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

Chapter 466 Trading
751
Backlund, twelve o'clock in the morning, in a small apartment in the East District.

Emlyn White, who had been resting during the day, woke up and was quite confused about the dream he had just had.

He seemed to dream of Lilith, the ancestor of the vampire clan!

In his dream, he seemed to be walking in a forest. The treetops above his head blocked the sky, and faint red moonlight sprinkled through the gaps.

Later, Emlyn came to an open space and saw the crimson moon in the sky and a pair of huge bat wings that covered half of the crimson moon.

In the legend of the vampires, this is one of the symbols of the ancient goddess Lilith.

Then, excitedly, he flew high into the sky to get closer to the red moon, but unexpectedly discovered that the open space under his feet seemed to have strange patterns. Emlyn looked down from mid-air and found that the orderly fallen grass actually formed a wonderful pattern on the open space. He kept seeing this pattern these days - it turned out to be the holy emblem of the "Mother Earth" Church!

He looked up at the sky again in astonishment and found that the red moon had become distant at some point, while the darkness in the distance was illuminated by the red moonlight, revealing a building that looked like a church.

Emlyn woke up naturally when he dreamed of this. As a vampire viscount, he had basic dream analysis skills:
"It was my troubles during this period that led to this dream..."

"I am indeed the one favored by the First Ancestor, but why is the Mother Goddess also... Praise, praise you, the source of life, the mother of all things! Thank you, First Ancestor!... They are hinting to me that if I want to have the opportunity to be promoted to the 'Witch King', I should consider going to the church... Which church? The moon is far away, and the outline of the church appears in the night. Could it be that the First Ancestor is really hinting that I should join the 'Mother Earth Goddess' Church..."

"Did the First Ancestor abandon me? No, no, perhaps this is an agreement between the two gods."

Emlyn didn't think about anything else, but it was still difficult to completely convert to the Church of the Earth Mother. Utravsky didn't use the "Heart Nightmare Candle" to give him psychological hints to convert, so Emlyn didn't know where his admiration for the Mother Goddess came from.

But since God had already arranged a future for him, involving the opportunity to be promoted to Sequence 4, Emlyn turned over and sat up with hope, piously praising the Mother Earth and the First Ancestor, and prepared to take out the letter to take a look at it again.

At this moment, Emlyn keenly felt a familiar smell approaching his residence. It was "Judgment", Hugh.

He stopped walking towards the desk, stood there, straightened his clothes, and put on his coat.

Sure enough, not long after, the footsteps gradually went upstairs, and there was a knock on his door. Xio's voice came from outside:
"Mr. Moon, Miss Justice has responded to your request."

Hearing this, Emlyn's mouth corners suddenly lifted up, revealing a happy smile: "Okay, please wait for me in the cafe downstairs."

The person outside the door knocked on the door again in response, and then walked away gradually.

"My luck seems pretty good... If I can get some information from Miss Justice, then maybe I won't have to think about converting... After all, the Earth Mother Church only invited me, and it was a thank-you invitation, so I can't bring my parents..."

Emlyn's mood improved significantly. He quickly changed into his going-out clothes, tied his bow tie, put on his hat, and walked quickly out the door and down the stairs.

A few minutes later.

"Eighty thousand pounds?!"

Emlyn looked at the beautifully written note in his hand, his eyes almost popped out: "Isn't this robbery? Robbery in blatant form!"

Opposite him, Fors and Xio looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

"Calm down, Mr. Moon, your voice is a little too loud." Fors whispered to comfort him.

"Fortunately, I have isolated the inside and outside of this private room, otherwise people outside would definitely hear your voice." Xio added seriously.

