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

Chapter 490: Receiving the wind and washing away the dust
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Edward did not comment on the Demon of Knowledge's remarks, but asked with some interest:
"We? How many sides do you have? How many people did it take them to awaken your existence?"

"not much."

The Demon of Knowledge put away the moon and the rag doll Adam, and began to plan to choose an auspicious day to turn the moon back to silver: "Whether it is the population of the Western Continent or the scale of my believers, it is not too much."

"When I was sleeping, I merged with the northern wilderness. For hundreds of years, I unconsciously responded to many people who visited me by chance. By solving the puzzles, they could obtain random knowledge, allowing them to spread my existence. After thousands of years, I began to have a certain scale of followers. They not only called me by the names of the sages in ancient documents, but also called me 'Manjusri', 'Eloquentin', 'Sarasvati', and so on."

Edward looked at him with a little surprise:
"The Western Continent still retains the South Sea part? Or rather, the information there? You even used the name for the God of Wisdom there. You must have guided many people and secured the position of the God of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Mysteries earlier than the Reader."

The Demon of Knowledge sighed softly, rubbing the white porcelain teacup in his hand vigorously with his fingers.

This is "his" favorite teacup. Under the rough texture, He can recognize every inch of cracks.

"Photographic memory and simulation are indeed powerful, but in the new environment, this low-level and incomplete 'omniscience' is far inferior to my collection."

"You mentioned before that the organization divisions in the Western Continent are not entirely based on paths, but on authority. In other words, you actually have quite a few 'Readers' under your command?"

"And there's 'Fortune Teller'."

The Demon of Knowledge took a sip of tea and shrugged:

"Tianzun's temple is not developing well in the Western Continent. There are too many people who can tell fortunes, and the competition in the industry is very high. Those small 'fortune tellers' sometimes have to perform their talents to make a living, but they can't compare to the 'magic masters'. Neighboring channels will also steal business."

The Demon of Knowledge explained a few words, then thought about the previous question and spoke again.

“They regard the end of the wilderness as the ultimate wisdom. They keep trekking into the depths, solving various problems, and following the stars.”

"Finally, after digesting the 2,062nd person, I opened my eyes and built my first simple personality."

Perhaps because he was thirsty from talking too much, he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

And the next moment, new tea slowly rose from the white porcelain teacup, which was inexhaustible.

"So many people?" Edward shook his head. "It seems that although these people all have mystical connections with you, only a few of them are truly compatible with you. However, their weakness is probably the real reason."

"Yes, at that time, extraordinary things were not yet popular, and people's residential areas were not large. I was in a wilderness with few people."

"From then on, in order to obtain knowledge and information more quickly and conveniently, I began to consciously guide my followers to form an organization with the goal of opening the door to wisdom and advancing with me to exhaust all wisdom. I also let them select the best from among them to become 'Heavenly Secrets' to prevent the emergence of people who are of mixed quality and who are in harmony with the Tao."

"It is logical and reasonable that merging with me as a 'Tianji' is the fastest way to gain knowledge, immortality and power. In less than two thousand years, thirty-four 'Tianji' have merged with me, and my simulated personality has been perfected again and again, and each time I will choose the image of the contemporary 'Tianji'. If the younger generations ask a specific elder to possess me, I will also retrieve the data of the former 'Tianji' from the database and temporarily load it."

"I have proved through my actions that they are immortal with me in time, forever exploring the mysteries of the future and forever exploring the limits of technology."

The Demon of Knowledge answered this question with a little pride, acting as a contemporary "secret of heaven".

Edward looked at his face. It was a typical oriental face, and he was also a slightly old man. But his body was not as thin as the stereotypical scholar. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, and a pair of hands covered with tiny scars and calluses.

"Those are the wounds left by the planer and the scraper." The Demon of Knowledge said with a smile, "I am an excellent carpenter. I have participated in automatic irrigation, automatic farming, the improvement of large steel furnaces, and the launch of civilian artificial rainfall rockets. My ancestor was once Gongshu."

The breeze blew the few strands of gray hair on his forehead, and time carved scars and wrinkles on his old face.

