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

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Humans are so fragile. Klein suddenly had this thought.

The scene in the northern continent made him feel sympathetic, but also uncontrollably contemptuous. Mortals are very fragile creatures, and the slightest effort will kill them. The slightest impact on the real world will cause countless people to be displaced and lose their lives. They are so small and weak that even the inferior puppets in Utopia are stronger than humans.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Klein suddenly felt that his attitude seemed a little inappropriate. Of course, he could express such sentiments, but he should not define humans from a high position as a Beyonder or a person who was close to being a true god.

"I am also a human being, I shouldn't think like this. I can lament, but I can't despise."

“I should think about how I can help them.”

"After all, the war between gods has nothing to do with them, but it has caused their families to be destroyed..."

Lamenting the fragility of human beings is inevitable. The tragedy has already happened and it seems irreversible. On the other hand, Klein always feels very uncomfortable when he sees those people who are grieving over the death of their relatives and friends. Such things always happen in front of him from time to time. Even a "miracle master" cannot give everyone the miracle of resurrection.

Miracles can't do anything. They may be able to restore those destroyed cities and cure their physical defects and diseases, but they cannot make the pain in people's hearts disappear. If they simply and crudely erase the memories of others, they will only be able to heal their physical defects and diseases. Will cause more damage.

However, it is not completely impossible.

Thinking of this, Klein moved his fingers. He wanted to turn all the dead people into his own secret puppets.

As long as they become secret dolls, they can accompany their family and friends forever. Of course, this should not be enough, because the secret dolls have been immortalized in his hands, and the living people are still born, grow old, get sick and die, and can no longer continue their happy life and stories, so the best choice should be for everyone to become their own secret dolls together.

This should be the most perfect solution. In this way, there will be no more sorrow and pain, and no more illness. Even if you are fatally injured, even if your head rolls off, you can still recover and return to the people you care about.

The world will become extremely beautiful. At least in the places that Klein can see, there will be no wars and famines, no classes and oppression, and everything will be fair and just. In short, this world will become a true "utopia". A city is indeed too small, and 10,000 or 20,000 puppets are far from enough. Klein hopes that people will perform their duties and there will be quarrels between them, but in the end the problems will be solved. Everyone is reasonable and considerate. Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Mysteries, they will live forever and always welcome foreign guests.

Everyone will be happy, blessed and full of hope for tomorrow.

This is a paradise that can be created without the need to acknowledge God or rely on His power.

……

The sun seemed to be in the deep grey water.

The first verse of the Bible immediately emerged in Audrey's mind. The scene before her was somewhat similar to the Book of Genesis, but it had completely different symbolic meanings.

Is it before sunrise now? Will there be any changes here after the sun comes out?
The symbol of the sun is God, is there a deeper meaning that He is paying attention to here?

Well, the dragon corresponds to the mind and the realm, the path of the "audience". According to what Mr. Hermes told me, and the current honorific name, it can be seen that "He" has not yet recovered the "audience"... Audrey looked around and prepared to go around the cliff to find other scenes. At this time, she inadvertently looked back and found that the castle hidden in the dark seemed to become a little brighter, and a door opened in the corner.

The slightly dim corridor immediately came into her sight.

This is even more true in the corridor - there are no gas wall lamps, and the walls are inlaid with candlesticks made of silver or copper, with varying numbers of candles placed on them, emitting a dim and dim light. The entire corridor was dimly lit, giving people the feeling that it could be haunted at any time. In addition, Audrey could vaguely see closed doors on both sides of the corridor. There seemed to be something hidden behind them, something that gave her a strong desire to explore.

Those classical doors with relief carvings looked particularly mysterious under the dim candlelight, making people want to know what was hidden behind them.

Audrey's thoughts raced, and she suddenly understood what they meant in the dream.

This is the door to the soul, and behind every door is someone’s spiritual world.

The door of the soul that appeared in the dream of a high-sequence strongman... Audrey suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. She now knew that the audience's Sequence 3 "Dream Weaver" could weave different personalities to exist independently. Who knew whether this was a human dream or the dream of those independently existing personalities?
After going through so many things, she increasingly understood one truth:
Demigods in the spiritual realm must know how to restrain themselves and respect others.

