white electric current that blocked his entry into Loen with some surprise and a smile, and said in a rather tempting tone:
"Tyrant, you should be happy to see all this."

"I heard that Zaratul is now under your protection? This feels bad, right? You protect them, but you also have to keep an eye on them, just like restraining yourself from crushing an annoying caterpillar in your hand."

"Well, not only that, you have to endure the feeling of caterpillars slowly crawling in your palms, and do your best not to hurt them. They will also ask you for help. Will you choose to respond, or just ignore it?"

The silver-white lightning blocking the way ahead made a small crackling sound, but no one responded to His words.

"But I have something to tell Klein. Even though he doesn't want to, I still have to go in and talk to him." Edward was not in a hurry. He stood outside the mine line in a proper manner, as if he was ready to use force after courtesy. "Do you want me to go through, or do you want Klein to come out and talk to me?"

……

"leave"?
Klein stared at the word, somewhat confused about what the God of Thunder meant.

Should he leave 160 Böklund Street or leave Loon?

However, this departure was consistent with his ominous premonition. Danger was approaching, and Klein needed to respond immediately.

Either hide yourself or leave quickly.

Oracles are vague, so it's normal to be confused. But Klein needs clear instructions instead of vague words. After hesitating for a while, thinking that the God of Thunder has responded to him, Klein simply gritted his teeth and continued to pray:

"Great Emperor of the Sky, King of the Sea, could you please give me a clear indication?"

He didn't dare to say much this time. After he finished speaking, he fell silent and waited as obediently as possible. When he thought that the God of Thunder had noticed him, Klein felt the psychological pressure rapidly increasing. He couldn't help but feel terrified, and he felt like he couldn't breathe smoothly.

Under Klein's expectant and anxious gaze, about half a minute later, the rust marks on the silver expanded further.

Expanded to the opposite side?

Klein carefully reached out his hand and turned the silver piece over.

In bold it read:
"roll"

...If you don't want to explain, then don't respond. Why are you scolding me? You are indeed a tyrant... Klein retreated tactically, feeling mixed emotions. He didn't know whether he should be thankful that the God of Thunder didn't strike him twice with lightning, or feel wronged for asking the oracle for an explanation and being scolded. But he still prayed and thanked while he began to clean up the remaining spiritual materials on the table. After all, the God of Thunder had at least given him some enlightenment.

"No matter where I go, I have to leave first..."

Klein muttered quietly.

He had already made travel plans, but this prayer and response increased the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Having said that, he was most vulnerable to attack when he was concentrating on praying, but Zaratul did not take any action. He allowed himself to go up and down the Sefirah Castle, perform rituals, and then deal with ritual materials - it can be seen that He was also very concerned about the attitude of the God of Thunder.

With "Creeping Hunger" and "Travel", Crane can now go anywhere outside the Eastern Continent.

That being the case...

Klein simply sorted through the unused ritual materials and selected the parts that could be reused. Then he relit the candles that had not yet burned out, took out a mirror as a ritual medium, and whispered:

"Don't extinguish the burning fire,

Prisoners of chaos and death-defying combat;

Creator of the cursed city, protector of all who defy fate;”

The great 'Angel of Temperance', Mr. Richard Ernst..."

Southern continent, highlands.

Richard looked at Barranca with a serious expression.

Barranca also looked at Richard.

The two angels competed secretly for a while, and finally Barranca gave in first. He felt in his pocket a few times and put a 10-pound note and a few kopecks into the donation box at the door of the newly built welfare home.

Richard smiled, reached out and patted Barranca on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Let's go, God is still waiting for us."

Balanca was holding a sketch pad in his hand. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he just laughed "Hey".

"We are the only ones who can study this kind of thing seriously at night. If we use other methods, we will probably be shocked."

"...What have you come up with?" Richard looked at the sketch paper under his arm, and the smile on his face seemed to disappear.

Barranca avoided the question:
"You'll find out soon enough."

He seemed to not want to say more, either because he felt guilty or because he wanted to give everyone an unexpected surprise. Balanca quickly entered the spirit world with his sketchbook, and then appeared directly in the reserved classroom. The bound god, who had been waiting here for a while, felt the fluctuations of the spirit world, opened his eyes, and turned his face calmly.

The two younger angels greeted Tolzner, and Barranca strode up to the podium. He shook the sketch paper in his hand, and the book opened automatically, displaying the contents of the first page on the blackboard.

"Please look, this is the automatic tilling machine I designed."

There was indeed a seemingly flawless mechanical device drawn on the sketch paper, with gears and bearings meshing with each other. The overall design was refreshing, with a mechanical aesthetic similar to that of the Steam Church.