He looks very quiet and peaceful, but his eyes are full of energy and contain purple stars.

"Then he is indeed very compatible with you." Edward said, "I originally thought that you would adapt to the local customs and use the appearance of the God of Steam and Machinery, or reshape yourself into an identity of the 'Hidden Sage'."

“I don’t need to be so cautious with the gods outside.” The Demon of Knowledge smiled calmly, “They are not worth my brainpower.”

……

"Is this the ship?"

Colin and the others were on guard as usual, and at the same time, they looked carefully at this huge creature that existed only in books with a curious eye.

Derrick was an experienced person who had received common sense education in the Tarot Club and had seen pictures of various ships. He nodded slightly when he heard this and said:
"Correct."

As they were talking, the ship was getting closer and closer, and the figure standing on the bow gradually became clearer.

He was a man with burnt yellow eyebrows, deep blue eyes, and wearing a black cloak. He jumped onto the dragon's head and slightly opened his arms to the people of Silver City.

Seeing this scene, Derrick, who had been maintaining a serious attitude, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that everything was as expected and there were no accidents.

Danitz originally wanted to jump off the boat directly, walk up to Mr. Fool's followers, and announce to them that they had been saved, but after taking a look at the height of the people in Silver City, he silently steadied himself.

He stood at the head of the dragon, opened his arms completely, and said to Derrick and the others with a reserved smile:

"Welcome to the bright world promised by God!"

Then, Danitz suddenly saw a familiar figure standing next to a tall blond man in front of him. This figure should have been quite eye-catching to him, but because the people around him were too tall, Danitz didn't see him from the crowd at the first time.

**, Hermann!

The smile on Danitz's face almost disappeared on the spot, so he had to try his best to keep his face like a divine messenger, and politely left the scene. He immediately pushed Alger, who was still on the deck stabilizing the rudder, to the front.

He didn't know that after he left in a hurry, Gehrman Sparrow slowly looked away and perfunctorily responded to Derrick's attentive and enthusiastic inquiries.

Alger loosened his hands and wondered, "What's wrong with you?"

In his impression, Danitz would indeed become reckless and cunning sometimes because of the magical items, and he would also be cunning and slippery. He had all the shortcomings that pirates had, but he would not back down from the tasks assigned by Mr. Fool, because he didn't dare.

“German! German!” Danitz whispered in Alger’s ear with a hint of fear, “German is also in the God-Forsaken Land! German is preparing to board the ship with those big guys. Damn, the way he looked at me just now was too scary. I don’t dare to go. You go.”

Alger was not a man of many words, and he was a little afraid of the "world" of the gods' favored ones. But when he saw Danitz's terrified look, he was no longer nervous, and even found it a little funny:
"Why are you so nervous? Even if it's Hermann, he's still our companion now."

"You don't understand, you don't understand..."

Danitz failed to vent his anger, and glared at Alger with a look of disappointment, which made Alger look puzzled. Then he muttered something about bounty withdrawal, Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds, and his life was in danger, and trotted down the cabin.

Alger looked at his back in confusion, wondering if Mr. German, a well-known bounty hunter at sea, might have had some unpleasantness with this "Flame", but they had always been traveling together at sea... Could it be that he was scared of being used by German to fish?

Without coming up with a conclusion, Alger turned his head to take a look, and happened to see the Hermit on the deck of the flagship "Future" more than ten meters away, also casting his gaze towards him. Alger spoke, letting the words be carried by the wind to Cattleya's ears:

“The dock here is too small.”

Cattleya nodded: "I'll take care of it."

Alger stopped talking, expecting this companion who had become a full member of the Moss Ascetic Order to come up with something interesting.

Cattleya's subsequent actions also perfectly responded to Alger's expectations, and also opened the eyes of the people in the God-Forsaken Land. The "Future" first stopped temporarily in front of Alger, and then the lady stretched out her hand and pushed, building a long bridge of starlight between the "Future" and the beach. Then, she made a few gestures to her crew members, and several strong crew members immediately moved a large piece of brass-colored metal from the corner of the deck, which looked unremarkable, and placed it on the long bridge.

