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

Chapter 608 Let’s do it in advance

909
"Someone set the fire? At this time? Where did this idiot come from? Isn't this just handing over bargaining chips to the other party for nothing?"

Hvin Rambis saw the fire from the windowsill, and frowned in confusion, which slowly relaxed after a while. He complained in his heart about this guy who couldn't control his temper and started to think about how to take advantage of this matter.

It's only ten o'clock in the evening and the dinner is about to end.

For the nobles and the rich, the evening entertainment had only just begun, but the streets were already very quiet, the common people either rushed to sleep after a hard day's work, or continued to work under the street lights, the homeless wanderers walked around the streets, taking advantage of the time that the police did not find them to take a nap in the park or in a sheltered corner.

As the flames licked the walls of the third floor of the Harvest Church, burning the brand new wooden window frames black and leaving glaring burnt marks on the white walls that had just been painted, the lights in the surrounding neighborhoods gradually turned on, and many people opened their windows, walked onto the streets, and stared at the burning church with their mouths wide open. Strangely, they all seemed to just watch, and no one tried to put out the fire.

Hvin Rambis began to feel that something was wrong. Even if they were from Backlund, there should be believers living near the Harvest Church. It was impossible for them to just sit there and watch quietly, right?

He thought for a while, and his brows gradually twisted together again.

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the emotions of these people, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for the moment - they all watched with gloating, and even pretended not to notice the church that could easily summon rain to put out the fire. Isn't this what he wanted?

Hvin Rambis turned around with some confusion. He decided not to look at the strange scene in front of him.

He didn't see that the flames were burning, constantly expanding, burning the people who stood around like sculptures into real sculptures.

After being outside in the cold wind for nearly half an hour, he returned to the warm ballroom and found that people were still discussing. The dance music had already played to the last piece, but it had not yet ended. He thought that the host had extended the banquet because the atmosphere of the discussion was heated, but after listening for a while, he found that when the music played to the last movement, it strangely returned to the first movement, repeating over and over again.

He began to feel that something was wrong. He looked up at the wall clock and found that the time was still ten o'clock.

Hvin Rambis' pupils slightly dilated, and then suddenly straightened up into a straight line, shining with a golden color that made people dare not look directly at it. He stood in the corner and scanned everyone in the ballroom, trying to find the guy who was doing something secretly.

Emotionally unstable and extreme, could it be that the backstage supporter of that little audience member just now is also here?

Feynapotter's "rage" has come? She was secretly manipulating all this and I didn't even notice it?

Just when he was extremely alert, suddenly, a quarrel broke out in the dance hall. A middle-aged man seemed to have an argument with another person, arguing and pushing each other. The people next to him did not stop them, and continued their activities as if they did not see anything. As soon as Hvin Rambis found something wrong, he was about to intervene in the mental island of the crowd to see what was going on, but suddenly a gunshot rang out beside his ear.

"boom"!
The gunshot made his pupils shrink suddenly. A quarter of the head of the noisy middle-aged man disappeared. Red blood and white brain matter splattered on everyone within a two-meter radius of him. His body wrapped in gorgeous clothes fell heavily to the ground.

The indoor dance hall was also silent for a moment because of the gunshot - it was terribly quiet for a moment, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the man who fired the gun, and then looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and his motionless body, which was as bloated as a bag of potatoes.

"Everyone calm down!"

"Calm down!" Is this a mental plague? Herwin was already a little unsure.

Hvin Rambis suddenly felt terrified at this moment, because he found that he couldn't understand the looks in those people's eyes!
No one was frightened, no one was panicking, no one said a word for the baron lying on the ground. Everyone's eyes and expressions changed at that moment, and they looked at the people around them with a strange look - this look was just like the one the murderer had a second before he opened fire.

……

The Harvest Church was on fire, and in the darkness, it was as bright as a blazing torch.

Audrey stood beside the carriage, the flames reflected in her eyes. She was dazed for a moment, and then she heard footsteps.

The sound of a familiar footstep.

Audrey turned her head and looked through the high wall in front of her. She accurately and efficiently found her target nearly a hundred meters away through the hearing and vision of the mythical creature. Her virtual personality avatar sank lightly into the ocean of subconsciousness and entered the other party's mind island. The familiar memory scene that flashed by made her immediately determine the other party's identity.

"Sure enough, it's Xio."

As soon as she entered the other person's mind, she immediately saw a person standing in front of the other person - a person wearing a strange golden mask. Audrey quickly examined Xio's mind and found that there was defense, uneasiness, fear and respect for the other person.

