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

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Tingen.

"Leonard Mitchell!"

Leonard was walking on the street when suddenly, a familiar and rough voice called his name from behind. Leonard turned around and saw that it was an acquaintance, so he readily prepared to greet the Storm Bishop he was familiar with.

But before he could say anything, the Storm Bishop waved his hand and held up the wrinkle-free document in his hand.

Storm Bishop took a breath and said, "Look at this."

"Secret documents of the Church of Storms?"

Leonard glanced at the corners of the document with a strong sense of professional ethics. After seeing the silver-white metal stamp on the lower right corner and the anti-counterfeiting waves and lightning patterns on the white paper used for the document, he quickly looked away:
"Take it away, I don't see anything!"

"No, this is for you."

Bishop Storm said seriously, and then took out a brown paper document bag with a star logo from his arms. Leonard's eyes widened immediately: "Is this a confidential document of our church? How come it is here with you?"

"Someone important has been here."

Bishop Storm did not elaborate. He paused, looked around, and whispered, "Leonard, this is the cooperation transfer letter. From now on, you will temporarily live in the River and Sea Church as a project partner of our Thunder and Truth Church. Your office is ready, and there is also a dormitory."

Leonard frowned slightly:

"What does this mean? I have no intention of converting to the God of Thunder."

"We certainly don't mean to insult your faith." The Storm Bishop's voice became a little lower. "But starting today, you must stay with us for a long time. The big man said... You should know the reason yourself, my friend, don't embarrass me."

"What about my team?"

Leonard took the secret document from the Church of Evernight and asked, "You know, I'm a captain. I have a whole team of Nightwatchmen, and I'm also responsible for the security of a church and half of Tingen City, just like you."

"The original captain, Fry, will take over. You only need to deal with the letters they report to you in the office. Try not to go out."

"This……"

Leonard was about to ask for details, but suddenly, he paused, and then his expression became interesting.

"...Okay, I'll go with you." Pales's answer almost made him drop the file bag. He reached out and picked up the two confidential documents. After taking a closer look, he nodded in surprise and said, "Your job is not easy either. I won't make it difficult for you. Let's go."

……

Klein's expression was a little broken as he had never expected things to turn out like this.

He stared in amazement as Richard Ernst greeted his butler and servants in a familiar manner and then entered the room.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go or just find a place to sleep on the street, Klein suddenly saw Richard Ernst entering the mansion and passing by the window. He waved at him, motioning for him to come over.

This……

After realizing the relationship between the Rose School and Edward Vaughn, Klein hesitated when he saw this scene. He subconsciously wanted to go to Sefirah Castle for divination first, but then he remembered that he had lost Sefirah Castle, and a Sequence 3 obviously couldn't predict the malice and thoughts of a Sequence .

After hesitating for two seconds, Klein walked towards his home. He decided to trust Richard Ernst, with whom he had collaborated several times in charity. If the other party was an out-and-out lunatic who believed in the devil, then He should have died long ago because of losing control of the conflict.

Two minutes later, Klein successfully sneaked into his home.

He really wanted to complain about why he had to sneak back into his own house, but he didn't say it out loud. While complaining in his mind, he jumped through the window, entered the reception room, and landed on the carpet in the blind spot of the servants' sight as lightly as a piece of paper.

The second floor is still under renovation, and Mr. Dwayne Dantes' bedroom has been temporarily moved to a slightly smaller second bedroom on the first floor.

Richard Ernst had already asked "Dawn's Stand-in" to tell the servants not to enter the reception room for the time being. Seeing Klein turn into a piece of paper and sneak in against the wall, he sent the butler and others away, then turned around and greeted Klein:

"You're welcome, sit anywhere, just like you're at home."

Klein: “…Okay.”

He indeed sat down on his favorite single sofa without any hesitation, and Richard found a place to stand against the wall leisurely. Under his control, the "Dawn substitute" also sat in the main seat on the other side of the sofa in a proper manner, which looked quite realistic.

"Do you want some tea?"

Richard's smile contained three parts of teasing, six parts of curiosity, and one part of awe: "You're welcome, just like at home!"

"No thanks." Klein looked at Mr. Dantes, who had a dull look in his eyes, and felt that the clown was about to burst. For the sake of his house and property, he quickly said politely, "Thank you for taking care of my house for the past half month."

Anyway, it never goes wrong to say something nice.

