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

Chapter 609: A lot of people bring excitement

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"Has anything happened in the southern continent again?"

"We have long since given up on gathering intelligence on the southern continent," Tang En interrupted. "The Balam Empire in the south is protected by the Grim Reaper, so our spies can hardly infiltrate it. It's a high risk with low rewards. Not to mention the highlands in the north. Everyone who entered was captured and forced to work."

Treanor blinked, dragged the cat out and petted it a few times to cover up his guilty conscience:
"So what exactly happened in Rune?"

"It takes time to transmit information," Raymond said. "It's impossible for the mind link to cover Loen. Just wait patiently."

"Oh... is there anything else?"

"That's all. Just continue doing what you need to do."

……

Emlyn's bedroom was between the first and second floors, and the fire had reached the top floor but was only raging outside his bedroom door.

The church, which had already been through a demolition blockade and was not yet fully completed, suffered another devastating blow.

The heavy curtains several meters high gradually turned into ashes in the flames. The wooden prints and windows inlaid on the walls were all burned to charcoal color along with the white-brown walls. Although the new and solid house structure was not affected, the entire church began to become an empty shell with only a skeleton left.

Emlyn was unaware of all this and was still sleeping.

He had no idea what special events would happen tonight, so he finished his evening prayers early and went to bed an hour ago.

In a chaotic and blurry dream, he suddenly trembled, and then his will suddenly became much clearer, but he was still tightly pulled by sleepiness and fatigue, as if he would fall asleep again in the next second.

Emlyn vaguely sensed what had happened, and the discomfort of not being able to fall asleep but open his eyes reminded him of the time when he was young and received family education from an elder. Although he was a well-known educator in the family, knowledgeable, and had lived a long life, he was old-fashioned and boring. Whether it was history, literature, or any other subject, it would make Emlyn drowsy.

In this state, Emlyn felt that time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly.

After a while, maybe half a minute, maybe half an hour, he suddenly heard someone say something in his ear:

"Stop the confrontation with 'Deep Blue High Priest' Raydar Valentine, and consider accepting the arrangements of the Thunder Church."

"And those believers are not important. The Mother Earth has already shared the anchor throughout Loen. There is no need to worry about the people nearby."

"In order to better survive in Backlund, this is not a bad choice."

"Unless you plan to go to Feynaport, Backlund's situation is complicated, and a God-favored person like you is more suitable to return home for cultivation."

Emlyn tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were trembling as if they were glued shut. In the dim dream world, he used all his strength to question the voice that suddenly appeared:

"...You are Raydar's helper?"

The power of dreams... Someone has invaded my dreams... It must be the demigod from the Audience path?

It could also be a "nightmare", a high-sequence nightmare... Many people from the Church of Night have chosen to join the Church of Thunder... No, it should be "audience". "Nightmare" only shapes dreams, and cannot control other people's behavior by speaking in dreams...

Their "hypnosis" is also different. Emlyn has done similar homework, but he hopes that he will not need it in the future.

Emlyn frowned hard, trying to wake up.

...Yes, "audience" is also an adjacent channel of "Storm". I heard that all the surviving members of the Psychological Alchemy Society in Backlund have already turned to Loen, so it's not surprising that they stand on the side of the Thunder Church... This guy wanted to plant psychological hints in me to make me obey or leave directly, but I suddenly woke up from my dream? Damn, then he is at least a demigod!
After figuring it all out, Emlyn immediately had a candidate in mind.

It must be the "former royal advisor" who appeared in the intelligence given to me by the senior deacon, Hvin Rambis!
I seem to have heard someone say before that this guy has a bad character and is very arrogant. He would sneak into other people's minds to steal information and plant hints that would be beneficial to himself. The humorous and gentle personality he showed in front of the people and nobles was just a disguise...

In fact, his thinking was not as efficient as he thought. Emlyn thought about a lot of things in a daze. The ideas were like bubbles popping up one by one, not coherent, and even inconsistent. His thoughts became slow and less sharp. He did not expect that mumbling in front of an "audience demigod" who had entered his dream would completely expose himself.