"But - a Sequence 4 Beyonder characteristic costs eighty thousand pounds -"

His entire net worth is less than 4! Even if he was sold, he still couldn't make up that number! Emlyn's voice was still high, and he couldn't calm down at all. Although everything related to Sequence was indeed in short supply, and this price was not outrageous without a reference, he still immediately fell into despair:

"I heard about something before. Mr. A from the Aurora Society collected incomplete formulas for Sequence 4 and was willing to reward anyone who provided the true information with pounds. So I don't want the Beyonder characteristics anymore. Can I just have the complete formula?"

"This……"

Fors looked at Emlyn awkwardly and pointed to the short message Audrey had written in his hand. "Mr. Moon, that's the complete answer. I don't know anything else."

Emlyn had no choice but to read the letter hastily. Unfortunately, this "Justice" lady who was able to contact the extraordinary forces in the southern continent did not give the option of the formula. She said regretfully, "There is no formula, nor an incomplete formula. Only the seal can be sold. If you need it, you can also pay 80,000 pounds and hire a strong man from this force to help you capture the Witch King Karaman alive."

At the same time, he noticed that he had not seen it clearly just now. The extraordinary characteristics only cost 30,000 pounds, and 80,000 was to capture Karaman alive.

But whether it is 30,000 or 80,000, it is the lowest price.

"...Miss Justice's energy is truly amazing. Please convey my gratitude to you two."

Emlyn was horrified and felt that this was a threat.

He suspected that if he couldn't pay, he would be captured alive by the next Beyonder who could pay the full amount, just as the letter said.

"Ok."

Fors tried to drink a sip of coffee from a café in the East District, but frowned at the cheap taste. He took a sip and didn't touch it again. Xio didn't have any other expression or movement. He sat in a chair seriously, looking more like he was here to participate in an interrogation than to drink tea.

"If you intend to accept the conditions, then I will reply to Miss Justice." Xio said without any emotion.

"Perhaps I need to trouble you two to make another trip for me."

Emlyn smiled awkwardly. In the eyes of the world, vampires are all rich, just like dragons, they are synonymous with longevity and wealth. There are many adventure novels about defeating dragons to gain fame and treasure, and there are also many novels about destroying vampire castles. But what does the wealth of vampires have to do with Emlyn, a young vampire? Even if he sold all the dolls and clothes he had collected so far, he still couldn't raise the huge sum of 50,000 pounds!
Fors smiled in understanding and showed a look of sympathy. She considerately took out a pen and paper from her small bag:

“Please write it down directly.”

"Thank you." Emlyn was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

He took the paper and pen, and quickly wrote down a thank you note to Miss Justice. Then he tactfully and honestly explained that he really couldn't come up with so much money at the moment, and asked if she could give him some information about the "Witch King". If all else failed, he could go to the Southern Continent.

Having written this, Emlyn suddenly noticed something.

"Which extraordinary force in the southern continent is this?"

"There are only the Rose School, the Original Moon Believers, some witch sects, and the Church of Death in the southern continent. Which one of them did Miss Justice come into contact with? Hmm... I heard that Mr. Fool has an Angel of Death under his command. Could it be the Church of Death?"

"So if I go to the Southern Continent and seek help from the 'Magician' lady, should I go directly to the Balam Empire?"

Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief. The Highland Kingdom had been rebuilt in the northern part of the Southern Continent. The remnants of the small kingdoms that had perished had merged together and were completely ruled by the Rose School. Emlyn had some feelings for Sharon and Maric, and if possible, he wouldn't mind rescuing them, but obviously, he didn't have the ability to do so. He could only pray that they wouldn't suffer too horribly.

……

Marichi, who had just finished planting corn and beans, suddenly felt an itchy nose and sneezed loudly, knocking off a leaf.

He rubbed his nose and straightened the crooked vine. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard the villagers standing on the ridge shouting:
"time to eat!"

"Dinner is ready! Those who come late won't get any watermelon!"

“Big, crunchy, sweet watermelon!”

Maric immediately jumped up, turned in the air and headed straight for the lunch stand in the distance. On the wooden table over there, red and green watermelons had been cut, exuding an irresistible temptation in the shade.

