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

Chapter 455 Different Life

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At eight o'clock in the morning, Sharon slowly opened her eyes.

Her blue eyes looked hazily at the gap in the "roof" that was patched with cloth. After a while, she looked away in silence.

Sharon lived in an abandoned carriage, which was relatively intact, so she occupied it by force.

She slept on the carriage seat, which was about half a meter wide and less than two meters long. Sharon put a mattress on the seat and curled up on it to rest when she slept. At other times, she took down the mattress and used it as a cushion and used the seat as a table.

The carriage was so small that Sharon couldn't even stand up straight.

Lift up the seat surface and there is a small cabinet underneath, but Sharon doesn't want to put anything in it because it is dark and damp, which will breed many disgusting bugs.

So she nailed a board on the wall of the small carriage to place her clothes - she only had two sets of clothes, two simple coarse cloth dresses, and a white apron. Everyone only had two sets of clothes to change and a set of standard personal items. The Rose School members who came here had to abide by the creed of "moderation and economy" while working.

Sequence 5s like them have almost endless energy and only need to eat very little, so they are a very popular labor force. Maric was recruited into the engineering team as soon as he arrived. After participating in a series of infrastructure construction work, he built a small wooden house for himself. It was not too big. One wooden frame was a bed, and the other was a table. Although it was extremely rough, at least it had a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Instead of doing jobs like digging, turning the soil, farming, draining sewage and welding pipes, Sharon chose to work at the mill.

During the half month that the construction team was working, the village mill needed manpower, but after the project was completed, the mill could return to a two-person work system and Sharon was no longer needed.

Since the village itself was not large, neither the bakery nor the mill needed workers, and the only work left was in the fields, either working in the sheds with cattle, horses, pigs, or other livestock on the farm.

This work was a bit too much for Sharon and far below her psychological expectations.

She could endure the busy work of the mill and the boring but strenuous work of pushing the mill, but she found it difficult to convince herself to clean up piles of livestock manure every day and to carry large amounts of hay and swill that smelled disgusting.

Just passing by these places, she felt like she was going to pass out from the suffocation.

So she refused, unwilling to participate in the farm or go to the fields. In the end, she exchanged the opportunity of building a house for a job of keeping accounts and copying materials, which made the old village chief even stricter with her.

Originally, when she was busy working at the mill, she had no time to miss her teacher, but now that she had some free time, her teacher began to appear in her dreams from time to time, just like in the past and in her life in the Northern Continent.

Sharon stood up quietly, brushed off the dust on her hair and body, poured water from her kettle, and finished washing outside the carriage.

Then she returned to the carriage, ironed the skirt she was going to wear today with a hot water bottle, dressed neatly, tied an apron, locked the door, and went to the home of the hired villager who entrusted her to copy bills and letters.

Sharon has good handwriting and is proficient in multiple languages. She managed to calculate the accounts of all the small vendors in the village clearly. The villagers were basically illiterate and could only write simple numbers and symbols wherever they could. They had no concept of "clear organization" and could not even remember the date. At the beginning, Sharon had to keep accounts with the help of these villagers, and for this she had to endure the inexplicable anger of those rude and stupid villagers. Over time, Sharon felt that her temper and patience had improved.

When she returned the neatly written and beautiful new account book, she would of course be praised, but she had heard many compliments since she was a child, and she did not feel any sense of identification with the compliments from the country people in her heart.

After a whole month, Maric had become familiar with the neighbors around him, but she still felt like an outsider.

The person who commissioned her was already waiting at home, and had to get up early to feed the chickens and weave. Now that Sharon had arrived, the family had just finished breakfast and had a short break.

"Just give me what you want to copy," Sharon said concisely.

"Okay, the letter you want to copy is from my eldest son."

This family was considered well-off in the village, with tables, chairs and furniture. The farmer's wife carefully took out a notebook from a wooden box, then took out a few yellowed papers from the notebook and handed them all to Sharon.

Sharon nodded, then came out with her own mat and chair.

"Can you write like him?" the hostess poked her head out of the door.

Controlling muscles and imitating handwriting is not difficult for Extraordinary People. Sharon did not speak, but just nodded and copied seriously.

"girl."

Perhaps because Sharon was young, the hostess was more concerned about her and shouted again before leaving the house:
"Have you had breakfast? I have some tortillas at home."

