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

Chapter 571
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Time did not slow down because of the shock Fors suffered, and the Abraham family banquet was going on happily in the hall.

Although this banquet was initiated with the reason of "introducing a returning great figure of the Abraham family", the Abraham family also invested a lot of money and energy to hold up the facade in an extremely short time, and suddenly brought back all the apprentices from almost all over the world, but until now, more than half of the banquet has been carried out, the protagonist has not yet appeared.

Of course, no one would care whether a big shot is willing to show up at the banquet or not. Big shots can do whatever they want. The other party's permission for the banquet to start is already a statement, and the expenses and the scene are all for others to see.

Fors had originally been looking forward to the identity of that important person, but she had already seen him with her own eyes. At this moment, when the banquet was nearly halfway through and he had not yet appeared, she suppressed her nervousness and began to enjoy the exquisite meal in comfort.

But at this moment, the music stopped abruptly.

The band stopped playing, and the sound of conversation in the entire hall quickly faded, and then disappeared completely within a few seconds.

Fors looked up in surprise, only to see her acquaintance, Teacher Dorian, who was also wearing a very formal dress and a jewel brooch, appearing in the corridor on the second floor.

It was actually announced by the teacher? Fors was surprised at first, but then she felt happy for the teacher.

This undoubtedly meant that the teacher's status in the Abraham family had been improved, and he might have been appreciated by that great man. Although Dorian was old and might not be suitable for further promotion, Fors was also happy to see the Abraham family back on the stage and the teacher come out again with full energy and enthusiasm to work for the future of his family.

He had an unconcealable smile on his face and was wearing white gloves. The good news he had received recently made him look several years younger. At this moment, under the crystal chandelier in the hall, he looked down at the people in the center of the hall and was also being watched by countless eyes.

With his appearance, everyone realized something.

But no matter how hard people looked around, they did not see the second person on the second floor.

Dorian didn't mind everyone looking around. He looked at his fellow countrymen and the new generation of apprentices in the hall. He paused for a moment, waited until the hall was quiet again, and everyone's eyes were focused on him again, then he spoke solemnly:
"Perhaps everyone already knows that the curse that has plagued our clan for thousands of years has been lifted. From now on, our children, our students, and ourselves will no longer have to endure endless pain on full moon nights."

Almost everyone in the hall clapped in agreement, and even Fors couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"And in the meantime, I have some good news to share with you all."

Dorian's expression turned serious:

"Until then, we should address Him with awe."

Angel! The Abraham family actually has an angel! Fors was shocked. The blood curse of the Abraham family has lasted for thousands of years. It is even difficult to give birth to a demigod. There has not been one in the past two hundred years. Since it is so difficult to ascend under the full moon whisper, this angel can only have existed before the curse, or at the beginning of the curse!
An ancient being from the Fourth Epoch...

People exchanged glances in surprise and ecstasy. Although the existence of angels was too far away from the world and their power was beyond the imagination of extraordinary people who were not even demigods, everyone could still understand what it meant to have a family of angels!
"He is ancient and powerful, a symbol of our Abraham family. Our bloodline is noble because of his existence. We thought he had left long ago, but he only went to a distant time and is still watching over us. Now he has returned to the earth, allowing us to be reborn under his glory. With his return, our curse has disappeared."

...This seems a bit big, half of the angels can't do it? The curse disappeared, the noble source of the bloodline, could it be...

As the only one among the group of uninformed people who knew more about the Abraham family, Fors' eyes widened. She guessed who the big shot Dorian was talking about, and was even more shocked.

It’s Mr. Door!
The man standing in front of the window who didn’t look old… turned out to be Mr. Door!! A being comparable to a god!

Looking at everyone's reactions, Dorian's smile became even brighter:
“Today, I will formally introduce Him to you.”

“He is our ancestor, the great Gate of Gates, the source of pride for the House of Abraham—His Highness Bethel Abraham.”

boom! boom! boom!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, cannons roared, blasting out one dreamy light after another.

Inside the room, the light from the crystal chandelier illuminated the dull faces.