Naturally, he did not realize that the other party seemed to wait until he had finished thinking all this before continuing to speak.

"Oh? He can actually answer questions. It seems that those favored by God are always a little special."

This sentence dispelled Emlyn's previous doubts. He didn't understand why he could maintain his sanity in the dream suggestion of a demigod in the audience, although it was not much.

The other party sneered:
"You don't need to ask so many questions."

"Going to Feynaport is your best choice. You will have much better treatment and conditions there than you do now, and you will be more respected, right? You just need to know that you should not intervene in Backlund's situation. This is the general trend."

After a long while, Emlyn spoke:
"Let me leave, is this your purpose? What good will it do you?"

The other party was unusually patient: "You don't need to know."

Emlyn was not discouraged. He was about to continue to test the intelligence when he suddenly realized:
"You're stalling for time!"

Immediately, without any hesitation, he began to try to get out of the dream. To his surprise, the resistance he encountered when he woke up was not too great. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw thick smoke billowing from the roof of his bedroom. Before Emlyn could react to what happened, the door of his bedroom collapsed with a bang, and the flames rushed into this safe enclosed space along with the oxygen, engulfing him in an instant.

……

The dance hall had become a chaotic slaughterhouse.

Hvin Rambis couldn't describe what he saw. The men did their best to release their accumulated malice and resentment to each other. The screams of the women shook his eardrums. Precious jewels and accessories were scattered all over the floor. Usually, any item would cost a woman in a good position two years or even more salary. If an ordinary family could get one, they would definitely keep it as an heirloom. But now these things were scattered all over the floor in a disorderly manner, together with blood and corpses.

Hwin always paid great attention to maintaining the stability of his mind and spirit. He tried to leave the banquet when the chaos just started to break out, but now his anger and irritability were too strong for him to think, and even distinguishing directions became extremely difficult.

"enough!"

He roared, his pupils suddenly erected, and the demigod-level "Dragon Might" rushed towards everyone around him like a tsunami. All the noise suddenly quieted down.

However, the scene he expected, where everyone dropped their weapons and began to flee in disorder under intimidation, did not happen.

After a moment of silence, when he stopped threatening, all the people still alive turned their eyes to him. "Get lost!"

Hvin Rambis had not completely lost his mind. He still remembered that this one was a baron, that one was a viscount, this one was a hereditary member of parliament, and that one lying on the ground was a nobleman he could not remember for the time being... Although he looked down on everyone here equally, he still pretended to control this state agency. After all, if the management was gone, what could he control? But just as he was thinking and recalling the identities of these people, someone had already raised a gun at him, and the bullet hit his forehead with a bang.

The sound was not loud, but it succeeded in making Hvin Rambis completely furious.

He grabbed a tray nearby and smashed the man's head to pieces, then pounced on another person who he found noisy.

……

Wilma, who couldn't fall asleep for a long time, pushed her husband and said, "Honey, I'm restless."

After a busy day of surgery, Allen, who was now dazed in the warm bed, responded after being pushed twice. He hummed and said vaguely with his eyes closed: "Close your eyes and calm your breathing..."

Wilma had to give up the idea of ​​saying a few words to her husband, and lay down, closed her eyes, and counted quietly.

She didn't want to disturb Alan's sleep. Since returning from his trip to East Chester County last week, Alan had been having trouble sleeping for some reason. He was sure that he had never suffered from insomnia, but he had to admit that he couldn't fall asleep when he was under too much pressure at work. But why did this happen after just coming back from a relaxing trip? Alan had to think that he hadn't adapted yet.

“It’s not that I can’t sleep…”

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only sleep for a short time every day, and even during the sleep time, he would have all kinds of weird dreams. After waking up, he was extremely tired, as if he had gone out for a five-kilometer night run instead of sleeping. After four or five days of this, after almost making a mistake in an operation, Allen finally couldn't help but complain to his friend who used to be a priest at St. Samuel's Cathedral.

His friend comforted him and gave him a sachet to help him sleep.

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or the sachet was really effective, but Alan got a rare good sleep that night.

