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

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"Have you packed? The Utopia train station starts running today, and we'll leave on the afternoon train."

Everett opened the envelope brought by the waiter, took out two exquisite tickets from it, and said to himself in some confusion:

"But this train doesn't go through Trier... It should go directly to Loen, right? The name of Loen is written on it. Do we need to get off the train and change stations midway? Or should we contact your other students to pick us up?"

He used his psychic vision again to look, but there was still no change on the ticket.

When the old woman heard this, she couldn't help but smile and shook her head:

"This city allowed us to come here directly from Trier, so it's not surprising that we return the same way. We have to stay here until three in the afternoon. Do you have anything else to do?"

Everett put down the ticket: "I want to buy some souvenirs to bring back."

"The most interesting souvenirs in Utopia are the various foods, such as various cream cakes, bread rolls and toasts... I really want to buy more to bring back for my parents. I was worried that if I bought them too early, I would not be able to resist eating them myself."

The old woman nodded. "We still have some time before departure. Bring them back after you buy them. I can cast some magic to keep them fresh. Although this train may not be predictable, it will take at least several hours to get back to Trier."

"Besides that, is there anything else you want to buy?"

besides?

"The books in Utopia City Library are all very new, but my family has no shortage of books. I would rather read stories from different places and travel notes."

"Ah, if the library has a Utopia travel brochure or picture album, I could buy one and take it back."

"Local handicrafts and souvenirs? That's fine. I saw a hand-carved hourglass and beautiful bracelets. I heard they were made by hunters using wolf teeth and claws and bones of other beasts. Although I won't take them with me, I can keep them as souvenirs."

"How about buying a painting from Mr. Anderson? Um... I never asked the price before."

“Oh—and all those appliances in the store!”

Everett suddenly thought of something that had nothing to do with souvenirs. The Loen tourists in this city were actually very easy to identify. All he had to do was tell them that there was no church of the God of Thunder in this city, and that these kettles, rail cars, and indoor lights were all powered by electricity. They would be so scared that they would scream or become speechless, and then they would pray to the gods not to punish them, and would not dare to use anything that "stealed the authority of the gods." They would even pack their luggage and take the bus back that night.

But they still have to at least use heating. No hotel or B&B would want their guests to freeze to death in their home in winter.

For Everett, this is completely understandable. After all, last year the gods were still supreme, but this year there have been many changes in the gods and beliefs. In the past, if you talked to the Intis about the idea of ​​solar energy, you would be shouted at as crazy or even sent to prison, but this year, when solar energy is mentioned, everyone will only be curious about whether it is feasible to use the power of the sun to boil water in winter.

It will probably take some time before solar water heaters are available, but Utopia seems to have already used them? Everett recalled that he didn't seem to see any obvious "light panels", and was a little unsure whether the hot water supplied 24 hours a day was actually produced by the new technology.

I heard that Trier had already planned to build a tram similar to Utopia at the beginning of its reconstruction, but I don’t know when the construction will start. It’s incredible that Utopia has already used it...

Although there are concepts of intellectual property and patents, these concepts will not be applied to secret entities.

As for small household appliances such as electric kettles and electric toasters, Everett thought he could buy one and take it back. At least these had some practical value and could be operated by tying an extraordinary item to them.

But the telephone - after experiencing the telephone service at the "Iris" Hotel, he really wanted to buy one, but Trier did not have a matching telephone line, so he could only appreciate it as a model after buying it.

I wonder when the church will be able to start laying the tram tracks… he thought with anticipation.

"Then I'm going out." Everett put on his coat excitedly, "Teacher, do you need to buy anything?"

"Go ahead. I don't want anything... My crystal ball is broken, and there isn't even a mystic shop in Utopia." The old woman muttered, "I mean, you can't buy mystic materials here. The most common essential oils and herbs can only be bought at a pharmacy. Crystal balls, pendulums, and tarot cards for divination are actually placed in a toy store. It's as if this city doesn't have these things..."

