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

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Edward Vaughn blinked.

"of course not."

He said with great confusion: "Why do you have such doubts? The "wither" in my honorable name refers to life and goodness, but if it is written clearly, it will easily point to some high-ranking people in the path of death. "

"Besides, I don't want to have a bad connection with the abyss when I'm not strong enough. After all, there have been problems there for a long time."

The True Creator frowned slightly. This answer answered His question, but the answer did not have the message He wanted.

Then he became angry and spoke in a deep voice, further explaining:

"Then why does this honorable name point to you so accurately?"

""The Monarch from the Deep Dark Land" may be your advance performance, because there are not many monarchs, kings and emperors in other paths. I believe it can point you to you in this range more accurately. But the sentence "Looking into the eyes of living beings" should not be the main point! The obvious feature of "eyes" is obviously reminiscent of the secret-seeing path, especially the Hidden Sage, who often appears with transparent eyes. The devil shouldn't think about this, and his eyes don't match the devil. Therefore, the first sentence should be the one that can accurately point this honorable name to you. "

Edward listened to his analysis with great interest, feeling happy that the foreshadowing he had laid had finally been noticed by the readers.

Ah, that's great. I basically guessed everything I could guess. In fact, in addition to "the great existence behind the shadow curtain", the other three sentences can all point to "me"... The first version of "the devil ravaging the earth, the cold-blooded massacre, the blood-stained Grand Duke" is the one There's nothing I can do about the real devil's honorable name. That kid Richard wanted me to change it more than a hundred years ago, and I just wanted to get rid of the puppets, so I changed it by the way.

This speculation has been swirling in the mind of the True Creator for a long time. He looked at Edward Vaughn and found that the other person still had a puzzled expression.

The angel knew more or less about the barrier and the outer gods. Could it be that he was also contaminated without knowing it? The True Creator's heart skipped a beat.

If this is the case, he must consider getting rid of the other party as soon as possible! Today's question was well prepared. If a fight really broke out, it would be impossible for me, the clone of Sequence 6 who had just defeated Sequence 5 to death, to take the initiative to face a contaminated crazy angel, or a Sequence 1 puppet who was controlled by an outer god. You must immediately call the main body to start fighting, and then quickly disconnect yourself to prevent being contaminated by madness. I hope the Seven Gods will not be stupid to stop the main body.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Edward shook his head, his tone was normal, his expression was calm, and he had not acted unreasonably due to "contamination". He asked sincerely: "Why did you suddenly mention this? Is there any problem?"

"I have been using this honorary name for a long time. If it was wrong, it should have been pointed out long ago."

The true Creator is still vigilant, but the safe time for Him to communicate with the real body is coming soon. If it is delayed any longer, it will be easy for the madness of the main body to take advantage of it.

The person of the true God is crumbling. His face remained calm, as if he wasn't nervous at all: "Have you never been to the starry sky?"

"Me?" Edward asked, "Of course not, I know it's dangerous there."

"You have never observed the starry sky? Have you not come into contact with the existence outside?"

"What are you thinking about?" The devil laughed dumbly, "Of course this is impossible. If I had been exposed to those things, could I still be alive to this day? Russell is still lying in the grave! What's more, those existences are really Can I, an angel, understand it normally?"

What He said was correct and very reasonable. He knew about the existence of those things and was careful to never come into contact with them... Why would I doubt Him? Because His honorable name is a bit strange, but why did it take me so long to feel strange? Why am I the only one who feels strange...? The spirit of the true Creator was slightly in a trance, and the aura belonging to the true body gradually faded away.

"You seem very different today."

His ally spoke with a calm and gentle voice: "Perhaps it's because there have been too many things recently? After all, your body is just a child. The believers have been attacked. You need to comfort them, and you have to be busy relocating the stronghold and issuing oracles. , you should be very tired, you may want to take a good rest."

How can it be? Even if it is really a three-year-old child, the body strengthened by the Sequence 6 magic potion is enough for him to be full of energy after a short rest every day! This reason is too lame... What's going on? I'm actually really tired... Something's not right, something's not right, there's something wrong! !

