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

Chapter 422 Resurrection
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In Trier, the capital of the Republic of Intis, the head of an intelligence agency is assigning tasks to his subordinates.

Suddenly, his vision blurred and a voice that seemed to come from far away rang in his ears:

"Orville...Diran...Orville...Diran..."

As a Beyonder who joined the Intis External Security Directorate as a member of the Secret Order, this was not the first time that Antoine had encountered something like this.

In certain scenes in the past, every time he was promoted, he would hear the muttering of "Honakis...Fregela...Honakis...Fregela..." and he almost lost control several times.

What’s different from the past is that the content of the whispers this time seems to have changed.

When the mumbling subsided and the view returned to normal, Antoine frowned slightly and muttered to himself:
"My mental state has been stable recently, and I haven't taken any potions or tried to advance. How could I hear the whispers of a hidden existence?"

"This seems to be somewhat different from the previous ones..."

"What does Orville stand for? I don't have enough information and I have no way to interpret it..."

"Dilan, Dilan, well, the senior members of the association mentioned that our mysterious and terrifying leader once hid an ancient castle called Dilan..."

“Hiss, whenever I think of that existence, I can’t help but tremble. Although He has returned to normal in the past two years, the horrific legends and actual damage He left behind are enough to give people nightmares for a lifetime…”

Antoine calmed himself down, temporarily suppressed his doubts, and continued to assign tasks to his subordinates.

A few minutes later, he walked out of his office and saw his colleague, the Hunter, coming towards him in the corridor. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

"After confirming the danger level, if it is far beyond my ability, I can report it directly to 'War Red'!"

"The Legion will act together. In this way, I can not only get more information safely, but also pay for some clues without taking any risks."

……

"The main thing I want to protect is Klein Moretti, not Sefirin Castle. Besides, I can't protect that thing."

“Don’t even mention that Klein has lost Sefirah Castle. As long as he is still alive, he is under the protection of the God of War and is one of the Saints of Red War. Even if he is dead and becomes a dead creature, he is still a ghost of Red War!”

Medici immediately made his attitude clear.

Edward nodded without much surprise: "I see."

Seeing that He had no other reaction, the war angel began to guess the purpose of the Outer God's visit - Did He really just come to watch the show? - After witnessing everything, Medici slowly removed the prayer screen and did not look in that direction again.

There is nothing to see anymore, his end is already settled, if there are still people calling him by that honorific name, if there are still people writing letters in his tone, then it must be a fraud, a mockery from Amon's true self.

Medici clenched his fist for a long time. He looked unhappy, or in fact, very unhappy, but it did not affect his ability to judge the current situation and organize his words. He cursed a few words, then ignored the demon standing not far away, and began to sort out the documents on the table to make himself look like he had something to do.

Edward's eyes swept across the documents on the table and noticed the words "Witch Sect".

He probably guessed that Medici might be preparing to take action against the witch sect, collecting intelligence, and trying to find a way to snatch the "Conqueror" extraordinary characteristic that was traded by Augustus, the former royal family of Loen, from the witches.

This sequence one is the only tangible element of Medici's godhood besides "the conqueror characteristics belonging to the royal family of Einhorn in Feysac" and "the uniqueness of the red priest 0-01 placed in the underground sealed room of the Thunder Church on Pasu Island".

If Medici wants to go further, he will definitely take action against it, provided that this characteristic has not yet been accommodated by the "Original Witch".

"The uniqueness of the Red Priest seems to have been tainted by the pollution of the City of Disaster. You died once when you dealt with that little bit of pollution. If you come into contact with the City of Disaster again, I'm afraid you will be controlled by the City of Disaster."

Edward kindly reminded:
"It's really interesting. Except for people like Klein and the True Creator, others who want to control the source essence must go through dangerous pollution. You are initially qualified to contact the City of Disaster after becoming a god, but your uniqueness has been polluted, and you cannot become a god."

"You don't have to remind me. I have my own things to do."

Medici waved his hands and showed no good expression to the Two-Path True God.

The sun in Trier was quite good today, but it was also dizzying after being exposed to it for too long. Medici felt a little irritated. He swept the information in his hand aside and questioned the devil unhappily:

"You can see the future, but have you never tried to change it?"

"——Ah, I'm not the type who likes to change the future."

Edward thought for a while and said in a nostalgic tone, "It seems that someone asked me this question a long time ago. In fact, fate is not a predetermined process for me, but an interesting story full of possibilities. I am just reading your stories and sometimes I will guide the plot to a place that interests me, but I will not change it. Your ending is still your own."