Even though you can normally interpret other people's true thoughts from their body language, facial expressions, and emotional fluctuations, if you are still not satisfied and are extremely greedy to explore other people's hearts and dig out their privacy and secrets, it may backfire on you in the end.

This is a very simple truth: everyone has some dark and bad thoughts to a greater or lesser extent, but they are all well able to control them and not let them affect their own behavior. In this case, if the demigod in the spiritual realm is still obsessed with digging out these thoughts and the ugly parts under the mask, he will easily become disappointed with human nature, be infected by all kinds of negative consciousness, and gradually go crazy without knowing it.

This is one of the reasons why “audiences” are prone to becoming abnormal or crazy even though they are able to soothe themselves and treat the corresponding psychological problems.

Therefore, the code of conduct that Audrey set for herself was to only observe and "read the minds" of acquaintances and try not to enter their dreams; there was no restriction on entering the dreams of strangers, and if it was not necessary, she would not enter anyone's spiritual world.

Slowly looking away, Audrey closed her eyes to prevent herself from being affected.

In addition, the castle was built in a very strange way, so Audrey could not see the architectural features of any era. However, she did not know much about this aspect and was not sure whether her judgment was correct. However, she could see that the castle had a deep connection with the dragon. Its style was very rough and simple, with a large number of dragon-like patterns. When she got closer, she found that there were many strange designs.

From a distance, it looked like a castle. The closer Audrey got, the more surprised she was. The castle kept getting bigger, taller, and wider. The steps that looked normal at first glance were actually taller than her at every step!
The two-meter-high rectangular stones are obviously not steps for humans to walk on. They are more like bricks for building graves for the "God of Death".

This dream... Audrey glanced around and her expression became a little serious.

This height is not for humans, so it should be for dragons. Only dragons can enter this castle, but Audrey is not sure it is safe for her to show the form of mythical creatures in such a dream. The mind and dreams are the most vulnerable places for the spirit. Once this is a trap, the owner of the dream gives you a bad psychological suggestion, and you may lose control and die on the spot.

As the idea flashed through her mind, Audrey decided to retreat temporarily. Her mission was just to investigate, and there were unknown dangers ahead for her, so she should evacuate as soon as possible and let Hermes come to see it in person.

Audrey followed her spiritual intuition and stepped back step by step.

A terrible thing happened. After approaching the castle, Audrey remained on high alert and silently counted her steps. However, she kept counting until the number of steps she took back exceeded the number of steps she took forward, but she was still right in front of this weird castle. The castle was still so tall and towering, with no sign of getting smaller or farther away at all!

But looking back, the cliff with the vast gray ocean became extremely distant, almost blending into the horizon.

The opponent was much stronger than her. Facing the "invitation" or "threat" from the dream master, Audrey frowned. She tried to wake herself up from the dream, but unsurprisingly failed.

This means she must go in.

……

The cauldron containing the boiling herbs was bubbling with smoke, and a large amount of hypnotic gas was coming out of the pot along with white steam, just like putting dry ice into water. The scene was exactly the same as the wizards and potions described in picture books.

Emlyn was guarding his own cauldron. He sat on a small stool, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the situation around him.

The clergy of the Church of Mother Earth were still busy. They took the corresponding potions to resist the hypnotic effect, but the rescued civilians were put into a deep sleep by the special potions. In the ruins and remaining buildings, there was no sound except for the footsteps of church personnel, the friction of clothes, and sporadic conversations.

"Archbishop White, has the Mother Goddess delivered the oracle?"

From time to time, a senior deacon or bishop passing by would come over and ask in a low voice, but Emlyn would wave his hand and send the other person back to work.

Rather than a makeshift hospital, this place now looks more like an open-air morgue.

Emlyn shook his head vigorously to get rid of this bad idea. In order to prevent the people from praying and kneeling to the "Emperor" crazily and even causing chaos, they had no choice but to do this. Hearing that Feynaport had not seen such a situation, he, the "Follower", immediately reported what happened, but the Mother Goddess had not responded until now.

"Mother Goddess..." Emlyn prayed to the Mother Goddess of Earth in his heart. Even though he had no empathy for humans, he still felt sad.

