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

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"The word is 'apple', repeat it after me once -"

Sharon was standing on a small podium teaching a dozen children below. Although she was young, she was quite dignified and knowledgeable. Within a week, all the adults in the town recognized her ability.

Although they were in the southern continent, none of the children below dared to doze off. They all looked at the blackboard and her with bright eyes.

Sharon is quite satisfied with the job she has fought for. It provides shelter from the wind and rain, and she is also responsible for educating children. It is respectable and not too tiring. Although there are not many students, the class time is not long, and the credit is less than the physical labor outside, Sharon likes it because in addition to teaching culture, she can also educate these children on the concept of restraint of desire and frugality.

…It’s a good thing to educate children. Anyway, the “Angel of Temperance” didn’t say it’s not okay. Sharon felt a little proud.

The children pronounced the word together in their childish voices. Sharon was very satisfied and was about to continue teaching when suddenly the ground shook violently and a huge column of water gushed out from the well in the town square. It was three to five meters high and was still rising.

"..." Sharon's eyes widened. The next moment, she suddenly realized something. She waved her hand, and all the scattered stones and wood around flew up, instantly sealing the deep well that was gushing water.

But this was of no avail. Just two seconds later, the ground around the well suddenly cracked, and a large amount of groundwater gushed out from the cracks. The impact force, which could not be underestimated, instantly flooded the entire square and rushed towards the surrounding houses!

Danger!

The tables and chairs in the classroom flew up and formed a huge raft, holding more than a dozen children on it. Sharon waved and removed the roof to prevent the water from rising further and trapping them in the house.

This way, we are safe for the time being...Sharon breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wheat!!” someone screamed heartbreakingly, “The wheat is damp!!!”

Her attention was drawn to that place, and in an instant she saw many familiar Rose School Beyonders coming up, forming a human wall one after another, using their Beyonder abilities to pack the drying grains into bags, and then transporting them to a temporarily safe higher place.

Maric was also among them, and he even ran the fastest.

Sharon looked around and saw that people had already started to save themselves, so she stayed safely on the raft with the children, occasionally helping out.

……

The heavy rain soaked Letty Orr's hair, leaving realistic orange-red strands stuck to her forehead.

She and Tawfik remained in a stalemate, one of them stopped talking and the other did not let go.

"...No need." After several seconds, the hoarse voice penetrated the rain and the masonry and rang directly in Audrey's ears, filled with hatred. Then, Audrey suddenly felt the fingers on her neck begin to tighten. The other party was serious, seriously wanting to tear off her doll body, just like a naughty child pulling off the head of his doll.

"This is our country... This is our Highlander home..."

Tawfik said bitterly.

"You should get out and go back to your home!"

To be honest, the appearance of a simple Northern Continent person would already make him angry, and a Northern Continent noble would make him go crazy on the spot. Indiscriminate hatred was like an instinct, accompanied by the deaths of relatives and friends again and again, engraved in his soul, making anger flow unreasonably with his blood.

Therefore, he clung to these hatred and anger like a drowning man clinging to his last straw, and made himself hate the doctor in front of him to the point of wanting to tear her to pieces in order to resist the recognition and respect he had for her in his heart.

He couldn't trust the people of the Northern Continent.

He couldn't respect the people of the Northern Continent.

He must hate the people of the Northern Continent.

This was his instinct and the source of his strength. If he made an exception for a good person in the northern continent today, he would go crazy tomorrow because he found more good people. Would he still kill these good people in the future? Would he still be able to fight the war? Tawfik did not need such weak emotions. This was a denial of his way of survival, which would only affect the speed at which he would raise his butcher knife against his enemies.

Noble girl of the Northern Continent, while you were acting like a spoiled child in the arms of your parents, our children and parents were being whipped, buried alive, killed, raped, tortured for fun, and even eaten.

While you and your friends are playing in expensive silk clothes, our children are naked, hungry, without a place to live, without dignity and freedom, as if they were born into this world just to taste what pain is.

While you are enjoying expensive desserts and regarding waste as status and luxury, all the wheat grains in the cracks of our ground have been picked up, and we are eating grass, leaves, soil, sand, and even people.

You are humans, and we are beasts.

"We don't need your mercy here! Get out of here and go back to your northern continent!"

So, the eldest lady from Loen.

