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

Chapter 612 Association and Action

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"Oh." Audrey said so, and Susie stopped asking. She stood there obediently, "Then what should we do?"

"right now we……"

Audrey thought for a few seconds and looked at the place where the fire broke out in the real world. It was a viscount's mansion that she was very familiar with. Judging from the explosion just now, it was estimated that the main part of the building had been completely blown up, and the other party used a gas explosion to erase the traces.

The simplest and most brutal way.

What should I do now?
The situation was too complicated and changing rapidly, and Audrey was a little unsure.

She stared at the source of the explosion for a while. If the church had the idea of ​​control and rescue, a local rainstorm should have extinguished the flames. But half a minute later, the fire was still burning fiercely, not only burning half of the sky red, but also spreading. It seemed that the Thunder Church also wanted to burn everyone and the evidence together.

The tremor just now should have woken up the residents around here, so there's no need for me to enter their dreams to notify them to evacuate...

"Is the Thunderbolt Church's goal to completely eliminate the nobles?"

Audrey frowned.

"It looks like no one will come out alive from there. However, it is impossible to eliminate all the nobles at a pre-New Year's Eve party. No wonder the voice I heard said to wait until the New Year's Eve party to take action... However, after losing the royal family, the New Year's Eve party can no longer gather more than 90% of the nobles in the palace like in the past. In this case, it doesn't matter any day."

No, no, if too many nobles were killed or injured at one time, and the secular aristocratic factions that could have confronted the church all suffered casualties or were even wiped out, would the right to host the New Year's Eve party be taken away by the church?
When the time comes, the church will gather all the nobles together in the name of the New Year. How can anyone dare to disagree?
"..."

Audrey reached out and pressed her temple.

"This time, the balance between the church and secular power has been completely broken. Who did it? Who did it?"

The overwhelming amount of information didn't allow her time to be shocked or confused. She began to think wholeheartedly about what had happened in the short moment just now. First, there was the Viscount's dinner party. She had thought it was an ordinary aristocratic banquet. Audrey also asked Susie to test Hvin Rambis's position and mental state. As a result, someone took advantage of the opportunity of the nobles being gathered together to kill them all, allowing the church to hide behind and gain the most benefits and the greatest profit.

Audrey left early because she didn't like the atmosphere and Susie's character setting, but she didn't expect that she avoided a disaster.

And the matter was not over yet. If Audrey had not seen Hugh and the MI9 member who was secretly in contact with her, she would never have noticed that someone was using the gas explosion in the noble mansion just now to cover up the sound of someone secretly entering the emperor's mausoleum.

If the death of the nobles was instigated by the Thunder Church, then it is absolutely impossible for the Thunder Church to instruct Military Intelligence Department 9 to sneak into the mausoleum.

There should be at least two groups of people taking action this time, and in fact there should be a more complicated relationship.

They seemed hostile, but they agreed on some points.

"With the demigod Hvin Rambis present, he is in charge of this aspect. It is impossible for anyone to bypass him and attack the nobles present... Could it be that he received instructions from someone to do this? Or is he also trying to use this opportunity to get rid of the identity of Hvin Rambis? However, if that gentleman has already instructed him, there is no need for me to come here to investigate. I can just let him finish the investigation and then fake his death to get away. Moreover, he has not yet reached Sequence 3, so it is impossible for him to split his own virtual personality. The one I saw should be the real him."

Susie observed the expression on Audrey's face and asked cautiously:
"Investigate the matter of Hradek Village..."

She was still very curious about the village that worshipped the dragon, and tried hard to act like a good person just to go with Audrey.

Audrey nodded. "We still have to check out the long-standing dragon worship in the Hradek village. There might be a living dragon hiding there. No matter what, I really want to see it with my own eyes."

She thought for a moment, looked at the MI9 member who had fallen into a deep coma and was completely unconscious, and whispered:

"In a sense, someone has helped me complete the additional task of 'making Loen society chaotic.' The activities of MI9 do not conflict with ours, but I don't think it will be easy for them to succeed. If George III in the mausoleum is revived, the first thing he will have to deal with is the God of Thunder, who has almost wiped out his power, laws, and prestige."