Everett didn't pay attention to what the teacher said. He happily put on his scarf and hat, straightened his buttons, and left the hotel.

Soon, he ran into the dessert shop they often visited.

"Hello!" He took out his wallet and said to the clerk who was busy behind the counter, "Please give me a tiramisu, a small chestnut cream cake..." He listed five kinds of cakes in a row, even the New Orleans chicken sandwich, and finally looked at the cake shop clerk expectantly, "Excuse me, do you have packaged sparkling iced tea in your store? I want it to be very bubbly."

He really likes the taste.

"No, it's not convenient to take out sparkling iced tea. The glass container is too heavy. A little shaking will make the taste worse." The clerk said regretfully, "Young man, can you carry so many things? Do you want me to pack them and deliver them to your door?"

The clerk had obvious Feysac ancestry, and was nearly 1.8 meters tall, but his facial features were relatively soft, without obvious Feysac characteristics. He used the common language of the continent, and Everett paid in gold Louis, and he easily calculated the exchange rate and made the change.

Everett saw that the change box in the store contained not only Rune gold pounds, but also Fel gold, Kinghorn and South Continent coins, which made Everett very curious whether the change could really come in handy.

Alas, you can't take out the bubble iced tea... Everett felt a little sad to say goodbye to this delicious drink. He thought about it and felt that he really couldn't carry five or six boxes to continue shopping, so he nodded:
"Then please send it to the Iris Hotel at 1pm this afternoon."

"By the way, I want to know if there are any handicraft or souvenir shops in Utopia? I want to bring some local specialties back to my family..."

Ten minutes later, Everett followed the clerk's instructions and came to another commercial street.

He looked around and wrote down the route he had taken to avoid getting lost.

However, he felt very good during his time in Utopia. The residents were generally very kind, and there were no poor areas like the East District and Lower Street in the city, and there were no beggars or homeless people on the streets. He could ask for directions at any time, and there were relatively complete guides and road signs. Even a disabled person like Mr. Anderson could live easily in this city.

He soon noticed the craft shop the clerk was talking about.

This is a small antique shop, or a grocery store, or a handicraft shop. There is no sign or instructions, and it exists rather abruptly in an inconspicuous corner of this commercial street.

There was a sign on the glass door: "Open."

There was a dark curtain behind the door, so it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Standing outside the store, Everett hesitated for a while. Based on his trust in the people of Utopia and his good impression of the clerk who could make delicious cakes that he liked, he dispelled his suspicion that this was a scam. He first used mystical means to pass on his location information to the teacher who was no more than one kilometer away from him, then walked up carefully and knocked on the door:

"Is there anyone?"

After knocking on the door three times, the glass door made a click and slid open to the left and right.

A young lady appeared before Everett.

The lady was wearing a classical gown and looked no more than 20 years old, with lake-green eyes and long flaxen hair. The braided belt hung loosely around her waist, adorned with a few small gems, casually outlining her waistline, adding a sense of both purity and charm to her.

"Are you here to buy something?" The beautiful young lady looked at the apprentice and smiled. "What do you want to buy?"

Trier is a city of romance and art, and there is no shortage of handsome and beautiful men and women. Everett instinctively admired the other person's appearance for a while, and only blinked after being asked a question, and then realized that it was not good to stare at the other person like that.

He stood up quickly: "I want to buy some souvenirs..."

"I have a lot of souvenirs here." The lady smiled and said, "I'm Tracy, the boss here. Please come in, young man."

Everett responded and followed the other person into the door. The proprietress Tracy pulled open the curtains in front of the door, and the light from outside shone in, making this small shop of only five or six square meters clear in Everett's eyes.

This small shop is like other small grocery stores in the corners of the city, with the owner's goods piled up in a mess, but because the owner is a woman, it is not dirty.