Go back, go back to your home, go back to the life that truly belongs to you. Go back to your parents’ arms and cry your heart out, go eat delicious food that we can’t even imagine, and then have a good sleep, forgetting the rainstorm and divine punishment you encountered.

Audrey took a deep breath after hearing this. Her eyes remained golden as she watched Tawfik's expression change from firm to that of a stubborn patient unwilling to cooperate with treatment in two seconds.

She was thinking of a sentence in her mind. On the one hand, she felt that this sentence was completely different from her image. It was not something that a considerate and gentle noble lady should say. But on the other hand, Audrey clenched her cheeks and thought, who in the southern continent knows me? Even Mr. Tawfik in front of her only knew her name and had a rough understanding of some information!
"...Really? Please listen to me carefully!"

Thanks to this body, even though Audrey felt her neck being tightened rapidly and her head was about to be taken off, her voice and breathing were not affected.

She squeezed out these words from her throat with all her strength, even using the roar of a dragon. This was probably the first time she had spoken in such a loud voice since she was a child.

——But this is the Southern Continent, who knows what kind of person Miss Audrey Hall is!
"When you said these words, what did you think of my efforts all along?"

"Mr. Tawfik, thank you for your concern for me, but instead of wasting your attention on a worthless and annoying lady from the Northern Continent like me, you should pay more attention to other residents who are also affected!"

Audrey spoke rapidly. Of course, she knew the reason for Toufik's strange attitude towards her, but she couldn't suddenly become a native of the South Continent, could she? She couldn't directly resolve the other party's knot, and time didn't allow her to hypnotize him briefly to make him forget that he was from the North Continent. Besides, she couldn't even guarantee that she would succeed.

Her dragon roar briefly shocked Tawfik, catching the demigod off guard. Judging from his expression, he had never expected that this usually gentle doctor and this young girl, who was not actually that old, would suddenly say such a thing.

"You have seen the trust that His Royal Highness Richard has in me, and I have never forgotten his help to me. Now is the time for us to work together. How can you plan to send the Doctor away like this?"

I...this...Taufik is far from being eloquent. At best, he is not considered autistic in the school. At this moment, facing the words and comfort of the "psychologist", he is a little lost.

Then, Audrey grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the bricks and stones, and the gravel rolled around with a crackling sound.

Audrey's graceful forearms showed signs of dragon scales. The mythical creature form of the "audience" path was quite powerful, and the physical enhancement given to the middle sequencers was also very considerable. By constantly checking their own mental state, the "audience" could also maintain the incomplete mythical creature form longer than other paths.

So, without thinking, Audrey strengthened her arms and lifted Tawfik up easily. She ran over the broken bricks and collapsed houses on the ground, as agile as a deer, and headed straight for the nearest shelter.

In the few seconds when Taufik was shocked by the audience and stopped thinking, Audrey had already run dozens of meters away. Along the way, she helped pedestrians who were almost blown away on the roadside back into the house, waiting for her to return and rescue again.

"Wait!" he said anxiously, "What are you doing! I don't need your help! Put me down!"

"You are injured, you should stay in the shelter."

Audrey began to use her unskilled skills of nagging, which made Miss Hall, who almost never lied, cover her face in embarrassment: "Anyway, I'll take you there right away, please don't interfere with the doctor's treatment!"

At this moment, Audrey suddenly stopped. In the heavy rain, Audrey suddenly found that the things around her seemed to have changed, becoming more distant and less clear. The rain seemed to be isolating her cognition and spirituality.

"I have a bad feeling..." Audrey felt uneasy.

She couldn't help but think about a question:
The God of Thunder obviously has the ability to destroy an entire country, but will he, the almighty god, do this?

If He doesn't do this, then the next people responsible for clearing out the local faith and Extraordinary people should be the "Substituted Punishers"!

Audrey's heart suddenly sounded an alarm.

In this case, is there any point in going to a shelter? No, no, there is, of course. Walking outside will be blinded by the rain, you will lose your sense of direction, and there is also the risk of being struck by lightning. In a shelter, you can wait for help in a relatively safe and dry place.

Although the shelter also gathered all the people who had no fighting ability together——

Audrey felt anxious for the first time in a long time. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should continue, because as long as she stayed here, she would continue to be punished by God or fight with the possible "Manufactured Punishers" troops.

