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

296

Friday was a new day. Klein slept until he woke up naturally, got up slowly, washed up and went downstairs.

He did not rush to prepare breakfast, but habitually opened the door, bathed in the mist, and took out today's newspaper from the mailbox.

As soon as he opened the newspaper, he saw this headline:

"The Aurora Society's stronghold was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow!" 》

"I hope Mr. A will die in this siege." Klein solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.

"What is it?" Suddenly, he found a thick envelope inside the newspaper, which was not too light.

After pinching the surface, the scent of ink from the banknotes flashed through Klein's mind, and his spiritual intuition told him that there was a lot of cash inside.

He opened it carefully and took out the pile of gold pounds.

After counting, he confirmed that there were 1,000 pounds in banknotes.

"It's a bounty given by the 'Heart of Machinery'... Is this what they call a secret gift? Why are they so reassured? Just put it in the mail box like this? What if it is stolen?" A delighted Klein endured I couldn't help but complain.

With this money, his savings have reached an astonishing amount of about 3,500 pounds. Not only can he pay for his Sequence 6 potion materials in full, but he can also have a balance of more than 1,000 pounds, which is enough for him for a long time. Don't worry about your livelihood.

He can go to the vampire Emlyn White now and complete the deal!

Without further ado, all of his "Magician" potions have just been digested, and he can immediately prepare for promotion-related matters. After breakfast, Klein immediately put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, picked up a newspaper and went out.

He planned to go to the Harvest Church and ask the vampire Emlyn if he had found the promotion materials he needed.

When he was heading to the stagecoach stop, he saw his landlady, Mrs. Starling Summer, instructing the maid to load the suitcases into the carriage in front of the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Summer." When he saw a familiar person, Klein smiled and said hello.

Starling smiled reservedly and returned the greeting.

Klein asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

"It's almost New Year, Mary gave Luke a holiday in advance, and we plan to go to Desi Bay to welcome the New Year."

Starling took the initiative and said: "Hey, we have been to several cities there, as well as the famous coastal town. We are going to Feneport this time. The scenery of Sevia City is said to be very good. .”

Klein responded cooperatively: "It's really enviable."

"What about you? Detective Moriarty, where do you plan to spend the New Year?" Starling asked with a smile.

I will most likely stay here... By the way, I can go find Mr. Edward to kill some time and chat. He has invited me to dinner several times. Although I don't want to pay for it, I still feel sorry for him... The corners of Klein's mouth turned up. road:

"Go back to Jianhai, the winter there has a different flavor."

Starling's smile became more obvious:

“I hope I can meet you in Disi Bay in the coming New Year.”

297

Medici sat down on the single sofa by the wall, crossed his legs and looked left and right, smacking his lips at the Intis decoration style that was overly decorative and complicated and exquisite two hundred years ago.

“This look compliments Sunman’s decoration style.”

Medici's eyes swept over various dazzling designs and lines, and he let out a loud hiss: "But being able to use gold in such a fresh and refined way is a skill. He should have been a craftsman in the first place!"

Sauron also loudly booed Medici: "Yes, yes, yes, and then the whole world began to praise the sun. I think the asymmetric style is the best, with the great red angel heels, one high and one low, walking." Like a cripple!"

Red Angel laughed indifferently: "Don't make it sound like you haven't worn that style of shoes! By the way, you must have been a little girl at that time, how about half-loose and half-tight breasts? How does it feel?"

"What the hell..." Sauron was so angry that he actually took two seconds to recall his poor girlish memory, and said openly, "It feels good! You won't even need a corset in the future. It feels better, Medici, I can't think of a provocation that doesn't have to be so low-level, gender means nothing to hunters, all we need is war, war and trampling!"

"You specifically mentioned this, are you planning to change your career to become a witch? So you came to consult me ​​in advance?"

"Don't take yourself too seriously Sauron, when did I mean this?"

"You *** me *** hahaha!"

"****! No, no, no, no, *****!"

"******!"

"***!*,******!"

"..."

Holding a cup of hot water in his hand and looking weak, Mr.

"Why is he arguing with himself in two tones?"

"…………ah."

The black-haired young man leaning on the wall next to the fireplace was stunned by this question, with an incomprehensible smile that contained a trace of speechlessness. Amon pinched the socket of his right eye and said to Mr.