Cattleya walked forward, rubbed the large piece of metal for a few times, and then injected spirituality into the special metal at the arrow's point.
Click, click...

The crew members immediately retreated to the surroundings, and the one-meter-square block of metal quickly disassembled, opened, and reassembled itself. The process was extremely beautiful in mechanical art, with each cut fitting perfectly, and even the cut lines could not be seen when they were put together.

In less than twenty seconds, the metal block turned into a two-meter-tall brass metal giant, looking down at Cattleya.

Alger opened his mouth wide, and the people of the God-Forsaken Land also looked up, staring at this miraculous technology from the outside world without blinking.

"Is this an extraordinary item?" Derrick couldn't help but ask, "What kind of method is this? It looks very powerful. If you use this kind of... metal equipment to fight or hunt, and the operator hides behind, then the damage can be greatly reduced!"

Colin looked at the metal giant, first in shock, then frowned:
"That's not an extraordinary item... that's... a living thing?"

"A living thing?" Lovia looked up and said to herself in confusion, "Yes, it is a living thing, but it has no soul, no flesh and blood."

In other words, this item cannot be herded by "shepherds" and is difficult to be affected by their extraordinary abilities. However, judging from the performance of this piece of metal just now, it fits tightly when closed, and even flesh and blood can hardly penetrate. If handled properly, it is simply a metal coffin!
Cattleya wanted to show the people in the God-Forsaken Land this item that the church had equipped for mid-sequence Beyonders and above. When the exclamations and discussions gradually subsided, she spoke in Giant language:
"This is a puppet."

"A product of the Mystical Church."

Frank puffed out his chest with pride.

Cattleya looked straight ahead. "This is an excellent life extraction and transfer technology. It only takes one chicken to keep a standard puppet running for more than three days. If we save on computing power, it can last even longer."

Klein had a strange expression on his face. As he looked at the robot, the name "Transformers" came to his mind. Many of Cattleya's words just now made him feel confused about time and space. He couldn't help but want to see if the Mystery Church had developed a mobile phone.

Although it is only two meters now, twenty meters is just around the corner. At this rate, won't everyone in the Mystic Church have a Gundam in the future?

"A chicken?" Derrick scratched his head. "Why is the unit a chicken?"

Cattleya heard the question, but she didn't want to answer it, so she ignored Frank who seemed to want to say something, and spoke directly to the puppet: "No. X112, prepare to start the simple dock construction project, single person authorization."

The metal giant who had been standing quietly on the bridge received the order and slowly raised his head. The slender grooves where his eyes should be lit up with blue light.

The blue light swept over Cattleya from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom. Then a mechanical voice sounded:
"Good afternoon, Captain Cattleya. Your flagship, the Future, has not had a physical examination for a long time. Various indicators have declined. There may be risks when returning. Do you want to conduct an inspection after docking?"

A small cry of surprise rang out from the crowd again. Klein was stunned, and even Alger and Danitz's eyes almost popped out.

Cattleya pushed her glasses up as usual, and the crew members were also used to it, smiling as they watched the people around them shudder. The captain nodded and said, "We will start with the task of building a simple dock, and the equipment on the flagship will be maintained during the return voyage for replenishment." "Okay."

After the metal giant finished speaking, he walked directly along the Starlight Bridge to the coast of the East Continent. His "eyes" emitted blue light again, scanning the surrounding land suitable for driving wooden stakes as a temporary port.

Wherever it went, the crowd around it dispersed, then gathered again after a moment.

During this time, Cattleya and the crew were not idle. They quickly built a simple tracked assembly line and moved the construction materials in the cabin directly to the long bridge. Soon, the metal giant found a suitable area in the distance and automatically moved the materials to start construction.

Colin was shocked: "Unbelievable... Which path of power is this?"

Standing not far from Colin was the high priest Nim. Nim coughed lightly, and as a city with 22 path records, he answered Colin's question:
"That's the 'Comprehension', also known as the 'Craftsman'. It is one of the two paths mastered by the Mystery Church, the other being the 'Voyeur'."

