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

Chapter 424: Escape

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choose?

Klein's answer was completely beyond Edward's expectations. Not to mention him, even Medici was shocked for a moment. The difference was that Medici seemed to want to praise this employee, while Edward intended to make his praise the last words Klein heard.

He grasped the air with his hand, thinking about the probability of killing the War Angel and Klein together.

No, it would be better for Medici to be alive. The fact that God did not punish Him proved that He still favored the war angels. But at the same time, God did not show any favor to Medici. It seemed that He was waiting for Medici to convert on his own initiative. It would not be difficult to kill either Klein or Medici alone, but with a mental link, he could kill both of them with one shot, which was a bit difficult to deal with.

What if God holds us accountable? What if God wants to hold us accountable?
Even after thousands of years of death, he was still able to stubbornly maintain himself and wait for salvation. His spiritual will was so strong that even if he lost his object of faith, he could still carry out the other party's will in an orderly manner and continue to act, instead of collapsing on the spot like some devout believers who regarded gods and faith as their spiritual support. Such a soul itself is worthy of respect. Even if God did not hold him accountable, Edward did not have much hostility towards Medici because of his own merits and the true creator. Although there would be no psychological burden if he killed him, he did not really want to do so.

However, as it stands now, is it possible that Medici could use himself as one of Klein's meat shields?

Well, it seems very likely.

Try to sever the mind connection first?
Use mental deterrence, or make a simple deal. Anyway, the ones who should be brought have been brought...

With this in mind, Edward slowly took out his gun. He and Medici happened to look at each other. The latter suddenly understood his thoughts and immediately pulled Klein behind him, alert to the possible actions of the Outer Gods.

"Say less."

Medici said to Klein in the mind link, "Be careful. Although He seems to be targeting you because of Sefirah Fortress, you don't have Sefirah Fortress now, and it seems that He is not going to let you go."

After saying this, Klein quickly woke up from the scene that seemed like a spiritual foreshadowing.

There was no change on his face, as he conveyed his affirmation through the mental link.

Medici pursed his lips and suddenly said:

"I'll tell you a spell. Just recite it in a moment. Don't hesitate. I guarantee you'll be able to buy me a second or two. Then I'll run back to Trier, and you'll find a way to run back to Backlund. When I find an opportunity, I'll open the door and grab you."

"If He comes to the Cathedral of Light to ask for someone, you can hide with the Hidden Sage. There are always more solutions than problems."

"These two spells seem to..."

"Don't worry about it, just read it and it's done."

"Does this have any special effect? ​​Don't you want to read it?"

Medici shook his head—because the spells were Leodro and Herabergen—and told Klein in a solemn tone:

"Read the first one first, in ancient Hermetic language, and then read the second one if you are in danger. I will find another way. Take care of yourself."

After listening to the two spells, Klein felt that something was wrong, but he didn't ask. He just felt as if his brain was hot, as if he was possessed by something, and he said a lot of words that didn't sound like his own, which made his blood boil. Now Klein felt that his heartbeat gradually returned to normal speed, his mind gradually became clear, and he began to feel some shame belatedly.

"I seemed to have said something very strange just now..."

Klein coughed repeatedly in the mental link. After speaking nonsense in front of the war angel, he felt a little embarrassed.

If Sefirah Castle was still there, I would be confident in saying these words, but now that Sefirah Castle is gone, I only have an uncertain fate... It's really presumptuous of me to say these words. Let me set a small goal first and find a way to trip up Amon!
"No, you're right... Humans should have choices. I think your idea is very interesting."

Medici smacked his lips. "If you said you wanted to destroy the perfect world because you don't like it, then I wouldn't think you were any different from other gods, including the one in front of me. But you said you would save the other party because 'there must be people who yearn for such a perfect world', just to open up a piece of your own territory and give humans the opportunity to choose their own way of survival - this is good."

Klein was slightly startled, and felt a little warm in his heart: "Thank you."

Medici shook his head and said nothing.

What he didn't say was that the ancient sun god also didn't give humans too many choices.

In terms of faith, no, but they had the right to be educated and the qualification to learn, which was the first step in transforming from livestock into a group of intelligent creatures, a race with values ​​and its own history.

——Perhaps it was because of God, or perhaps it was the world at that time. It was a luxury for humans to be alive, and it was completely a daydream to want to choose their own destiny. Medici would not forget to analyze specific things, nor would he be divorced from the historical context of the events. He just thought of this, and did not think that the ancient sun god did a bad job, nor did he think that Klein Moretti was too arrogant. He thought that these two possibilities were really good. The era before the First Age might have been of high quality, and the people from there had such amazing awareness and ambition.

That's good. The God of War thought, that's good.

Everything is ready, now there is only one question left...

