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

68

Admissor held the luggage prepared for him by the dean's wife in his left hand, and held in his right hand a little rabbit made of rags sewn by the children in the workhouse. He was wearing a formal suit that was not old but was made by the most skilled old tailor in the workhouse. He was once the best tailor in Tingen, but he lost his left hand in a car accident a few years ago. Without a way to make a living, he had no choice but to work as a clothing teacher in a workhouse to teach children.

The gentlemen and ladies passing by occasionally frowned at this dress, but Admissor didn't notice it. This was when he was at his most neat and decent.

"Pilgrimage Sect...Aurora...Aurora Society."

Admissor walked a few steps, murmured, and took out the note prepared by the dean's wife in his pocket. It clearly said: After arriving at Backlund Station, look for a man wearing a black hat and blue clothes. The gentleman in the coat and brown trousers is the person responsible for receiving you.

His seemingly unfocused gaze slowly swept over the people around him, once, twice, until he finally saw someone who met the requirements. The man was reading a newspaper, using the newspaper as a disguise to secretly pay attention to him. Seeing Admissor looking over, the gentleman pondered for two seconds, folded the newspaper and tucked it under his arm, and walked straight through the crowd:

"Are you Admissor?" the man asked in a low voice.

He nodded. So the other party lowered the brim of his hat, turned half sideways and led him the way: "Come with me, your dean should have told you."

Admissor nodded again, followed the neat and shabby gentleman out of the station, walked onto the streets of Backlund, turned into a secluded alley, repeated several times and stopped outside a house.

The husband knocked on the door in a regular rhythm, and there was a knock on the door. The husband thought for a few seconds and knocked a few more times before the opposite wooden door finally opened. The door was opened by a very ordinary-looking girl. She nodded to the visitor, and then led the two of them to the wall of the hall. After flicking the wall lamp, the cabinet moved away automatically, revealing a dark passage. At this point, Admissor could not remember it at all.

"This is a temporary stronghold. I will tell you the location of the headquarters after the handover is completed." The black-haired man said, "You came at the right time. We are short of people. Don't be speechless when we meet the adults later. Come."

After turning a few corners and walking down a flight of stairs, the two finally arrived at a relatively wide underground space. Dozens of candlesticks illuminated the space, which was about the size of a tennis court. Several people in black cloaks were registering, and several people dressed as workers like the black-haired Mr. were chatting with a leader-looking man in black robes. Reporting.

The black-haired man walked forward with Admissor, came to the hooded black-robed leader, and said respectfully: "Mr. Z, I have brought the person recommended by the "Pilgrimage Sect". "

The man known as Mr. Z put down the report in his hand, looked up at Admissor who was standing stupidly, and waved the others who were reporting to leave temporarily. He turned his head, as if waiting for something.

The black-haired man quickly said: "Bring out your letter of recommendation!"

Admissor was stunned for two seconds, then bent down to open the suitcase, took out a letter from the neatly folded clothes and handed it over. Mr. Z checked the fire seal, took it apart and briefly glanced at it twice. After confirming the authenticity of the final seal, he put it aside.

"Your superior should have told you that although the "Pilgrimage Sect" has many extraordinary people from different paths, the "Destiny" path has no precedent for training. In order not to waste your talent, she handed you over to us. Mr. Z explained briefly, "She has guaranteed for you. Your organization has prepaid the cost of your Sequence 8 potion, and you can be arranged to become a Sequence 9 Extraordinary within today." As long as you work with peace of mind and accumulate merit, we at Aurora will not deduct your magic potion. do you understand? "

Admissor nodded in understanding.

"So." Mr. Z asked again, "Almost everyone in the Aurora Society is working for the glory of the Lord now, and we don't support idlers. But your boss said you are outstanding, tell me what you are capable of."

"I……"

The dean's wife asked him this question several times on the way to see him off. Now as long as he hears these keywords, Admissor can instinctively answer even if he doesn't think about it. His tone is a little erratic but fluent. Said: "I grew up in a welfare home on a charitable foundation. Because I was born with too much spirituality and could not live a normal life, I became a worker in the workhouse when I became an adult... I know some words, can read and write, and I can sew. I have experience in making bed sheets and quilt covers, cutting simple clothes, making some furniture by hand, and have experience in caring for patients, and can cook food..."

"Very good, you are exactly what we need now!"

Seeing that he was going to continue talking, Mr. Z immediately raised his hand to interrupt. He made a gesture, and the man in black robe who was watching at the table next to him immediately lowered his head and started filling out the form. After writing it in a hurry, he handed it to Mr. Z.

"By the way, let's go through the process. I still have to ask you something." Mr. Z took the form, opened the ink pad, and asked, "What is your belief?"

Admissor answered without hesitation:

"Goddess of the Night."

Mr. Z's stamping action suddenly stopped, and the buzzing basement suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. All the cultists present turned their attention together and focused on the face of Mr. Little Monster.

