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

Chapter 445 Welcome
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It was already dark.

After perfunctorily dealing with God, seeing that it was getting late, Edward packed up the things at hand and planned to stroll back.

Now there is nothing to do all day long. The gods are all busy with their own things, guarding their own little pieces of land. The Demon of Knowledge safely absorbed some of the escaped believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, improved Trier's basic education, and increased the compulsory education period to ten years. I heard that He wants to increase it further, but unfortunately there are too few people in this era who can afford to go to school and have time to go to school.

So the Demon of Knowledge began promoting night schools, encouraging adults to work during the day and spend a few hours at night learning arithmetic and grammar.

Considering the current situation in Intis where you can find a job as long as you have hands, night school has been widely welcomed by workers.

At the same time, the Demon of Knowledge also adopted the examination system of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and absorbed many exiled believers to serve as deans and graders, which increased the efficiency of examinations and grading several times, causing the church members to have even darker circles under their eyes.

The countries in the southern continent are trying to recuperate, and the highlands are fine except for extreme poverty, but Balam is facing the trouble of soaring mortality rates.

The policies that the God of Death had thought of without much thought before have now shown some not-so-good trends, but this actually has little impact on the God of Death. After all, both the living and the dead are his anchors - the only one who would worry about this is his own son Azik Eggers, who still has a human heart.

The situation in Loen has basically stabilized, and the disadvantages of binding relief to faith will not be reflected for a while. Unlike Intis, where people's lives are getting better and better, the Feysac Empire is now in a state of tension. They did not gain much benefit from the previous war, and now they have to be vigilant about whether the Thunder God will send troops to retaliate against their previous attacks, and the domestic conflicts have intensified.

But what does the troubles of the gods on earth have to do with Edward?

The highlands could be considered his territory, and the angels and demigods there had learned to pretend they couldn't see him. Edward spent his days slacking off. The life of an unemployed god was so plain and boring.

At this moment, another voice suddenly came into my mind.

The other half of his body, which was doing something unknown in the God-forsaken Land, contacted him and said that he had discovered something big.

"What's the big deal?" Edward had been to the God-forsaken Land and even lived there for a long time. He felt that he had no curiosity at all, but he still asked out of respect for himself.

"I saw the mysterious servant that had been missing in the God-forsaken Land."

The half-body's tone fluctuated slightly, and he sounded very excited. "What's more interesting is that the state of this 'mysterious attendant' is very interesting... He seems to be in a state where the ritual can be completed at any time, but he has not succeeded in the promotion. This gives me a guess."

The first sequence of "Fortune Teller" is "Attendant of Mysteries". This sequence is not easy to play. You can't praise the Celestial Lord in your heart every day, or burn incense and offer sacrifices to the Celestial Lord, right? Combined with the title of "Lord of Mysteries" at the top of the sequence, it also has a strange feeling of turning over and becoming the master.

Edward felt his patience improve: "You go ahead."

"What is the biggest difference between the God-Forsaken Land and the outside world? Now there is sunlight here, so the only difference is the 'spiritual world'."

"The Mysterious One is the Lord of the Spirit Realm. The High-Sequence Promotion Ceremonies of the three paths all require interaction with the Spirit Realm. I remember that the 'Gate' path required walking in the Spirit Realm and leaving one's coordinates a long time ago. So the High-Sequence Ceremonies of the Diviners also require the Spirit Realm. Isn't that reasonable?"

Edward was about to yawn, but in order to show his respect and importance to himself, he asked back:

"You mean, His special state is because the part of the ritual related to the spiritual world has not been met. As long as He comes to the outside world, He can immediately be promoted to a 'Secret Servant'? Then why didn't He come out earlier, worried about being targeted by Amon?"

"I don't know that."

Half-body was very excited. As he walked, he said, "Amon's real body was in the God-forsaken Land earlier. Wouldn't it be more dangerous for Him to stay here? I'll catch up with him and ask him."

Edward found this a bit strange. Not to mention that he had only called on the fourth day after entering the God-Forsaken Land, his attitude of rushing up to a "mysterious attendant" who was about to be promoted to ask about the situation was also very strange. He couldn't help but ask:

"What has Klein been doing these days?"

There was a sudden silence on the other side.

Then the information channel was unilaterally closed, and no information was transmitted for five seconds. Edward was silent for a moment, then covered his face with one hand, gritted his teeth and sighed heavily.

……

"The young lady of the Hall family wants to purchase a large amount of food?"

The dice spinning in the cup stopped. Sitting around the gambling table, a flaxen-haired, good-looking "devil" raised his head and looked around excitedly: "Don't we have a lot of backlogs..."

"Those things - those things were originally intended to be sold to Rune at a low price as military rations."

