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

Chapter 595 Planning
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"Today is December 1360, 12, the sixth day since I arrived in Utopia."

"When she woke up in the morning, the teacher told me that she had dreamed about the little white snake again. Sometimes it followed her, and sometimes it hid in the corner. She said that every time it appeared it seemed to be some kind of omen, but she didn't understand it yet."

"As I write this, I am having dinner in the restaurant of the Iris Hotel."

"The gentleman sitting in front of me seemed to be a traveler as well. We were sitting quite far away from each other, but I always felt that he was constantly talking to himself, or to someone invisible. He should be an Intis person, because he spoke standard Intis, but when he started talking to himself, he used the Loenese language. He really liked the bubble iced tea provided by Iris."

"If I remember correctly, this gentleman should have arrived in Utopia the day before yesterday."

"The teacher said that Utopia has no port, only one railway. Because the river is frozen, even river transportation has been suspended. The only way for outsiders to come here is by train, or by following the carriages of neighboring towns that have regular trade."

"But there was no train the day before yesterday, so I don't know how this gentleman got to Utopia. I happened to be learning painting techniques from a painter named Anderson in the Town Square, and I saw this gentleman walking quickly from a distance, heading straight for the Cathedral of St. Merlin Hermes. Yes, I could easily identify him because he looked quite good and had a special temperament."

"His goal was clear. It seemed that he came here just for this church. After entering, he spoke directly to the priest... His behavior gave me a strange feeling, as if the belief of 'The Fool' really existed in this world."

"I think I should go back and look up the information."

"Alas, this city is very interesting and full of all kinds of Feysac folk customs, but I have begun to miss home. Only the Utopia City Library can temporarily alleviate my nostalgia for the travel notes and experiences in my family's collection, but I can only stay there for three hours a day. In the rest of the time, I will learn painting techniques from Mr. Anderson and listen to open-air concerts in the square."

"Yes, I should have written yesterday that people in Utopia always have various ways of entertainment."

“It wasn’t snowing today, it was sunny and the sun was out, so people got out their instruments while they were soaking up the sun.”

“This is not a professional band, but a group of amateurs. Among them are government employees, justices of the peace, solicitors, professional police officers, school teachers, candy factory workers, and shop owners… Among them, those who have money and time are responsible for playing more difficult instruments such as tuba and violin, while the lower and middle class citizens use simpler instruments such as lyres and harmonicas.

"On some days off, they would take to the streets, starting from the town square, going around the city and back to the church near the square. They called it the 'music parade'.

"During the parade, they not only did not exclude citizens from joining in, but encouraged them to sing or dance along with the team. From what I observed, the participants were all very happy and expressed their love for life to the fullest, which made me feel a vigorous and upbeat attitude."

"I have to admit, it was very infectious. The teacher said I was too young and might get hurt if I joined in, so I could only watch from the window. But even just by watching, I couldn't help but hum along with them and felt very happy..."

Everett wrote it very seriously.

The teacher asked him to record every meaningful thing he saw, no matter how big or small, because this might help him better master his power in the future "recorder" stage.

As he was writing, he suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the gentleman had finished the food in front of him and drank the last sip of sparkling iced tea. Then he wiped his mouth, took out his napkin, and stood up, as if he was about to leave.

In the eyes of the young apprentice from an established family, the young gentleman's table manners were not very good and he just barely met the basic requirements of eating well. However, any of his movements seemed particularly free and unrestrained because of his outstanding appearance.

For a moment, Everett wanted to stand up as well, and ask for advice on the beliefs of the Fool, and where to find the records of the Saint Merlin Hermes. There are countless secret sects in this world, and some even believe in a certain aspect of the same god. Although these unknown beliefs are unsafe and need to be vigilant, and some people can be brainwashed into becoming fanatics just by hearing the information... But in this city, the Fool and his Saint at least have a cathedral.

This means... He should also be... an existence on the same level as a true God, right?
Everett felt itchy, but he didn't stand up to ask until the other party left, because this kind of thing was still too risky.

It is said that spiritual pollution is quite secretive. In history, an angel suddenly died one day after returning from a space travel. He did not want to become a fanatic or lunatic of a certain existence in the future, bringing danger and trouble to his teacher and his family.