The True Creator's body shook and he almost fell off the chair.

He opened his eyes suddenly, held the handrail to steady himself, and at the same time tried his best to fight against the sleepiness. He stared at the demon sitting at the window opposite him two or three meters away, and cursed secretly. He had a premonition that he would never sleep through it! Once you fall asleep, you will lose something and forget something, just like the memory that He has quietly lost all along!

But after only holding on for two seconds, his eyes became chaotic and his eyelids slowly touched together.

He felt a hand - cold, not soft enough, with forks, maybe something from the hand gently covering the top of his head. He could no longer hold on, his vision went dark, and he was lost. consciousness.

The long vines of the spider plant slipped from his head. Edward stood up, glanced at the real Creator who was lying on the bench as if taking a nap, walked out silently, and closed the door gently.

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"Is this a coincidence? No, it's an accident."

Edward returned to his own room in the manor, sat on his familiar single sofa, crossed his legs, and said to the full-length mirror on the wall: "Why did the true Creator discover the issue of honorary names?"

"We had already reduced this possibility when we decided on this honorary name."

The reflection in the mirror looked indifferent, sitting upright on the single sofa, with the joint of his right arm resting on the armrest, and the palm of his hand pressing against his cheek. The world he lives in is dark in tone, as if it has lost its color. The walls are mottled and peeling, the sculptures are rusty, and the carpet is covered with black spots and has no luster.

The reflection sat there quietly, unchanged whether Edward stood up or picked up something, like a quiet sculpture.

Edward stood in front of the big bookshelf, running his fingers over the backs of the books on the eighth shelf at the same height as his shoulders, and then stopped on a hard cover book with a red cover.

He pulled out the book and turned to one of the pages following the traces in his memory. Sure enough, he saw a well-made hollow metal bookmark - in terms of craftsmanship, it was a bit like the "electroplating" of the old civilization, but more Smooth and bright, the paint colors match beautifully.

The hollow pattern is a painting, the silhouettes of two houses and a shade tree with a swing are a scene of this "Faye Manor".

Looking out from the window at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, you can see the same picture as on this bookmark.

More than a hundred years later, it is still new and beautiful, just like when it was given to me as a gift to me inside this page.

"He was double cursed and spiritual, and he was even more sensitive to it."

The reflection who was still sitting there slowly spoke: "Since the fifth era, surveillance has been strengthened, and we have not had the opportunity to use rituals, communicate with the outside world, or strengthen our spirituality with our names. The true creator can sense this problem that does not exist in the first place. ', because He already has another layer of doubt about his own state - doubt about you. It seems that He has finally begun to realize that the various negative symptoms that appeared after God descended are not the power of the goddess of the night, but another A kind of authority, authority He never knew."

"On that basis, He doubts you, and then realizes the problem of our honorable name."

Speaking of this, the Outer God recalled something: "The seven lights in the spiritual world seem to know me, but they only know it."

Edward closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf tightly: "So, we don't need to worry?"

"No need. I've calmed Him down."

The devil grinned: "Anyway, the true creator has been crazy for thousands of years, not less than this moment."

The reflection looked over and watched Edward pace slowly in the room. Edward felt his gaze and replied with a slight smile: "I didn't expect that one day this place would actually see the light of day again."

The devil walked to the window, opened the delicate bolt, pushed the carved window out, and looked at the bench in the garden of the glass greenhouse not far away. He knew that the armrest of the bench was missing a corner and had been replaced with a metal one. The hemming was accidentally shaved off by Traynor when he was a child no more than his own waist and happily waved the dagger he gave him.

The Count's Palace in Trier had long since been destroyed by fire, but the properties elsewhere had been more or less preserved. He knows every place with special significance here and the location of every item with special significance. The person in this memory is Him, but it is not entirely Him.