Admissor was unconscious: "...the dean's wife said that whenever someone asks me this question outside, I must answer this question."

call. Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The squirming flesh shrank back. The shadow that spread to his feet retreated. The hand holding the talisman was taken out of his pocket, and the honourable name that was halfway read was lost. Everyone lowered their heads and turned around, continuing to discuss what they should do.

"... We are internal staff, you don't have to... Forget it, I told you that you don't understand either. You won't wake up until Sequence 8." Mr. Z held his forehead and stamped the form with his other hand. Zhang, and then pushed it to the black-haired man, "As usual, take him to the East District to find Miss Maria, the person in charge of the Pilgrimage Sect, and then let her arrange where the "monster" will work. "

"Okay, Mr. Z." The black-haired man looked happy. He bowed slightly, not daring to delay, and quickly pulled Admissor, who had not yet reacted, out of the basement through another door. After they left, Mr. Z rubbed his temples, picked up the half-read report again, and spoke politely to the round-faced man wearing glasses in front of him:

"Your Excellency, you seem to have always had objections to our arrangements, but this is the Lord's oracle. If you don't want to work in the almshouse, we can contact the person in charge to change you to the welfare home."

The corner of Lanervus's mouth twitched fiercely, and he spoke with a hint of sarcasm: "...What if I'm still unwilling? The two people who asked me to join the Aurora Society didn't say that I would do volunteer work after I came. "

"This is the Lord's will. As His favored one, you should follow it instead of deliberately violating it and causing us losses." Mr. Z, who was sent to manage the human resources department because of his serious negligence in the mission of God, expressed his gratitude to this person who fell from the sky. The God's Favored One didn't have a good face, "If you don't want to, we won't do anything. At most, we'll ask you to go back to the headquarters and continue to rest. You can continue to eat well, but you can't leave the prescribed range."

"Ha, okay!" Lanerwus sneered, "I would rather lie down comfortably in my little villa. Seeing that you hang out with dirty and low-class people outside every day, there is no difference between you at all! "

He turned around and left, and the two guards at the door followed him immediately.

Mr. Z stared at his back and frowned in displeasure.

69

"Forsi." Xio shook his sleeping companion twice, "It's time to get up! It's already eight o'clock in the morning!"

The brown-haired lady, who was greedy for the warmth of the quilt, reluctantly hummed a few times and tried to bury herself in the quilt to avoid the call of her cohabitant. But the other party didn't just keep doing the same thing. He directly pulled up the quilt and let the cold air in the early morning of mid-September flow directly into the quilt: "Wake up! Forsi! You vowed last night that you would get up early today." I will write 5,000 words early and try to submit it next week! Why can’t I get up now?”

"The writer's business...can't be called procrastination...how can you write a manuscript without recharging your energy..." Forsi murmured while half asleep. After struggling with sleepiness for a long time, she finally opened her eyes with a movement that was slowed down several times, sat up, and yawned.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. Really, I never thought that a playwright of Mr. Vaughn's level would condescend to attend last night's little gathering of best-selling writers." The female writer said dejectedly, "He When he saw me, he asked me about the manuscript...it's obviously still a month away! Don't add so much tension to me!"

"Only nineteen days left." Xio retorted to her calmly.

"..." Forsi suddenly woke up, but became lazy again in the blink of an eye, "Then I don't have to worry about writing now. By the way, by the way, Xio, did you yell yesterday that you were going to attend the Extraordinary Assembly today? "

Xio didn't pay attention to how abrupt her way of changing the topic was. After all, Miss Arbiter herself was worried about the fact that she recited the name of a suspected evil god last night and saw the existence of a suspected evil god in her dream. However, she has been hiding her worries, not wanting her companions to notice the clues.

Miss Arbitrator nodded: "Yes, we will start in the afternoon." Before she finished speaking, she became a little nervous again, "Forsi, do you think the person who sold the "Sheriff" formula will still be there? Can I find an extraordinary person to do the purification? "

"Don't worry, don't worry, it will all go well." Forsi comforted his friend, and then yawned again, "...Xiong, do you want to go out to buy breakfast? Help me buy one from the cake shop on the corner. A sandwich with meat and fried eggs and a newspaper, and after dinner I start writing.”

"You said the same thing last time, and then you read the newspaper all morning. You would rather be in a daze than write a word on the paper."

Xio complained a little about his cohabitant, but still put on his coat and opened the door. Before leaving, he turned back and said: "Get up quickly!"

Forsi agreed wholeheartedly. After Xio left, she fell back on the bed and continued to sleep. She didn't wake up until Xio came back from buying breakfast. Then she ate breakfast, drank coffee and read the newspaper. After spending the whole morning leisurely, she went to attend the rally. I haven’t even written any words, it’s just a later story.

TBC

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*Today is the day that Klein was assassinated by a hunter, who was about to assassinate the ambassador.

*Everyone at the Aurora Society’s internal job fair was shocked: Shouldn’t faith be a choice between His Highness the Angel of the Abyss and the Lord? Why is there the goddess of the night? You say you believe in the Angel of Temperance and we all think you have worked hard!

Oh, you little fool of the Path of Destiny, that’s okay.