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

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After saying this, Zaratul stopped talking and poured himself a glass of Fourth Epoch sparkling wine, tasting it slowly.

Leonard listened to their conversation next to him. He understood Pales's cynicism and comfort. After all, he had long known about the hatred between the Zoroastrian family and Amon, but he didn't quite understand what Zaratul said. , I vaguely felt that Zaratul seemed to have some resentment towards Mr. Fool, but in the end he chose to bow his head. The reason for the resentment was that he did not get the "Origin Castle"?
Sefirah Castle... Leonard recalled for a while.

He remembered that he seemed to have talked about this term with the old man before, more than once.

Based on the information the old man gave him, and the reaction of the person opposite him, Leonard was basically certain that the place where they were gathering was indeed not the Kingdom of the Fool, but Sefirah Castle.

I'm afraid I'm the only one at the party who knows this information.

Sefirah Castle... This thing called "sefira" can be fought for? Because Zaratul failed to snatch it from Mr. Fool, and he also made great efforts, so he was indignant? However, due to the grudges of the Fourth Epoch, He did not dare to take the risk of approaching the "gate" of Intis, so in the end He chose to join Mr. Fool's army and have the same destination as us...

He didn't think much about it. It was the holder's freedom to hold meetings in either the Kingdom of God or Sefirah Castle.

However, after understanding Zaratul's experience, Leonard felt that he was also quite miserable, so he carefully took out another dessert and placed it in front of Zaratul.

Zaratul looked at the snacks, at Leonard, at Palles, then at Leonard, and finally smiled and said thank you.

As the carriage was driving, He occasionally looked out the window, watching Leonard stare at the spirit world creatures. When Leonard had seen more than a dozen spirit world creatures that he had never seen in the archives, he raised his head inadvertently and suddenly saw that in the distance, in the direction of the seven lights of the spirit world, there was actually an extremely light gray mist area.

At first glance, it seems to be just a part of the vague color block in the spiritual world, and it will be overlooked if you are not careful.

"Old man!"

Leonard turned his head, but seeing the shapeless Pales beside him, he didn't know where to look, so he pointed out the window and said, "I saw a gray fog near the Seven Lights. Could that be...?"

The floating book stopped turning pages, and Zaratul, who was enjoying a drink, also stopped moving. They looked out the window at the same time. Leonard was about to point out the location for them, but he found that the Seven Lights were still there, but the faint gray mist had disappeared.

"If it's gone, it's gone."

Pales' voice appeared in Leonard's ears:

"Perhaps the one in Sefirah Castle has also noticed us. Oh, who wouldn't notice such a conspicuous carriage? If you hadn't been traveling with us, your carriage would probably not be heading there, but to the gate of the Abraham family's mansion."

"Pallez, we are old friends, and I am treating you to good food, drinks, and a nice car, but why do you keep saying these scary things?"

Zaratul finished speaking and took another sip of the light golden sparkling wine in the glass:
"It is also possible that the two of us old guys who have the same path as Sefirah Castle have gathered here and become a symbol, and this child's spiritual vision has also been enhanced, so he can see it."

Pales did not respond. “Perhaps. Do you have any idea about the identity of The Fool? And how did he die?”

Zaratul smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ask about sad things anymore. Don't ask about them anymore."

"As for Mr. Fool's identity..."

Isn't the Fool Klein Moretti? Besides this young junior who was chosen by Sefirah Castle for unknown reasons, who else could it be? Zaratul felt a little strange about this question. He looked at Pales and found that Leonard was also secretly listening carefully. Zaratul was a little curious and asked casually, "Do you have a lot of guesses? I don't think there are many candidates."

"Not many indeed. You should know how many there are."

"Hmm." Zaratul glanced at Leonard. Seeing that he was not surprised at all, he knew that Pales must have discussed this issue many times in front of him. "The selection of candidates is already a commonplace thing, right? You and I are both involved in the game. To outsiders, there are also Antigonus, me, Kotal, and the hidden 'Secret Servant', but in my heart, His identity has basically been determined."

