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

Chapter 572 24 hours before Utopia opens
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On the morning of December 12th, at the Harvest Church in Daqiao South District.

“Father, please save my daughter…” The young but weathered parents knelt in front of the holy emblem of Mother Earth, looking at Emlyn White with sad eyes, “Please save our daughter, she has only lived through five springs.”

Emlyn, who was wearing the same style of priest robe as Utravsky, clasped his hands together and looked at the little girl placed in front of him.

Drowsiness, high fever, cough, loss of appetite... Although these were all simple and common symptoms, this experienced "pharmacist" could tell at a glance that the girl just had a severe cold with a high fever. However, under the expectant gaze of the girl's parents, Emlyn still briefly asked about the girl's condition, then squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the little girl's eyelids to confirm.

"Don't worry, it's just a fever."

"But she was fine the day before yesterday..."

"It's just a fever."

Emlyn comforted them, but he also knew their real intention, so he said directly to the assistant behind him:
"A potion for a high fever."

"Ok!"

The assistant answered loudly. On the side of the church, in the empty space prepared for rows of benches, a young man in a priest's robe was standing in the middle of several boiling iron pots, occasionally throwing herbs into different large iron pots and stirring them.

The iron pot gave off a strong aroma of medicinal herbs, and the white steam made the temperature inside the entire church slightly higher than outside.

The assistant's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and muscular arms.

He worked hard to stir the contents of each iron pot with a long-handled spoon, allowing the different medicines to be boiled, burned, and blended together. The smell of the mixed medicines was so pungent that it was difficult to get used to it even if you stayed in the church for a long time, but the assistant and Emlyn had already gotten used to it.

After all the materials prepared in advance were put in, he waited patiently for another ten minutes before scooping up the brown-black liquid with an iron spoon and putting it into the container brought by the parents next to him.

The sticky and pungent black potion only occupied the bottom of the container. The assistant then carried the bowl to the sink, fetched a large amount of clean water from the faucet, and brewed the potion into a common antipyretic potion sold in pharmacies.

The current price in pharmacies or clinics is 5 soli 10 pence for a 70 ml bottle.

Most people would pour the medicine into water and drink it slowly over several times, not daring to really take the most effective dose as required by the doctor. Just this little bit is already half of an ordinary worker's weekly salary, and obviously not everyone can afford it.

After confirming that there was no problem with the overdose, the assistant quickly handed the bottle of medicine to the patient's parents who were waiting expectantly.

"Drink it in five times." The assistant reminded, "Don't save it, otherwise the child will develop a chronic disease."

The parents thanked the priest and the assistant again and again, and the assistant said:

"Fever is not a serious disease. It's not good for the child to stay at home. Let's go to the clinic next time."

"Yes, we will go..."

The mother picked up the child and did not answer, while the father showed a trace of helplessness and embarrassment on his face. After thanking Emlyn and his assistant again, they left the Harvest Church with the child and the potion.

The assistant sighed and said nothing.

The medicines made by "doctors" like him were countless times better than those sold in pharmaceutical factories outside, and the herbs allocated by the church were enough to make hundreds of doses of medicine. He could certainly understand the idea of ​​some civilians and poor people who could not afford medicine or see a doctor and could only come to the church to ask for free treatment and medicine, but in the long run, he was still a little worried about this church and his new boss.

The renovation and expansion of the Harvest Church is basically completed, but the furniture and corresponding ritual items have not yet been fully installed.

Only the left part of the chairs for believers to pray were installed. Some people were praying. After Feynapotter donated food and manpower to Loen, many people began to go to the church of Mother Earth to worship and listen to teachings out of gratitude. The open space and the wall on the right were crowded with Feynapotters.

Some of them were taking the time to close their eyes and rest, while others were watching the people of Loen who were asking for free treatment. They didn't mind the pungent smell of the priests' boiling potions. In a foreign country, such an atmosphere and temple could make them regain some of the feeling of home.

Emlyn returned to the storage room, took out some glasses and glass bowls, and placed them next to the large kettle in the church that was emitting white steam.

"Here is some herbal tea to warm your body."

He said to those who were praying and warming themselves in the church, whether they were Feynaporte or not: "Everyone can drink for free."

After saying that, Emlyn turned and walked to the first row of prayer seats on the left and sat down.

He closed his eyes, interlaced his fingers and placed them lightly on the tip of his nose, and began to pray silently to the Mother Goddess in his heart.

The Fenaport people had a natural fondness for the priests of their own faith. While the Loen people were still hesitating, they had already stood up and quietly lined up in front of the kettle.