After dinner, Everett packed up his things and returned to his suite as usual.

As expected, Ms. Vipelia was already waiting at the desk. She looked up from the document she was reading, glanced at the clock, and praised her student for her punctuality: "Very punctual, sir. Take a ten-minute break, and then we will start studying occult knowledge."

"Ok."

Everett nodded obediently, and he sat down and took a look at the other documents spread out on the table. They were basically research materials on the symbol of "snake" in "dreams". There were no such things in the room yesterday. It seems that the teacher must have told Mr. Dorian about his continuous strange dreams in a letter, and then asked for these materials.

Spirit creature messengers are so convenient... He thought with anticipation, maybe in the future I will meet creatures that are willing to cooperate with me.

He also took a copy and started watching.

There were many mystical terms in the literature that he couldn't understand, but he could understand the general meaning of the article by reading only the parts he could understand.

"...In the world of mysticism, due to the existence of extraordinary abilities and paths, 'snakes' often symbolize 'corpse collectors'. This cold-blooded animal symbolizes the 'corpse collectors' lower body temperature, less food intake and physiological activities, and a 'pseudo-death' state like hibernating snakes. In ancient Balam, there was a culture of feathered serpent worship, which was on the same level as the 'death' they believed in. Balam people still believe that their power comes from a giant feathered serpent, which may be the reason why their path can be consistent with 'snakes' in mysticism..."

What was "mythical creature form"... Everett couldn't understand the word.

Apart from some introductions to extraordinary abilities, the education provided by the Abraham family to the new extraordinary people did not include knowledge of the middle sequence and above.

The "Corpse Collector" path seems to be a path that symbolizes death? The Beyonders on this path are accompanied by corpses, spirits, and death. If they appear in a dream, it is basically a completely negative symbol... Everett felt a little uneasy. After simply reading the one in his hand, he reached out and touched another one because the time was not up yet.

But the one in hand still associates "snake" with negative symbols.

"...In rare cases, 'snake' means transformation..." He was aimlessly rummaging through the documents when he suddenly caught sight of this sentence. But before he could take a closer look, he saw that the teacher had put down the paper in his hand and stopped him from rummaging with his eyes.

Everett sat down quickly:

"Teacher, I have a question for you."

Ms. Vipelia glanced at him, not commenting on the student's attempt to change the subject: "Go ahead."

"I want to know if 'The Fool'...is this a secret belief that actually has a certain scale in the occult community?"

Everett told the story of the mysterious black-haired, green-eyed young man and honestly expressed his doubts:
“…I think that gentleman might really be a follower of The Fool. The Aurora Society, the Witch Cult, and the Life School all didn’t dare to build churches for the beings they believed in, but they actually built a church in the city in a dignified manner. After all, churches are only for righteous gods, right? Does this prove that The Fool has actually gained quite a lot of support in secret and is about to come out in the open…”

"Teacher, is there any record of the 'Fool' in the family? What kind of god is this? What does it symbolize in mysticism?"

After asking these questions, Everett began to wait for the teacher to answer him with great anticipation.

According to his experience, the teacher always liked him to ask questions and study hard, which was in line with the requirements of his potion. Whenever he asked questions after thinking carefully, whether it was about history, art, mysticism or other things, the teacher would quickly bring the relevant materials and carefully explain the knowledge in the small class. But this time, he unexpectedly found that the teacher remained silent after he asked the question, and looked at him with a meaningful look.

"Everett."

"Yes!" He grabbed his trousers nervously.

"Why do you think Utopia is so unknown and mysterious, with so many strange devices, weird beliefs and churches, and even incredible extraordinary powers, but I still feel that this place is safe and bring you here?"

Everett answered carefully: "Teacher, you told me on the train here that because you have the permission of your ancestors..."

Everett's mother was a critic. At a salon, she received a travel poster and coupons from a new writer. She couldn't spare the time, so she took the items back home.

Finally, after going around in circles, I learned from Ms. Vipelia who came to teach that she had never heard of this place name and didn't care about it at first, but two days after she returned, she suddenly said that she wanted to take her students on a short trip to Utopia.