"Mid-Sequence, not a demigod, should be the superior of MI9 that Xio knows... Respect? Why is there respect? Is this person a special person who has some other interpersonal relationship with Xio?"

Questions popped up in her mind like bubbles. Audrey stayed quietly on the other person's island of mind, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Why don't you participate?" the man wearing the golden mask said in a very bad tone.

This tone was very dangerous, and it made Audrey feel a sense of crisis that "if we can't come to an agreement, he might fight on the spot", but she looked at Xio's mental island, and Xio did not feel nervous or alert because of the other party's tone.

Hugh trusted this man very much.

"What you want to do is too dangerous!" Xio lowered his voice and said, "Don't come to me again. I have decided to terminate the contract with MI9. I know what you are thinking, but it is really too dangerous and almost impossible to succeed."

"This is not a reason for you to escape from the battlefield!"

I have never been on the same side as you guys! Audrey heard what Hugh was thinking.

Seeing that harsh words didn't work, the man wearing the golden mask immediately changed his tone and became much more amiable: "Come with me, today is the time to act... You clearly swore an oath with me to be loyal to the Emperor before, why are you unwilling to go when the opportunity to be loyal is right in front of you? That is where He sleeps, we are just going to worship Him. As long as He wakes up, He can save Backlund."

"No." Xio shook his head vigorously. "I have made up my mind not to participate in your actions. Please don't come to me again."

Perhaps because he knew the danger of what he said, Xio was not stupid enough to turn around and leave. Instead, he stared at the other party, prepared all defensive measures, and retreated step by step.

The next moment, there was a sudden explosion in Xio's ears, and with it came a flame rushing towards him.

"Then you don't have to leave."

910
Traynor was lying on the sofa, holding a piece of letter paper in both hands, turning it over and over again, and finally asked another person in the room:

"Let me briefly summarize. He asked us to go on a business trip to Feysac in a while. He said it was a public-funded tour. We would not pass through Saint Milon and would take the popular winter tourist route. We could also enjoy strong liquor and talk about life with exotic beauties. Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Tang En stroked the stubble on his chin, "We have never been on a public-funded tour before!"

"Which one are you focusing on?" Raymond interrupted, "It's obvious that His Royal Highness the Red Angel wants to see us for something."

Treanor put down the letter, and said with deep approval:

"I think Tang En is right, Boss. We have never been on a public-funded trip before. The Red Angel must be lying when he asked us to go out."

"You have a lot of complaints. I thought you would count the process of you and your subordinates lying about the budget, staying in the best hotels and first-class cabins on cruise ships and airships, paying 20 gold Louis for a piece of clothing, getting an annual pass at the Red Theater, and making false accounts and over-expenses as a public travel."

"Also, don't learn any new words from the Mystic Church next door. We have only one leader, His Highness the Red Angel." Raymond said sarcastically, and the two people opposite pretended not to hear him.

"I think it's acting. Trying to steal budgets and reimbursements is certainly part of playing the role of a conspirator."

"That's right. Why not? A task is still a task after all. We have always encouraged young people to fight finances with their wits and courage."

“It’s their ability to grab budgets and reimbursements.”

Raymond was speechless: "Stop talking nonsense. No matter what He calls us out for, it is time for us to work. During this time, I think hunters can be transferred to sheriffs, or find new ways to fish."

"Is the Sequence 0 of this path called Air Force Commander?"

Treanor responded quickly and glanced at Don who was oiling one of his high-end fishing rods.

"Who are you scolding, Air Force Commander? I just caught a ten-pound fish yesterday. I've even included the mind link in the picture. You wouldn't have missed it, right?"

"Oh wow, it's so big. Can you recommend which store you bought it from? I'm tired of eating foie gras, steak and baked snails lately and want to try something else."

Tang En quickly looked up at Raymond, then lowered his head again, and without changing his expression, he shifted the blame to someone else: "If you want to buy fish, you have to ask the boss. The fish the boss gets are bigger than mine, and I am really envious of them."

Raymond almost reflexively retorted that his fish were also hand-caught and not bought from the store, and now some coastal areas of Intis no longer allow ordinary fishermen to go into the water, and most of the rivers in Trier have become no-fishing zones.

But he realized the next second that he had also been involved in a meaningless bickering. Raymond was almost laughed at by his two subordinates who had been corrupted by indefinite leave. Fortunately, he was experienced in dealing with hunters.