——But before he could sleep until dawn, their little son Will cried sharply and violently. The maid who was responsible for taking care of the child could not coax him, and finally the couple woke up in the middle of the night and sacrificed their sleep in the second half of the night before they finally got Will to fall asleep again.

Velma sighed, and when counting didn't put her to sleep, she opened her eyes and whispered to herself as if she was talking to Alan.

"Yesterday during afternoon tea, I chatted with Mary and the others, and they told me that the recent economic environment is not very good. I also heard that the neighbor who lives on the street in front of us failed in his stock investment and went bankrupt."

"I was really shocked because I was planning to invest in that stock, but fortunately I hadn't made up my mind yet..."

"Two days ago, the youngest son of the family living on the street broke his leg, and it seems he went to your hospital for treatment."

The newly replaced curtains in the bedroom were very thick, blocking almost all the light from outside. A small gas wall lamp in the corner emitted a soft orange warm light. As she whispered, it wasn't long before Wilma heard Alan's breathing become steady and long. Seeing that her husband was already asleep, she unconsciously lowered her voice a little, and whispered to the ceiling like a lullaby:
"Will hasn't cried or made a fuss these past few days. He's been sleeping every day and is much easier to coax than before... The old lady next door has become ill and it seems she won't survive the winter, but the unemployed child finally found a new job..."

As she was reciting, she couldn't help yawning and felt a little sleepy.

Velma closed her eyes, said good night in her heart, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

TBC
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Velma was suddenly awakened by a scream.

She opened her eyes suddenly and found that her husband had sat up, his shoulders shaking violently and his chest heaving rapidly.

She woke up instantly, and quickly sat up, grabbed Alan's arm, patted his back with her palm, and asked him nervously and concernedly: "It's okay, dear, did you have a nightmare? I'll ask the maid to pour you a cup of hot water."

"There was a snake..."

Alan was still in shock, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His wife's comfort had some effect. His pupils were a little dilated, and he said in a trembling voice:

"A snake is chasing me..."

"Snake? What snake? Honey, you might be under too much pressure." Velma was a little worried. "I'll go get you some water."

As she said this, she was about to lift the quilt and leave, but Alan grabbed her.

"Don't go out." Alan regained some of his sanity, but he was still uneasy about the scene in his dream. He kept scanning the room like a frightened bird, and looked at the dark corners with fear a few more times, "Maybe it hasn't left yet."

"It's just a nightmare. You've woken up now." Wilma had no choice but to continue to comfort him. "What snake?"

Alan calmed down, looked around again, and after several seconds, he whispered:
"I had a dream. In the dream, a white figure told me that a snake was looking for me. If I was caught, I would be killed, so he followed me and told me how to escape..."

"Then the snake appeared. I saw it. It had white scales, blood-red eyes, and its body was bigger than our room! We kept running away and were almost caught and eaten. Finally, we hid in a corner and barely got rid of it."

Alan finished speaking in one breath, and finally felt the fear in his heart lessen a little.

He lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he raised his head again, he saw that the light of the wall lamp was still soft, illuminating a corner of the painting on the wall. Alan didn't take it seriously. He looked up from that corner and found that the picture was a whole piece of strange white.

The white part seemed to flow slowly, and after a while, a red circle appeared on the screen as he watched.

"Velma?"

Why did the picture on the painting change? Alan felt something was wrong, and he hurriedly shook his wife's shoulder: "That painting, when was that painting bought? Shouldn't the picture hanging there be our wedding photo?"

He turned his head and saw his wife looking at him with cold eyes.

Looking again, there was no wife there, and he was not even lying on the bed in his bedroom.

Alan looked up in despair and found that he had not actually escaped.

An extremely huge snake wrapped around the lower body, and its head hung high in the air, looking down coldly and ruthlessly at its prey, whose body had been tightened and unable to move. The red circle that had appeared at the location of the "hanging painting" just now was exactly the cold snake pupil.

The scaleless giant snake opened its mouth slightly, and just as he was waiting for death to come, suddenly, he heard the baby's violent cry.

(End of this chapter)