Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

35

"Don't try to kill yourself in the presence of the devil," I said in my gentlest tone, "unless you wish to dedicate your soul to him."

36

Ince Zangwill held his right hand where three fingers had been broken by my stepping on it, and tremblingly clutched the gauze that was bleeding profusely. This is the minimum punishment for offending an angel, because he did not go out to greet me when he faced me, but tried to drive me away with 0-08 - this ridiculous behavior.

So he still didn't dare to approach or sit down. He stood in front of the chair where I was sitting, looking at me with the most fearful and vigilant eyes, and the notebook that originally belonged to him in my hand. I handed him the new hat I bought for 2 pounds and motioned for him to hang it on the hanger at the door for me. He hesitated for a few seconds, stretched out his left hand with all five fingers, took it with some dexterity, and hung it up himself. This is good, it proves that he has learned well and understands that even the devil is not willing to hang around with blood stains at all times.

It's cloudy today. I flipped through this diary in a good mood and found that many interesting things had happened in the small city of Tingen before I arrived. For example, the puppet "Duke Antigonus" pointed out a descendant of its owner to the Nighthawks. This poor little toy was originally the most popular puppet in the family, but now it has become a hanging figure in Antigonus. The sword that could fall from the head of the descendant of the Gonus family at any time.

For example, there is a Nighthawk named Leonard who "has a special secret in his body", and Klein, who is mysteriously not dead, is also a Nighthawk. And the nightmare that broke into my dreams last night and ate the afternoon tea I prepared for Miss Wall and her friends, Dunne Smith.

The Nighthawks under the command of the Night Goddess are really full of talents.

I roughly flipped through this notebook, which I had used for a long time. It was wrinkled and tattered. Most of the previous contents were describing how I hid and how I used coincidences to lure away the pursuing Nighthawks. During the years of defecting, he traveled around various places, and finally came to this small town, plotting to obtain sacred objects corresponding to Sequence 4 in adjacent pathways, and trying to get promoted across pathways, so he secretly made many arrangements. However, judging from the records, very few were successful. Klein always caused unexpected situations, preventing him from fully achieving his goals.

"The kind Ince Zangwill helped?"

I read this sentence and he looked even more frightened, as if he was about to escape from the window the next second. But even the gate to the underworld couldn't let him escape, so what's the use of a window leading to the garden? But not only did I not intend to criticize him harshly, but I wanted to praise him: "Let me tell you why Mr. Z actually said in his report that "the seeds were successfully planted and the mother's condition is stable." According to our expectations, the first step of this divine visit was Impossible to succeed. It turns out that you took action and didn't let the mother die at that time. You did a good job. "

This is interesting, I thought. ——If I remember correctly, the name of the Sealed Artifact "0-08" of the Church of the Night is Alsuhod's pen, which corresponds to the sequence one "Writer" of the "Audience" path, which caused the death of angels. Level 0, the highest degree of confidentiality, cannot be disclosed to outsiders. Even when informing relevant personnel, only the simplest appearance will be described.

It is already unimaginable that such a sealed artifact can be mastered by a bishop who only has Sequence 5. What is even more unimaginable is that he has not been written to death for three years, and has even successfully evaded a series of pursuits. Got under the eyes of the goddess of the night.

Logically speaking, 0-08 should have little interest in writers of this level, so the reason why he can survive until now is very intriguing.

I didn’t dwell on this matter. After all, if there must be a higher-level narrator, someone more behind-the-scenes than the mastermind Ince Zangwill, to promote all of this, the person currently at the top of the “Audience” pathway Taiyang, who is playing his own son, is the biggest suspect.

"You're doing great, Ince Zangwill, you're funny."

I closed the notebook and met his shocked and suspicious eyes. I speak the truth, for the devil loves such despicable masterminds. He obviously looks like he will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal, but he is not even willing to stain his hands with blood, preferring to play with other people's lives through secret influence; he obviously holds the highest level sealed artifact, but he always cowers like a shady mouse. Hiding in dark corners. He's destined to be expendable, and I'd love to pass the time watching him continue his death throes.

"So I won't help you, look after you, or protect you. You have to be strong enough to survive and let me appreciate your more despicable side - for this, I can give you some blessings."

The poorly concealed anger was solidified on his face, and Ince Zangwill's remaining dark blue-to-black eyes showed a slightly suspicious and wary look, and then he realized that he had no right to refuse.

37

After finishing my visit to Ince Zangwill, I went to Lower Street to confirm whether the city’s “pain” qualified.

The "Ernst Charitable Foundation" established by my subordinate, the "Angel of Temperance" Richard Ernst, has been in existence for two hundred years. He is an excellent human being, a capable human being, and a human being with an overly rich conscience. This is the first time I have seen a person who regards philanthropy as his lifelong pursuit, let alone an angel. Therefore, His anchor is all the old, weak, sick and disabled people supported by the foundation. Kindness is His nature and His humanity. Once He tries to abandon all of this, he will immediately lose control.

Charity is a bottomless pit. The foundation can never make ends meet, but it is always building new almshouses and welfare homes. As the leader and the theoretical enshrined person, Richard Ernst even needs to use his secular status to solicit sponsorship from everywhere, but the nobles do not care about charity.