In a small town more than ten kilometers away, Sharon, who was teaching a few children to write in a wooden house, pursed her lips and suppressed the sneeze.

She walked to the podium and wrote a word on the simple blackboard: "Very good, next, let's learn the next word..."

……

“I didn’t expect that the Beyonder characteristic of a demigod would cost more than 30,000 pounds. It’s really scary.”

After bidding farewell to Emlyn and leaving the East District with his reply, Fors couldn't help but say to Xio, "Fortunately, I have a teacher. As long as I digest it, the teacher will directly provide me with potions. Otherwise, the books I wrote would definitely not be enough to buy materials, and I would not be able to afford food."

"By the way, Xio, what are you going to do with your potions in the future? Will you still find the ingredients yourself?" Xio was a little slow to react, and after a few seconds he answered, "...MI9 will also provide me with potions, so I can be promoted steadily."

"MI9 is ​​unlikely to allow you to be promoted to a demigod. They will definitely leave this opportunity to someone within the organization."

Xio still didn't react much: "We'll see when the time comes."

Fors adjusted her hair and walked slowly on the street with Xiou. She turned her head inadvertently and unexpectedly saw two people who seemed to be plainclothes policemen escorting a person with spiritual brilliance away in the alley. Fors couldn't help but say, "The search for Beyonders is still very strict now. The Church of the God of Thunder is very cruel to wild Beyonders... Some time ago, for some reason, many 'lawyers' and 'arbitrators' lost control and were arrested. I'm glad you're okay, Xiou."

Xio's eyes were fixed on the landmark building "The Clock of Order" in the distance, and he said "hmm" casually.

Fors was already accustomed to her friend's indifferent reaction. The journey back was still long, so she continued to chatter:
"It seems that there has been some discussion within the Abraham family recently, discussing whether to move to Intis and join the new god there—the former Hidden Sage, now the God of Mysteries. After all, Abraham also prospered in Intis two hundred years ago."

"Hey, it seems that Teacher Dorian is unwilling to go because of me, but I still hope that he can be with the rest of the family..."

"Hidden Sage..."

"The God of Mysteries... The Demon of Knowledge..."

Xio muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

752
The sun hangs in the sky.

Klein allowed his body to be controlled by Amon and walked forward, his eyes gradually becoming darker.

Although he felt that he might not be able to return to "home" as early as when he saw the map, but later he confirmed this from the mouth of the real creator and found that this world was his hometown, he still felt that his hope was completely shattered and the dawn was swallowed up by darkness.

"But I finally found out. Otherwise, I might have gone crazy just like I did before."

"If you go crazy in front of Amon, you're doomed."

"In fact, the name 'The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Era' was probably a revelation from my spiritual intuition... In the deepest part of my heart, I may have a little awareness... Oh, I remember that I 'traveled' through time while I was sleeping. Why was I wearing a T-shirt and casual pants while suspended in the 'cocoon'?" Klein frowned slightly, eager to enter the ancient mist to find the answer.

But he still couldn't control his body. He could only try his best to mobilize his spirituality and do simple dream divination. While divination, he tried hard to recall every detail of that night.

Finally, Klein found the corresponding historical fragment:

Zhou Mingrui, wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, set up a "lucky luck ceremony" before dinner. He walked four steps backwards and chanted spells such as "Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Xian Zun".

In Klein's memory, nothing happened at that time, but the scene in the historical footage was not like that!

After Zhou Mingrui walked four steps and completed the ceremony, his face turned pale and his eyes became dull.

Next, he ate, read, watched TV series, and played with his phone in a slightly jerky manner, seemingly completing a scheduled routine.

Finally, Zhou Mingrui came to the sink, looked at his lifeless eyes in the mirror, brushed his teeth and washed his face woodenly, and went to bed.

During this process, he did not change out of the T-shirt and casual pants he wore when going out. He just covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.

Not long after, strong light and violent shaking ended the corresponding historical fragment.