What’s more, if there wasn’t a fake Dawn helping him occupy the house, Klein might really be homeless and penniless now.

"Don't be polite. I just want your money."

Richard wasn't too impressed by this kind of rhetoric. He waved his hand and hit Klein with a straight shot, causing him to forget the next words he had prepared: "You did a business of 15,000 pounds with me, and then died immediately. This matter is difficult for me to handle, so I came to your house."

"I came the next day. I divined that night and found out that you were dead. I thought I knew where you lived, so I came to see you and help you manage your property. To be honest, you have a large family and a lot of wealth. If you don't come back, I will continue to manage this identity and make good use of your foundation and your properties in the South Continent and the North Continent to increase your wealth and establish a stable base, which will also be good for me."

How can you describe burglary, occupation of residences, and disguised identities to make a fortune so refreshingly? Klein resisted the urge to cover his face with his hands. He was still able to control his facial expressions thanks to the strong heart and powerful clown strength he had developed along the way:

"Thanks……"

"You're welcome."

Richard was indeed not polite at all: "Since you are back, give me the money. Speaking of which..."

The evil god stroked his chin, walked up to Klein, and walked around the sofa where he was sitting twice. He said curiously but uncertainly:
"When you told me that your life was in danger, I gave your stand the ability to die in place of others, hoping to save you. Oh, there's no need to pay extra for this, after all, I can only get paid if the client is alive... but you still died."

Party A. Klein almost wanted to complain again.

"Substitute death" is also a curse. With the blood of the original owner and the connection with mysticism, this curse can easily replace the original owner's death. After Richard cast this curse on the substitute, he did not see the substitute being destroyed by external forces instead of the original owner. In the early morning of the next day, He tried to divine and found that Klein Moretti was actually dead.

The only one who can bypass the "divine evil" of Sequence One and kill the person who committed the crime is the King of Angels or the true God. However, when Richard used mysticism to contact and divine the murderer, he got nothing - this is the characteristic of "anti-divination"!
Mortals cannot look directly at gods, and neither can angels, so divining gods will result in sudden death. However, there are very few beings that can predict the result of "counter-divination", and the probability that such beings will condescend to kill a saint is also very small, and there are only a few people who meet this condition... Richard thought for a while and decided to give up thinking and take Klein Moretti's property first.

Anyway, I can't afford to lose.

Coincidentally, he gave himself a "spiritual worm".

With the existence of this "spiritual worm", the stand has the ability to change and can also use some simple extraordinary powers. Under the control of the "puppet", although the role-playing is not as perfect as the "secret puppet master", as long as you are careful in what you say and do, it will be no problem to deceive the people around you.

"Now it seems that you are not dead... No, you are indeed dead. What is it now? Reincarnation? Or a special resurrection?"

Richard looked Klein up and down, confirming that he was indeed a living person, not a spiritual imprint that had found a physical body, nor a backup mechanical body from the "universalist" path - as long as you can accept the reality that you will completely lose your flesh and blood and even your soul, and from now on only exist as a string of data, a set of information records, then the backup mechanical body can almost be regarded as an unlimited resurrection. The only drawback is that the backup information is limited, and you will not remember how you died after "awakening".

As he watched, Klein's expression suddenly became strange. He glanced at him with a look of disdain that Richard was very familiar with, and fell into the sofa. Then he crossed his legs arrogantly and asked unhappily:

"Why? Have you never seen a resurrection?"

Klein waved his hand casually. His arrogant tone and shocked eyes formed a perfect contrast:

"Don't look at it. Go cool down. If you have read the information of the Secret Society, you will know that the resurrection of miracle workers is like this."

"I was wondering why I felt like there was someone else here."

So, he borrowed a Sequence 2 or higher Sealed Artifact? It seems that Klein Moretti is the next angel of the Aurora Society... Richard was not surprised at all. With the prisoner's sensitivity to spiritual things, he had already noticed that Klein had something else hidden on him, but he didn't expect it to be a red angel: "I don't know much about the 'Fortune Teller' of the Secret Society, but I have heard that high-sequence 'Thieves' can graft other people's lives onto themselves. However, I didn't expect that you would be in trouble too. This is really sad!"

After two seconds of grief, He looked out the window, eager to try:

"So, the Cathedral of Light is now in a state where there is no Sequence One in charge?"

Klein: ...

"Hey!"

Medici patted the armrest of the sofa unhappily. "I advise you not to have any evil ideas about the cathedral. That's enough."