Sharon thought about it and shook her head.

Time passed slowly. When it was almost noon, the hostess who came back from the fields saw Sharon still writing seriously at the door, so she couldn't help but come over to take a look. She compared the bill with her son's letter, and after several minutes she exclaimed:

"Girl, although I can't read, your handwriting is much more beautiful than my son's."

Sharon responded to the compliment: “Thank you.”

"Girl, can you teach my little son to write?" the hostess asked again, with desire in her voice, "There is no teacher in the village, and the town is too far away, and I can't afford the daily tuition..."

Sharon said nothing. She stopped copying for a moment and looked up at the hostess with dark and red skin. Behind the hostess stood a child about seven or eight years old, barefoot, with mud all over his feet and rolled-up trouser legs, just like everyone here.

Knowledge and writing are indeed the easiest way to cross classes...So, teach the children here to write?
Sharon suddenly realized that this matter might be considered as part of her own merit. At the same time, compared with working on the farm or farming in the fields, this was easier and more decent, and it met her requirements for work and life.

But she didn't agree and decided to ask the village chief first.

"I'll think about it," Sharon said softly.

……

The next day, before noon, another group of Moon City residents, led by a priest named Duke, came to German Sparrow's campfire to listen to his preaching, share mushrooms with him, and wait for purification.

This team is completely opposite to the previous one, without Amon.

"Amon is probably starting to divide inside Moon City." The Outer God caught a few more poisonous mushrooms to play with and looked at Klein. "Why don't you go in earlier? Aren't you planning to save the people of Moon City? If you go too late, I'm afraid there won't be anyone left alive."

"...If Amon wanted to torture me, there would be no one alive yesterday." Klein said calmly, "Compared to 'parasitism', 'puppetization' may be more deadly. I will find a way."

"Oh." The Outer God said, "He will invite you to Moon City soon, so you should be ready."

Klein was startled: "Divination?"

"secret."

After the Moon City residents were baptized one by one and burst into tears, Klein looked around and asked casually:

"The Sun God asked you to stay here and watch out for anyone coming out of the fog?"

"Yes." Duke, who was cured of his edema, knew that the high priest had mentioned this matter to the messenger in front of him, and answered calmly.

Klein nodded slightly and asked another question following the topic:
"If you really find someone walking out of the fog, what will you do?"

Duke did not hesitate and said directly:

"Immediately recite the honorable name of the great Sun God and report this matter to Him..."

As he spoke, his tone became very low, and in the end, he could not even finish his words, because the Sun God, the Creator, had not responded for more than two thousand years. Even though Moon City held the most complete ceremony and recited the honorific name repeatedly, they did not get any feedback. In the end, He finally responded to them, but he told them to change their beliefs and follow the "Fool".

"Besides this?" Klein asked sharply.

This was both a revelation of spiritual intuition and the result of reasoning to a certain extent. Obviously, the Ancient Sun God and the Creator of Silver City would not fail to consider one problem, a possibility, that is, the person who walked out of the gray mist was very careful and cautious. He did not like being watched or monitored. After discovering the Moon City patrol team, he tended to use his extraordinary abilities to influence their minds, making them forget that they had seen him and forget to recite his honorable name.

Faced with this situation, the ancient sun god should have made certain arrangements.

Of course, this is not absolute. If Amon's father could accurately foresee that the person walking out of the gray mist was a novice, there would be no need to say too much in the oracle.

However, considering that this ancient sun god and creator of Silver City had even predicted incorrectly where he would emerge from the gray-white mist, Klein was skeptical about the above possibility.

Duke thought about it, hesitated and said:
"Greet the man and tell him one word."

Klein suddenly perked up, but he remained calm and asked:

"What word?"

Duke moved his lips a few times, as if imitating pronunciation, and then he said in a strange tone:
“Chernobyl.”

…Klein’s mind froze for a second, and then he had a strange doubt: Chernobyl? What Chernobyl?

Then, he immediately realized: Are there relics from the Old Age nearby? And is it Chernobyl?
……

In the woods of East Chester County, Loen Kingdom.

Farmers from nearby villages gather here to pick the strange mushrooms that grow on tree roots, rotten wood and bushes.

According to the laws of the kingdom, this woodland and everything growing within it should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall. However, the protracted war, the collection of grain, and the high taxes have made the farmers no longer care about breaking the law. That is something they need to consider only in order to survive. Moreover, the more people get involved, the bolder they will become.

