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

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"Bishop White!"

Emlyn's assistant suddenly let out a shocking cry, which frightened Emlyn, who was flipping through a potion book to kill time, and he almost threw away the official textbook of the Church of Mother Earth. He stood up, looked at the assistant who made the sound, and snapped the book shut:

"what happened?"

Did another patient die? That shouldn't have caused such a big fuss.

As they were talking, Emlyn noticed a strange object that had appeared on the roadside. It looked like a square metal box, a bit like a safe, but there was no keyhole, instead there was a lever and a mysterious coin slot. The coin slot looked about the same size as a penny. One penny could indeed buy some simple and cheap "gachapon", but it was a coin-operated mini-gachapon machine on the street, and there was not even a glass panel or gadgets inside, so it was impossible to tell what it could be used for.

Emlyn looked around and saw that everyone around him was busy with their own things. No one was looking at the small safe-like thing placed on the side of the road.

He suspected that the thing belonged to one of his colleagues, but he didn't notice it when he brought it.

Just then, the assistant came running over from a distance, holding a dozen medical records bound with paper clips in his hand. He gasped, looked at Emlyn with some fear, and said incoherently:
"Archbishop, something extraordinary seems to have happened!"

Emlyn's eyes lit up—finally there was life!

He could neither save people from mental disorders here nor have an excuse to leave, so he wished he could do some tasks to pass the time.

He signaled with his eyes for his assistant to continue.

The assistant, who was two meters tall and strong, was not afraid of the earthquake, but his expression was indescribable at this moment. He took a deep breath and reported as calmly as possible: "At least ten seriously ill and seriously injured patients in the temporary hospital suddenly disappeared. We have issued them critical illness notices, and their relatives have accepted them... There is no way they can leave the hospital!"

"..." Emlyn thought for two seconds, "Did their families disappear with them?"

"Yes."

"There were more than a dozen people. Even if the family members were carrying the body for burial, a stretcher would be needed. With such a big commotion, is there not a single witness?"

The assistant shook his head.

"Did it disappear so completely? Have you checked the scene? Are there any signs of sacrifice to the secret existence?" Emlyn asked. He knew that the current situation was likely to give rise to a large number of unsafe beliefs, and desperate situations would make people do irrational things on impulse.

“No.” The assistant shook his head like a rattle, looking extremely helpless. “The hospital was terrified and urgently consulted the head of the parish, asking if that lady was the Mother Goddess or if she had released a miracle to save the wounded, but she said she wasn’t. She did a divination and confirmed that there was no power of the Mother Goddess here either… Only just now, a wounded person provided us with information. He said that he seemed to have seen one of the families, and that the dead child actually… actually came back to life and went with his parents to an unknown place…”

Emlyn looked at his assistant with a complicated look.

The assistant spread his hands and said, "Yes, you guessed right. The witness didn't notice anything wrong at the time because the child was in a swaddle, wrapped in a warm blanket, and his face couldn't be seen. In his impression, the child was already dead, and he thought the parents took the child out to bury him. When he recalled it later, he found that the tightly wrapped child seemed to have stretched out a hand and was playing with his mother's hair."

"You mean the dead child came back to life?"

“Everyone is guessing this now.”

"Hmm..." Emlyn made a simple analysis. "Even the witnesses can't guarantee that it was the child himself, and there is no real resurrection in this world. Even if the living body and soul are forcibly reunited through ritual magic, the final product will not survive for long. The church's artificial humans have obvious defects... It is not ruled out that the couple buried the child and adopted a new child and left. Although in this case, there is no need for them to run away, but it makes sense. Apart from them, are there no witnesses to the other missing persons?"

"No, His Excellency the Archbishop said there were no traces of extraordinary power. It was as if they disappeared out of thin air."

"Is that so? That's going to be difficult..."

...The bishop of the diocese said there was no way out, so I can't do anything either... Emlyn also felt that it was useless for the assistant to say anything, and since other people had already started paying attention, Emlyn felt that there was no need for him to get involved. He dismissed the assistant with a few words, asking him to pay more attention to the progress of the case, and then returned to his seat and sat down. When he looked back, the strange metal lever box was gone.

Was it taken away?
Emlyn didn't care too much about where the thing went. After thinking for a moment, his sense of responsibility took over. He closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap against the wall. He quietly recited the name of "The Fool" and wanted to ask another god he knew if something had happened.

After reciting the honorific name three times, Emlyn, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes. He opened his eyes suddenly and found a strange young man dressed in a rather fancy way appeared in front of him.