A certain failed doll will have slightly negative emotions such as missing people because of losing the companionship of humans, but he will not. When returning here, a bookmark made by Adela will make the puppet feel a little lonely, but in its opinion, it is just a bookmark. When talking to others and mentioning it, it needs to design some "inadvertent" extra actions and Carefully crafted words to express my thoughts as a "human", but still can't change the fact that it is just a piece of metal that can be discarded anywhere.

When the Northern Continent was in chaos and the dolls settled in the Southern Continent, it was this mansion that they brought there to live in.

It showed extra "nostalgia" and was quiet more than before, exceeding the limit of playing sad, so it was confirmed to be damaged by itself, but it still felt that it was a part of God.

Therefore, it did not resist when it was erased.

"So... I really didn't expect that one day I would come back here again."

Edward's fingers brushed over the well-maintained silver-plated wallpaper, and his tone was very normal:

"I wanted to sell it. Unfortunately, it's almost as powerful as a sealed object and it's hard to get rid of it."

The reflection was still sitting there, and turned his gaze over in a nonchalant manner: "Why did you design this house yourself in the first place?"

"Because Adela married me despite her family's objections."

Edward said in a tone that seemed to be filled with emotion and an outsider narrating an unrelated story: "The Sauron family certainly does not believe that demons can be moved by emotions, let alone that a little girl in Sequence 7 is qualified to trade with angels. . In their plan, Adela is going to marry a well-established nobleman with status and status, and acquire the other party’s huge wealth and emerging factories to expand armaments.”

"Although she feels a little wronged, her brother Florent happens to be valued because of his good compatibility with the characteristics left by his predecessors. His royal status, her natal family who value her, and her late husband's property are all enough for her to live happily by marrying low. A happy life.”

A royal girl with a noble status and little talent should be arranged for such a future.

"But she chose to marry me. Alas, it's really incomprehensible."

Edward sighed deeply, patted the expensive furniture with regretful hands, and sighed like a human being: "What's even more incomprehensible to me is that it's trying to measure the value of Adela's 'sincerity and love' , it believes that according to human values, since the other party has abandoned the family property and life that they should have, it must at least give the other party a similar value in return, so it personally designed and built this mansion for her."

"It was expensive and took three and a half years. The cost at that time was equivalent to nearly one million pounds. This is the value of 'love' it measures."

The Declined King nodded perfunctorily: "Oh."

“The most important thing is that the most expensive thing at that time was the land!”

"I bought the two mountains and a golf course behind this house, but I can only take the house with me when I move it!!"

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Amon knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and saw the world in the mirror behind the door.

He bowed and saluted, then walked forward curiously and put his palms on the mirror. The mirror did not reflect his shadow: "Your style is similar to the inside and outside world of "Silent Hill", I can Go there?"

The reflection looked up at him, but there was no response. Suddenly, waves of water appeared where Amon's palm touched the mirror. Amon tentatively put his hand in, and immediately felt the biting cold and the aura of death that eroded the flesh. The wind passed through his fingertips, taking away life and moisture. He watched his hands age and dehydrate at an extremely fast speed, becoming shriveled and thin, shrinking into mummies, but he did not feel any pain, and there was no spiritual warning of danger. .

"You shall not be harmed by the winds of decay."

At this time, the reflection spoke faintly, and Amon felt that the wind passing through his fingers stopped. The impact on him was eliminated like a cocoon. His hand began to recover, but it was countless times slower than when he was aging.

Amon tentatively stretched out his other hand, and when he saw that it showed no change, he boldly stepped in and entered the world in the mirror.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed. The layout of the world in this mirror was exactly the same as that of the room outside, except that it seemed that it had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes. The appearance of the Outer God is no longer that of Edward Vaughn, but the human-like mimicry that Amon saw on Source Castle. It is still the unrendered appearance of the model, a blurry color block. He walked around the seat where the Outer God was sitting, and walked to the window with a bit of excitement.

The rotten window lattice shattered at a touch, the glass and window frame were reduced to ashes as they fell, and the metal decoration fell to the ground with several muffled sounds.

