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

Chapter 597 Returning to the old place
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"The best way to restrict the Trunsoest Brass Book is to let it fall into an internal loop. First, we need to set up a space that isolates it from external feedback, so that it has no chance to continue to revise the bill based on its own activity..."

"The best way to get stuck in an internal loop is to let it create its own contradictory laws, but such a situation is difficult to create."

"And the easiest way for me is to directly seek the help of the Great Snake and give the Brass Book a cycle that starts from ten years."

“But when they realized that I had arrived, they must have already arranged a way to fight against the ‘fate’ path. The big snake is busy catching another snake, and I really shouldn’t intervene at this time. The brass book has two angels suppressing the seal, so it won’t be overactivated for a while. The maximum effective range is at most limited to the Feysac Empire. If it’s farther away, Bethel Abraham and the dead demon are not something they can dream of. Instead, I have to worry about the dead demon stabbing me in the back…”

Medici stroked his chin and thought intently. If he had an army and other sealed objects at hand, it would be easy to deal with the brass book and the patriarch holding the brass book.

But now He has nothing in His hands, almost nothing.

"Hey." Medici slapped his face. "Do you two have any ideas? Of course, I know it's impossible for the brass book to produce a paradox with the two of you, so if you don't have anything else to say, you can keep quiet."

"You said it was the Medici who were not allowed to act, what does that have to do with me, Soren" and "You said it was Einhorn who were not allowed to move, what does that have to do with me, Medici", although this idea is perfect and seems feasible, but the Brass Book will not really issue regulations by name - this is where the flaw is revealed.

As long as the brass book says "Hunter activities prohibited", all three of them can be temporarily restricted.

The same seal, when operated by someone and when operated by the activation properties, has a completely different effect. The experienced sequence one is still quite intimidating with its uniqueness.

"Nothing to say." Einhorn replied lazily in his mind, "You want to fight my descendants and expect me to help you? Not only can I not do anything, I will also try my best to hinder you. That's it, Sauron, it's your turn to play your cards."

"I'll pair."

"No."

"What's wrong with you two?"

"That's right, you've released all of them."

"Okay, get out of here." Medici waved his hand and sent the two useless teammates into the corner.

Saying something strange, I feel much better. After relieving the pressure a little, Medici finished reading the small notebook in his hand and sorted out a little bit of useful information from these fragmentary intelligence.

Medici hadn't been so close to the lower classes for a long time. The last time he needed to get closer to the lower classes was when he ate hot stew with everyone in the East Continent. The ugly crooked handwriting and the large amount of useless nonsense on the small notebook were simply mentally damaging, making him begin to miss the little devils who were good at accounting and the subordinates with their own abilities in "War Red". However, the gangsters and cheap workers in the civilian area could definitely not compare with his regular army, so Medici could only sigh in despair.

After the first round of temptation, neither he nor his opponent wanted to act rashly. Not only were they not sure they could kill the other in a short time, but there was also a powerful enemy lurking in the dark, wanting to wait for both sides to suffer losses before taking advantage of them. This confrontation became very challenging.

But it doesn’t matter. Conspirators are good at protecting themselves and will not hesitate to use their brains to achieve their goals.

"Assuming that both of them are my targets, the advantage of taking action against the Patriarch is that as long as I act quickly enough, I can get one or two Sealed Artifacts. The disadvantage is that without the Patriarch, the young man from the Einhorn family can directly take over the church and unite all forces to deal with me."

"It seems that attacking Him first will only bring harm. It's like we're walking into a trap. Chick will definitely run the fastest..."

Chick is so annoying, like a poisonous snake always lurking around, ready to bite someone. It would be great if this guy could explode right on the spot.

So when Patriarch Larion found himself under attack, he was just panicked but not surprised. The three of them knew the interests involved very well. Larion even didn't dare to bet whether the emperor would save him. What if he "just happened to be a little late"?

If he had come a little later, brought his own seals and fully prepared to drive away the evil war angels who assassinated the Patriarch, he could have accepted the Church of the God of War with tears and become the dual leader of the secular and religious in Feysac.

——Although no one knows how long this power can be held, there is always such people in the world who only care about holding power and not time.

Ouch.

Medici came up with a solution.

I don't know what other people think, but according to Medici's observation, the stereotype of Him is often that He is the pinnacle of military power and the leader of the army, as well as a symbol of victory and positive war. But positive does not mean justice, just like people always have an illusion that the God of War always wins every battle and is the most powerful on the front battlefield.

But in fact……

Since no one can decide the winner through force, there is no need to decide the winner through force.

The necessity of force is unquestionable, but compared to the directness of the battlefield, conspiracy is more flexible and adaptable, and can be applied to almost all situations. In order to deal with the stalemate on the front battlefield and tilt the situation in favor of one's own side when the two sides are evenly matched, conspiracy is born for this reason.

Medici turned around and asked the Southern Continent Demigod who had been silent for a long time, like a puppet:

"You mentioned before that there are people who are secretly spreading the word about the 'Sea God' of the Rorsted Archipelago near the port. Are these people still around?"