Medici glanced at Edward Vaughn, who was looking at the ground for some reason, and a real question arose in his mind connection:

"What is he daydreaming about?"

……

"Admit him."

The Lord of Decay whispered in his ear: "Admit him! Didn't you hear what he just said? If I were here, he would have already been admitted to a doctorate!"

"So you really shouldn't have come."

Edward wanted to hang up his prayer, but the person holding the phone was another self. No matter how much he didn't want to listen to his temptations and nonsense, the mumbling still drilled into his mind like a devil's sound:
"I know you're sorry that Amon didn't pass the interview, but his death is just part of the story of the present world."

"If he chooses to help the original body, then needless to say, he would have directly informed Amon when Klein was in Intis, and there would be no Klein now. Even if he chooses to ignore it, Klein's appearance and identity information will be obtained by other Amons, and the demigod-level clones will swarm towards Backlund, which is enough to make Klein drink a pot and let him die there."

"After all, Amon's true form can't go, and if only the demigods come, Zaratul will definitely be happy to see the two fight and the fisherman will benefit."

"This is not an inevitable outcome, but it is indeed the path he chose. You can't always make decisions on a whim like this."

"I didn't have any sudden ideas."

The other Him defended Himself, and His voice revealed confidence in His own ability and authority:

"It won't be a problem if I come. Apart from the incident with the Son of Chaos, has there been any problems so far? Besides, Roselle Gustav was contaminated by the Fallen Mother Goddess at that time. If the Son of Chaos replaced Roselle at that time, it would definitely not be as safe as it is now. How do you know that it was not my spiritual prophecy? I am a witness, a recorder, and a guide. I believe I can definitely get along well with the gods of the earth."

Edward didn't bother to reply.

In his impression, everything he was interested in never had a good result in the end. He was not impatient, but he lacked the perseverance to stick to a single event or goal. This was not surprising. In the eyes of the God of Possibility, this world was made up of countless forks in the road. He might have been determined to take back the Essence when he first came to Earth, but as long as he moved, he would see countless choices and forks in the road ahead. He would choose one at random, and then this road would lead to countless choices. More importantly, he enjoyed the process rather than the result.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to exit from the exit corresponding to the entrance.

"He wants to give humans choice. This is an interesting new proposition. Don't you think choice is the greatest mercy?"

"It makes no sense."

Edward said coldly: "He will forget his original intention sooner or later, and then his choice will be to become a secret puppet. That's fate." "You can't deny his process just because the result of an event has not changed. By the way, you mentioned fate."

The Lord of Decay is also well versed in persuasion, and persuading himself to change his mind is something He is accustomed to:
"Speaking of which, I have a question. If Klein can really become the Lord of Mysteries that he wants to be, then there seems to be no need for us to continue to be hostile to Him. If we can obtain Essence by building a good relationship with Him, why do we have to fight to the death?"

"You - it's too late to say this now. Even before entering the barrier, if I knew this, I would not have established a good relationship with anyone who could become Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, nor would I have retrieved my essence through them."

Edward laughed at himself and tried to dispel his unrealistic thoughts:

"That's a pillar-level fraudster!"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have left the solar system directly, found a place to stay, and wait for the source substance to repair itself."

"The essence may return to me, or it may attract powerful enemies, but this is something that will happen sooner or later. It doesn't matter at all."

When he was still in the starry sky, the pursuit of possibilities would guide him to run and search in the starry sky. But now that the two paths have been separated for too long, their symbols and single-path instincts have been strengthened, and his problem of lack of concentration has become more serious.

He now dares to look at the future of those who aspire to become the Lord of Mysteries! He dares not even think about what will happen in the future!

This is no longer an ordinary sudden whim, I must strike hard at myself.

"I don't believe it. Stop talking nonsense. I..."

In the eyes of Medici and Klein, Edward had been distracted since he finished listening to Klein's speech. He seemed to have temporarily ignored them and was communicating with something else.

"What is He doing?" Medici frowned and quietly transmitted a signal to Klein through the mental link. "Forget it, good opportunity!"

Edward's premonition of crisis suddenly sounded. As long as the danger was big enough and the threat to his life was greater, the clearer the images and enemies would be. At this moment, his spiritual perception suddenly produced a relatively clear "crisis" premonition - it was that annoying thunder and lightning again!
This is the Loen-Feysac border... Also, the God of War and the Mother Goddess of Earth are both one-way true gods, and one is not only a one-way true god, but is also restricted by the Mother Goddess. Even if the God of Thunder moves the boundary marker a hundred meters towards Feysac, they probably won't dare to say a word.

The Angel of War will somehow lure the God of Thunder, who has already stopped fighting.