Klein felt that his mood had been up and down over the past two days, no, over the past half month. His mood, which had just risen because of Medici's appearance, was quickly crushed by Richard Ernst's speech at an unimaginable speed. He wanted to turn his head away, but Medici wouldn't let him.

He simply gave up thinking and shifted his attention to other things, not listening to the two Sequence Ones chattering in front of him.

"Fortunately, the Amon clones who realized that I was soft-hearted have been eliminated, and there is no other Amon in Backlund to harass me. I captured Amon and brought him to Sefirah Castle and gave it to Him. This way, He has no reason to attack me again... If not, Amon might have directly threatened me with the lives of Benson, Melissa, Leonard, and Miss Justice, and the consequences would be unimaginable... Hehe, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck has finally shown some signs of improvement... Then, I can consider going to the East Continent..."

Klein smacked his lips and felt that the road ahead of him was a little clearer, but there were still many dangers.

“Without Sefirah Fortress, my divination and investigation abilities will be greatly reduced... Hey, why am I so worried? Even if I become weak without Sefirah Fortress, I am still a genuine Sequence 3.”

He is also a Sequence 3 who repeatedly falls into danger but manages to escape successfully (or escape) in the end!

As a saint, Klein felt that there should be no experience of the same sequence that could compare to his.

"I can continue to use this substitute. It can also be used as a substitute for death. It is suitable for me to take to the God-Forsaken Land just in case."

"Well, next, we just need to get the details of that road from the Aurora Society and then enter the East Continent to contact Silver City and Moon City. I wonder where the 'Black Saint' who knows that route best is now."

"After getting rid of Sefirah Castle, Amon Zaratul will naturally stay away from me. On the other hand, the omniscient 'God of Thunder' once participated in the betrayal feast that devoured the ancient sun god. He certainly won't want Amon to go any further. Maybe he will protect Leonard..."

"On the other hand, Amon provided me with a lot of secret knowledge, which allowed me to digest the last fifth of the 'Ancient Scholar' potion. Then I have to consider becoming a 'Miracle Master'. As long as I have the status of an angel and become a complete mythical creature, my situation will be much better... However, my promotion speed is too fast. I have only been an 'Ancient Scholar' for more than a month. This won't work. I must stay in the East Continent and other places for a while to consolidate my spirituality. If I just pursue speed, I think I will go crazy the higher I go, not to mention finding ways to pose some threats to Amon."

Klein decided to wait until his condition recovered a little, then use the medium to spy on the terrifying group of worms in the Kingdom of Night, the main peak of the Honachis Mountains, and gain knowledge about the corresponding "Miracle Master" from it.

"But you should have guessed it. The one who attacked us was..."

"The wind is too strong, and my mind is a little confused, so I can't hear clearly." Richard interrupted Medici and started to play dumb. "Since you two are here, would you like to have lunch? I remember that there are top-quality steaks and red wine shipped from the manor today. Are you interested in wine and distilled liquor?"

Medici almost laughed out of anger:
"Stop pretending! Just tell me, are you planning to tell your teacher about our whereabouts, or are you planning to cover it up for us?"

Seeing that he couldn't fool him, Richard blinked his eyes, then slowly sat down on another single chair next to him and said teasingly:

"It's no good for me to tell Him. He won't give me an extra dollar, but as long as you are still here, the Cathedral of Light will be unguarded..."

"You're almost there."

"In short, I won't tell on others. I'm a moral angel." Richard spread his hands and said sincerely, "My relationship with my teacher is not that good. He doesn't even want to give me more money. I'm helpless, you know?"

Medici felt relieved and nodded slightly: "Then..."

"……etc?"

Klein suddenly reacted and controlled his mouth to ask, "Your teacher? That demon Edward Vaughn is your teacher?"

"That's right. I was originally a member of the Temperance Cult. Later, I fled to the Northern Continent and became His student. Fortunately, I survived and have lived to this day. However, our relationship is not very good." Richard looked at Klein, "I thought you told him."

Medici laughed awkwardly: "I thought you told him too."

Klein was struck by lightning. He stared at Richard Ernst's kind yet slightly wicked face for a long time, and recalled everything about the angel of temperance in his mind. Then he thought about Edward Vaughn's way of dealing with people, and he was speechless for a long time.

Being cheated! This was the only thought in his mind.

TBC
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coming.