"So they are craftsmen." Colin was thoughtful, his eyes uncontrollably attracted by the machinery. "Silver City also has 'craftsmen', but our craftsmen usually only process weapons, repair houses and fortifications, and have never thought of making puppets to assist in the work..."

As they were talking, Alger and Cattleya had already gotten off the boat. Compared to Cattleya's Starlight Bridge, Alger didn't want to lose his status as an elder in front of Derrick, so he controlled the whirlwind to lift himself onto land.

As soon as he landed, he found that the people in front of him had to turn almost their entire faces up to see the end. At the same time, he saw Derrick standing in the crowd at a glance - a young man of medium height and blond hair, who was also emitting a faint glow standing in the crowd.

And the "World" Gehrman Sparrow also stood beside him and nodded at him.

After receiving the affirmation from the God-favored One and seeing one of his few "friends", Alger smiled, but then restrained himself. He walked forward slowly, and when he found that Derrick was a head taller than him, his smile slowly disappeared.

"No, well, what should I call you, sir?"

Derrick recognized Alger immediately; his blue hair was so iconic.

"Alger Wilson." The Hanged Man tilted his head uncomfortably. He saw Germann looking away and suspected that he was laughing. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Just call me Alger."

"Okay, Mr. Alger." Derrick hugged Alger vigorously (lifting him up into the air), then turned to look at Cattleya, who was telling the crew to move something down, and asked in a low voice, "Is that your friend?"

Alger also lowered his voice unconsciously:

"That's the 'Hermit'... Cattleya, a member of the Church of the God of Mysteries. Just call her Captain, or Ms. Cattleya."

"It's Ms. Hermit." Derrick was stunned by this overly grand welcome, but was also delighted to see his three familiar companions again after the Tarot Club was suspended. "Mr. Alger, you smell like the sea and the sun, which is the aura we in Silver City have been pursuing for a thousand years. I'm really happy to see you before I leave here."

"Really? Haha, actually to us, this is the smell of dried fish that has been exposed to the sun."

Alger was still not very good at responding to compliments, so he made a casual joke, but in the end he was a little worried that such a statement would make Derrick and the others feel uncomfortable. Just as he was about to make amends, he found that Derrick was already discussing the fragrance wafting from the Hermit with his friends. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that the tension and uneasiness in his heart had also dissipated a lot in this inappropriate joke.

The people of Silver City and Moon City were curiously watching the "dwarves" coming and going around them.

Of course, they all knew that this should be a normal human being. After all, they all knew that their exaggerated height was caused by the potion, but they still felt that the people busy in front of them were too short, including the lady with a powerful aura comparable to their high priest\chief. You know, in the City of Silver, except for young children, the average height of residents who have entered the growth stage and have not yet been promoted to Sequence 6 is over 1 meters, and there are many extraordinary people who have reached more than two meters at Sequence 8.

"People from Silver City and Moon City."

At this moment, the "Hermit" spoke.

Cattleya held a cylindrical object in her hand and pointed the larger side at the crowd. Her voice was immediately amplified:
"It will take some time to build the dock. Please allow us to bring you some food from the outside world to welcome you."

After saying that, the crew members of the "Future" behind Cattleya placed all the items on dozens of long tables covered with white cloths. The moment all the metal covers were removed, the fragrant aroma swept over the crowd like a tsunami.

Portion after portion of food was placed on the long table, they were glowing with a mouth-watering sheen and emitting an extremely tempting aroma.

Roast chicken... roast goose... fish coated with honey... fried pork chops, lobster, apple pie? But wouldn't those chickens, geese, lambs, and fish be too big... Klein stared at the food for a while, then slowly cast his gaze on Frank, who was busying around.

After not seeing him for a while, Frank has become more capable.

"Yes, he started communicating and cooperating with the East Continent a long time ago. He knows the appetites of these giants..." Klein listened to the swallowing sounds around him, and looked at the food on the table that was exactly the size of a giant, and couldn't help laughing.

This is abundance.

"Everyone can eat as much as you want!" Frank waved his hands and shouted, looking very happy. "There are plenty of chickens, ducks and geese! If there are not enough, I will go and plant some more!"