The man was wearing a black robe and a classic hat. There was a rather complicated and profound pattern embroidered on the back, and under the robe was a black formal suit. In addition, there were some fancy feathers and colorful silk decorations, which made him look a bit mysterious and interesting. Emlyn looked up at the other person's face and confirmed that he had never seen him before, but he always felt that the smiling man seemed a little familiar.

"I'm a wandering magician."

Without waiting for Emlyn to answer, the young man introduced himself first, took off the classical tall hat decorated with colorful feathers on his head, and bowed gracefully: "My magic can make other people's wishes come true. Sir, do you have any wish?"

...Emlyn looked at him with a strange look. The wandering magician appeared so abruptly that he wondered if he would conjure some white doves out of his hat. He felt uncomfortable being looked down upon, so he stood up and cleared his throat:

"No, I have no wishes."

"Also, I am Emlyn White, the bishop of the Church of Mother Earth. If you need anything, you can tell me."

The young man was rejected and looked a little confused: "Really no wish?"

Are you kidding? Even if you really have a wish, who would tell a stranger about it? Emlyn shook his head firmly: "No, thank you."

The young man looked at the determined expression on Emlyn's face. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally nodding. The wandering magician put on his hat again, bowed slightly, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the distance of the street.

Emlyn watched this strange guy who suddenly appeared gradually disappear. He scratched his head in confusion and sat back down to continue thinking about things.

Mr. Fool hasn't responded yet...

……

"I'm not saying anything, Xio, we really should move. You should think about it carefully! Look at what has happened in the past six months. You have even been controlled by a high-sequence power once. I have already written to Teacher Dorian, asking him to stay in the Abraham Family temporarily. You should come with me!"

Fors rushed in through the wall, and her voice arrived before the sound of her coming in.

"Xiu, are you listening to me? Don't worry, you can find a job in Intis. We are not dependent on others... uh..."

When the scene inside the room came into view, Fors suddenly froze, stuttering and unable to speak, and even froze.

Xio was holding a coffee pot in her hand, placing the cakes and cookies that Fors had bought a few hours ago but had not been willing to eat on the table in the living room. She was silent for a while facing her friend, then turned to ask the guest in the room:

"Mr. Abraham, do you need more coffee?"

Ta. The bone china cup with beautiful lapis lazuli patterns was gently placed on the matching porcelain plate. The guest with long black hair glanced at Fors, then looked away and thanked Xio calmly, "No, thank you for your trouble."

"First! Uh, uh, first..."

After being looked at by Him, Fors woke up from her dream. Under His gaze, she felt the same embarrassment as when she was a girl and was caught by the teacher for skipping classes. For a moment, she didn't know what to call Him - I'm not from the Abraham family. It seems inappropriate to call him ancestor in private, right? ! Teacher Dorian didn't say this. Fors looked at Xio for help, but found that Xio just turned around to fill the teapot with water. The young writer stood up tremblingly and finally uttered a sentence: "Your Highness Abraham..."

Bethel leaned back slightly. Even Xio, who had been very calm, was startled by the word "Your Highness". The cup lid in his hand collided with the cup, making a slight sound.

Fors discovered in despair that there was a hint of complexity and reluctance in the other person's eyes as he looked at her.

But now that things had come to this, she could only bow and muster up the courage to say, "I'm so sorry for the poor hospitality! I'll go make you some tea right now!"

"…No need, your friend has already entertained me."

"Oh, oh." Fors was at a loss.

Bethel seemed to want to turn his head, but his upbringing and tolerance for the younger generation made him hold back these actions that would make the child feel uneasy. He calmed down for a few seconds, glanced at Fors, and said in a tone of checking homework:

"Your 'Traveler' potion seems to have not been digested much yet."

“Yes…” Fors said listlessly, “During this period, I have only traveled to Intis a few times. Other places are… too dangerous.”

Bethel nodded and looked at a painting in the room. "You can also get feedback on your performance by traveling domestically. If you plan to move to Intis, you can ask your teacher and seek travel advice from the elders of the Abraham family."

"Also, a place like the Cathedral of Light, which is full of mysterious atmosphere, can also help you get digestive feedback when you first visit it..."

Bethel taught the younger generation very casually. Even though he was sitting casually, he sat very straight. Fors couldn't help but imitate his manners and sat up straight.

Xio quietly moved to the sofa and sat beside her friend, sternly criticizing Fors for not telling her about this "his highness", which caused her to not treat the guest seriously enough. Fors could only respond with a twisted expression, saying that it was not her fault, and she had never thought that a small person like her would be visited by such a great being, and even visited at home to digest the potion.