In the center of the mansion, in a study room isolated from external sounds.

When Verdu heard the salute, he knew that Dorian's introduction was over. He looked at the leisurely ancestor, and asked with some reluctance and disappointment: "Ancestor, is it really not necessary to tell everyone that you are already a god?"

When the ancestors allowed them to reveal their angel identities, almost everyone felt a moment of loss, as if they were "traveling at night in gorgeous clothes." Although it was understandable, it was hard not to feel confused.

Bethel said nothing. He finished reading the page in the book in front of him, and then said calmly:

"unnecessary."

The decisive battle with Klein has not yet begun, and the future characteristics and uniqueness are unknown. Why should I rush to claim that I am the true God? Only if I win, it is worth celebrating... Bethel does not intend to explain, nor does he intend to tell these descendants with too low a sequence what will happen in the future. He just continues to immerse himself in the story in the book.

And beside Him, no matter how much regret Verdu felt, he could no longer speak.

……

The hunter who went to the mountain to chop wood rubbed his hands, then covered his face.

He was just about to go into the mountains to start working when he suddenly saw a young man with silver hair walking towards him step by step on the plain in the distance where the wind and snow were howling.

He was wearing clothes that were not thin but very strange. The style seemed to be learned from the illustrations of ancient novels, made of unknown fur and cloth. Although thick, it gave people a very strange feeling. Rather than being warm, it was more like being able to resist the attacks of wild beasts.

"Hey!"

The hunter thought that this was a young man who had lost his way in the snow, so he immediately shouted and put his elbow in front of his forehead, approaching the other person despite the wind and the snow hitting his face. After seeing the appearance of the young man, the hunter felt that his guess was correct. After all, the other person's face seemed to be frozen, without any expression, and his thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Where do you live?" The hunter grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled him behind him to block the wind and snow. He also reminded him not to get close to the axe on his back. "There is only one city nearby! I'll take you--"

"Utopia."

The young man with silver-white hair and ice-blue eyes said calmly to the hunter, "Mr. Fool, please take me to Utopia."

The hunter's voice suddenly stopped. He first showed a surprised and confused expression, which was in line with his character. Then his expression became calm. He no longer cared about the snow and wind that made him shiver all over. He spoke in Klein's voice, which was also very clear in the wind:

"You arrived when I expected, Ouroboros."

"But once you enter Utopia, you shouldn't talk to me so casually anymore. You have to become one of them."

Ouroboros nodded silently.

Then He said, “I will need your help.”

"Only for today. You need to pray after that." Klein's tone was also very calm. He walked towards the location of Utopia with Ouroboros. "I built the city in a hurry. There are 29,647 puppets in the city. It is a bit big. There should have been 30,000, but some of them were destroyed by me because of inappropriate identities and other reasons. I haven't prepared the identities and destinies of so many people yet. You can adjust them at will, as long as the fate is natural. I want to solve all the problems today."

"Tomorrow, I want guests to begin entering Utopia."

An afternoon and an evening was more than enough time, and Ouroboros did not refuse.

After entering the Secret Doll City, Klein saw a family of secret dolls moving with a carriage and luggage. They were greeting their new neighbors, but the "new home" in front of them was just a white wall and a wasteland.

“I’d like a townhouse to come up here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the wasteland became extremely flat, and the bare white walls disappeared, turning into building materials and soil.

Almost at the same time, a five-story townhouse with a brown-red exterior rose from the ground, with a style similar to that of the Disi Bay in the Kingdom of Loen. Looking through the clean glass windows, the furniture inside was already complete, and there were even many items that did not exist in the current era or were not widely used - such as rotary dial phones, old-fashioned electric irons and light bulbs, just like this era in the old days.

The family's actions seemed to have just pressed "continue". The coachman and the temporary workers helped them move their luggage into one of the complete suites. After greeting the new neighbors, the family moved into the brand new house. When they began to arrange the furnishings in the house, many people came to the street one after another, including policemen, repairmen, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, gray-haired old men... They also entered the townhouse and different rooms, and soon they had their own home, and each room had furnishings that matched their role characteristics.