“And if He returns, the situation in the world, which has barely stabilized, will be affected again.”

Having said this, Audrey suddenly paused, and then showed a look of regret.

"If only I had that 'mind mail' ability."

"This way, I can send a telepathic email directly to all the residents of Backlund, asking them to immediately prepare for large-scale disasters and wars, and it is best for them to stay at home and stock up on food..."

As Audrey spoke, she quickly spread the "Mind Plague" to the surrounding mind islands.

This rather special "spiritual plague" spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred in the ocean of subconsciousness, and received widespread response. Its content is: be nervous, be vigilant, stay away from the fire or participate in firefighting, and pay attention to the safety of yourself and your family.

Theoretically, the spread range of the demigod-level "mental plague" is unlimited, but in the process of spreading, it will become weaker and weaker due to differences in understanding, and it is inevitable that it will hit church members or other extraordinary people. In this way, the effect will be greatly reduced, and even cut off by a collective worship.

Susie was also very humane in dragging the unconscious MI9 member to the corner of the alley and fabricating a false memory for him.

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's go visit Lord Hall."

Audrey said, "The Thunder Church has probably decided to completely eliminate the aristocracy, turn Loen into a theocratic society again, take back all power, and stamp the mark of 'God' on all residents, in order to weaken George III's power to the greatest extent. So the nobles who are still alive are already halfway to the ground. I have to say, this is a good opportunity."

The human world and thoughts are so complicated. Susie nodded seriously, indicating that she understood.

"In addition to Earl Hall, we also need to visit other living nobles."

After mentioning her father's name, Audrey pondered for a moment and said, "I want to talk to them and persuade them. These people are already abandoned in the eyes of the Thunder Church, so I can try to contact them. With their lives in danger, I believe that most of them will be willing to donate all their money and property to the foundation, the public, the disadvantaged, the wounded, and medical institutions."

"In my name?" Susie pointed at herself. "Audrey, with your parents' reservedness, I don't think you can even get through the door."

"It doesn't matter. You are Sequence 6. If you can speak, you can get in. If you can get in, you can make a deal."

"What if we can't come to an agreement?"

"If we can't come to an agreement, I'll be there for you."...

I am an ordinary office employee, and my greatest joy every day is being able to get off work on time.

But this is often not possible, because only by working overtime can I get more salary and accumulate a sense of security bit by bit.

In this regard, my company is not very humane. The boss has reached the point where he needs to sell second-hand office computers in his circle of friends, but the managers are not attentive to the company's affairs. They have so many subordinates to manage, but they only care about going to work every day and turn a blind eye to the deficit finances and the HR department that can't recruit people. It's incredible that at this point, the company can still run smoothly, and they can still sit comfortably in their office chairs and even engage in some office "reciprocity".

This was not my initiative to join this company, but I accidentally jumped here a year and a half ago.

The previous company has closed down, so now that I am here, I have no choice but to start working here. I didn't want to continue working in this company, but there are no more opportunities to change jobs in other companies. Considering the mid-life layoff crisis in this industry, it's better for me not to change jobs too often. Although I feel every day that it's a miracle that this company is still operating, I still don't want to see it collapse before I retire.

I was forced to have some competitive ideas. Just then, a senior executive was hit and killed by a car, so I decided to try to see if I could get promoted.

Anyway, this is where I work, I have to find a way to save it and not let it collapse.

But even a promoted corporate slave is still a corporate slave. As a corporate slave, you have to work from nine in the morning to six, seven, eight, nine or ten in the evening every day. Excluding the time for work, eating, sleeping and commuting, you have very little free time for yourself.

So you can't always blame me for staying up late. Only the short time I stay up late after going home belongs to me. If I close my eyes and go to sleep, as soon as I open them, it's time to sell my body and soul to work again.

As this goes on day after day, even a robot would find life monotonous, repetitive and boring.

When you turn on the news, you can see wars going on here and there. Different countries love to scheme against each other just like the managers in the office. In foreign countries, there are all kinds of messed-up religions coexisting, and countless wars of faith have been fought over trivial matters. This is fine, but there is actually an extreme religious organization that claims that the God they believe in is the only true savior, and only by believing in Him can you be saved.