After a while, Bethel finished speaking and picked up the teacup. Fors took the opportunity to ask his doubts:
"Your Highness, how come you suddenly have time to visit my humble abode?"

Bethel took a sip of the warm tea, his eyes looking out the window, his voice still faint.

"Because of something very important."

"I want to confirm with my own eyes whether He is still Himself. If He is, then in order to prevent His condition from getting worse, I feel that I need to fulfill our promise and challenge Him."

Oh my god, a god challenged another great being? Is this something I can listen to? Fors's heart was pounding. For a moment, she put aside her uneasiness and nervousness in front of a high-ranking elder. She subconsciously asked:
"What if that being...is not himself?"

Bethel paused for a moment, and Fors felt that he seemed to be thinking, or regretting something.

"Then... I will still fulfill my promise. If His personality is killed one day, I will use all means to kill His body as well. I will not allow anyone else to impersonate His identity and defile His soul."

The room suddenly became dead silent.

Bethel had no intention of intimidating the younger generation, but as he spoke, a barely perceptible murderous aura escaped, and it was as if a dusk-like light shone in the room for a second, and Fors and Xio even found it difficult to breathe. Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, and the next moment, Fors saw Bethel put down the teacup in his hand, turned his head slightly, and said to them:

"It's time for you to go."

"Go to Intis, it is the best refuge for you."

Xio and Fors looked at each other. A great being had spoken, and they dared not disobey. Fortunately, Fors was already a traveler, and she could take all the important luggage away with a few trips. Xio just needed to prepare herself mentally with her brother and mother.

They bowed and left, no longer disturbing Mr. "Door"'s thoughts, while Bethel continued to sit in this room full of life.

The tea gradually cooled down, and the snacks remained untouched. He stared out the window, as if watching someone's every move.

After a while, out of social etiquette and in order not to embarrass the younger generations, Bethel picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth. He also cut off a corner of the cake on the other side and slowly savored the not-so-delicate taste and sweetness.

With the Lord of Mysteries' forceful intervention, the originally clear situation suddenly underwent unpredictable changes. The disadvantaged became even more difficult to sustain, and the beings who had finally earned a breath and snatched an opportunity seemed to be losing what they had just gained. Even the "Gate", who had no interest in this matter and planned to wait and see from the beginning to the end, had to enter the battlefield because of Klein's mental abnormality.

From the moment he takes action, he must have a position.

The "Dusk Greatsword" was in a certain space in His hand, emitting light steadily, causing the space to decay and stagnate in the dusk.

Bethel Abraham also waited quietly, waiting for an answer as to whether He needed to use this weapon.

"So far, I have only turned the dead into my secret puppets..."

"Just maintain this miracle. I hope you won't harm a living person... Please don't take that step, Klein."

TBC
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Chick stepped onto Pasu Island without stopping. Just as he was about to charm the Pope of the God of Thunder and let the highest-ranking person in the Thunder Church take out 0-01 and place it in front of him with both hands, he suddenly heard rumbling thunder.

Why don't you forget to defend me during the break in the fight?

The expression of the Original Witch suddenly became serious, and her black hair suddenly grew teeth and petrified eyes. She was ready to deal with the attack of the God of Thunder, but the attack did not come. Instead, she heard a loud noise from the Thunder Church.

Boom!

Chick couldn't tell for a moment whether it was thunder or an explosion inside the church.

In short, it seemed that the seal inside the Thunder Church was opened. His vision turned red in an instant, and Chick immediately felt the attraction. It was right in front of him, right there, 0-01. The flag stained with blood due to the fall of the gods was calling him with the breath of the City of Disaster!
I want to get it.

Get it, become a Red Priest, and become a dual-path true God!

Although the breath of the God of Thunder permeated the place, making people tremble, this thought appeared in Chike's mind, and the next moment it grew wildly like weeds. The original witch herself was a deity who controlled love, but at this moment, in her eyes, 0-01 was the most perfect thing in the world, something she would get no matter what she paid or what means she used!

The next moment, a blood-red tornado rose into the sky behind the main building of Thunder Church, reaching the horizon, dyeing the dark clouds just above the zenith red, and the silver-white lightning was also covered with blood.

Astral World - Leodro took it to the Astral World...

Chick hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and resolutely rushed into the tornado created by 0-01.

Although the chances of life and death are slim and the probability of success is even lower... but at this point, if he does not take this step, all that awaits him is the waste of thousands of years of hard work and his defeat and death!
Why didn’t I make up for it? I will make up for it tomorrow!

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(End of this chapter)