The most important thing is, he also doesn't know how to treat these patients who suddenly went insane. They have mental problems, and even he, the "Witch King", is helpless with this problem - it's like the fanatical belief after being "enchanted" by the evil god, but this situation often occurs when "a large number of extraordinary people of the same path gain joy through the same sacrificial behavior", or the gods of this path bestow mental pollution and brainwashing from top to bottom, but most of the people falling before his eyes are ordinary people, not even extraordinary people.

The same problem has been seen in counties like Lomborg and Sagar, but people in Fehneport have not been affected yet.

The only thing they had in common was that they were all from Loen, or in other words, they all lived in Loen.

The bishop of the Church of the Earth dared to come, but Emlyn and the demigods of the Church of the Earth could not detect any mental effects caused by "charm". There were no signs of contamination, no signs of brainwashing, no drug effects, and no participation in group fanaticism... After all the causes were ruled out, there was only one, the most unbelievable reason left:
At the same time, everyone developed a fanatical faith in the emperor from the bottom of their hearts and naturally.

"…What should we do?"

There was only one ending for this kind of cult whose spirit had been abnormally polluted - Emlyn was really a little panicked at this moment. He was a vampire, and what happened to humans had nothing to do with him, but such a huge number made him feel cold in his spine, and he felt grief for the others.

At this moment, his last hope was that the Mother Goddess of Earth could give him an answer.

Now we can only place our hope in the gods. The gods can definitely cure these people.

However, even the gods are powerless sometimes. When people pray to the gods on earth, the gods are also fighting hard for their own lives.

Lilith heard the believers' prayers, but she had no time to respond.

In the current battle, even the slightest distraction would lead to one's own defeat. In addition, the mass rebellion of the believers mainly occurred in Loon rather than Feynaport, so her anchor was still intact. For various reasons, Lilith temporarily turned a deaf ear to the believers' prayers and helped wholeheartedly.

The "soothing" effect of the potion is far less direct than that of the "audience", but after Lilith arrived, with the help of her potion, Leodero's mental state obviously recovered a little.

Although it can't be said to be very good, at least it's not as bad as before, as if it would lose control at any time.

His arrival made the symbols that already existed in the astral world more complicated, and the earth and endless forests appeared. As the earth shook, the waves found support and released their power with the earth behind them. The growth rate of wheat ears and plants also competed with the distortion. With the help of Leodro's anchor, Lilith was in a better state and dragged the son of chaos who was also a single-path true god.

There is no air in the astral world, but the smell of water has taken over everywhere. There is a brass eye in the middle of the sky, and all the actions of the gods except the Hidden Sage are under its watch. The smell of sea water is everywhere, and the surging waves block the attacks from the opposite side again and again.

Gods who cherish life will always work harder between life and death, so the two source incarnations on the opposite side are quite loose in comparison.

The Black Emperor stood in the center of the huge pit. Countless plants tried to weave a large net around the edge of the pit, but the paths of plant growth were always distorted and they could not move forward according to the will of the Earth Mother. The Son of Chaos was not surprised by their power. He even found it interesting because he had not seen a life-and-death fight without devouring each other for a long time.

The Son of Chaos felt a little bored, because anyone who knew that the aggressive enemy might die soon would probably not be in the mood to fight seriously.

"This is the fatal flaw you were born with."

The Son of Chaos laughed at the Mother Earth and the God of Thunder, and the distorted space carried his voice far and loud. Lilith, a natural mythical creature, said nothing, and the God of Thunder glanced at him and continued to fight with the Hidden Sage.

Compared with Leodro, the battle of the Hidden Sage is more like a kind of trial, even learning.

He used the battle with Leodro to quickly master and explore more uses of the path he had, and constantly "learned" some small magic from him that could be used to make "mysterious reappearances". He could not possess the "Civilization Scroll", but he could use other simple props, and Leodro obviously did not have such leisure. He did not hold back when dealing with the unique animated spirit, stepped on the waves and jumped high, the trident in his hand was wrapped with countless lightning, caught the brass eye and shot out a ray, piercing the hidden sage with overwhelming momentum!
The Hidden Sage's eyes instantly locked onto the trident in Leodro's hand. Although the sound was terrifying, in the eyes of the gods who had mastered the authority of "essence" and "matter", it could be interpreted as simple "divinity" + "lightning".