Pales was silent for a while:

"You think so, too?"

Zaratul nodded: "I think it must be."

Who is it? Although it was tantamount to blasphemy to spy on the identity of the gods, Leonard couldn't help but be curious and waited for an answer with bated breath.

"Pallez, think about it. You and I both once had a rudimentary kingdom of God. Do you think that with the ability of a 'secret servant', you can quietly bring the spirits of others from all over the world into your own simple kingdom of God without leaving any traces of mysticism? I know without your answer that the former is possible, but the latter will be presented anyway."

After saying this, He looked at Leonard:

"Since he is also a member of the party, you should be helpless against Sefirah Castle, right?"

This time, Pales was silent for a little longer. After a few seconds, the book floating in the air closed and was gently placed on the empty space on the seat, making it impossible to judge Pales' current movements and posture.

"Yes."

He said calmly: "The Sefirah Castle could have taken his spirit away while I was completely unaware. I could neither feel the coming of the Sefirah Castle nor sense where his spirit had gone. If this was the prototype of the Kingdom of God, even if it was the King of Angels, I would not be powerless to interfere."

"So His identity is clear at a glance, isn't it?" Zaratul asked back, "What I care about most is why He was able to have such a strong control over Sefirah Castle when he was weak."

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask Him in person."

"Haha, I won't ask."

What are they talking about... Leonard was getting more and more confused, not knowing what they were talking about. Wasn't Mr. Fool an ancient god who had revived and returned? Why did they seem to know Mr. Fool from his "weak period"? Well, it seemed so. The Fourth Epoch was ancient to us now, but to them, it might just be an old acquaintance who was still alive...

So, Mr. Fool might be a person from the Fourth Epoch?

"So, why did you start to doubt His identity?" Zaratul asked, "I have met Him, negotiated with Him, and witnessed with my own eyes the close connection between Him and Sefirah Castle. So when I was resurrected and realized that a nearly godlike being had appeared in this path, I felt that there was no other possibility except Him."

The dessert in front of Pales suddenly had a missing corner. After a while, His voice came:

"That's because you don't know what He has done. Do you feel like there's something missing in this world?"

"God of War?" Zaratul looked out the window. "Did Bethel Abraham and the Demon of Knowledge do this? I feel that the uniqueness of the 'Warrior' seems to have appeared in Intis. Although I don't quite understand why they started the war, it's not hard to understand that everyone has some old and new hatreds. Oh, there are only two of them left, right? I think one less is no big deal. In our time, the death of gods is just a mourning. After their death, I feel that this world has become familiar."

"When I was young, I thought the death of King Solomon was the end of the world, but later I realized it was nothing more than that."

"Your emotion is quite touching, but you guessed wrong."

Leonard saw that there was another piece of cake missing from Pales:
"Without the help of the Demon of Knowledge, the ones who killed the God of War were the Gate, Antigonus, and The Fool. The Fool seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the Gate and did not... After the death of the God of War, something else happened in Sefirah Castle. The Fool drove away Amon who occupied Sefirah Castle, and probably killed Antigonus in some way."

Zaratul's eyes, which were originally squinting comfortably, suddenly widened into a round shape. He didn't even notice that the small wine glass in his hand was tilted, and the light golden sparkling wine dripped down his gray beard onto his clothes.

"What did you say?"

"The Fool defeated two other competitors in one go on Sefirah Castle, and even killed Antigonus?"

"No, no, you mean that Amon once occupied Sefirah Castle. When did this happen? How did He get up there, and how was He driven down? Oh, was He killed? That's not right. If He was killed by The Fool, I should be able to feel it after I'm resurrected..."

Pales laughed a few times. It was interesting to see Zaratul, a veteran fortune teller who liked to act like he had won, showing such a shocked expression. He was in a good mood. “Now you know why I was hesitant.”

