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

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"The one ahead is the farthest outpost of Moon City."

This stronghold had entered the angel's field of vision, and Klein saw it through the sharing of the mind link. In the distance, he saw several weathered walls and broken stone pillars with several huge and flexible roofs erected between them. In the corner, there was a tent against the wall. Several tents were connected together to form a small camp with about ten people.

It is now morning and a little before lunch time, but the team does not seem to want to continue exploring outside.

There were four people guarding the base, two of them were standing guard, and two of them were using the dead branches and weeds they had gathered to make a fire. The water in the pot they had just set up had not yet heated up. There was also a small cloth bag next to them, as if they were preparing to cook when the hunting team returned.

The huge monster's limbs were placed in the corner of the camp, covered with cloth that was probably used to prevent water, corrosion and odor.

Klein saw the woman who was preparing to cook stand up, pull out the knife hanging at her waist with her deformed left arm, and slowly cut off a piece of edible meat from the monster with strange tumors and muscle structure. Blood slowly flowed out of the wound like sticky black-red oil. Klein frowned, as if he could imagine the pungent stench, but the Moon City team did not show any abnormality.

Then, the woman with a slightly deformed body took out a dried mushroom from the cloth pocket around her waist.

Klein's expression turned unnatural for a moment.

The female Beyonder inserted the mushroom that looked dried into the black monster flesh in her hand.

In the blink of an eye, the shriveled white mushroom began to fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Thin black lines kept climbing up the cap along the root of the mushroom, gradually dyeing the layers of mycelium and the cap into a strange and deep black.

At the same time, there seemed to be less black on the monster's flesh.

“That seems to be…” Seeing this, Hermes finally found the source of the familiarity and looked at Klein and Medici beside him. “Mushrooms whose growth patterns and growth logic have been changed. Is this the work of the guy named Frank Lee?”

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched and he nodded: "That's right."

Hermes smiled upon hearing this, and even adjusted his expression and collar to show his respect for Frank's work:
"Frank is a young man with a lot of ideas. His improved wheat seeds have a high yield. Although it can only be maintained for three generations, the 40% increase in yield is beyond the reach of others. Together with his plant pork, it is now actively shining in Intis. Our people have just accepted the existence of the extraordinary world this year. These wonderful and fancy mushrooms are a little difficult for them to accept, but these two are not bad."

After saying this, He looked at Klein, then at Medici, and asked in a curious tone:

"Speaking of which, I have always had a question. Frank is a sailor belonging to the 'Star Pirates', and the leader of this pirate group is a member of the Church of the Hidden Sage, the God of Knowledge and Mysteries..."

"I have been with him privately because of some cooperation projects between churches. He is a simple and enthusiastic child who will give ten or even a hundred times the affirmation of others' kindness and affirmation. However, he said that he is not a believer of the Fool, nor a follower of the Creator, nor a believer of the God of Mysteries. He insisted that he is just his mother's child, and he helps others because he believes that life is precious and a good harvest is gratifying... How did such a special person get chosen by the followers of the Fool and be responsible for providing material support to the East Continent?"

Well, because the Fool's follower, German Sparrow, praised Frank before realizing his shocking ideas, he was able to establish trust and friendship with Frank smoothly during the rest of the journey...

Klein originally wanted to secretly glance at Medici to see if he was gloating and waiting for him to make up his lie or pretending not to hear it, and then decide whether to tell the truth based on Medici's expression and attitude. But then he thought again, the angel standing next to him was an angel of the "audience" path. Although there was only one sequence difference, in Hermes' eyes, his "little expressions" and "micro movements" were no different from shouting out his inner voice under the spotlight and through a loud speaker... Klein cleared his throat and smiled at Hermes:
"It's because of Mr. Frank's beliefs."

"He, uh, has strong beliefs, which makes his thoughts and actions a little unique compared to others..." Klein wanted to say something sensational, but after thinking about it again, he decided to look at Frank from a completely inclusive and approving perspective.

After all, if the great inventor had not provided the Fool with such safe, hygienic and multifunctional mushrooms, how could the moneyless and powerless Fool boast about saving the City of Silver?

Buying food?