The Hidden Sage stretched out his hand and aimed at the trident that was stabbing at him. In an instant, Leodro felt that he had suddenly stabbed into an invisible barrier. Before he entered, his divinity and lightning were separated a little, and the lightning was broken into simpler substances in the blink of an eye and directly transmitted to the surrounding space. By the time it reached the Hidden Sage, the power on it had been almost completely dissipated!

But in the end, the trident still hit the hidden sage with the "Weakness Analysis" of the "White Tower".

In an instant, half of the god's body exploded, revealing the metal structure under the human skin and a mystical data core.

If he could hit the target, he would have a chance. The Hidden Sage's only remaining eye suddenly looked at Leodro, and a huge amount of information was transmitted in an instant - "knowledge infusion"! However, Leodro, who possessed "omniscience", was not afraid of such a skill. He easily accepted all the knowledge and even aimed at the central core of mysticism to continue attacking. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the information transmitted. The mad influx of information and data brought an ancient atmosphere and the sound of distant wilderness wind.

"This is the relevant data of 'Wild Knowledge'!"

Leodro was shocked. He couldn't interrupt the other party's data transmission, but the transmitted "virus data" had quickly built a half model of the knowledge wilderness in his knowledge base.

Leodro didn't know and didn't want to know what would happen when the model was fully built. He immediately threw the trident in his hand with force, hitting the opponent directly in the face, smashing the hidden sage's head and forcibly diverting the opponent's attention.

However, it is unclear whether the body is a shackle or a protection for a "data" god. After the body was damaged, the Hidden Sage lost his form as if he melted into the wind, and turned into a data stream to construct the symbol of the "Tree of Mysticism" in the astral world. Leodro felt a little tricky. His target was the "Adam" in the other party's hand, or the uniqueness and sequence one of the "audience".

But at present, it seems that he has not forced the other party to the point where he needs to use "Adam" to fight him.

Coincidentally, at this moment Lilith was also forced back by the Son of Chaos. Leodero and Lilith glanced at each other secretly, and the waves and the towering trees like huge arrows changed direction at the same time and rushed towards the Hidden Sage together!
The Son of Chaos did not intend to go up to help immediately. At this moment, he saw Leodro's free hand suddenly clenched the air hard.

In an instant, the smell of war and gunpowder rose into the sky!

TBC
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An apprentice from the Mother Earth Church knelt down at the child's plea and opened the eyelids of the patient at his feet. Seeing that the patient's pupils had dilated and his heartbeat had stopped, he could only shake his head regretfully and looked at the young man next to the patient. The child said:

"Feel sorry."

After that, he stood up decisively, lowered his head and left here, leaving the child holding his mother's mutilated body and crying loudly after a short daze. After a while, the apprentice came back and stuffed half a piece of bread into the child's hand, and then told him to stop crying, because the other patients needed to sleep and rest, and if they were woken up, the other adults would be unhappy.

“Doctor!” She grabbed the apprentice’s hand as if she were holding onto a life-saving straw and begged with a voice that had already become hoarse from crying, “Please…”

The apprentice's mouth tightened immediately, and he pulled his hand back with such force that he almost made the child stagger.

"I'm sorry!" The apprentice turned away, not looking at the tearful face of the little girl, and said with a determined heart, "Your mother has gone to the kingdom of the gods. May she rest in peace. If you still need help from our church... After nine o'clock, the Church of the Flowers can start booking burial places."

After saying this, he left again, his back hurried.

The little girl stared blankly at the doctor's back as he left. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Instead of putting the half piece of bread into her mouth, she wrapped it tightly in her handkerchief and put it in her mother's hand.

Then she lay down gently, on the other side of her mother's empty shoulders, hugging her mother's cold body tightly.

She felt herself getting colder and colder, and fell asleep with tears in her eyes.