On the wooden shelves against the wall, there are a lot of handicrafts of all sizes neatly stacked up, from small ones with figurines inside to crystal balls that drop "snowflakes" when shaken, to large ones like hand-embroidered tapestries or tablecloths. Everything that looks like a gift is here.

The staircase in the corner was half-covered by curtains, and it was dark and unclear. It probably led to the living area upstairs. There were strange large vases on the wall on the other side, candlesticks on the table, small sculptures, unclear emblems and totem-like things, and the wall was gridded with many small ornaments, and many picture frames were hung in the blank space.

The paintings in these frames attracted Everett's interest. Born in the Abraham family, he had much more knowledge than his peers. He could tell at a glance that one of the paintings was of the Hornach Mountains, but the top of the mountain was not a white snowy top, but a city ruin with a church and windmill. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to take a closer look, but the brushstrokes of the painting itself were very freehand and he could not see anything more.

When you look closer, you can't see any traces of the buildings, and the large shadows connected together look like the head of a wolf.

The painting caught his attention, and he couldn't help asking Tracy, "How much is that painting?"

"8 soli." Tracy returned to her bar counter and opened a book with her chin in her hand. "This was painted by the mute painter in our square. Oh, in fact, the paintings on the entire wall are his works. Buy more and get a discount. I'll give you the frames too."

8 A painting by Soule was not expensive for Everett, so he wanted to buy it immediately, but then he hesitated - it was inconvenient to carry large items with you, so they were usually sent by leaving an address. But Utopia was a very magical town, and he might not be able to come back after leaving here, so could this proprietress really send the goods he bought to him?
He decided to go back and discuss with his teacher whether he should leave his real address in Utopia.

If I think about it carefully, this painting is not too big. At worst I can just buy a new suitcase to transport these souvenirs back.

The other paintings did not give him such a deep and strange feeling as this one. He looked at them one by one, and saw fields full of golden wheat ears, but there was a red moon hanging high in the sky, making the sea of ​​wheat a gorgeous red.

There is an uninhabited plain with a sea at the end, but the color of the sea water is a dark gray that contains many colors.

There was also a strange painting, with rectangles of different sizes tightly packed together, and many squares arranged in the rectangles. There was a sphere in the sky, which he thought was the sun, but it was white. The whole painting was unclear, like a child's painting drawn with crayons, completely different from Mr. Anderson's excellent and delicate brushwork.

White sun or white moon?
The white moon is a miracle created by the power of the gods, but what are these rectangular blocks inlaid with squares?
Everett looked at the painting for a long time, but still couldn't understand what it meant.

But the painter always has so many strange ideas, he didn't care, and after confirming that he was only interested in the painting "Honakis Mountains", he began to observe other works.

By this time, he had already vaguely sensed the difference in this little shop. He vaguely knew the rumors about the top of the main peak of Honachis, but these were all unknown mysteries in the world of mysticism. Mr. Anderson was able to paint such paintings, and they would be hung here for display and sale. This made him realize that this little shop seemed to have extraordinary power - the owner might be a hidden extraordinary person.

After making this guess, Everett carefully observed every furnishing in the house. In the early works published by Emperor Roselle, such inconspicuous little shops often hide many incredible things.

But the small objects on the table basically had no spiritual brilliance, nor did they give me the amazing feeling that the painting gave me.

He was moving carefully in the narrow aisle, and suddenly his toes kicked something with a "bang".

"Feel sorry!"

After blurting out the words, he lowered his head to see what he had kicked - Everett saw an unknown machine like a small wardrobe placed in an inconspicuous corner. The surface was brass-colored and inlaid with several pieces of glass with little transparency. Gears, bearings, rivets, metal pipes and other parts were directly exposed, looking like some kind of handicraft or semi-finished product.

The paint on this thing looks very new and has no scratches, so it must have just been manufactured.

"What is this?" He couldn't tell.

"It's called the 'Fully Automatic Wishing Machine'." Tracy introduced it simply. "To put it simply, it's a little gadget that makes wishes come true. You put money in it and it will make your wish come true."