They formed small teams and picked mushrooms efficiently, dividing the mushrooms, which were covered with gold stars or had fat patterns, into two parts: a small part for their own consumption and a large part for sale to food merchants waiting outside the forest in exchange for gold pounds to buy salt, cloth and other necessities. These farmers did not go too far, and in addition to mushrooms, they only took a portion of the fruits on the trees, leaving enough for the forest keepers to hand over.

In just two or three hours, the farmers sold a large amount of mushrooms and fruits, put away the gold pounds, carried their rations, and returned to their respective villages with smiles on their faces.

For them, everything that happened today was what they wanted to do and achieved the intended purpose.

The bearded grain merchant was equally happy because these were unexpected gains and under the current circumstances, they could make him a lot of money.

He and his workers moved a large number of mushrooms and fruits to a processing point outside the city, processed them accordingly, and then put them all into the warehouse.

As a meticulous businessman, he checked the warehouse again after sending the workers away, and only closed and locked the door himself after confirming that everything was correct.

Just then, he saw a thick stack of cash on the ground, all in denominations of 10 pounds.

"When did I lose so much money?" The grain merchant bent down thankfully and picked up the stack of bills.

While counting, he suddenly remembered where the money came from:
They are the proceeds from selling the mushroom powder, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits!

"What a generous offer!" The bearded businessman sighed with satisfaction and turned to leave the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, Audrey, wearing a light blue dress, lifted her "psychological invisibility" and took out a black bag.

This was the "traveler's bag" she rented from "Judgment" Hugh.

Then, Audrey, with her blonde hair simply tied up, easily poured bags of food into the black pockets.

After doing all this, she took out a copper-green notebook with a hard cover and turned to the page that recorded "teleportation".

This is "Lemano's Travel Notes" from "Magician" Fors.

And everything that happened before was secretly manipulated by Audrey.

She first gave the fast-growing mushrooms provided by the "Hermit" lady to the animals in the woods, and with their help, she "planted" them all in the appropriate places. Then, she "influenced" the farmers in the surrounding villages in large numbers, strengthening their inner desires and enabling them to overcome their fear of the law. The grain merchant and his employees "happened" to pass by and discovered this.

This kind of "manipulation" of people's hearts is addictive, just like the master of all spirits, but Audrey did not smile at all, but sighed softly:

"It's still not enough... there's still a lot, a lot less..."

The mushrooms she got were not the type that the little "Sun" said could absorb the flesh and blood of monsters to grow and reproduce. They needed enough nutrients from the environment to grow quickly. Therefore, this piece of woodland could not grow mushrooms for a second time in the short term, otherwise it would likely become a desert.

Staring at the empty and deflated cloth bags, Audrey's green eyes flickered for a moment, and she couldn't help thinking:
"A large amount of food is concentrated in the hands of the church, the royal family, the military, the government, the nobility and big businessmen..."

"I don't know how many times I'll have to move to get enough luggage with just the 'traveler's bag'...

"It's very dangerous to 'manipulate' nobles, big businessmen, and the military. If you're not careful, you'll be discovered...

"If it weren't for the fact that there is no cheap food sold in large quantities outside of food factories, I might never have known that some people have that side..."

"Everyone wears a different personality mask in different environments and situations. I have to pay attention to this in the future..."

Suddenly, she felt a little depressed again.

Because she knew that even if she collected a large amount of food, it could only provide safety for the disabled soldiers and children in the foundation she was protecting for a period of time, and it might even only be enough for these people to eat for about a month. After that, there would be no other way.

"The war hasn't really started yet..." Audrey closed her eyes, totally unsure of what else she could do.

She had heard from Ms. Hermit that the essence of the wars during this period was a war between gods, and they would continue to be wars between gods in the future. The prelude to a war between gods was always the same, which was to spend a certain amount of time and energy to shake the opponent's anchor.

After thinking about it, Audrey pursed her lips and decided to start with what she could do.

As the page of notes emitted a hazy glow, her figure quickly became transparent and disappeared.

TBC
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"elder brother."

Clovis Montemar looked up and saw his sister walking towards him in a priest's robe, like a ray of walking sunshine.

The eldest son of the Marquis narrowed his eyes and gave his sister a gentle smile:

"Dear Irena, you are the real treasure of the family."