What era is this? Is there still someone promoting this?

Aside from work and the days when we can't see the future, the world itself seems to be enough to make people depressed. Just living is already a great effort. Under such great pressure, people will naturally become depressed, Buddhist, and lose the motivation to strive.

Will I really live to retire?

I felt a little sad, so I opened my phone to watch a relaxing video to relieve my mood, but I found that my data was used up. When I opened any software, the only thing that appeared on the screen was "Page loading failed, please try again."

My data was exhausted and there was no free WIFI on the street. I suddenly felt even sadder and clicked on the call bar to call my parents.

Then I realized I didn’t even have any phone credit left.

Probably because I didn't have any phone credits and the signal was not very good, every time I called, I got an empty "beep-beep" sound. This desolate sound kept echoing, endlessly. It didn't even want to tell me to try again later.

Alas. I can only sigh, alas.

I am lonely and helpless in a big city, and I can only go home a few times a year. I am too busy at work to think about anything else, and when I have free time, I can't help but feel sad. I don't want to admit that I miss home, but I really want to hear my dad and mom talk to me.

Forget it, I'll wait until I get back to the office and use the company's network to top up my phone before calling. It won't cost me a little while longer.

Lock your phone and tuck the newspaper you’ve read twice under your arm.

It is lunch time now. There is no one on the street and no sound around. The whole city seems to be asleep.

I was walking slowly on the main street of the city where I had lived since graduation. Usually, an old man wearing black round glasses and dressed like a charlatan from the last century would occasionally appear on the street to tell fortunes. He looked mysterious, but no one would go there. I felt sorry for him, so I often talked to him, but he always said some weird riddles. Over time, I didn't want to chat with him anymore. But today, even this weird old man didn't appear, and I felt more and more sad. I didn't know where to go, nor where to stop.

It seems that the act of moving forward is itself forever.

TBC
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Arnold said goodbye to the Red Angel politely.

He had conveyed his intention to surrender, and the other party probably had no more questions to ask, so he served him tea and left tactfully.

He put on his hood, made a careful disguise, and walked slowly on the streets of the lower city. His height of more than two meters made people around him respect and fear him unconsciously. He had good ears, and as he walked forward, he heard a man who was watching him cautiously boasting to his drinking buddies:
"I have seen those gods' favored ones! Every one of them is taller than this man."

"The shortest among them." In Fusakri, height means status, power, and bloodline, although there are occasional surprises. The man was afraid of being heard by him, so he lowered his voice to the level of a mosquito, but still insisted on bragging to his friends, "They are all as tall as him."

The average height is over 2.1 meters? Arnold's mind flashed with the top leaders of the Church of the God of War. They were indeed giants.

He walked into a corner, used the seal to slightly adjust the outline of his body, shortening his height by thirty centimeters, then walked back to the street, changed direction, and slowly walked towards the port and the distant places.

"Faith in 'Sea God' really works!"

"I ventured into the sea yesterday and actually caught a small fish! It is because of that fish soup that I can talk to you now..."

"What about the 'Fool'? I heard that the god that those gods worship is also very powerful. He can cure diseases and bring the dead back to life!"

At the harbor, fishermen gathered together and whispered, discussing the new faith in a passionate and private manner. When he approached the chatting fishermen, their topic naturally turned to the weather, prayers, and the new regulations on the notice board.

It had snowed last night, and the ground was covered with thick white snow and black sewage. The ground was covered with curved lines, and some fish baits, fish food, dried fruits and grains were scattered randomly. At first glance, it looked like a child's game or a prank to waste food.

Arnold glanced around for a while and felt that there was a reason why the Inquisition had not discovered the problem here yet.

When everyone tacitly keeps a secret and racks their brains to fight against the notice board, the Level 0 seal, as a dead object, will temporarily be defeated. The brass book is not that intelligent, and the Holy See is not omniscient. The seal cannot be simply and roughly cut off. It will cause dissatisfaction among the people and will also feel weird.

As part of his show of goodwill to the Red Angel, he certainly couldn't report what was happening here. After quietly looking at the port, which had more people than usual, he quietly returned to the temple along the same route.

(End of this chapter)