Hilda turned her head, but her shoulders and body remained motionless. Suddenly, she had a strange sense of movement, as if a wooden sculpture had become alive. "They have become the law that forbids the worship of evil gods."

After saying this, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a blush appeared on her face:
"There was one person alive, but he had no money to treat his broken hand, so he applied snow to the wound. But he was too afraid of the pain and applied it for too long. When he was warming his arm by the fire, the flesh on his arm fell off his bones like jelly. He bled to death this morning."

"His arms have all turned to bones. I don't have a zombie like that."

"Then I'm really late to ask." Medici didn't feel too sorry, "Your Rose School's hobbies are still so twisted and perverted."

Hilda was a little embarrassed: "Thank you, I think you're cool too."

Although he had heard about it many times, Medici was not really interested in the Rose School's hobbies and zombie-making techniques. "What did the Sea God promise? They were offering sacrifices to Him? If I remember correctly, the legend of the Sea God's true identity is only a local belief in the Rorsted Islands. Now the news of the God of War's death has been kept secret by the church, and the Inquisition is not a decoration. Why are they risking their lives to secretly offer sacrifices to the Sea God?"

"A merchant from the Rorsted Archipelago. He's not a missionary. He just said that he could get fish by offering sacrifices to the sea god in the archipelago. The ports are taken over by nobles in winter. They may not be caught for offering sacrifices to the evil god, but without work, they will freeze to death in one day."

"Oh, so the businessman has left?"

"He said he was running a charity school and that he was just stopping by the Ice-Free Port to buy some whale meat... He probably didn't expect that someone would actually take his preaching to heart."

Hilda shrugged, not surprised:
"I guess a lot of people performed the ritual secretly... and then one or two people were lucky enough to catch fish, and the name of 'Sea God' spread quietly in the port area. I don't know how long it had been passed on when it was discovered, probably about a month ago. But it was useless. After a certain scale, the notice board made them all disappear."

After hearing this, Medici thought about it for a moment and a smile appeared on his face.

"No, it's nothing. I think there are more people who want to secretly worship the Sea God now than before."

"Since so many people died, it proves that sacrificing to this guy is effective. We should make some moves in this regard, and have your people spread the faith of the sea god in secret, tell stories of those who have successfully gained rewards, and encourage them to perform sacrifices in secret."

Hilda wasn't surprised:
"I understand your desire to cause trouble, but this will only lead to more deaths of people who can be exploited, right?"

"How can it be."

Medici gestured.

"Just ask them to draw a sea snake on the ground. If they know how to draw, just use your hands to draw a long, winding line on the snow."

"Then put something to eat in front of it, half a loaf of bread, half a bottle of wine."

"——I'm taking this out to refrigerate the food at home. How can that be considered a secret sacrifice to the evil god? As for this drawing on the snow, how can you tell it's a snake? I just scooped up a scoop of snow to have a snowball fight when I was bored. How can that be considered a holy emblem? The holy emblem of the God of the Sea doesn't look like this. Look at the neighbors around here. They're all making this. We've believed in the God of War for generations. Are you saying that this whole street is now secretly offering sacrifices to the evil god?"

"The ritual is just this process, reciting the honorific name to the holy symbol, and then placing something that pleases the gods. Although the brass book says that the honorific name cannot be recited in full, it should be possible to make up a few symbols and say some random prayers without anyone teaching you."

Hilda looked at Medici:
"It looks like you have a lot of experience in catching cultists."

"Of course." In the Third Age, it was not just about arresting cultists, it was about being hostile to all faiths in the world.

"Okay, I'll let them do it, but in this case, the announcement... If the brass book you mentioned can react, every time the terms are updated, it will make the potential Poseidon believers more determined."

Hilda stroked her chin, imitating Medici's thoughtful expression, and the yellow headband on her dark brown hair swayed.

She looked to be in her twenties, but her actual behavior was younger. “You also need me to go to the harbor to control some fish to slip into the hands of those lucky ones. I have never been to school, so I will just assume that these strategies you mentioned are useful.”

"You can't learn these things in school," Medici said in the manner of a subordinate who didn't seem very smart, "unless you went to the military school we run."

Hilda nodded:

"You are helping it gain more believers. Do you know the God of the Sea?"

Although it is called the "Sea God", many high-sequence beings know that it is just a sea snake that was lucky enough to swallow a Sequence 3 Beyonder characteristic and did not lose control. It is not a god at all, and is not even a normal saint.

It doesn't have much wisdom, and only knows how to use its power to violently intimidate believers, or even attack them, forcing them to believe in it. Even its protection is very limited, let alone expecting it to have any effect on the rebels other than deterrence by force.

Medici thought for a moment and corrected her:
"Yes, and you should just call him 'Him'."

"It got promoted?"

"The sea serpent you knew died a long time ago. The current 'sea god' is a true god."

After Medici finished speaking, he immediately began to mutter something that no one could understand: "Give that kid some more believers, occupy the public opinion field, and spread the faith of the 'Fool'. When he finishes building the Secret City, he must give me some assistance... Not too much, at least help me stop the dead demon, and it would be best if he could directly explode the 'Conqueror' characteristic..."

"correct."