Klein's smile also disappeared.

"It remains to be investigated. It remains to be investigated." He and Cattleya murmured at the same time.

"Hey, how can I let you be the only one in the spotlight?"

Danitz poked his head out of the Poseidon and said loudly, "We have also prepared food for you! Rich food! Don't be fooled by the people of the Church of the God of Mysteries! We, Mr. Fool, and the Church of Poseidon are the most trustworthy!"

After saying that, he turned and went into the cabin. There were some chaotic noises and shouts coming from the "Poseidon".

Cattleya and Alger looked at each other.

Alger coughed and said with gritted teeth, "Please build a pier for our boat, otherwise the food will be ruined."

Cattleya smiled and did not refuse.

Soon, the crew brought down the food from the Poseidon. A strong aroma immediately filled the noses of Derrick and other residents of Silver City. It was the familiar smell of roasted meat and mushrooms, but it also had an indescribable, rather strange, and slightly pungent smell.

But they didn't have enough tables, so they had to spread out large tablecloths so that people could sit down and have their picnic.

The smell was so tempting that it made everyone's saliva salivate and their stomachs awakened.

"Dici-style barbecue." Danitz pointed at a crew member while panting.

The crew member was carrying a large steel plate with pieces of roasted meat oozing with fat and slightly golden in color, sprinkled evenly with fennel, basil and other spices.

"Steak, fried meat and fish, white bread, seafood soup, light beer..." Danitz introduced them one by one, and finally said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about anything. You can eat as much as you want. We have sufficient food reserves."

After saying this, he glanced at the "half-giants" with their necks stretched out, held his head high and puffed out his chest with a smug smile.

“Is this normal food?” Haiyin, Derrick’s friend, stopped talking and stared at one of the long tables. His Adam’s apple moved up and down.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, the smell of delicious meat and fat, and he no longer knew where to look.

“…Is that so?” Derrick sniffed and couldn’t help swallowing.

Apart from black grass and various mushrooms and apples, they had never seen normal food. The meat of those monsters was roasted in different colors but tasted bad, and could even cause poisoning.

Demon Hunter Colin stared for a few seconds and looked at German.

Although Colin believed that Mr. Fool's subordinates would not murder him and others, he still habitually sought advice from the messenger of God around him.

Klein nodded calmly, and also nodded to "Nim".

"This is not a divine favor, but a welcome ceremony we give you."

"...Thank you." Colin finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

As the envoys of God and the leaders of the two cities reached a cooperation, the welcoming banquet for the people of the East Continent officially began amid the rumbling sound of the metal giant. Klein was also among them, and it felt like he had attended a buffet in the countryside.

Derrick and Klein walked to the long table against the wall almost at the same time, sat on the somewhat inappropriate chairs, and tacitly took a piece of the most tempting so-called Deese barbecue.

After taking a bite, the rich juice, the aroma mixed in the texture and the pure meatiness formed a complex and layered experience in their mouths, making them chew it twice and then they couldn't wait to swallow the food into their stomachs so that they could take the next bite.

“It smells so good…” Before Derrick could finish his words, he couldn’t help but take another big bite and chew it carefully.

His words also expressed everyone's thoughts. Even the simplest dishes were many times more delicious than the meat and mushrooms they had eaten before.

Before they knew it, they had eaten so much that their eyes were filled with tears and their vision was blurred.

Danitz was finally satisfied, and couldn't help but cast his eyes in the direction of the "Star Pirates" again and again, completely forgetting how scared he was at the beginning.

But his provocative look received no response. Instead, he saw the same, meaningful smiles from the other pirates.

TBC
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Suddenly, a sailor ran over and gasped:

"Lord God's Messenger, they have finished eating. I hope they can have some more!"

...How long have you been hungry? Have you never eaten? Danitz was stunned and said:

"Prepare one more for each of them."

Seeing that the sailor was about to turn around, Danitz hurriedly added:

"Is that enough? If not, we will immediately organize the crew to go fishing! Alger! Call Alger over quickly!"