The first person in line was a middle-aged man with a sallow face. He poured more than half a cup of light yellow medicinal tea into a clean glass, blew on it to his lips, and then gulped down a big gulp.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, his face turned redder, and he licked his lips. He said to Emlyn gratefully:

"Father White, thank you so much, I feel much better and have some strength again!"

Emlyn stopped praying for the moment and smiled business-like: "I just did a very small thing, which is not worthy of thanks. Praise the merciful mother."

"Praise the Mother Goddess!" said the middle-aged man, washing the glass and placing it back next to the kettle.

The people behind came forward one by one, drank the diluted tea boiled with ginger slices and other medicinal materials, and then expressed their gratitude to Father White and the Mother Goddess.

After about ten minutes, the assistant finished cooking the pots of herbs on hand, walked to Emlyn, and whispered:

"Father, there are more people asking for help than we thought, and it is foreseeable that there will be more in the future. Do we need to apply for two more priests from the church, or organize some volunteers to help?"

Emlyn clicked his tongue. “No one has so much time to do free labor.”

"I understand. The church's funds can hire two temporary workers every day, and the salary will be paid daily." The assistant nodded, and then he said, "Father, I didn't expect you to accept nonbelievers. Among the patients who came for help today, only two or three are believers of the Mother Goddess. They didn't even do their homework before coming for help, and they even stuttered when reciting the Mother's prayer."

Hearing this, Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. This sentence makes me miss it a little." Emlyn suddenly thought of the time a year ago, when the "Backlund Great Smog" had just ended. He also worked with Utravsky to take in many mildly ill patients affected by the plague and provided them with timely treatment. At that time, he also asked a similar question. How did Utravsky answer him at that time?

"They are also lives." Emlyn said nonchalantly, "Medicinal herbs are much cheaper than drugs. Perhaps a rescue will make them realize their mother's kindness and they will be more grateful for the Mother Goddess's grace in their hearts. That's enough."

"Praise your kindness, mother."

The assistant pretended to hold a baby. He looked at his boss, who looked younger than himself, and said with a smile:

"Father, the consumption of medicinal herbs is a bit too fast. I am the 'Harvest Priest'. I hope to open up a small plot of land in the backyard of the church to grow medicinal herbs to slow down the consumption. Do you think it's okay?"

"Whatever you want." Emlyn said, "You are right, we will welcome more people later..."

"Old man, if we keep going in this direction, Trier is just ahead, right?"

Leonard flipped through the newspaper in his hand. "I asked on the way. Trier's railway system is still being improved and upgraded. Trier has not opened a route to Dilan. Do we need to pass through Trier? Or should we just bypass it and go somewhere else?"

"I also asked the port. If we take domestic shipping from here, we can stay on the ship comfortably for a few days and go directly to 'Dilan'."

Pales was silent for a while, then said:
"You can decide that for yourself."

"There are some 'Fools' like you in Trier. They are probably other kids from your meeting before the God."

"Is there anyone else in Trier?" Leonard became excited and asked quickly, "Who is it?"

"Here's a hint for you - Bethel Abraham is now back in the Abraham family."

"Bethel Abraham? You mean Mr. 'Gate'... This person has returned to the Abraham family... Oh! There is also someone in the Tarot Club who is closely related to the Abraham family. Do you mean that Ms. 'Magician' is visiting Trier now?"

Leonard thought about it for a moment and figured out the answer. When he heard the old man in his mind hum, he knew he had guessed right.

Although the answer was correct, Leonard had no relationship with the "Magician" lady, nor was he familiar with her. He didn't even remember her name. Therefore, he had no intention of visiting her and the Abraham family in Trier. He felt that the old man would not let him go. After all, they were not sure whether Mr. "Door" would take away the weak, pitiful and helpless Sequence 2 Pales.

"Who else is there besides her?" Leonard asked again.

Pales deciphered the answer, but when he saw that the other party was near the Creator's Church, he decided not to answer.

"Another... Are there any female Beyonders from the five paths, such as 'Secret Prayers', 'Sailors', etc., in your meeting before the God?"

"You mean Miss Justice." Leonard recalled and found that he was not familiar with this lady. He just guessed that she was most likely Audrey Hall based on her appearance and identity habits.

Since there is no one I know, there is no need to say hello. After all, today is Monday, what if there is a meeting this afternoon... Even if there is no meeting, Mr. Fool said that the meeting will be restarted, so I can still see other people, so there is no need to visit now.

Leonard thought about it and made up his mind.

"Let's go directly to Castle Dilan by water," he said, "first let's go see who the 'companion' you mentioned is."