Medici suddenly thought of something else:
"Go find the tall guy who bought a large amount of weapons and food and didn't bargain."

"I suspected they were my acquaintances, so after I approached them, I tried to tell them my name to see how they would react."

"What if he responds?" Hilda asked.

"If he reacts, tell him, well..."

Medici cleared his throat and whispered solemnly:

"The holy war He wants is about to begin. As promised, you should follow the footsteps of the war."

"What a weird thing! His Highness Si'a never told us this when he was still alive."

"Only superstitious talk can have a propaganda effect. Let's not go off topic. If I'm not mistaken, this group of people are the true descendants of giants. Their average height is two meters four, and they are all extraordinary people. Then, we can start to spread the news that they are the chosen people of God, the noble guests from the hometown of the giants. They are the real masters of this country. And their god is the god who will replace the god of war to protect this country..."

TBC
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December 12th, before the New Year.

Early in the morning, Viscount Conrad arrived at Pritz Harbor in a carriage and began to wait for the relative who had come from afar.

He was quite disdainful of this relative, but the reward he offered was really generous.

As an old land noble, when he, who was obsessed with the glory of his ancestors, realized the importance of shares and industry, there was no place for him to squeeze into the new industry to get a share.

At first he did not take it seriously, until his income from land became less and less, and one day he even found that he could not even afford the 100,000 gold pounds that was used to maintain the family castle on his fiefdom. Only then did Viscount Conrad wake up from his dream. He was struck by lightning and had to "donate" one of his family's collections to the art museum at the beginning of the year. He received 50,000 pounds and maintained last year's dignity.

But since then, his respectability has been like a hole that gets bigger and bigger the more it is patched.

There are always countless places to spend money, but the money is getting less and less.

This year's banquets, salons, clothing, food and clothing expenses were the same as in previous years. He even hired a few more servants. The financial hole was getting bigger and bigger, just like his dignity. Viscount Conrad would only stare at his account book in the dead of night. He was subjectively unwilling to face the account book and his financial crisis, but in reality he had to count on his fingers and calculate which of his humble collections to sell next - before selling it, he would put it away and joke to the guests that he was tired of seeing it.

Lowering the standards is out of the question.

Fortunately, just when he was worrying about the expenses for this year's New Year, a relative in Feynaport wrote to him.

Although this relative did not have a title, the tone of the letter was extremely flattering. He probably did not realize that the relative he thought was noble had his hairline receded by two centimeters because he had no money. The letter writer wanted his daughter, who had just come of age, to enter Backlund's social scene, find her future engagement partner, and join the nobility. He hoped that Viscount Conrad would be the introducer of this girl for the sake of their relationship.

None of this is important. The only thing that made Viscount Conrad finish reading the letter was the leverage of his relatives:
The other party was in the grain business in Feynaport and had invested in steel and banks, so he was very wealthy. Although he was only a baron, he was very wealthy and was willing to pay 300,000 pounds to send his daughter to Viscount Conrad as a daughter who was raised in a foreign land due to poor health.

If the marriage could be arranged successfully, the other party generously said that he would give Viscount Conrad another 200,000 pounds as a thank you.

In Loen, a donation of 500,000 pounds to the country could buy a title.

For the sake of the money, no matter how much Viscount Conrad hated this peasant relative, he still wrote back to express his willingness.

He couldn't help but sigh, the sacrifice he made was too great, he had to let the daughter of a wealthy commoner bear his family's glorious surname.

"Master, the boat is here." The valet said.

They actually came by boat... Viscount Conrad was even more disdainful in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just nodded.

Of course he would not get out of the car to greet her, and he did not even want to meet this commoner girl who had no noble blood but pretended to be a noble. But considering the three hundred thousand pounds she brought with her, he at least had to meet her, say a few words, and express his concern.

The valet got off the carriage with gifts to pick up the lady, while he sat motionless in the carriage, happily waiting for the opportunity to directly fill this year's financial hole and allow him to hold a decent and status-appropriate New Year's Eve party that could dispel rumors of the "economic crisis."

After a while, he heard the young woman's voice not far away.

He was somewhat curious, so he drew aside the curtains and took a look, praying in his heart that the girl was at least not very ugly and would embarrass him.

Soon, he saw his valet and the girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat standing next to the valet.

She was a girl with golden hair and brown eyes. She had a round face and was not very beautiful, but her features were regular and delicate. She was very gentle when she smiled and spoke softly, making people want to get close to her.

The other person had her blonde hair neatly tied up, and she wore a goose yellow dress. The tulle mesh on the wide-brimmed hat hung down, adding a touch of maturity and mystery to her.

A personal maid with the same blonde hair followed behind the young lady. She lowered her head and looked pleasant, and she also looked like a young girl.

Not bad... Viscount Conrad was somewhat satisfied. Such a girl would not cause trouble for him and it would be easy to arrange a marriage for her. A commoner girl would be grateful to the baron if she could marry him and give him the 200,000 pounds.

He was in a good mood. He took out the letter in his hand and took a look at the new identity that had been prepared for the other party:

"The little girl who was raised by relatives in a foreign country because of her young age and frailty,"

"Miss Suzy Conrad."

(End of this chapter)