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

Chapter 447 People on the Stage
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"Next, will you go to Moon City with me?"

Hearing the high priest's words, Klein half-turned around and pointed at the solidified gray fog with the lantern in his hand:
"When did you start trying to open this barrier? What did you gain?"

He was basically certain that the high priest was just parasitized, and his mind was not being controlled, nor was he deceiving him. At the same time, Klein once again took the cross from Medici's hand and made it emit a warm golden light like the sun.

The Beyonders of Moon City stared at the golden cross in Klein's hand. Their eyes and faces were dyed golden by the light. They knew that this was the Lord's item, but they also knew that this was probably the Lord's relic.

This way, no matter what the reason, the high priest could not lie to him.

High Priest Nim said frankly:
"It was originally an oracle from the Lord, who told us to try to find a way through this fog while keeping watch."

"After the earth was cursed, we took this as our main direction in order to find hope, but we never gained anything substantial. No matter what method we used, this piece of solidified fog did not respond..."

At this point, Nim hesitated and said:

“It’s not that there’s no reaction at all, but it’s not the reaction we want.”

Klein saw hope and spoke at a normal speed, asking:
"What was the reaction?"

Nim said: "More than 1,730 years ago, the high priest at that time had an inspiration when faced with the cruel fact that Moon City had been trying for nearly 2,000 years without any results."

“He felt that he couldn’t simply treat this fog as a barrier that needed to be opened, or a seal that needed to be broken, but rather as a great existence.”

"He designed a name, prayers and corresponding symbols for this piece of fog, and held ceremonies here again and again, trying to communicate and pray."

...This is really an idea that normal people would never think of... I just didn't think of it... As expected, after so many years, Moon City must have produced many people with peculiar thinking... More than three thousand years of time are not given in vain... Klein felt a sense of emotion in his heart and nodded slightly:
“And was there any feedback afterwards?”

Nim replied in the affirmative with a nasal voice, and then said:

"Once, the high priest changed the first sentence of the honorific name to 'Eternal Mist...' Then, during the following ceremony, he vaguely heard a series of sounds coming from the depths of the mist at the end. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear them clearly and couldn't try to interpret the specific meaning."

"From then until now, we have held countless ceremonies, and we have found that not every time there is a response, and even if there is a response, it may not be so timely, so we need to wait patiently."

"You came up with a name for the seal?" Medici was surprised. "That's great. What's wrong with the brain of your high priest?"

So this gray mist is a seal? You seem to know more than us... Nim glanced at the red-haired man in confusion, not sure whether he was praising or belittling him, so he nodded and said nothing.

Klein's mind raced as he asked, "What's the matter?"
“How many times will it take to succeed?”

"There is no pattern. Sometimes we succeed in one try, but sometimes we may not get any feedback even after a month." High Priest Nim sighed, "We have made many improvements, but none of them worked."

“Did you hear clearly what those voices said later?” Klein asked.

"No, maybe our sequence is not high enough, and our strength is not strong enough." Nim shook his head.

If that's the reason, then I can give it a try... Klein pondered for a few seconds and asked politely:

"Please tell me the time, approximate location and materials of your ceremony. I would like to give it a try."

……

Colin looked at the young man in front of him calmly and said in a calm tone:
"Derrick, you came to the library of the Round Tower again today. You were here yesterday as well. What are you looking for?"

Derrick was suddenly called by his name and reflexively put down the hardcover book in his hand with a dazed look in his eyes.

After hearing what the chief said, he tried his best to think, but he felt that he was just repeating the process of "coming to the round tower - looking for something - leaving the round tower". He himself was also very strange, he had been looking for something, but he actually forgot what he was looking for.

An old man and a young boy stood between the bookshelves of the Round Tower Library, less than two meters apart.

"I...I should be...looking for something..."

Colin nodded and asked again: "What are you looking for?"

"Since last week, you've been coming here every day, staying for a few hours and then leaving. Sometimes it's me or other elders who talk to you, but you seem to have no memory of your previous visits, and every time you come, it's like it's your first time."

"Today is the fifth day." After the sunrise and sunset, Silver City also received a clock sent by The Fool from the outside world, which can record the changes of time and date more accurately. Colin paused, his tone unchanged, "Recall carefully what you have forgotten."

What did you forget? Derrick's eyes froze for a moment, and he couldn't believe his ears:

"I... come here every day?"

Colin looked at him in silence.

Derrick was a little unsure of what the Chief meant - there was only one person in the City of Silver who could do such a thing, but they couldn't rashly say the other person's name - they all felt that the current scene was inexplicably familiar, and some strange images vaguely emerged in his mind, which were the process of him entering the round tower again and again, reminding him of the "cycles" he experienced when he met Jack a long time ago.