"I was also surprised that he would help Klein, um, but not really surprised."

"I guess his purpose in helping Klein is to 'prevent Amon's true self from obtaining Sefirah Castle'. He doesn't want to become a part of the Lord of Mysteries. He wants to remain vulnerable, so he takes the risk. In a sense, his thoughts are incredibly fragile."

Edward spoke slowly. In the distance, a white cloud was moving just as slowly. He suddenly looked at Medici:
"Do you really want him back?"

Medici did not immediately respond to the comment.

Do you want to see that little clone who would play some lame jokes on you, write letters to you and the Lord, and tease Him in a tone that was particularly childish compared to Amon's original body? Although that kid has hundreds of years of experience, he has just started to explore the world and has just learned what he likes and what he wants... Medici thought seriously for a while and felt that he probably wanted to see it. Even if the person standing in front of him was not a demon but someone else, he would feel that he really wanted him to come back.

Medici tapped the table slowly with his hands. At first, he was actually a little interested in asking the devil how to get him back, but after a few dozen seconds, he thought of the possible means the other party might use.

——In short, it’s not a very normal method.

Probably, all the memories of this clone were taken out, and then a body was created using human transmutation or some other method, and his memories were stuffed into it, to create something that the Church of Mother Earth would discuss for years whether it was in line with human rights.

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Medici was no longer interested. He was still curious about something, so he asked casually:

"Does he have another future?"

When asked this, Edward's expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a slow and confident tone:

"some."

"Since his ending is already determined and his journey has ended, I don't mind telling you about the future that I have seen."

Medici frowned, turned half a circle towards Edward and sat up straight. He folded his hands and propped up his chin: "I'd like to hear more about it." "In the ending I saw, which is also what I expect, he will make the right choice to preserve himself at every node, such as choosing to erase his memory and turn a blind eye after meeting Klein for the first time, and watching coldly when Klein was about to be discovered without participating. In short, in the end, he will complete the promotion ceremony of the 'Ancient Scholar' as an individual, as 'Amon', and become a 'Miracle Master'. After the end of the world, I will take him away from the earth and walk into the starry sky to find the miracles and world he wants."

“It actually sounds quite romantic.”

Medici twitched his lips. One detail reminded him of Klein, then the City of Silver, and finally the True Creator. "I remember that the ancient scholar's promotion ceremony was to return a lost history to the present era. What did he do?"

"He brought the history of the Amon family in the Fourth Era back to reality, and then he captured a group of clones to play the role of the Amon family with him."

Edward shrugged, somewhat amused by the development of this possibility:
"In order to create this consciousness, he captured a lot of clones and obtained the Beyonder characteristics of the 'Master of Secret Puppetry'. He also donated a lot of money to archaeological institutions and research institutes to advance the project... In short, he succeeded. After all, he was also a natural part of a high-sequence mythical creature. He just needed to perform a ritual that made sense. He successfully became Him, and used his death to exchange for the miracle of escaping from the Amon group and gaining freedom."

It sounds so real, as if you have seen it all with your own eyes... Medici was a little dazed. In his mind, he had already seen the boy taking off the monocle that was the symbol of Amon's uniqueness, throwing away the standard classical wizard robes, and wearing his favorite clothes.

He will have his own honorific name, instead of just calling out "Amon" and he will respond. He may even have his own name... He seems to like collecting glittering things. By then, he will definitely prepare a lot of accessories for himself. He will look like a glittering jewelry stand, and use mischievous miracles to tempt people around him to make wishes to him, so that their wishes can be realized in a way that makes people laugh and cry.

Then He shook His head and sneered, remembering that the protagonist of this story that had not happened was already dead.

A false miracle.

This magnificent future was thus stillborn, just like his favorite monocle, shattered into pieces in the sunlight.

Edward asked, "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Medici snorted, and the smile on his face disappeared:

"Yes, what do you think?"

"He should already be happy that you have done this." Edward shrugged, "Because you are just mourning for him."

……

pain!
it hurts!

Head hurts!
The bizarre dream full of whispers quickly shattered, and Klein's deep sleep was suddenly broken by a sharp pain in his head, as if he was hit hard by a stick. No, it was more like a sharp object pierced into his temple and accompanied by agitation... No, the vague memories before death slowly appeared. He remembered that he heard a gunshot before. He should have been shot from behind and his head was blown off!

Hiss… In a daze, Klein wanted to turn over, wanted to cover his head, wanted to sit up, but he was completely unable to move his hands and feet. It seemed that his body had lost control.