Another demon looked at the cards in his hand leisurely, and took advantage of his companion's inattention to secretly cheat, and said calmly: "The head of the family originally planned to seize the food on the front line during the war, but in the end, those cowards from Feysac retreated in fear of the God of Thunder after only a few months of fighting, causing us to almost have all the food in our hands, and we had no chance to sell it at all."

"I remember that the dry rations made according to the military standard were added with..."

The purple-eyed demon lady who was betting with him quickly made a gesture to keep quiet:
"Shh... don't say it. Anyway, it won't kill people quickly. That kind of virus needs time to accumulate and take effect. If we follow our plan and put it on the front line normally, at least 100,000 people will be infected and turn into zombies with dementia."

"What's infuriating is that the big money has fallen on their hands. Only a dozen people have been infected, and the loss is several hundred thousand. The head of the family is really angry."

The flaxen-haired member of the North family nodded and asked in a low voice:
"Then would you consider selling these foods to Miss Hall?"

"The young lady of the Hall family also drank the potion. It's probably a low- to medium-sequence one. I talked about it with that gossipy little maid a few days ago when we were sleeping. She swore to me that a maid had gone mad and wanted to attack Miss Hall, but Miss Hall's eyes suddenly turned golden, scaring the crazy maid to her knees. She was also scared to death, but luckily the young lady didn't notice it."

"Golden eyes..."

The demon lady of the North family frowned and thought of something:
"Audience? Miss Hall is also a spy of the Psychological Alchemy Society? Hmm... considering her status, it makes sense. The Psychological Alchemy Society has many spies in the upper and middle levels. If a noble lady wants to be promoted safely and quickly, contacting the Psychological Alchemy Society is the best choice."

"Psychological Alchemy Society?"

The Psychological Alchemy Society seemed to have an angel in charge, and there was also a high-level saint in Backlund. The head of the family had not yet been promoted. According to my grandfather, he originally planned to indirectly or directly cause the deaths of more than a thousand people in the war, and then be promoted. As a result... the demon lady racked her brains to recall some of the information circulated privately in the family, and felt that this deal was a bit risky.

Moreover, the Demon Family's development speed this year is a bit fast. If we are not careful, it will attract the attention of the Loen Tax Bureau and MI9.

Now they also have to worry about the God of Thunder. If this hot-tempered God of Thunder gets angry, he might chop all these filthy demons into ashes... Therefore, the North family put all their efforts into bribery to all levels of the Thunder and Truth Church, and also reduced their influence, donated some shares on their own initiative, and tried to marry the daughter of a noble who believed in the God of Thunder to show their goodwill.

“I’m afraid we can’t control these things.”

The demon lady shrugged, not wanting to get involved in the struggle between different extraordinary organizations: "We are just watching the warehouse."

Fortunately, the factory's managers are normal humans who know nothing about Feifan. These humans were promoted from the workers and are grateful to their leaders for their wisdom in identifying their talents. However, once something happens in the factory or rectification is needed, they will be pushed out as scapegoats.

A demon who had just been promoted to Sequence 6 obviously didn't know much about these organizations, but he still knew a lot of basic intelligence circulating in the Extraordinary World. He reached out to touch the cup containing the dice and asked in a low voice:
"The Psychological Alchemist Society seems to be an old organization, right? Then...then is this idea of ​​purchasing food Miss Hall's idea, or is it the Psychological Alchemist Society's attempt to continue to win people's hearts? It seems that we can't find a way to dump the overstocked goods?"

The demon lady cursed her companions in her heart for being so stupid:
"That batch of food was not something we could decide on." "But even if we take a step back, it would be better to sell it to His Highness the Angel of Temperance... The Angel of Temperance will definitely be able to render the food harmless. I'm just afraid that He will find out that there is a problem and use it to criticize us."

Finally, she made up her mind: "I'll report this information. What happens next is not up to us."

"If this is a trick of the Psychological Alchemy Society to win people's hearts, then we should return the favor. If this innocent and lovely noble lady wants to buy food alone, then we should sell off the cake and bread scraps that are about to go bad in the warehouse."

As she spoke, she grabbed the cup first, opened it, and saw a 3 and a 4 facing upwards, the number was higher than the previous number.

A smile appeared on the face of the demon lady:
"I won. How about this? I don't want any money either. I just want you to find me a young girl who used to be a street girl from your factory."

The flaxen-haired young man, who was worried that his colleague would ask for too much, breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile.

The Demon Family doesn't have much else now, except for money, wealth shares and workers. Many of the workers were recruited from the East District. They have no identity documents, and their families are working in the factory, so "accident casualties" are easy. If you don't want to pay money, you can let the whole family be injured or killed in a machine accident, or just find a hidden corner to clean it up - other workers also work fifteen hours a day and don't care about the turnover of personnel. In a large factory like theirs that needs to operate machines, it's not surprising to see new faces every day.