After several seconds, Zaratul continued to breathe:

"You're right... I had a moment of doubt, but it should be Him, right? By the way, if Antigonus has woken up, then the one in Sefirah Castle is actually..."

"Don't ask me that," Pales said. "How would I know?"

Zaratul took out a handkerchief. He was distracted by the news just now. He wiped the wine off his beard casually, as if even the wine was a projection of history and he could make it all disappear at any time.

At this moment, He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the car window.

Leonard, who was distracted, was startled by his sight and turned his head. The next second, Leonard couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah". Many people suddenly appeared outside the window, in groups. Although their figures and teams became very blurry in the abstract spiritual world, their astonishing number could still be seen. They were wearing very old and simple fur and bone clothes, as if they were a group of ancient humans who suddenly traveled through time and space, so that people could not tell whether they were spiritual creatures or real people. ... However, spiritual creatures can't appear in the thousands or tens of thousands, right? Leonard looked at them in amazement and found that they were also looking at him in amazement.

Huh?
Leonard suddenly saw a familiar figure among the densely packed crowd. The young man with golden hair gave him a very familiar feeling. He was sure that he had never seen such a person in real life.

Just as he was wondering, the tall young man with golden hair seemed to notice him and waved his hand hesitantly.

"… Could it be the 'sun'?"

Zaratul saw Leonard's eyes locked on one of them, and he asked, "Do you know this group of people?"

"I know them." Leonard answered subconsciously, "They should be... people from the God-Forsaken Land."

He stared at the blond youth, but did not shout. He looked familiar, but not too familiar... Klein Moretti actually had contact with the Forsaken Land of the Gods? He was able to pass through the blockade of several gods and contact the Eastern Continent. He must have relied on the power of Sefirah Castle. So, the blond youth was likely a member of the gathering at Sefirah Castle... But they seemed unsure of each other's identities. Did they conceal their identities and faces when talking at the gathering? Zaratul understood everything in an extremely short time.

"The people from the God-Forsaken Land have been brought out, so I have to go and take a look."

Zaratul muttered loudly to himself. The carriage slowed down and caught up with the large army of at least 10,000 people at a distance.

TBC
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"What is that?" White Hillmon stared at the huge creature not far away and asked Derrick in a low voice.

His eyes were sharp, and the "Dragon Hunting Bow" behind him had begun to glow faintly. If that unknown thing was harmful to him, he would also muster up the courage to attack it in a completely unfamiliar environment.

"That... that's probably a form of transportation from the outside world...?"

Derrick was not sure. He did not dare to speak loudly because of the thing that looked like a living monster in front of him. The dozens of spiritual creatures that carried it forward also made everyone in the Forsaken Land feel uneasy. Derrick was not sure whether the figure he saw in this "carriage" just now was Mr. "Xingxing". They had never met before... Did the other party have such a terrifying vehicle?
After he finished speaking, he immediately saw an expression on Elder Hillmon's face that said "The outside world is so terrifying."

“…Almost every one of those surrounding that person is as strong as me.” Hillmon managed to maintain a steady tone, “Derrick, if anything happens, you must immediately notify Mr. Fool…”

We are moving under His gaze, so nothing should happen... Derrick nodded, still feeling a little uneasy.

As they were thinking about it, they saw that amazing vehicle gradually slowed down and caught up with them at a leisurely pace.

About half a minute passed in this tense atmosphere, and then Derrick's eyes suddenly lit up.

It was a physical sudden flash of light. A large amount of light suddenly appeared in front of them, followed by large patches of white occupying their field of vision. Then the white quickly climbed up into the shadows and acquired texture. The blurred brown and white blocks in the distance solidified and turned into snow-covered mountains and plains.

chapped.

White Hillmon fell to the ground, and his entire calf was instantly buried in the flawless white.