It seems that my body has not been fully repaired yet... Wait, am I thinking with my brain now? But I can't control my body. Is it because my brain has not been repaired yet? It's a bit scary... If I open my eyes now, can I see the spirit worms crawling on my body, and then slowly merge together and become skin and flesh... Klein closed his eyes tightly, and he complained with a confused mind.

Although the experience of death and resurrection is equally rich, the previous resurrections were similar to waking up from a sleep. The body would feel tired, consciousness would slowly emerge, and there would not be much discomfort.

When he was resurrected for the first time, when he pushed open the coffin lid, he could see that his heart was slowly repairing itself.

I am now at Sequence 3, and my entire body is basically made up of spirit worms. Can the repair speed be faster? Klein thought nonsensically and tried hard to concentrate in order to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and hallucinations.

However, his current state was like being half asleep and half awake in the middle of the night. His will was always erratic like smoke, difficult to control and difficult to gather. Klein used his strength to meditate, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander and random thoughts surface.

Oh, my head hurts so badly. The gunshot came from behind. Is the back of my head still intact?
Forget it, my brain should be... Well, my eyes can't open either... Are my eyes not repaired yet?

He felt like he had been dead for a long time, and he seemed to be able to gradually feel the existence of his limbs. Waves of pain allowed Klein to accumulate illusory strength bit by bit. Finally, he straightened his back and opened his eyes, completely getting rid of his half-asleep state.

My vision was blurred at first, and then I saw a dark red and snow-white.

Klein squinted his eyes as he looked over, and it took him a full ten seconds to realize that he was still lying on the snow.

It was approaching winter, and it was still snowing at the Loen-Feysac border. His body was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and bloodstains could be vaguely seen under the snow around him. The bloodstains had solidified into dark red under the snow, like a flower that bloomed at an inappropriate time, and right in the center was where he fell.

What time is it now? How many days have I been dead? Oh, tarot cards...

Klein's eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed at himself.

He had actually forgotten everything after dying once. He had successfully made Sefirah Castle disappear from his body and handed it over to Amon. There was no Tarot Club anymore, and in the future - there might not be one in the future, but Klein hoped that there would be a day when it could be reconvened.

“Even if not, I still have to inform everyone… I think I’ve already informed everyone? Don’t pray, don’t respond… Oh, and there are also Silver City and Moon City… The God-Forsaken Land… I should go to the God-Forsaken Land now to prepare for the Sequence Three promotion ceremony…”

Klein struggled to control his body and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

He had a severe headache, and he had almost no strength left in his body. He could hardly concentrate. Klein's mind was filled with countless fragmented images, and he had to speak them out loud to sort out his plans and thoughts.

"Hey, can you still stand up? You're really alive!"

Klein suddenly felt himself being pulled hard. There was someone very close to him, but he hadn't noticed it!
Klein's heart was filled with alarm. He looked up suddenly and saw a bright red like a flame in the pale world composed of white sky and white snow. He suddenly felt unable to look away and it was even a little dazzling.

"It's unbelievable. Sefirah Castle can revive you early? I don't know what effect the City of Disaster will have..."

Medici muttered a few words and casually picked up Klein as if he was carrying something. He didn't care about Klein's thoughts and said to himself, "Come on, come back with me. The Secret Society is short of people. You are already Sequence Three. Hurry and report to the Intelligence Department."

Klein opened his mouth and paused for two seconds before speaking with difficulty:
“…I no longer have Sefirah Castle.”

"The True Creator values ​​me only because of Sefirah Castle. You no longer need to obey the True Creator's request to protect me."

"It's just that Sefirah Castle is gone. You scared me. I thought you weren't Klein Moretti anymore." Medici said with a click of his tongue. "Don't say that nonsense. You're wrong. The Lord wants you to live, not Sefirah Castle. I also want you to live, so hurry up and follow me."

"I'm listening."

Edward said, "Just leaving like that? I still have something to talk to him about."

Medici sneered, patted Klein on the shoulder, and pulled him behind him:
"Did you see the mind link? This is our internal affair of War Red. Demon King, please stay out of it."

"You don't have the final say on this." Edward shook his head. "What does it have to do with you if I have something to do with him?"

Just as Medici was about to speak, Klein took the initiative to walk out from behind him. His Adam's apple rolled, and he looked directly at the demon in front of him who had taken his life twice with a calm and selfless look, trying his best to keep his voice steady:
"I'm right here, what do you want from me?"

TBC
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