Amon looked into the distance and saw that the sky looked like a gloomy evening. There were no people in the vast land and everything was quiet.

Looking further, I could see some lights and outlines in the distant darkness on the horizon, as if cities were being swallowed by the night.

Some are towering into the clouds, some are low and gentle, and some have ribbon-like loops built in the air, like the fantasy of the future in old-era science and technology magazines, but the style and building size are very huge, and they are not like those for human beings. . Each one is like an independent world, as if many towns from different civilizations have been cut out and pieced together here.

Surrounded by these cities, Amon felt that something was missing, and he saw a strange and huge open space not far away. There should have been something there, the city was not surrounding the room, but the open space.

"here……"

“That’s the ‘Temple of Hopelessness’. "

The Outer God answered him: "The Kingdom of God in another path stands there, preserving the knowledge and civilization I collected and recorded, as well as my students. The temple stands in the center of the world, surrounded by countless lost cities, waiting for the temple Instructions are the complete "Desolate Country". "

"So that's it."

"There should be many remaining cities from the old civilization on the earth, but I haven't found any that are complete enough."

The Declined King looked at Amon's back and asked slowly: "The Land Abandoned by God is still there, right?"

Amon turned around slowly, half-smiling: "I can't answer this question, I don't want to betray my father yet."

"The true Creator has seen you, but He does not treat you as an equal to Amon. Human beings always have strange obsessions in this regard. He does not treat you as a child, and you do not have to treat Him as a father."

"That may be true, but I still feel like I should defend Him."

Amon shook his head: "Is this what 'emotion' means? It's not because of how He treats me, but because I want to get close to Him, so I do this. Of course, my ability is limited, so I can only I refuse you at this time. If I want you to remove the pollution from His body, it must be a price so expensive that even a true God would not dare to pay it easily."

"It doesn't matter."

"It seems that you have achieved a lot of results in your studies recently, and it is quite pleasant to get along with Medici, which makes you feel something."

"I'm still selfish and won't try anything beyond my capabilities." Amon shrugged, "I just think it's a pity not to do anything."

"And you should have the answer in your heart, so there is no need to embarrass my little clone."

The outer god was noncommittal, and there was no emotion or anger on the mimetic face. Amon felt anxious, not knowing what kind of response he would get. Immediately, he felt a push, and he leaned against the window involuntarily, and then suddenly fell from behind, falling out of the world in the mirror.

Amon sat down on the ground with a snap, his butt sitting on the soft and thick carpet, just at Edward's feet.

Edward looked down at him with a smile, and relayed the Outer God's thoughts in a friendly manner: "I'm not angry, and I don't intend to pursue you, so you can continue to move around freely now."

"Phew, thank you for your generosity."

Amon breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, patted his clothes and stood up. He couldn't help but look at Edward curiously: "What are you doing here?"

Edward looked at the scenery outside the window inscrutably: "I'm remembering Adela."

"That wife of yours?"

"Yes." The devil sighed with emotion, "She is like fire. She dares to think, do, and speak. No wonder my doll is tempted. I watch her die naturally instead of collecting her. Even I feel a little pity—— I have never seen another person as bold and passionate as her."

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"...Under the witness of God, you and I will conclude a contract as husband and wife, be loyal to each other, never leave each other, and depend on each other for life and death forever...? You should know that I will not enter the church, and it is impossible for me to say these words. .”

"Yes, of course I know!"

"And there's no way we can do that."

"Yes, I know. But I want to hear you say it again, my dear! - 'We will be loyal to each other, and we will never leave, life and death, forever'!"

TBC

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Have you ever remembered that Richard once pestered his old love to change his honorary name several times, and finally chose the current one? ψ(｀)ψ

If it were true, he just noticed it now, because he had been on guard against Lao Ai before, and the Aurora Society did not chant Lao Ai's honorable name very much. And now, after noticing it, something quickly felt wrong: Wither, although it could be explained, there was no similar authority on Earth.