It was impossible, because the East Continent could not grow food or raise meat, and the inhabitants were all semi-giants with an average height of about two meters. It was obvious that this would be a huge expense, so Klein could only prioritize ensuring that he had enough food and clothing.

If we had chosen material aid, we would have bought out the wealthy long ago.

After all, Mr. Dwayne Dantes did not have any big business or great wealth in the southern continent. His assets were only enough to maintain the operation of his mansion and estate, plus some necessary charity and social expenses, not to mention providing some financial support to the survivors in the distant continent.

Therefore, Frank's appearance and help are particularly important. It can even be said that he played a decisive role in the conversion process of Silver City and Moon City. The help he provided to "The Fool" even exceeded that of the real Creator.

Because the people of the East Continent are more practical, the illusory beliefs and promises can only be used as spiritual sustenance, and the visible and tangible food is the real salvation. Therefore, after the promise, the salvation of the "Fool" came just in time, which made the people of the two cities see hope, the future and light, and feel that they can trust the "Fool" and do not think that this is the second abandonment of the Creator.

If there were no Frank's mushrooms, even if the real creator asked the believers to convert, the probability of them converting would be very low.

Klein felt that he had to thank Frank.

Once he changed his mindset and viewed Frank from the perspective of a "friend" or even a "good brother," Klein understood more and more why the people of the East Continent admired and recognized Frank. He felt that it was not unreasonable to make him the Angel of Fertility... He still needed to test him!
"...Anyway, that's it."

Klein's expression changed several times, but he still praised Frank as objectively as possible: "He has a lot of ideas, and he truly implements the will to praise life and harvest, but some of his ideas are really... difficult for the public to accept."

Let Frank continue to be promoted... It won't end the world, but it will definitely cause some unsettling things.

"Yes." Hermes nodded in agreement, "He needs more restrictions and more standardized experimental rules."

But Frank truly possesses creativity, and it would be a pity to limit his development simply because of some "insecure" ideas.

Just as Hermes and Klein entered a tacit silence, Medici seemed to finally realize who the creator of the mushrooms they were discussing was. He looked at the mushrooms and asked in surprise:

"This guy also has mushrooms? How many other products are there that I don't know about?"

And mushrooms? What does that mean? How much did Frank supply the Aurora? No, no, no, besides these versatile mushrooms and pork that can be grown from plants, what else did he invent?
Klein was startled and suddenly felt uneasy. The admiration and recognition he had just felt for Frank was once again severely suppressed.

However, Medici did not dwell on this topic for long. While they were discussing Frank, the pure black meat in the hands of the female guard of Moon City had become much lighter in color, as if the deep-rooted toxins in the meat had been removed by the mushroom. Then, the woman carefully took out some mushroom powder with warm purifying power from another pocket and sprinkled it on the boiling water, and finally broke the meat into small pieces and put them in.

Klein silently looked at the mushroom powder that clearly carried the purifying power of the "Sun" pathway.

"They are preparing lunch. People tend to relax when eating. In order to prevent any accidents, I will go to their dreams to check the situation and ask for some information."

Hermes then looked at Medici: "Your Highness the Red Angel, please keep an eye on me at all times. Once I put on my monocle..."

Medici nodded, his expression a little more serious than before:
"Since we set foot on the East Continent, we have already entered the attention range of the Great Snake. Good luck favors you and me. You should be careful." Klein's heart suddenly lifted up again, and he silently prayed for Hermes.

About ten minutes later, a small group approached the stronghold from a distance. They were all wearing animal skins, and they were probably people who had left the stronghold. Their bodies had varying degrees of deformity and mutation, but they were still within the human range. They were carrying some monster meat and dried plants in their hands or on their shoulders, and they quickly entered the stronghold.

After being busy for a while, they started to eat and change shifts. The people who had just stayed went to stand guard outside the stronghold.

Hermes nodded to Klein and Medici. The pupils in his eyes narrowed and straightened as he looked at a person in the distant stronghold.

The thin man with a waist that was too thin like a funnel had a confused look in his eyes for a moment, and then he yawned, as if he had naturally dozed off in the midday sun after eating and drinking.

Hermes easily entered his dream ocean and saw a land covered with sunshine and a city-state that was gradually becoming prosperous.