Looking at his two subordinates, one staring at the ceiling in a daze, and the other concentrating on wiping the fishing rod in his hand, each with their own thoughts and refusing to talk about business, He cleared his throat:

"Anyway, this is His Majesty the Red Angel summoning us."

“His commands must not be disobeyed.”

"Also, don't forget what our responsibilities are, and don't forget our sequence. We have come all the way from the lowest to the highest. Do you think your hands are only for holding fishing rods and forks?"

Facing their boss who had become serious, Treanor and Don looked at each other, one of them reluctantly stood up and sat up straight on the sofa, while the other put down the fishing rod and leather rag in his hand, and his attitude seemed much more serious than before.

"His will cannot be disobeyed, and neither can your command."

Tang En laughed: "Well, actually I've felt like I have a bird on my hand for a long time. It's good to have work to do. It's better not to fish!"

Treanor tidied his messy hair on the sofa and reached out to grab the potato chips on the table, but he pulled his hand back under Raymond's scrutiny. He rubbed his hands without any guilt and began to analyze the nonsensical text message:

"Let me speak first. I think His Highness the Red Angel must have encountered some difficulties in Saint Miron, so He asked us to avoid all routes related to Saint Miron. I think there will be hints about the so-called popular tourist routes later... There are two possibilities. Either He plans the route for us, or He suggests that we enter from certain specific cities and make the journey 'lively'."

After saying that, Treanor reached out and grabbed the tomato-flavored potato chips on the table as fast as lightning. The sound of crunching began to echo in the lounge.

Tang En looked left and right and coughed:
"I think so."

"Perhaps strong liquor and exotic beauties are the hints from His Royal Highness the Red Angel. Perhaps we can start from the city that is rich in liquor and beauties."

"Well... it's not impossible." Trena answered while eating, "But this kind of city is just like 'Intis's most popular tourist city'. There is no clear official standard. Some people think it is Trier, while others think it is a city-state with a view of snow-capped mountains or the sea. Searching according to different standards may lead to completely different results. I think "He" just casually mentioned some vague information."

"You are right, but since He asked us to go back later, we don't have to force an answer now."

Raymond looked at them with relief and said:

"Don't discuss what to eat in the mind link."

The two of them shared a bag of potato chips as if nothing had happened, and Treanor said casually:
"His Royal Highness the Red Angel seems to still be in Saint Miron, but I'm afraid he can't pass on too much information, otherwise he wouldn't have to signal us."

"The Church of the God of War has quite a few Level 0 Sealed Artifacts, right? Using one or two of them should indeed cause quite a bit of trouble. Now even transmitting information is so troublesome, so they must have used Sealed Artifacts that have monitoring and control capabilities."

Perhaps. Trena had no interest in traveling to Feysac. Of course, if a person was put in a handbag by his parents at the age of nine and forced to watch the "Twilight Palace" at sunrise at four in the morning on a mountain ten kilometers away, and had no sleep or food all night, and the only meal he had was very unpalatable with a lot of oil and sugar, then naturally he would not have any interest in Feysac.

He looked at Raymond:

"Can I..."

"No."

"There's no need for you two to take me with you. Do you want to be able to go together if something goes wrong?" Trena spread his hands and began to tell a hellish joke about his boss. "I want to apply to go on a business trip somewhere else. The Southern Continent is fine."

Before Raymond could say anything, a cat's paw stretched out from Treanor's shadow and slapped a note up.

"Don't go to the South Continent"

"Uh." The handwriting on the note was familiar. Trenor couldn't pretend that he was temporarily blind. He hesitated to speak, and then said, "Other countries in the northern continent are also OK... Although it's a little dangerous, I don't mind going to Loen."

"Even Rune can't do that." This time a call went straight to his ear, "I'm busy."

"..."

Trena retreated tactically. He considered his words for a while and asked carefully, "What are you busy with? Thank you for taking the time to pay attention to my discussion of exclusive travel with my colleagues. What's going on in the southern continent?"

No one answered him, but he could hear sounds in his ears, music, strange voices, shouting, and gunshots.

TBC
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"Oh, another tip just came in. A small disturbance occurred in Backlund an hour ago, and three blocks were involved." Raymond looked at Treanor, "Do you still insist on going on a business trip somewhere else?"

Treanor frowned, "Forget it."

"I'd better wait for the popular tourist route that His Royal Highness the Red Angel has planned for us."

(End of this chapter)