"He is an unfortunate person. After he became an extraordinary person, he suffered a little blow and his brain went bad. Now he is a patient with severe schizophrenia. He imagines that he has three personalities in his body, and his temper is worse than the last. If you see him start Don’t be too surprised if they fight each other.”

"I didn't expect it to be like this."

Mr. Redemption.”

After saying that, he frowned again and looked at Amon in confusion: "By the way, who are you? I don't think I have seen you in the stronghold."

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Amon deceived him lightly and stole Mr. He snored peacefully.

Seeing Medici arguing loudly with him while walking around the living room for a long time, he passed by the very busy Dark Saint who was counting casualties and losses (Ksma, who had already learned his identity, took the time to do it). Li), passing by the autistic Mr. A who was squirming in the corner to repair himself (by the way, he squeezed Mr. A twice and said something), and when he was about to come to him, he clicked his tongue in displeasure and turned around to steal the distance. Teleport to the second floor and prepare to return to your room.

The decorative candlestick on the wall suddenly ignited spontaneously, and the flame fell on the carpet and jumped up on its own. A figure emerged from the flame, and the red flag between the eyebrows of the hunter with black hair and brown eyes was eye-catching.

He raised his eyebrows: "Is the little crow going back to its nest?"

It seems that escaping is sometimes useless, the clone Amon thought. Now that we are out of trouble, we will inevitably see each other again when we raise our heads but not when we look down again. There is no point in escaping. He decided to simply use this opportunity to create a "Medici impression" that was unique to him, so that he could think about how to treat him in the future. Should he treat him the same as other things or people based on the original style, or should he deal with it casually according to his own preferences? .

So he looked at the "Red Angel" carefully.

This is the first time I have seen him. Before he was caught, he was a Sequence 4 clone whose age was no more than five hundred. In the real Amon, he was a passing clone with a huge base. He belonged to the bottom of the Amon food chain. Otherwise, he would have been He won't be dragged by his Sequence 3 clone to "on a whim" see what the demon that made Adam look like.

Therefore, he has not seen Medici with his own eyes, he has not seen the Kingdom of Heaven with his own eyes, he has not seen Solomon, Alista, Trunsoest, and Bethel with his own eyes... He just knows it. Because these memories and impressions can be easily retrieved from the main body's memory, but most of the time there is no need to miss them. Time is always moving forward. People in the past are either buried in the soil or buried in the ashes of history. The things that were killed are not important. Anyway, Amon is everything. Amon is everything.

However.

Since the connection with the main body was severed, those memories that I had not looked at carefully, like the startup animation that comes with the system, have become more and more blurred, and even turned into some crazy color blocks.

Gradually breaking away from "Amon", he can no longer easily understand and view the memory of the original body, which will make him lose control and even die.

Like an ordinary extraordinary person, the world is full of dangers. This is an experience that Amon has never had in his memory.

So the clone looked at Medici carefully and suddenly realized that he was actually very weak.

It is very weak. Although it is a mixture of three evil spirits, its total strength should not be lower than Sequence 2 at all, not to mention that the three conquerors are definitely hostile to each other. Walking on the earth with the body of a hunter and demigod, death and the situation made him aware of his current situation. He put his face behind that face and no longer laughed wantonly like in the past, showing off his fiery hair. Eyes like daggers.

He is too weak. He knows that he needs to disguise and hide, and then he only hurts people with sharp words. He provoked me, not just because it was His instinct, but also because He knew I would not kill Him.

The fearless Zhan Huo was actually careful to avoid disasters in matters other than confrontation. Death took away things other than life from him... More importantly, he could actually look down on him, which made the clone a little bit nervous. Annoyed, and a little unaccustomed to it. He thought that Medici should be very hostile to him. After all, his death could not be separated from the help of his body, so he was almost ready to distance himself at any time.

It just so happened that he didn't intend to have anything to do with Him, so couldn't the two of them just go about their own business without disturbing each other?

"Why, you were so scared that you couldn't speak?" Medici wrapped his fingers around the black hair of his possessed body and said to Amon in a strange tone, "You know your body will How do you answer me?"

Amon pondered for a moment and asked shamelessly: "How to answer?"

"Your expression is quite irritating. But I am an adult and I am not as knowledgeable as a child."

Medici grinned: "He will probably retaliate from the perspectives of 'boring', 'stupid', and 'nostalgia'."

"What would you say?"