Make a wish... and have it granted? Legend has it that there is an ancient "god of wishes"... Everett, who has a keen eye for vocabulary, asks carefully, "Is this your work?"

"No, this belongs to my boss. I'm just putting it here temporarily and will give it away later." Tracy said lazily, her lake green eyes were smart and beautiful. She smiled at Everett, "No one has tried to make a wish yet. Do you want to give it a try? If you are willing, you will be the first user, and it's free."

"..."

Everett hesitated.

Fulfilling the wish... He suddenly recalled the teacher's warning to him:

Some High-Sequence Beyonders may be imprisoned or sealed. They will pretend to be magical items that can fulfill wishes to induce you to help them escape. Corresponding examples include: a magic lamp that can fulfill three wishes and a wishing pool...

Is this a High-Sequence Beyonder? Uh, there is a High-Sequence Beyonder sealed in this small cabinet? … Everett glanced around, pondered for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

"...Does it require one to utter the honorific name or true name of a great being in order to make a wish to it?"

Tracy laughed out loud, and then joked, "I told Him that this kind of thing would lead to misunderstandings. Don't worry, you don't need anything. If you want to try it, just say your wish and then move the bar."

He... Is this the work of an angel? What Emperor Roselle said is true, but if it is just a wish, there shouldn't be any mystical connection... Everett bent down tentatively and said in a joking tone:
"I hope I can get some more pocket money when I go back."

After saying that, he turned the lever.

"What a simple wish." Tracy also said jokingly, "It seems that children's wishes are all similar? Well, now that you have said it, your wish will be fulfilled."

"It was a very interesting experience." Everett said with a smile. He was about to continue looking for souvenirs he was interested in when he heard the wind chime hanging on the door ring and the glass door opened. He looked over and saw a person standing two meters outside the door.

A young man with long silver-white hair and wearing a strange robe. He had an indifferent expression and looked even younger than himself.

Everett felt as if the other person was looking at him. He moved left and right and found that the other person was actually looking at the "fully automatic wishing machine" at his feet.

New guest? He stepped aside to let the other person in, but he didn't expect that the other person would still stand outside the door motionless. Everett suddenly understood something. He glanced at the proprietress from the corner of his eye and found that Tracy, who was still smiling just now, had no expression on her face.

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired boy outside the door raised his arm and pointed at the "fully automatic wishing machine":
"Please let me make a wish."

"No." Tracy rejected his words calmly and unquestionably, without any reason.

The sudden change in the other party's momentum and sudden majesty made Everett dare not speak. He lowered his head and pretended to be interested in the small ornaments around him, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, but he didn't expect the boy outside the door to look at him.

"I want him to help me."

"Me?" Everett asked doubtfully.

He looked at Tracy. This time, the boss lady frowned slightly, and did not directly refuse, nor did she agree. After half a minute, he heard the other party let out a long sigh.

"Go ahead." The proprietress waved her hand. "I thought you could... Oh, even if he didn't come to me, you would come to me."

"He will be grateful for your help." The silver-haired boy said indifferently but politely.

"I'm not doing this for the sake of thanks." Tracy shrugged and put on a smile when she looked at Everett. "Is there anything else you want to buy? Take a look first. That guy seems to need your help."

Everett was confused and seemed to have no role in the conversation.

Just when he was wondering, the silver-haired boy outside the door walked in slowly. He looked at him and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

A dark inverted cross hung quietly on the opponent's chest.

“…What do you need me to do for you?” Everett’s voice was trembling. He looked at the inverted cross and found it hard to imagine that there were still people in the Aurora Society who still believed in the true Creator instead of changing their symbols to enter the Creator’s Church.

"Just looking for someone," he said.

TBC
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Su Huan played Assassin's Creed in his previous life, so he played the assassin in this life and silenced me in advance. Then there is only one reason for Lao Luo's failure, that is, as a player of Paradox, he did not choose the hunter.