In her dream, she seemed to be back home in Feynaport, with her father, sister, and brother still by her side. But somehow, it started to rain, and amidst the thunder, she saw her family members running away. She chased them, but accidentally fell down. No matter how she cried in the thunderstorm, her father who loved her the most did not turn around, and her brother and sister did not turn around to hug her... At this moment, the little girl saw a man coming over, holding up an umbrella, and squatting beside her.

He was an uncle dressed strangely, with a face that she seemed to have seen somewhere, yet felt very unfamiliar. He was wearing clothes of many colors, like a magician in a circus.

"Hello, lovely lady, I am a magician."

The gentle magician opposite said: "My magic is to fulfill a wish, and you seem to have a wish that I need to fulfill."

The little girl was gently helped up by him. The world around her became gray, and only the small area under the umbrella was clear. Looking at the strange yet familiar magician opposite her, the little girl's nose was sore, and she couldn't help but say what she had suppressed in her heart for a long time:
"My wish is for my father, mother, brother, and sister to come back to life. I want to go home. I want to return to Feynaport..."

The young magician did not respond, but stared deeply at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Seeing that the magician uncle didn't say anything, she pursed her lips and smiled with sobs:

"I, I was joking just now. Mom said that such a wish, not even the gods can come true...I..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

"No, no, don't say that. I can fulfill your wish, my lovely lady." The magician smiled helplessly, "But I can only fulfill one of your wishes. You can only choose one."

His words made the little girl look up and her eyes widen.

"Well, I want my mother!" the little girl said, and immediately added, "I want to go home with my mother!"

"Your wish has come true."

The next second, the magician turned his black umbrella into a bunch of Seville daisies like a magic trick. The little girl subconsciously covered her head with it, but found that the thunderstorm had stopped at some point, and the sun was shining brightly, with nothing in the sky.

"Go."

The magician put a golden brown Seville daisy into the little girl's hand and gently pushed her shoulder:
"Your mother has been looking for you for a long time."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying alone in a corner with nothing around her.

At this moment, a familiar voice calling her name came from outside, and a woman holding a torn coarse cloth skirt appeared outside the door without a door panel. Her body was intact, and the back of her head and spine were not sunken from blocking the roof that fell in the earthquake. She hugged the little girl tightly with her two intact arms, constantly touching her cheek and stroking her hair.

"Oh my God, Sheila, where have you been? Mom has been looking for you for a long time and almost thought she would never see you again..."

The mother patted her back gently, and everything felt so familiar. In this warm embrace, the little girl, who had been in a daze for a long time, suddenly burst into tears and hugged her mother's neck tightly. The mother was stunned for a moment, and then she coaxed her child with heartache and asked softly: "Why are you crying, dear little Sheila, you must have had a very terrible, very terrible dream..."

Is it a dream?
The little girl thought it might not be a dream. She was held in her mother's arms, feeling her mother gradually getting colder. How could such a terrible feeling be a dream? But at this moment in her mother's warm embrace, she gradually believed that she had just had a nightmare.

That must have been a nightmare, in which even my mother left me.

"Mother……"

The little girl sobbed and made her most willful request: "I want to go home, I want to go home..."

"Okay, okay." Mom said softly, "Let's go home, let's go back to the countryside, back to our home in the maple forest, we can take a walk in the fields, and Mom can teach Sheila to knit a sweater. Let's go back now and never come to Backlund again."

The little girl snuggled tightly in her mother's arms, she was afraid that she was dreaming and that if she let go, her mother would leave again.

Her mother carried her away from the dilapidated house. The little girl looked up and saw a bunch of sunny Seville chrysanthemums placed in the corner of the wall in the distance. But before she could take a closer look, her mother took her away from the street and ran towards the pier.

"Mom," said the little girl, "the magician..."

"What magician?" asked the mother. "Did you have any interesting dreams?"

The little girl tried to recall, but she found that she could not remember what she had dreamed about. She only remembered that there was bright sunshine, her parents, brothers and sisters, and a kind uncle who gave her a bunch of flowers.

Their figures disappeared into the distance.

At this time, the young magician who had appeared in the child's dream pressed the hat on his head and went to someone else's dream. When the brim of his hat was raised, a pair of golden brown eyes were revealed under his fine black hair.

The night wind blew, and the hem of his black coat swayed gently. (End of this chapter)