Without thinking, he interrupted the prayer of his own who was still chattering and expressing his opinions, raised the curse carrier in his hand that had condensed into the shape of a gun, and aimed directly at Medici without any hesitation!

"boom"!
The curses from the two paths mixed together, no bullets flew out, but the curse reached Medici in an instant!
Medici's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of a sneer. There was no heart in His exploded chest, but a silver-white ouroboros with a mercury sheen appeared on it. Then, His body fell apart under the curse, turning into a pool of black and red flesh that was constantly wriggling. It gathered at Klein's feet into an ever-expanding pool of filthy blood, which directly entangled his legs and feet, and pulled him down a long way in the blink of an eye!

Klein hid behind Medici and his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the scene in front of him.

What made him even more panicked than the scene before him was that this time the gun was aimed at him again!

Suddenly he felt as if a fire was burning in his spirit. He suddenly realized something and, enduring the pain of being burned, he immediately opened his mouth and shouted:
"Leodro!"

The automatic response of the divine power was actually faster than the attack of the god itself. Before his voice had completely died down, hundreds of lightning bolts suddenly twisted and intertwined and fell as if in response to the call, instantly covering the snowy field.

Klein had no time to dodge, and he found himself in the attack range in a panic.

In the bright silver light, Edward's second shot did not hit Klein, and it was unknown where it hit. But he was struck by lightning and fell to the ground on the spot. His body was charred and twitching violently, as if he had turned into a giant piece of coal.

Then, his figure quickly dissipated and disappeared like an illusion.

Klein rushed into the mist of history without looking back, and used the same trick to escape by relying on the fact that the demons did not have the corresponding authority!

As soon as he entered the mist of history, Klein saw relevant historical fragments of the Fourth Epoch floating towards him as if being pulled. He ignored them and directly divined the direction of Backlund and ran all the way there.

In the outside world, a bolt of lightning struck and accurately hit Edward's gun-holding hand, turning the gun and his hand into nothingness.

But He did not show any expression of pain, and even His eyebrows did not move. He stared in the direction where Klein disappeared and made a displeased sound.

"You're right. I need to re-evaluate the matter of fate."

"It seems that even though he lost Sefirah Castle, he still gained something else. I am not going to die like this, or rather, I am willing to actively seek a more pleasant way to die. As long as that is my destiny. This may require our joint efforts, at least to preserve one part."

Edward muttered a few incomprehensible words to himself, then walked over, picked up the boundary marker, and threw it in the direction of the Feysac Empire.

The boundary marker flew out for several hundred meters before slamming heavily into the calf-deep snow and frozen soil, and remained stuck there crookedly.

"It's your apology," said Edward.

……

"I have been dead for half a month, and I don't know what happened to 160 Böklund Street."

After a period of aimless running, Klein returned to Backlund in a dangerous way.

As soon as he came back, he found a secluded place and looked in the direction of Dwayne Dantes' residence.

Klein showed reluctance, then mustered up the courage to open his eyes. After taking a few deep breaths, he felt that he had made all the mental preparations. Whether the place could no longer be rented out because the ceiling and the second floor disappeared, or there were signs saying "sealed" and "no approaching", and the servants inside and Klein's tens of thousands of pounds of property were all confiscated, he could remain calm.

Then, Klein was stunned.

The Dawn Dantes residence at 160 Böklund Street was operating normally. Workers were repairing the ceiling, the gardener and maid were trimming the flowers and plants in the garden as usual, smoke was rising from the chimney in the direction of the kitchen, and the butler Walter was organizing the servants to work.

Klein even saw his secret puppets, Qonas and Enuni, among the people working.

Nothing has changed since he left!
Even his secret doll was moving! If the roof on the second floor hadn't been gone, Klein would have suspected that he was just imagining things.

He was completely stunned. After staring blankly at the mansion for a while, he saw his carriage approaching from afar and stopped outside the door of the mansion. The butler Walter went up to greet his employer.

Klein suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart:
"Let me see who has taken away my property and house!"

He looked carefully and saw an identical Dwayne Dantès getting off the carriage. Except for a slightly different temperament, all other details were exactly the same. Just when Klein was wondering if the Secret Order or Backlund's Forsaken Amon had robbed his property, he suddenly saw another person getting off the carriage with "Dwayne Dantès".

It was a person he was very familiar with, with silver-gray hair, tall stature, and a face that looked like a Feysac.

Feeling his overly scorching gaze, Richard Ernst also turned his head. His gaze and Klein's gaze collided in the air across several streets. Both of them saw extreme shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

"You're not dead?"

TBC
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Today I went looking for a one-on-one student aid donation that would allow me to directly contact the beneficiaries, but I was delayed!
It is still more reassuring to be able to contact the donation recipients directly. The platform is also very good and quite small (.)
Tomorrow, tomorrow must be before 1pm...