By then, will she have the awareness to take action against church members?

She hesitated, and suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder, and the rain above her head suddenly stopped.

"Don't be distracted." A familiar figure appeared beside him, and the other person's voice gave her some strength. Then, Richard looked up, met Tawfik's eyes, and frowned.

"How can you let the doctor carry you?" Richard was displeased, "Get down now! Walk on your own!"

……

Backlund, North District, outside Saint Samuel Church.

The weather was clear and sunny. Citizens lined up in several rows and took toast, dried mushrooms, preserved fruits and other food from the staff of the "Roen Poor Relief Fund" in turn.

Their team stretched from the church gate to the square and circled several times. At a glance, it was densely packed with heads.

Melissa was standing on the steps behind her, taking it all in.

She saw the citizens with sallow faces and longing in their eyes; she saw mothers holding their babies, coaxing them while anxiously examining the line in front of them which did not seem to have shrunk much; she saw many people dressed neatly in formal suits and long skirts, like members of the middle class; she saw some people pulling down the brims of their hats and wearing veils, as if they did not want people around them to recognize who they were.

Sometimes, some people did not want to follow the order, but they were dragged out by the priests and police who helped maintain the team and thrown to the end.

As portions of food were served, the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shrank one by one and then became empty.

Finally, all the food was distributed, but the long line was only reduced by half.

In the beginning, the church distributed three loaves of bread and three pieces of dried meat per person.

After about two months, the jerky was gone and replaced by cornmeal that could be brewed and was more filling, and the bread was also a little smaller.

The church seemed to be struggling financially, but it did not stop distributing food.

However, it seems that even the members of the church don’t know how long this can last.

The citizens who failed to receive relief could not help but reveal a mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance and begging, but they did not make any noise or argue. They just moved mechanically and rushed to other food distribution points.

They had experienced this kind of thing too many times in the past month or two, and they knew that unnecessary emotional outbursts would only waste their limited physical strength and would not allow them to quickly move to another relief point or affordable food stall.

At this moment, they left the square with numb expressions and slightly empty eyes, like a group of zombies.

During this process, a woman holding a child lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Her child suddenly burst into tears, with obvious pain in his voice.

As he cried, the child sobbed and said:

"Mom, I'm so hungry..."

"There will be food soon, there will be food soon, there is food at Memorial Day Square..." The woman picked up the child, patted his back, and shed tears as she spoke.

Witnessing this scene, Melissa thought for a moment, took out a portion of food from the wooden box under the long table, and trotted towards the mother and son.

“I didn’t see it just now. There’s another one…” Melissa half-knelt down and handed out the bread, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits in her hand. Then she explained in a low voice, fearing that she would cause a fight among the citizens around her.

The remaining food was actually prepared for the foundation staff who had been busy for a long time, and Melissa gave away her own portion.

The woman took the food and handed it to the child, repeating:

"thanks, thanks……"

The child hugged the food tightly and said childishly to his mother:

"thanks, thanks……"

The last person walked forward with hope, but all he was greeted with was Melissa's sad eyes and an empty table.

The line of people waiting to receive relief slowly dispersed. Melissa subconsciously glanced around and found that the church pastors, most of the police, and the "night watchmen" who mixed in with the citizens to secretly guard against accidents, all had undisguised sympathy, pity, and sadness.

After most of the citizens had left, Melissa sighed and began to move tables as usual, putting the empty boxes and sacks back into the foundation's small building, and then closed the door tightly to prevent any hungry citizens from trying to break in and rob.

Just then, she heard the bells of Holy Wind Cathedral ringing.

Melissa looked up curiously. The bells of the Holy Wind Cathedral were only rung during large-scale prayers and sacraments related to the God of Thunder. When Emperor George III was crowned, the Holy Wind Cathedral also rang the bells three times to express its recognition of the new emperor.

Then she couldn't help but let out a small exclamation.

Through the glass, she saw that Backlund was suddenly hit by a strong wind, the flags of the Holy Wind Cathedral were fluttering, and people were involuntarily bent over by the wind.

It seemed as if a figure rose from there and entered the clouds.

TBC
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"Extraordinary..." Melissa looked at the figure that disappeared like an illusion and made a voice full of desire and curiosity. (End of this chapter)