But Richard and Tolzner's spiritual intuition told them that things would never be that simple.

Barranca began to introduce his new design:
"Richard's Transfiguration Curse has given me a lot of inspiration. Although it is not advisable to govern a country with a Transfiguration Curse, I think that the Transfiguration Curse is still very necessary to maintain stability, maintain the economy, and fill the food gap."

There is no problem here. Baranca looked at the reactions of his two colleagues, coughed, and continued his introduction:
“This is a semi-automatic human tillage machine.”

"I learned this design from the manuscript of Emperor Roselle. Last year, I took some time to visit the Roselle Memorial Museum in Intis and learned a little. I couldn't restore it exactly the same, so I added some characteristics of our Rose School to it... This tiller only needs one person to operate it, and it weighs about 400 to 600 pounds..."

Richard suddenly raised his hand:
"I have a question. Most of Emperor Roselle's designs that could not be put into production were due to a lack of corresponding fuel, a lack of those special 'oils'. What fuel is used to run this thing?"

Barranca avoided the question, and under Richard's gaze and the curious gaze of the Bound God, the Cursed King was defeated:

"people."

Then He slammed the table vigorously to defend himself: "Sixty acres of land consumes one person! The resource utilization rate is still considerable!"

The Bound God frowned, and although He was very restrained and didn't speak, He immediately revealed an expression that said, "Keep talking, I'm listening." Richard wasn't too surprised by this answer, but instead asked about the details: "What's the principle? Do you need living or dead people?"

Baranca said: "The principle is very simple. It is to use the deformation curse to distort the human soul and turn it into fuel to drive the tiller."

"That is to say, this thing is essentially spiritually driven."

Richard was used to it, because this was the characteristic of the Rose School, and His "Bread-changing Curse" was based on the same principle, which was to crush the soul of a living human being, and then use the large amount of spiritual energy released at that moment to change the physical structure. He touched his chin, thinking and suggesting: "Then you can use the Sealing Object, you don't necessarily need to use humans."

The Curse King spread his hands:
"We chose humans because human souls are not affected by extraordinary characteristics, and are the safest and cleanest fuel to use. Do you want the tiller to work with lightning and thunder, or to lead the operator to praise the sun, or to study hard, or to resurrect the corpses in the field?"

Of course, extraordinary characteristics and seals are more spiritual and easier to use, but at the same time, they will inevitably present various functions that a tiller should not have due to the existence of extraordinary characteristics, which is something He does not want to see.

"I object to your idea." Richard looked into Barranca's eyes and shook his head in disapproval:
"If we want to obtain spiritual power without negative effects, we can cooperate with the Secret Peers and let those wizards design a safe magic pattern for us to attract spiritual power. Then we can carve these magic patterns onto your tiller. This is the safest way and does not require the consumption of human beings."

"but……"

But using humans is the easiest and fastest way.

Barranca wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Richard.

"You're indulging yourself, Barranca."

Richard called his companion by his name in a serious tone and explained earnestly, "You must have thought of this best and safest way, but you didn't think so because you thought consuming humans was the easiest way, right? I turned people into food, but I still promoted production - and you were indulging yourself, giving up thinking and following your desires and instincts. This is not advisable. The Transfiguration Curse gives us the power to change the world, but we should still have awe for life and souls."

The Bound God narrowed his eyes, and felt that when this believer, whose way of thinking was different from that of ordinary people, said this, it seemed as if holy light and halo appeared.

"And the utilization rate is too low. A zombie can till the land without sleep. It's a bit exaggerated that your tiller only needs one person to till 500 mu. The utilization rate is too low. You should improve it so that at least one person is needed for mu. By the way, we don't have that many paddy fields here."

The Bound God felt that the holy light on Richard had disappeared again.

“…I am also promoting production.”

"Then you should pack up and keep Renette company tomorrow morning." Richard now looked as if he was going to take the halo off his head and throw it at someone.

"I was just joking."

Barranca muttered, put away the semi-automatic manual tillage machine drawings and sketchbook with a little regret, and then walked directly down from the podium.

Richard and the Bound God looked at Him with indescribable eyes.

"The ones behind are all semi-automatic human-powered props."

Balanca spread his hands again, and said, "Now that you mention it, I do feel that I have been a bit too indulgent. If nothing else happens, I will seal myself off and stay in the labor camp for a few days."

Richard waved his hand: "If you still feel that you need to be reformed, then there is no need to rush... Wait, someone is looking for me."