Although the demigod was not afraid of the cold, he still gasped in surprise when he noticed the huge temperature difference between the two places. Then, from the crowd behind him, there were constant sounds of gasps, chattering teeth, the rubbing of clothes, and sneezes.

He stood there without moving. After a long time, he carefully pulled up his legs and took a cautious step forward.

Crunch. These white, cold and light things made a sound of being stepped on. Waite looked up at the sky and saw countless white snowflakes falling. He lowered his head and grabbed a handful of them. These soft snowflakes melted in his hands instantly and turned into a small pool of water. He sprinkled this small pool of water on the snow, and when the wind blew, these crystal clear water turned into dots of ice.

Is this "snow"?

He looked at the chief beside him and found that the chief was not speaking, but was staring at several small animals running fast on the snowy field in the distance.

Those weird and cute little animals also had white fur. After running to a distance they thought was safe, they stood up on their two hind legs and looked curiously at the large group of people who suddenly appeared here.

He looked at Derrick again, only to see the young messenger breathing in the cold, fresh air from the outside world, exhaling puffs of white steam. While maintaining a mature and reliable look, he couldn't help but glance at the children who had already started playing with the snow.

Just like this for about a minute, when everyone got familiar with the new environment and gradually quieted down, a vague and grand voice appeared in everyone's ears:

"Make me a wish."

"I will grant your wishes."

It was as if a thin gray mist was emerging before their eyes. Although they did not see the god, the respect and love people had for him did not diminish in the slightest.

Derrick lowered his head and silently made a wish in his heart:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the great master above the gray fog, I long for your protection and hope that you can fulfill my wish..."

"Please give us a new home and a new beginning."

Such words, such a simple yet extravagant wish, sounded almost simultaneously in everyone's heart and echoed softly on this clean and deserted snowfield.

While praying, even Colin's body trembled slightly and was difficult to control.

They finally got the day, the myth repeated itself, and under the gaze of another god, they arrived at the new promised land.

Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, Klein, the "Miracle Master" who was sitting at the bottom of the long bronze table, saw bits of pure light of different colors light up one after another, forming a slowly rotating vast galaxy in front of him.

The voices of the prayers completely overlapped, echoing inside the "Source Castle", creating ripples.

Klein closed his eyes and sensed it for a few seconds. He raised his right hand with a sigh, bent his middle finger, and tapped the edge of the mottled long table.

In the sound of Du, the invisible force spread rapidly like ripples on the water and descended onto the snowy field.

The people of the East Continent only heard the sound of the wind, but they did not feel cold, but were full of anticipation. After a while, when the wind finally stopped, they opened their eyes under the sunlight and suddenly saw tall buildings one after another.

White walls, neat buildings, and clean and bright houses.

There was a library, a cathedral that had already been built, an arena, a mill, and many other buildings that they couldn't name, and even a port near the frozen sea.

They were already in the city.

The whole city was quiet, and even the cold snow wind brought warmth when passing by here.

"when!"

The church bell rang, and the ethereal and melodious bell sound echoed in the hearts of the people of Yuecheng and in the ears of everyone who heard it, as if it could cleanse their souls and bring the most genuine touch of life.

The tears that people had been holding back finally flowed out, and low sobs were heard from the crowd. They felt that their body and mind had become peaceful, without any dust.

Miracle, this is the city of miracles... This thought suddenly popped up in Colin's mind.

“Praise Mr. Fool!” They murmured to themselves at the same time, pressing their right palms on their left chests, facing the church that belonged to Mr. Fool, and listening devoutly and gratefully to the sacred bells from heaven.

……

"Why are you ringing the bell? You don't have to play the role of the secret waiter."

"I'm sorry to have snatched your chance to act. I just felt itchy. Thinking that we will all have to make a living under the eyes of the Fool in the future, I want to show off a little bit." Pales said without any guilt, "Who do you think that person on Sefirah Castle is now?"

"It's him." Zaratul snorted, "Don't steal the chance to ring the bell from me next time."