Is it His Highness the "Angel of Destiny" who trapped me?
But…Why did He ask me to come to the library every day? What was He looking for?
Derrick was puzzled. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Nothing had happened in the City of Silver recently, and the prayers to the Lord and the Fool and some small sacrificial activities had never gone wrong. Why would the "Angel of Destiny" who had never interfered in the internal affairs of the City of Silver suddenly take action and use the "cycle" to hint at him?
But after experiencing so many things, Derrick was no longer a simple teenager. He quickly looked at the ancient book in his hand - it was a general textbook about the history of Silver City. He blinked, and it seemed that an inspiration slipped away from his mind quickly.

Derrick turned to the chief and asked seriously:

"Chief, may I ask what books I have been reading in the library these days?"

Colin looked into Derrick's eyes, then looked at the general education textbook in his hand:

"Just this one."

"?"

"You come here every day, return to this place, open this book, and stare at the contents inside in a daze." Colin Iliad said slowly, "This is one of the reasons why I think you are trapped in a 'loop'... You always repeat the same actions."

"..."

Derrick's eyes widened.

The Chief did not seem to be affected by the "loop" and was even able to observe and summarize his behavior patterns. The Chief's implication was simply that he should think carefully about it. What he was looking for must be in this book, but only he knew it.

Derrick immediately lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand.

He saw that the mythology and history textbook in his hand was exactly the one he had borrowed a long time ago for the other members of the Tarot Club to study. There were light fingernail marks on the edges of the pages where he had left them to take notes.

The page currently on which he was standing also described the records of the ancestors of the City of Silver about "the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God", and briefly introduced the "eight 'Angel Kings' surrounding the Lord"... Derrick had learned the names of these people with the help of "The Fool", and passed on the truth of the "Great Cataclysm" to the Chief, which was also content that they were very familiar with.

There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with this page… Derrick read it carefully several times but didn’t find any clues.

What exactly does the "Angel of Destiny" want to hint to me?
"…The Lord is surrounded by eight angel kings, and it is recorded that they are called…"

Derrick frowned and read the entire page again. He stared at the unfinished words at the end of the page, and finally turned the page over hesitantly.

——The first line reads "Angel of Time".

Derrick stared at the words, thinking, silent, and finally, slowly closed the book.

"Angel of Time"? Amon?

Did Amon appear in the City of Silver again? Why was it not Mr. Fool who sent the warning this time, but the Angel of Destiny who should be under the command of the same master who was reminding him?

Too many bad thoughts flashed through Derrick's mind. Derrick looked at the chief standing not far from him, and suddenly he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

——Can the Chief be trusted?

Could it be that the Chief has been parasitized by Amon?
Was he asking me about something abnormal, or was he testing me to see if I had noticed Amon?

The lack of intelligence was terrifying. Derrick's scalp was numb. He didn't know what kind of expression he should use to look at Chief Colin. At the same time, he thought of something else - if this was a "cycle", how many times had he realized that something was wrong? "What's wrong with you?" Colin looked at him strangely.

“Nothing.” Derrick licked his lips, his voice a little dry, “Nothing…”

Colin looked at Derrick suspiciously, but didn't ask him any questions. Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, he turned around and left quietly.

Derrick's Adam's apple rolled. He wasn't sure if his idea was right, but he didn't dare to keep his guess to himself. So, after Colin left, he quickly moved his fingers and inadvertently left a small scratch under the name "Time Angel".

Then he closed the book and put it neatly on the bookshelf.

……

After trying again and again, as the altar projection disappeared, Moon City High Priest Nim considered and said to Gehrman Sparrow who was holding the strange lantern:
"If it doesn't work today, you can try again tomorrow. The longest time will not exceed two months."

At this moment, Klein's mind was filled with another question:
Could it be that the ceremony failed because of the perfunctory use of historical porous images?
He reflected deeply on himself and decided to listen to the High Priest of Yuecheng and try again tomorrow. By then, he would make sure the other party brought real materials.

He was about to nod when a faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The sound came from the depths of the gray fog, layer upon layer, vague and extremely fuzzy.

Is it effective? This ritual really works, but the delay is too high... Klein was delighted. He immediately raised his right hand and pressed it down slightly, signaling the Beyonders of Moon City not to speak.

He then held his breath, gathered his thoughts, and began to listen attentively.

The sound echoing in the gray fog seemed to come from multiple different sources, intertwined with each other, sometimes interfering with each other, canceling each other out, and sometimes overlapping and resonating.

Gradually, the sound became clearer in Klein's ears, especially when it resonated.

It seemed to be a language he was familiar with, as if countless people were chanting a name together.

That name is:

"Blessings be to the Heavenly Lord Xuanhuang."

"........."

When he heard the sounds coming from deep in the gray fog, Klein shuddered slightly, and the back of his head instantly went numb.

This feeling quickly spread to his head and every part of his body, causing tiny bumps to appear on the surface of his skin.

This was the second time he heard the name "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" from "someone else" in the real world!
On the edge of the legendary "Western Continent," outside his disappeared hometown, Klein heard for the first time in the real world the spell that caused him to "cross over," heard one of the most important secrets hidden deep in his heart, and heard the Eastern honorable name that referred to an unknown being.