He took out a small round mirror from his pocket and brushed it with his hand. The image of a strange middle-aged man with slightly graying temples appeared on it. Richard recognized the person he was praying for at a glance and raised his eyebrows.

"Dawn, no, that Klein? What does he want me to do..."

……

About twenty seconds later, the candle flame suddenly shook.

Klein felt someone's eyes on him. His right hand suddenly moved uncontrollably. He grabbed the pen on the table, took a piece of paper, and wrote a line of Common Language:
"Hello."

This feeling and way of communication reminded Klein of his first ritual communication with Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina a long time ago, but he quickly grabbed a pen and replied on the paper:
"Hello, Your Highness, the respected Angel of Temperance, I hope to get your help."

The pen immediately replied: "You can speak, I can hear you."

Oh. Klein felt a little embarrassed, but considering that Zaratul might be paying attention here, he still insisted on writing:

“I hope to obtain a substitute that can deceive Sequence One.”

The pen paused for two seconds. Richard thought about the possibility and answered almost without hesitation: "I need your blood or body parts. I can transfer some of your mystical connection to the substitute to make it more real. This is the best. It can also be just a substitute doll. It looks no different from you, but it can't be hidden from divination and aggregation. At the same time, your bid will determine the quality of the substitute."

Barranca couldn't help but say, "Isn't this a bit cheap?"

Richard rolled his eyes at Him and said, "We'd better have something to sell!"

The Bound God looked at the nose with his eyes and the heart with his nose. Although he was not proud of his status, he felt that discussing this matter directly was a bit too much like a businessman... However, if this business needed his help, he would definitely not refuse.

Directly linking the price to the quality? Klein was slightly surprised. In his impression, the only person who started talking about money right away after meeting was Richard Ernst, apart from the messenger Renette Tinichol. As for himself - how could the Fool's followers be considered short of money! - As expected, they were all abstinenceists. Even Miss Sharon accepted the commission of three days and one thousand pounds, which was shockingly low for a Sequence 5, because she was short of money...

But talking about money directly was a good thing for Klein. After all, the high-quality red wine produced by his Meige Manor Winery was very popular. He now had about 17,000 pounds in cash and tens of thousands of gold bars. Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked nervously:

"Then I need a substitute who can transfer some of the mystical connection. I can provide my blood and body parts."

"I'm asking fifteen thousand pounds," he said cautiously.

To maintain the operation of the foundation and Meige Manor, I have to spend at least a thousand pounds every month. I can only raise the price to 20,000 pounds. If it is higher, I will have to take the risk of becoming a bounty hunter again, but there is a greater possibility that I will be caught by a group of crows when I reach the sea... Klein thought.

"Fifteen thousand pounds..."

Richard touched his chin and glanced at the other two. The Bound God was not very sensitive to money, but Baranca's expression was obviously good.

This price was very tempting, and He also knew that Dwayne Dantes was nominally a businessman, and a businessman would definitely need to keep some cash in reserve. Richard had completely approved of this price, and began to take out a sewing kit and cotton from his pocket:
"Deal, give me some blood, your body parts, and if you want it to be more realistic, you can give me a bone."

bone.

Klein took a deep breath: "...Okay."

He wanted to use spirit worms to replace the body parts, so that the substitute could have some of his extraordinary abilities, but the bones...

He finished the ceremony, looked at his little finger, used the silver ritual knife in his hand to make a note, and began to do mental preparation. After doing it for a while, he suddenly realized that he could use the faceless man's ability to separate his flesh and blood and let the bone drill out of the skin by itself.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and began to concentrate on controlling his little finger.

Suddenly, a blinding white light burst out from outside the bedroom window, followed by a huge roar. Klein was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the silver knife fell to the floor with a thud, rolling more than a meter away.

It has been raining and cold in Backlund recently, and there are occasional thunderstorms at night, but thunder explosions like this are still rare!
Klein vaguely felt that something was wrong. He bent down and reached out to touch the knife on the ground. The moment he bent down, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind him, making his hair stand on end.

Tick, tick.

He suddenly felt something falling on his back. He wasn't sure, but it felt like rain.

The rain hit the floor, soaking the bed, tables, chairs and carpets.

Then lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his bedroom.

Klein's throat rolled, and his spiritual intuition told him that the moment he bent down, the second-floor roof of his villa at 160 Böklund Street, along with the attic, disappeared entirely.

The rain fell on his back, mixed with cold sweat and slid down the side of his face.

The devil seemed to chuckle into his ear.

“It missed.”

TBC
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April Fools' Day!
Who got up at 5:30 on Saturday morning to see the rapeseed flowers? It was me.

(End of this chapter)