……

The preliminary preparations for creating a secret doll town were quite boring and tedious, at least that was what Klein originally thought.

Since Ouroboros reported errors too quickly, it was inconvenient for Klein to bring Him to Sefirah Castle, so he had to return to Sefirah Castle to rest first, and temporarily arranged for a secret doll to carry part of his spirit to work with Ouroboros.

In the huge, brand new library that was just built a minute ago and didn't even have a single book in it, Klein's puppet sat on one side of the table, and Ouroboros sat on the other side. Klein took a fountain pen and used ordinary paper to write the name, age, and destiny of each puppet, while letting the "spiritual worms" crawl out of his body and reorganize into one clone after another beside him.

Some of these Kleins sat on the ground, some took out food from the historical projection, some tried to turn other clones into their own puppets to help them work, some tried to seduce Ouroboros to become their subordinate, and some materialized a bed and lay down on it...

Then, they took out different professional books from the pile of miscellaneous items and read them carefully.

These are the professional knowledge that different puppets need to master. Only in this way can they play their roles well and make every aspect of them real enough so that no problems will be exposed even when they have in-depth conversations and interactions with outsiders.

If it was just a matter of memorizing this knowledge, it wouldn't be difficult for Klein.

This time, he cleverly selected a large number of people who had recently died to become his secret puppets. They had their own identities when they were alive, which also gave Klein more direction.

But he must truly master it and be able to apply it. He cannot let a burly and low-paid switchman blurt out how moisturizing a certain skin care product is or what defects a certain silk has. If such a situation happened in a theater or opera, it might create a strange attraction, but if put into reality, it would be obviously distorted and not conducive to the advancement of the ceremony.

"How to Brew Fine Wine", "Train Dispatching", "Dessert Making Encyclopedia"...

Manuals for the Repair of Gas Sconces, Gas Meters, and Various Household Machinery, Dixie Cuisine, Fundamentals of Law, Ladies' Aesthetics, Self-cultivation for Clergymen...

Klein quickly assigned different avatars to learn different knowledge, just like dividing a university into different colleges, and then asked the puppet in charge of this major to manage all related puppets - after all, knowledge is common, and even if some confusion does occur, there will not be too big a mistake, these are all small errors within the allowable range.

Fortunately, there are not too many people in a town who really need to master the corresponding professional knowledge in depth. Most of the residents are semi-illiterate or even truly illiterate. They rely on experience to live and lead a muddled life.

For these roles, Klein needs to learn relatively less, just like those workers who go to the assembly line after simple training or no training.

Ouroboros watched the identities of every puppet created by Klein and shaped a suitable fate for them.

He would occasionally ask for Klein's advice:
"Does this man's fate need any further embellishment? From a human point of view, his life was miserable."

A few of the Kleins who were studying hard looked up. Some thought that they could bring some improvement to the other party's fate, while others thought that there was no need to make any changes. Finally, Klein, as the main subject, tossed a coin, which determined that his fate would have a change.

After an unknown amount of time, when the sunlight outside the window completely disappeared and the stars in the sky could be seen through the glass, Klein finally completed the sorting out of the fate and identity of everyone in the entire Utopia.

"Angel of Destiny" wrote the fate of nearly 30,000 people in five hours at a moderate speed.

Klein looked at the pile of papers on the table and sighed painfully:
"It's just like directing a huge movie! I'm the screenwriter, the lighting designer, the props designer, the makeup artist, and all the actors..."

With Ouroboros' help, Klein felt that his efficiency had increased countless times.

After all, letting the sometimes lucid and sometimes confused main body do this job might turn Utopia into the paradise of weird wizards like before.

"Well, there is one thing we need to pay attention to when operating the Secret Doll Town: Although I am a polite and cultured gentleman, most of the residents in a town are from the lower class. Whether they speak or behave, they tend to be vulgar... I can't act in a dignified manner, otherwise I won't be able to break through the psychological barriers. But after dawn, I will control outsiders to enter Utopia through chance, so I must do this..." Klein sighed silently, and let the clones around him disintegrate into "Spirit Bugs" and let the "Spirit Bugs" drill back into his body.

The "secret puppet" of Klein, who was the main body, was ready to return to Source Castle and return to his original body with this knowledge.

Before leaving, he looked at Ouroboros and blurted out a question:
"What role do you want to play in Utopia? Please make it clear in advance that I will not allow the symbol of God to appear in Utopia."

Ouroboros was silent for a while, then asked:
"So, is an inverted cross okay?"

TBC
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The wind blew against the glass window, and the two of them were silent for a few seconds.

Klein said, “Okay.”

(End of this chapter)