I can understand boredom, and stupidity can also be regarded as a kind of tit for tat. So what exactly does "nostalgia" refer to...is it the name "Little Crow"? Amon carefully analyzed and thought carefully, and found that our most changed animal image is indeed the crow, and the adjective "small" can be regarded as just a kind of contempt, so how did "nostalgia" come about? Did this word have any special meaning in the past? Express closeness? Or does it have any historical implications for the Age of Glory? But if there is such a special reaction to this title, then the ontology is actually...

The clone glanced in the direction of the study, thought for a while, and answered cautiously:

"Do you still need to miss the past?"

"I kind of understand the meaning of the original body. He is saying that you are still living in the past. Although you have experienced so much and been dead for almost two thousand years, your memory has always stayed in the kingdom of heaven, and you are obsessed with it."

Medici raised his eyebrows.

Amon said seriously: "You are back."

The black-haired hunter's face clearly showed surprise. Medici was surprised by this answer, and then let out a series of loud and generous laughter. He smiled breathlessly and reached out to touch Amon's head. Amon immediately cheated the space and avoided it.

"Very good, very good! You said it very well! Little Crow!"

The hunter laughed so hard that tears came out. He wiped away his tears and stopped provoking in a sarcastic tone. The evil spirit straightened its back, and the aura all over its body suddenly changed. When the container was not smiling or sneering, it still looked like a Medici charm.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Red Angel raised the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath intoxicatedly, and the confident and arrogant smile appeared on this face again:

"The repairs are over, and the war will begin again!"

"The Lord has returned, and I must accompany Him as a weapon again. This time, let all the damn seven gods go to hell!"

Amon applauded Him.

"And your boy is, well, a pleasant little crow."

Medici changed the topic and his expression gradually became evil: "I think you are much more lovable than your true form. Do you want to come under my command and be an adjutant? Then we will join forces to hack him to death, and then let you be the true form!" "

"I reject."

Amon replied instantly: "You should start with Restoration Sequence 3 first."

298

At around ten o'clock in the morning, all procedures and identification documents were completed, and the members of the Aurora Society were about to move to a new temporary base, "Faye Manor" more than a hundred miles southwest of Backlund.

The Dark Saint took the key from Edward's hand and gathered everyone together. Since the streets outside are now filled with Extraordinaries and plainclothes policemen from the three major churches, searching for clues about Aurora Society personnel, and the procedures for leaving the city will be monitored, it is impossible to transfer the carriage.

Fortunately, Faye Manor is also adjacent to East Tucker County. In order to create a normal relocation route, some people can be transferred from East Tucker County, leaving an aboveboard movement track and settling in naturally, while most of the remaining people Then the sealed objects will return in batches through the doorway.

Mr.

It took more than two hours to transfer hundreds of people from the Aurora Club, and the crowded living room and second floor finally became empty again.

Edward snapped his fingers, and the demons and some shadows in the collection cabinet were thrown out. They did not need any instructions at all, and completed their division of labor consciously and skillfully. They began to clean the carpet, discard the debris, mop the floor, and do their best. Ability to be meticulous.

Amon was sitting on the armrest on the second floor, looking down at the servants on the first floor who were busy going back and forth, and suddenly asked: "I remember that demons can all derive their own abilities. Your ability is "transaction". Then Beria before What are the unique abilities of the family angels? "

"It seems like a "second life." "

Edward replied nonchalantly: "But I didn't know it accurately, because this ability should be used when resisting my dirty words "death". After all, we are angels of the same level, and the blessing from the Mother Tree of Desire only blocks my sense of crisis. "

"So that's it, you-"

Amon's words suddenly stopped.

He felt a certain gaze suddenly fall on him, but it was not directed at him.

Amon watched helplessly as the usual smile on Edward's face disappeared without a trace in an instant. The whites of his eyes turned black, blue flames ignited in his pupils, and his clothes seemed to be held up by something. The skin under the sleeves glowed with a metallic black cold light.

Slowly, slowly, he turned his head and looked at a certain point in the void, as if he was looking at something from afar.

"...a fool who does not belong to this era."

"The mysterious master above the gray fog."

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck?"

After two seconds of silence, the Outer God began to murmur to himself. Amon took a breath of cold air and faintly uttered the word "Origin Castle" from between his teeth. His figure quickly shrank and turned into an inconspicuous crow.

TBC

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Klein: Are you kidding me? I'm super brave.