“Haha, when I come to this era, I will regard extraordinary as magic, and when people from this world come to Utopia, they will also feel that they have come to a different world without magic…”

"Oh, by the way, since there are no extraordinary abilities in this city, we can also develop lottery."

Klein's eyes swept over the telephone, wires, toaster, and some simple household appliances. He was in a good mood and looked around.

"There are less than 30,000 residents in this city on a plain, so there is no need to build a dock... There is a frozen river nearby, and once the river begins to thaw, it can be diverted and pass through the city. Although there is no port or dock, there needs to be convenient transportation..."

Klein yawned.

“I wish the city would change the way I imagined it.”

In the blink of an eye, libraries, police stations, telegraph offices, municipal councils, small hospitals, candy factories, water plants, gas companies, steam train stations, parallel railroad tracks and plantations outside the city took shape. The streets were paved with cement or bricks, and a cement highway and a freight railway appeared between the town and the port in an instant.

These functional buildings are best constructed only when Klein conducts field surveys and constructs them while he is awake, because it is difficult for him to write programs to run the city subconsciously, and there is even the possibility of a strange bug where the coal factory is burning candy.

"That's about it. Let's leave it like this for now. If Ouroboros finds any problems, tell me..."

The important matter at hand came to an end, and Klein thought about Audrey again.

"Of course she can choose Eden, but the prerequisite is that there are no divine revelations that interfere with her mind..."

He frowned, closed his eyes, and finally said nothing.

The hunter's body shook, he opened his eyes, touched the axe behind him, and then touched the remaining money in his pocket.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was going to the mountains to chop wood, and turned around and walked straight to a relatively simple bar in a corner of the city. He was already an old acquaintance with the owner, and he went in and exchanged two copper coins for a large glass of low-quality light beer, sat at the table and drank it slowly, as if he was going to waste a long time in the bar.

……

Snapped!
A paper report was thrown on the table. The young man who had just finished a social survey kicked away his chair and sat down angrily.

"The Church of Mother Earth has definitely, definitely received instructions from the Church of Thunder!"

His eyes were almost spitting fire. "They actually refused to cooperate with us! They rejected this 800,000 pounds business. Don't they know how serious the depreciation of their grain is? Once the price reaches this level, it is almost impossible to raise it back. They even refused to provide us with raw materials. Our price is higher than the market price! Does the Church of Mother Earth really not care about their people starving to death in Loen?"

Another person who was reading a newspaper at the table sneered: "I don't think so. They should care."

"Impossible, I don't believe it." The young man said, "They are already buying up pharmaceutical factories with poor performance. Even a blind person can tell what they are up to. If no one gets sick, who will buy their medicine? If everyone is well fed, who will buy their food to keep alive?"

“Some do, but not many.”

After saying that, he pulled out a newspaper and spread it out on the table:
"Do you know the first church to be repaired, the Harvest Church? Father White, who is in charge of this church, actually announced that he is willing to provide protection to the surrounding Fenaport people, and provide free medical care and almost free food and accommodation. Although the space is limited, this is really a great courage. I heard that Father White is a favored person of the Mother Earth? Is there any more accurate information?"

The young man, still angry, glanced at the newspaper and sneered:
"I've seen this kind of person many times. If he wasn't also a Beyonder, I would have let him be trampled to death by the people he rescued tonight."

"But what's the point of him caring about it alone? There are many who don't care. In the newspapers -"

He walked over, took the newspaper from his companion, flipped through it, and found his target in an inconspicuous page. He pointed to the palm-sized page and said:
"See this?"

"I heard at noon today that someone had beaten a pastor of the Thunder Church to death in public, and he himself was a perfect victim. I was so happy that I immediately started printing promotional materials to distribute to the Feynapotters. But guess what happened? Before I even finished printing the materials, the noon newspaper had already made a judgment, saying that the old man had taken money from others and deliberately attacked a good pastor to his death."

"So what? It's easier for you to take action now, isn't it?"