"I'll find you someone within this week," he said briskly.

……

"Since you said so, this gray fog that seals the western continent is almost the same as the gray fog flowing over Sefirah Castle."

Hermes speculated based on the information provided by Klein: "So, can we regard this seal as a part of Sefirah Castle, as a part of the master of the spirit world? We can try to pray to the gray fog, or even offer sacrifices... However, I don't know whether the person in Sefirah Castle will receive the prayers, or whether the person on the other side of the seal will feel the changes."

"The more likely possibility is that this seal has been separated from Sefirah Castle for tens of thousands of years and has long lost contact with it," Klein said.

"Yes."

Hermes nodded and looked at Medici again: "Regarding what the War Angel just told you, I have one more small detail to add."

"What is it?"

"It's not just the Lord of Mysteries who can open this seal. Any being of the same level as the Lord of Mysteries can open it, such as God, or even... someone in the starry sky." Hermes said, "So, the Lord of Mysteries is not necessary."

“I see.” Klein nodded.

Afterwards, he prepared to try to interact with this seal that was almost identical to the gray fog on Sefirah Castle. The "Staff of Life" had long been put back into the historical mist, and the cross that Medici was carrying was not suitable for the current situation. So Klein reached out from the historical mist and took out a palm-sized notebook, Lenormand's Travel Notes.

Judging from the name and function of this notebook, Klein felt that it should be the relic of a "recorder", but it has not been confirmed.

The notebook still had the recording function it had when Klein got it. He flipped through it and quickly found the place where "open the door" was recorded.

For an "ancient scholar", this is the best way to use a sealed object in daily life that will not be carried around for a long time. However, the time limit is limited, currently no more than three minutes, and the effect is somewhat different from the original version.

Of course, if he was going to fight a prepared battle, Klein would not do this, because it would take up one of his three precious summoning slots, which was extremely uneconomical. Moreover, the status of a Seal with a high Sequence was quite high, so Klein could not summon it successfully in one go. It would often take three to six times. In a fierce battle, this required sufficient opportunities, which was not so easy.

Holding the page with the special texture of "Open the Door", Klein naturally imagined a scene of an illusory door slowly opening.

He chanted in a low voice in the ancient giant language, and soon, a door that was not real enough was outlined on the surface of the gray mist.

The door opened silently, and there was still gray fog behind it.

"Open the door" didn't work... Klein wasn't surprised by this result, but he was still a little disappointed.

He thought about it and decided to try a different approach.

However, just as he was thinking, the illusory door suddenly vibrated.

When Klein was thinking of a solution just now, a picture naturally came to his mind:
The sea of ​​clouds between the two peaks "boiled" rapidly, and separated to the left and right, revealing a dark gap with no visible bottom. The orange-red evening light filled in, forming a real road.

This was the scene created when Ouroboros led them from his own dream into the dream projection of the "Giant King's Court".

Just when Klein felt that he did not have enough understanding of the corresponding ability and was planning to try another method, the "door" suddenly fluctuated again, and then the solidified gray-white mist also "boiled", but not as violently.

They rolled back and separated to the sides, but ahead was still endless gray and white, with no end at all.

Klein sighed inwardly and tried other things while paying attention to controlling his thoughts.

In three minutes, he made at least ten efforts, seven of which were voluntary and three were caused by stress, but none of them could open the invisible barrier.

“It seems that it’s not possible now.” Hermes comforted Klein, “It’s okay. There will be many opportunities in the future. Maybe there are related records in Moon City... By the way, it’s been so long, and the one in Sefirah Castle hasn’t cast his gaze here. It shows that “He” doesn’t pay attention to this place.”

Klein nodded, not feeling too disappointed, but just feeling helpless. Just as he turned around and prepared to continue to Moon City, he saw a little fire light up in the darkness in the distance, quickly approaching from far away.

The leader was an old man wearing dark brown animal skins. He had gray hair that hung down in a messy pattern, and real wrinkles on his face.

“High Priest…” After seeing the other person’s appearance clearly, Klein suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

The visitor was the High Priest Nim of Moon City.

When he was still The Fool, he looked down upon him countless times, but only now were they standing on the ground, at the same height.

Nim walked in front, looked at Klein Moretti and Medici beside him, crossed his hands and saluted:
"Dear guest, I am Nim, the High Priest of Moon City."

“Moon City was once a city of vampires, but that civilization was destroyed in ancient times.

"Afterwards, we accepted the command of the great sun god, the creator of everything, and moved here to guard this gray mist and make corresponding attempts. Even though this land was cursed and the god no longer responded to us, we never gave up.

"Today, three thousand seven hundred and twenty-two years have passed."

TBC
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I thought I was going to get better after having a low fever for a day, but it suddenly went up to 38 degrees. I was so scared that I rushed out to get an IV.

(End of this chapter)