He stood there, his mind almost blank, his ears echoing with the sometimes vague and sometimes clear chanting and shouting:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

When the sounds became quieter and quieter until they almost disappeared, Klein finally regained his senses.

As a false god who had done a lot of "bad things", his first reaction was:
"I changed 'Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun' to 'The Yellow and Black King Who Controls Good Luck'. Will I be punished by the gods?"

Many strange thoughts popped up in Klein's mind uncontrollably. Then, he tilted his head calmly, wanting to see if the Beyonders and others in Moon City had heard the prayer that had just come from the gray fog.

The moment he turned his head, Klein's expression suddenly froze.

He saw the Beyonder from Moon City rub his eyes, then he squinted his eyes, took out a monocle from his pocket, wiped it, and put it on his right eye.

“…” Klein felt a little numb. He temporarily forgot about everything else and stared straight at the Extraordinary.

High Priest Nim sensed the abnormality of the divine messenger. He looked back and explained to Klein:
"This is a decoration that has become popular in our Moon City recently."

"It can also be used as an auxiliary device to treat eye diseases... It is said that this is one of the items of the Fool. We all like it very much."

The last sentence the high priest added was out of place, and it was obviously said to curry favor with the messenger of The Fool. But when Klein heard it, he got goose bumps on his back and even his hair stood on end.

He looked at the plain-looking Beyonder and felt that every expression, every movement, and even the slightest fluctuations of the corners of his mouth, seemed to have turned into Amon's sneer.

TBC
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Southern Continent.

"You said that the food factory over there is willing to sell some of the compressed grain that was squeezed and is about to expire at a low price?"

Richard crossed out the document in his hand and answered Audrey without even looking up, "The name of the food factory you said you wanted to buy is... Oh, go buy it—go buy it, hahahaha, but buy a portion first, don't buy too much, and show it to me when you get back."

Letty Orr didn't understand why, but she smiled when she heard that the angel was willing to help her control the quality of food:
"Thank you."

Then she looked around the room and did not see Tawfik.

The saint had recovered, having recovered last week, but was still unwilling to appear where Letty Orr was.

"Anything else?" Richard looked busy.

There was a little noise outside, as if something was going on. Letty quickly shook her head and smoothed the wrinkles of the light-colored apron on her knees with her hands: "No, I'm going to go to the hospital to continue working. By the way, please continue to pay more attention to Katya's affairs. She is a very good child and can do handicrafts."

Richard flipped through the document which was all written in Tutankhamun. Audrey had never learned this language and could not understand the contents. She could only judge from Richard's expression that the contents did not seem to be something she would like to see.

"Oh, I know what you mean."

Richard nodded. "I've been thinking about the factory. Gathering the girls together and letting them learn manual labor and make handicrafts is the best way, but we don't have much money right now... Well, when I have money, I will send a resentful soul to build a factory school."

Letty breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

She stood up and prepared to leave, then she saw Richard stood up first and threw the three documents in his hand out of the window.

"A middle-class noble who plunders the people to curry favor with the Northern Continent, a plantation owner who sells out his country and sends money and slaves to the Northern Continent, and a man who pays his workers only 6% of their wages at most and doesn't even pay for work-related injuries."

"The family fortune is not small, adding up to more than 500,000 pounds... I'm so happy, it's finally time to settle accounts with these guys!"

The Angel of Temperance stood up and stretched, a sunny smile on his face.

He seemed to be doing something he had been waiting for for a long time, and his whole body exuded a happy atmosphere that could make small flowers bloom on the ruins. Richard walked leisurely to the bedside, looking at the bustling people on the street below. The three documents he threw out fell down like three pigeons, attracting the attention of the excited crowd below. Under the gaze of the people, the white pigeons turned into hemp ropes, accurately hanging the three people standing on the high platform and hanging them on the protrusions of the buildings on both sides of the street.

Under the action of the enormous force, with just a click, the spines of the three people were all broken instantly, and their necks suddenly grew longer.

The broken spine was barely connected by skin and flesh, and the tongue stuck out uncontrollably, stretching longer and longer along with the neck.

"After the liquidation of the property, we will go back and distribute it to each household according to the list of poor households and workers. There are no street lights... no street lights! Modernization construction must also be put on the agenda. Send people over to learn some technology from Intis. Without street lights, it feels like something is missing..."

"Well, the child of this family is still young. She hasn't enjoyed her parents' dirty money for a few years. She should be sent to an orphanage for a good education. According to the usual practice, when she grows up, she will be told the real situation of her family and allowed to make her own choice. The only son of this family has already inherited part of the family property? Very good, very good. Catch her and make her work for 20 years, undergo labor reform, and deprive her of political rights for life. The results of the reform will determine whether she will become a civilian or..."

Richard yawned and waved to Letty who was stunned:

"Help me get that pile over there, too."

"Well, today I'll put up all the rich people I've saved for a long time. Don't stand there in a daze, it will save time."