"And then they raised the weekly wages of the farmers who came to farm! They raised it by three pence! It was really high!" The young man sighed viciously, "Not only that, they also promoted the people who had caused trouble before to be junior managers. Obviously, the market price didn't increase, but the rebellious sentiment in the suburbs suddenly disappeared... I did three days of ideological work for the suburbs and asked them to smash the hoes on the heads of the Thunder Church people, but now it seems that everyone has hope again. Humans are really no good. There is no future in the business of emotional incitement."

But it was impossible not to do it, so he sat back in his chair and began to come up with a new evil plan.

……

"So that's how it is. I really feel sorry for what happened to that old man from the bottom of my heart."

In a small restaurant that specializes in Feneport cuisine, Edward sighed from the bottom of his heart while listening to the complaints of people around him.

The food in this restaurant is not expensive to begin with, and the owner also gives discounts to his fellow countrymen, so the restaurant is basically full of Fenapotes:
"I just happened to see him when I went out this morning. He was working hard to make a living in a foreign country. I didn't expect to learn that he was brutally murdered by the pastor of the Thunder Church. It really makes me sad."

Edward had no difficulty in perfectly playing the role of a kind-hearted man who sympathized with the Fenapotes, and in the few minutes before the food was served he had become acquainted with the other guests.

He used a knife to cut open the half-cooked egg on Fenepot's plate, and dipped it in the spicy special sauce on the plate. He looked curiously at the middle-aged man who was also dressed as a farmer and said, "What does the newspaper say? This kind of thing is worth a report anyway, right? Although he has no relatives, there should be an explanation."

"Not at all!" Feynapote's people shouted angrily in their heavily accented voices. "They took his money and goods, and they killed him. His soul can never return to his mother's arms!"

"But why did things turn out like this?"

"Gentlemen, I understand your feelings very well. You were forced to leave your homeland and come to Loen, and you became a vassal state inexplicably. This kind of thing would not be pleasant for anyone."

Edward seemed to be genuinely thinking about the people present, and this behavior easily won their favor:
"But - the dead are dead, and no one can defy the gods. Coming here, it would be fine if we could still survive, if we could still farm and have food to eat. But the goods were reduced to less than a quarter of the original price, the land was dry and barren and could not grow food, the dead relatives did not receive compensation, and had to endure the brutal oppression of the Thunder Church..."

Edward took a bite of his noodles. He thought if he continued talking the rice would get cold.

Someone was cursing in the plateau dialect in my ear. Some people thought of their relatives and friends who had died tragically because of this sentence. Some people were cursing the outrageous market prices and the Food Act in light of what had just happened this morning. Some people were obviously on the verge of getting angry.

After eating, He looked at the agitated farmer and said in a sincere and concerned tone:
"Sir, I can't farm and sell anything. I don't know when I can return home. Maybe there's no one waiting for me back home."

"Do you really have a way to survive?"

After saying this, He quickly apologized, pretending to have spoken out of turn, and expressed it more tactfully: "I mean, there must be a way to survive. After all, the docks in the East District will always need camel drivers to move goods, and the Thunder Church also has many vagrants who take in homeless people. Although it was the gods who brought you to this point, but..."

He shook his head and sighed:
"But why did the happiness we once had end like this?"

"If all this is fate, then why did God torture you? If this is not fate, why did you lose everything and even - almost unable to survive?"

"How pitiful." He said softly.

TBC
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In the last chapter, I saw some readers discussing how people in the Tarot Club don’t believe in the Fool, and some said that they feel they will all be sacrificed in the end.

Regarding faith, it is actually normal for people in a meeting not to believe in fools.

After all, the Fool is essentially a secret gathering, and the Tarot Club is essentially a gathering of Extraordinary people. Klein clearly said that they didn't need to convert, and Fors was grateful for the conversion, but he refused. In addition, in the beginning, Alger thought that he was just a demigod, and he didn't have to convert to participate in the secret gathering (even if there was such a requirement, would conversion mean sincerity?), otherwise Fors and Audrey would have to convert to Mr. A, and everyone would change their beliefs after each gathering.

As for the ones behind, their sequences are too low, and I haven’t figured out the value of sacrificing them yet.

(End of this chapter)