He presented relevant reports to me when he came back from Fusac. Even the nobles who had some background and understood his identity only gave me a total of less than 100,000 pounds in funding for this unrewarding undertaking.

Separated from the comfortable villas of the factory owners are small houses where dozens of people are crowded together. The workers only have a few soles a week for dirty floors and cheap and spoiled food. Therefore, Richard persistently added new machines to the factories in my industry that were less harmful to the human body, and gave the workers a 10% higher salary and an amazing medical allocation for work-related injuries. As a result, my factory quickly became unable to compete with the competition. Their competitors went bankrupt one after another, and the meager profits made it difficult for the factory’s accountants to find a way to make money.

This behavior also caused heavy losses to my "family" far away in Intis, which once lost nearly half of its influence. The real person in charge was ostracized by his peers and was reported by employees because he could not afford the welfare of employees. He had no choice but to After selling the factory to a competitor at a low price, he was derided in the circle of factory owners as a man who was stupid and had too much money to take advantage of.

After this farce, the real managers of the industry took back the commercial power given to Richard. And all factories, share investments and plantations were recovered. Only by exploiting cheap labor and even slaves like others could provide Richard with the original capital of the charity industry.

——How ironic and pitiful. What do you want to do, Richard Ernst, the philanthropist with a reputation that no one cares about?

38

Baron Gramir gave a low cough, leaving some bright red marks on his palms, which were then absorbed by the human leather gloves.

His chest was shattered into a comminuted fracture two days ago. Thanks to Sailor Path Sequence 6's strong enough body, he didn't die on the spot. He was able to save enough energy to escape, and he found an opportunity to use his connections for treatment. But he would not think that this was his good luck, it was just because the powerful Extraordinary who happened to pass by did not want to kill him.

Zillinges was very upset. For the first time since he encountered a life crisis that day, he panicked when faced with a high-level sequence. He almost lost control. When he came to his senses, he had already killed Baron Gramir, whom he had been spying on and imitating for a long time. Without the homeless man, he had to take a servant to fill his "creeping hunger" to prevent his weak self from overturning on the magical item. He then assumed the form of a baron, stayed in bed for two days and recovered successfully.

A good job that was somewhat dangerous but not fatal suddenly turned into a heavy burden on his shoulders. He hoped that he would be able to recover soon and complete the task. If he failed... Qilingos didn't dare to think about it.

It is obviously impossible to assassinate Duke Negan with this body, but accepting the invitation to the dinner but not arriving is even more suspicious. Therefore, he decided to attend the dance, observe the security around Duke Negan and leave early. Afterwards, he bought a ticket to temporarily leave Backlund, and then returned silently after he regained the ability to perform tasks.

It's all because of that high-sequence strongman... Damn it, if those two women hadn't investigated me, how would I have ended up in this situation!

As a pirate general, Qilingos, who admired strength and power, of course did not dare to curse the strong. He could only curse Forsi and Xio repeatedly in his heart, who were almost killed, and let out a bad breath. Thinking of the possible punishment for not completing the task, and thinking that he would probably never have the chance to take revenge on those two women, his facial features involuntarily turned a little ferocious.

But the next second, he immediately adjusted his expression to normal.

"Hello, Baron Gramir." Audrey greeted with a perfect smile and etiquette.

Opposite him, Zillinges, who was disguised as Baron Gramiel with sparse eyebrows and light blue eyes, also smiled and saluted: "Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling gem of this ball."

After a few aristocratic greetings, the two of them staggered away.

After walking a few steps, Audrey suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of doubts: "Baron Gramir is different from usual..."

"In the past, when he saw young ladies and madams who were higher in status than him and were more beautiful, he would move his eyes to the side, not daring to look directly, and then keep stealing glances... But today, he seems very confident..."

"No, in fact, the most abnormal thing is the smell of the perfume on his body! When he attended various parties in the past, the tail notes of the perfume 'Amber' were all emitted on his body. The musk was pure and light, not showing off but noble, but just now The fragrance on his body has the middle note of 'amber', which is dense and elegant..."

"When he passed by me just now, was there another smell? The perfume was so thick, it seemed to be covering something up. It seemed, indeed, that there was a faint smell of blood... Baron Gramiel had been ill at home. If you stay in bed for two days, where will the smell of blood come from?"

Audrey's pace became slower and slower. As an "audience" who had completely digested the potion, her keenness in details was definitely not comparable to other extraordinary people. She recalled more and more doubts. Suddenly, she thought of a possibility, and her bright green eyes froze.

TBC

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IF Edward Tarot Club

"Is this a kindergarten?" He took a look, memorized everyone's general appearance and aura, added them to the hit list, and left.

IF Temperance Angel Richard Tarot Club

Richard: Lord, I entered a meeting before God. The great being in charge called himself Mr. Fool.

Edward: Fool? There are no fools nowadays. Look at the half-fool who is still paralyzed on the top of the mountain. Tell me the address and I will go and have a look. You have fallen into a pyramid scheme trap. Be wary of new types of online scams.

*In addition, what is the concept of going to the Fusac Empire and lobbying most of the nobles but only getting 100,000 pounds? Audrey exposed Qilingos and received a reward of more than 40,000 pounds from various organizations in various countries.