Klein opened his eyes. He ended his half-asleep and half-awake state, rubbed his forehead, and laughed at himself:
"It turns out that nothing changed after the luck-changing ritual. Everything was normal. It was just my own perception. In fact, I had already undergone a change..."

In the past, Klein would have been horrified and frightened by the truth of this matter, but he had suffered too many shocks over such a long time, and his worldview had almost collapsed. This kind of "little thing" could not cause him too strong a ripple.

"If the prophecy of the stars returning to their original positions is true and corresponds to the original Creator, then he has been sleeping in the center of the earth, and it has been like this since ancient times."

"That person was waiting to wake up and destroy the world, while at the same time he was constantly influencing reality in small ways and making arrangements for the teaching ceremony. Isn't this a bit contradictory?"

"That prophecy must have been made by humans who were affected..."

Klein's mind was full of thoughts, but he did not hide these thoughts from Amon. He was stuck in a difficult problem that he could not solve for the time being.

Soon, he remembered a sentence and some things.

That sentence is:

“Whatever separates will come together, and whatever comes together will separate.”

Those things are:
The ancient sun god, father of Amon and Adam, deliberately separated his negative personality;

Beyonders who go near the underground or encounter certain pollution will gradually develop a completely new self in their bodies;

After going to the moon, Emperor Roselle's personality unconsciously shifted to a certain extent;

Many of the twenty-two extraordinary paths are contradictory to each other, like "witch" and "hunter".

“Perhaps the original creator himself was a collection of contradictions that could only be relieved through sleep…” Klein had some guesses, but there was no way to confirm them.

He couldn't even be sure whether the original being who would awaken when the stars returned to their positions as predicted in his "previous life" was the creator who split into all things in the myths and legends of the current era.

This requires more clues and more evidence to confirm, and cannot be based solely on one's own speculation and imagination.

"I'm not a 'dreamer'." Klein complained to himself and cast his eyes upward. There were no clouds in the sky, only a sun emitting a hazy golden halo, like a surveillance camera. "There are still many things that need to be confirmed, such as whether the so-called 'Chernobyl' is a shelter transformed by humans before and after the awakening of the 'Original', such as whether the characteristics of the twenty-two extraordinary paths really all originated from the 'Original', such as the position of the stars, whether it is normal or abnormal now, whether the doomsday in 1368 means that the stars will return to their correct positions again, such as the origin of the first 'blasphemous slab', such as what is on the moon..."

Thinking of this, Klein paused for a moment and whispered:
"For example, does the legendary Western Continent, the homeland of the elves, still exist? Why can't anyone go there..."

Two figures walked silently in the God-forsaken Land. The speed at which they moved was very slow overall, like a stop-motion animation.

"Don't you want to go to Silver City?"

Amon once again stole a strong resistance from Klein's mind. The corners of his mouth slightly raised as he asked with amusement.

“I don’t want to go with you,” Klein said bluntly, “but if I don’t go, you’ll threaten me with the people of Moon City. But I don’t think you’ll let them go if I listen to you.”

"Yes, the entity will not let go of the believers who betrayed the Creator." Amon smiled, "Of course, neither will we."

"You and your original body's thoughts once again disgust me." Klein said calmly as he walked. "You have never given them any favors and are the source of their suffering, but you still condescend to say that those who converted to survive deserve it."

"They are descendants of my father's followers, and they once believed in me. They are mine, and I can certainly control them."

“Life is never something that can be owned.”

Klein corrected Amon seriously. Then he thought of the issue of faith exchange between Moon City and Silver City, and suddenly became a little annoyed.

Amon looked at Klein's self-contradiction with a bit of amusement. He asked generously:

"Then what are you going to do?"

Klein thought for a moment and took out a historical projection cross from his arms.

"I was wondering if I should just die with you."

"At least this way we can save Silver City and Moon City. It's better than if both of them and I die, isn't it?"

TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)