A saint respected by the church, a genuine and powerful demigod, this is more real wealth than any gold, factories, shares and land, and is the real support for a powerful aristocratic family to maintain its long-term stability and status.

Ms. D, Irena Montemar stopped in front of her eldest brother. She first politely thanked her brother for his compliments, and then exchanged a few simple pleasantries: "How is your life in the army recently?"

The eldest daughter of the Marquis joined the church, and the eldest son, who had no extraordinary talents, decided to follow the normal aristocratic route and tried to build a good relationship with the current national military organization "War Red". Clovis recalled the devilish training of the army and smiled bitterly:
"I feel like I did a terrible job, sister! I must apologize for my previous recklessness. Those officers, I mean the real officers in 'War Red', are all genuine 'conspirators', much better than a playboy like me who only knows a little bit about political struggle... Now, the only way to maintain the image of our family is for me to work hard in military training and show my sincerity."

Irena looked at her brother and couldn't help but raise her lips slightly: "Are you regretting becoming a hunter?"

"Yes, a little. Hunters need to go to the battlefield, and I think I lack talent in this area... Continuing to advance in this path will not make me live longer, but will make me die more easily."

Clovis made a joke and didn't dwell on this topic: "The family already has you, I just need to maintain and develop it. By the way, sister, what do you want to see me about?"

"Our relative in the Loen Empire wrote to me again."

Irena took out an envelope from her sleeve. "It's from the Countess of the Hall family. You know, the second son of this family is dead, otherwise he would have come here to be the lord of our territory in the east. Now the Count has made up his mind and is ready to find a way to get his daughter to Intis to inherit part of the assets he has divided among us... Do you think it's necessary to tell father about this?"

"She even knew to let her daughter inherit some of her assets...she still has some brains."

Clovis nodded slightly, not taking it seriously: "A countess wants to come here? Are you planning to ask us to arrange a marriage for her?"

"Earl Hall hopes not," Irena said. "He wants his daughter to have the opportunity to make her own choice, but the Countess hinted that if there must be an engagement, she hopes it will be with a Viscount."

"...Haha, a young lady from a count's family who is in trouble and begs us to take her in, can she hope to get a title?" Clovis joked in a sarcastic tone, "Of course, of course, in Trier, this is possible - as long as the lady is beautiful enough, maybe I will fall in love with her, right? What we lack the least here is beautiful women, and beautiful women who want to reach a higher position."

"But it's a bit of a pipe dream to want to find a viscount to get engaged. However, there is a powerful viscount in my faction who is over fifty years old and lost his wife in the flood. Oh, his son is also dead. Maybe this is the opportunity for the countess."

Irena listened to her brother's sarcasm with good ladylike manners, and then she sighed softly:

"That lady is 19 years old."

Clovis still didn't agree: "So?"

"She is Sequence Five."

The eldest son of the Marquis's eyes suddenly widened. "Sister, she is nineteen years old, younger than you, Sequence Five. You said she is already Sequence Five?"

"Yes, brother."

Seeing her brother's expression so out of control, Irena couldn't help but laugh. "She's very beautiful, very smart, and she's at Sequence 5—and her path also exists in our church, which is 'audience'! Brother, do you think she's a wild Beyonder without a guide? She can get to this point at this age, will there be no lack of opportunities to open the door to divinity and become a demigod in the future?"

A Sequence Five with a promising future...

Worth attracting!!
Clovis coughed, then immediately straightened his attitude and put on a friendly smile.

"Please forgive my earlier indiscretion with your friend, sister."

The eldest son of the Marquis had already mastered the skills of dealing with people. He quickly changed his mindset. The value of the Countess in his heart quickly surpassed that of her father, and even the property that her father had divided:

"When did this beautiful lady come to Trier?"

"As a distant relative worthy of trust, and as a distinguished guest coming from afar, I have to greet you personally."

Irena looked at her brother's expression and suddenly laughed:

"Remember to control your thoughts when the time comes. Your desire to win her over is already written on your face - she will see through it. However, nothing can really be hidden from a 'mind reader'..."

"I see."

Clovis adjusted his expression and winked at his sister. "Don't forget to say a few good words for me, sister. By the way, don't let her get in touch with the old marquis and our brother. Or, let them get in touch more, so that she will know who is more worthy of choice."

(End of this chapter)