The parents felt that the child really needed to go out and get some fresh air, so they allowed the family manager, who was a grandmother, to take him out.

Ms. Vipelia nodded:

"After I returned, I divined the name 'Utopia'. I spent 50 years in Loen. When I was young, I was confident that I could become a 'traveler', so I visited almost every city in that country."

“But I haven’t heard of this little town.”

"Sure enough, I divined that this place does not belong to Loen, but to Feysac."

"I was very curious about why a small city would go to such great lengths to disguise its address, and there was no need to promote tourism internationally. It just so happened that I had a chance to learn and communicate with my ancestors that day, so I brought this question to them... Then, my ancestors said that this city could be visited, and if a 'traveler' or 'recordant' went there, there might be unexpected gains."

"I asked the ancestors if there was anything special about this city. They told me that this city belonged to the Fools."

"Listen, Everett, forget about this matter when you go out. You are not qualified to know more about this existence, so I will only tell you... He is a friend of our ancestors and an ancient existence. He will not harm us."

……

"Ms. Audrey Hall?"

Someone knocked on the office door.

"It's me, please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a Beyonder in a platinum robe came in:
"Here is your letter of appointment."

Several documents were delivered to Audrey, who placed them flat on the table one by one. Audrey looked over and saw that each document was indeed anti-counterfeit. As a letter of appointment to a demigod, the contractual power on it must have come from an angel.

The church was established not long ago. Is it too late to train an angel now? If he is not from the Aurora Society, then he can only be an angel who once followed the Eternal Sun... I heard that the Dusk Hermits also master the "Sun" path. This infiltration is really silent... Audrey did not speak. She smiled and looked at the other party, waiting for further introduction.

Facing this young demigod, the church members could only admire her beauty with awe:

"According to your expectations, you will become the general manager of the reconstruction area in the southeast of Intis, including two small cities and one important city. As for subordinates and staffing, you can continue to submit your application to the church."

The chief of the diocese, which means that my status is basically equivalent to that of Archbishop Saint Anthony, even though I am only Sequence 4... Audrey nodded slightly: "Thank you, then when will I take office?"

"Within this month." After saying that, the other party quickly added, "If you want to spend the New Year in Trier before going, that's completely fine. As the general manager, you are eligible to use the house with the following configuration. Our engineering team has already gone there."

Audrey looked at the official housing conditions and shook her head gently:
"Instead of building a villa or residence for me, please use the money to rebuild local houses."

"By the way, I will be on a business trip for a while, and I hope to temporarily hand over my parish to Ms. Irena Montemar. I have also submitted an application to the church for this matter. What is the church's reply?"

The clerk nodded and said, "It has been approved. You and Ms. Irena need to be present at the same time to complete a contract together."

"No problem, I can do it tomorrow."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and confirming more rules, Audrey sent the other party away.

After the other person left, Audrey relaxed her body, stood up, walked a few steps, and stretched.

"The Montemar family has retained their status, but has lost their title and a large amount of money. They are planning to transform into a new direction of investing in industry and new energy industries. So, handing the reconstruction area over to Irena will fulfill the promise between her and me... Phew, now it's time to deal with the task that Mr. Hermes has given me. I'm going back to Backlund on a business trip... It's an incredible feeling."

Although this is an opportunity for Susie to play the role of "Dream Walker", I must accompany her throughout the whole process. April is the social season for the Backlund nobles. During this period, I must establish good relations with the Backlund nobles with a new identity.

I can see my parents and Hibbert again, and Martha, Grallint, and my friends...

TBC
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Audrey stood quietly, recalling these friends who had originally held a high position in her heart, but she suddenly felt a sense of strangeness, as if she had known them and played ball and had banquets with them decades ago.

She recalled the candidates for the Backlund nobles she was familiar with, and soon selected a noble family with a certain status that had already faced a considerable economic crisis before she left.

There might even be more than one. Audrey could think of seven or eight at random.

"I have to hurry up and discuss with Susie about a completely different character. I also have to train her on aristocratic etiquette, including her hobbies, clothing style, personality traits, growth experience, including her learning experience, history and culture, and philosophy... My God, if it was a year ago, I would not have believed that Susie was really going to start learning how to be a human being."

(End of this chapter)