……

Derrick finished his daily prayers and sat down in the first row of the chapel, letting his spirit and mood gradually calm down.

Today, the City of Silver was still the same as always. People were hunting, patrolling, living, collecting mushroom and meat rations, praying, training, resting... Nothing had changed. Derrick felt that nothing had changed either. He loved this peaceful life with a little surprise and happiness. At the same time, he also hoped that everyone's life could get better and better.

"If only Dad and Mom were still alive... If only they hadn't been injured that day..."

He exhaled gently, closed his eyes, and the regret that had been surging in his heart once again surfaced.

No one came to disturb him, and the church was always quiet, with only the sounds of everyone's breathing and low prayers.

Derrick stayed for a while and then walked out quietly. It was already noon, and he was going to go to the training ground to watch his friends practice, and by the way, he would go to the place where he could get food. He wanted to eat mushrooms with fish flavor today. A few big mushrooms, a few big apples, some meat that had been cleared of toxins, half a piece of black grass bread, and some crispy Dumu fruit, which was the most common and hearty meal in Silver City today.

He greeted familiar people along the way and came to the training ground. As soon as he arrived, he saw that the friends who had come with him before had finished their morning training and were walking towards the food distribution area with their arms around each other. When they saw Derrick coming over, they nodded in a friendly manner.

"Good afternoon, our Lord God's Messenger."

The warrior, who was half a head taller than Derrick, smiled and gently hit his shoulder: "What are you going to do later?"

Derrick was hit lightly, but he smiled and hit back:

"Maybe we'll have to go out exploring again soon. I'll just take a look around the training grounds first, then go back to eat something, and then come back for training in the afternoon!"

My friend burst into laughter and walked away arm in arm:

"Okay! Then we'll wait for you!"

Derrick waved at their backs and continued walking around the training ground. Suddenly, he felt someone staring at him in the crowd. He immediately looked in the direction of the gaze and saw Uno, a man with silver-gray hair and blue eyes, standing outside the crowd.

The child, who was only one year old but already over one meter tall and looked to be seven or eight years old, was looking at him quietly.

Uno always stayed by his parents' side very obediently, so much so that Silver City couldn't tell whether this child was an "Angel of Destiny" or a real child, but there was no doubt that this child had the power and authority of an Angel of Destiny and could use blessings.

Therefore, people mostly viewed him as a person of high rank - but after all, he was a child who grew up in front of the whole city, and since he never spoke, it was difficult for people to completely regard him as a mysterious "angel of destiny".

"..."

Derrick couldn't figure out how to address him for a moment, but he bowed to him out of habit.

But what surprised him was that Uno just looked at him like that, as if he had something to say, but also as if he was just in a daze, just looking at him or a certain point behind him with empty eyes.

Derrick was completely confused. He turned around tentatively and took a few steps. Seeing that Uno was still standing there, his expression and direction hadn't changed at all, he was sure that he just happened to be standing where Uno was looking at, and it wasn't Uno who was looking at him.

He walked away quickly, but did not notice that his feet had turned a corner and changed direction, heading towards the round tower.

Uno still stood there motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in a daze, or as if he was looking at something.

In the eyes of the "Angel of Destiny", the fate of at least one-third of the people in the entire Silver City is closely linked to a great being who is high above the spiritual world, while the other two-thirds of the people know nothing about it and still lead a peaceful and happy daily life.

Ouroboros watched all this calmly, thinking about whether to save or not.

Of course, there is a price to pay for saving them. Everything in fate requires an equal exchange, and the price is undoubtedly to make the Time Angel unhappy.

"If they hadn't still believed in my father, the City of Silver would have been a ruin by now. I originally thought so, but now it seems that they have also abandoned my father. Humans are always so good at betrayal." - He said so.

“The same goes for you, Ouroboros, you, Medici, and Leodro… I won’t let you go either, but not now.” - He also said so.

After all, these are no longer the Lord’s people, but rather an anchor entrusted to the “fools” by the Lord.

After a while, he looked up into the distance and vaguely saw a flame burning in the distance, near another city with many survivors.

There, too, some people have fallen into Amon's hands.

TBC
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At this moment, someone was on his way here, walking and playing.