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

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Pull up the weeds and wildflowers contaminated by my blood, wrap them in newspapers that try to bite me and burn them. Break and reshape the twisted skull, take off the blood-stained coat and put it on your arm. Once the bones are reconstructed, put the eyeballs back into their original positions, and then regenerate the skin and hair in sequence. Finally, he wiped off the flesh and blood on his glasses and the chair on his neck, and applied a little spiritual power to turn these messy things into some high-level spells of perfect quality. Everything is back to what it was before.

Russell hung up the phone after scolding me and didn't reply to me. He always does this, and I understand. After all, He only had so little waking time, and he had to find time to make harassing phone calls to me, carve a tombstone, and then stuff the inscription and gibberish into my brain. It was really very spiritually draining.

The exchange only lasted two minutes, and no one was passing by. But it’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon, and the leisurely lunch break is coming to an end.

I don’t have much work planned these two days, so I can fish as much as I want.

82

"I finally ran out."

Lanrewus used a peaked cap to hold down his hair to block his trademark broad forehead. He lowered his head and squeezed among the workers coming and going in the East District. He folded his shoes five centimeters higher and took off his black round-rimmed glasses, completely disguising himself as another person. He also carefully carved two vicious scars on his face, changing his facial structure. In this way, even if someone stands in front of him with his wanted poster portrait, he will not be able to immediately discover that he is the fraudster Lanerwuss with a loan of 10,000 pounds!

"What on earth are these shady rats from the Aurora Society so crazy about? What kind of charity activities are they actually doing... Haha, deceiving a three-year-old child? Who doesn't know that you are a cult organization that has been famous for hundreds of years?"

He walked back and forth in the crowded area in the East District for a long time, changing his coat, and finally completely shook off the two bodyguards.

I originally thought I could show off my talents in the Aurora Club, but after arriving, I was either assigned to raise funds or played house with a group of kids in the orphanage. What's more, people who believe in the true Creator basically have nothing to gain. They are either madmen or poor. Those who have a little money are handed over to the church. Rather than being a favored person of God who does not even have personal freedom, it is better to escape early and find a way to get rid of the God's gift is destroyed!

Fortunately, the two stupid guys were attracted by the gambling game in the tavern today, and he was able to run away quietly... Lanerwus cursed and walked through the dark and narrow alleys. At this time, his nose twitched and he smelled the strong smell of blood coming from the corner ahead.

Snap, snap.

what sound? It sounded like footsteps, something was coming from the front. It was like blood falling to the ground, accompanied by a hissing growl.

The huge power gap made Lan Erwusi so frightened that he couldn't move at the moment he realized the other party's existence. The footsteps came from around the corner, reflecting back and forth on the narrow wall, slowly and heavily, getting closer and closer.

Snap, snap. One step, two steps.

Lanervus hid in a hurry, forgetting to breathe for a while. Then, he saw a tall black shadow appear in front of him.

The black figure moved forward slowly on all fours, with blood stains on its body as if it had been splashed on it, and its hair was dyed a suspicious dark color. In the dark, narrow alley, its presence is simply a terrifying nightmare. Lan Erwu screen tried his best to hide himself in the shadow of the corner - "Devil"! He immediately realized that he saw the true form of the shadow, which was a huge black dog! It had a bone that couldn't be seen where it came from stuck between its teeth as sharp as knives!

There is no doubt that it is the real murderer of a series of murder cases during this period, the "demon" of Sequence 6, the "demon" who is about to be promoted!

Damn it, we bumped into each other at this time! Large drops of cold sweat rolled down Lanruth's forehead, and the cheap golden dye used for camouflage in his hair faded slightly. The Sequence 8 deceiver didn't even dare to breathe, and watched helplessly as the demon with human flesh in its mouth slowly approached... It's over! The flesh and blood of God in his body did not exert its proper deterrent effect! At this moment, the demon dog suddenly twitched its nose twice and stopped. Lanerwus heard a suspicious voice coming from far around the corner:

"Who does that great devil's aura come from in you?"

There's another demon here! Lanerwus almost fainted.

"...That, that is..." He struggled to organize his words, kneeling on the ground in great fear, his forehead almost touching the ground, "The "Angel of the Abyss" of the Aurora Society, he is now in Baekeland Virtue. "

The person behind the corner fell silent. He had just been in a fierce and threatening manner, but after hearing that title, he immediately restrained his voice. Lanerwus took a breath and keenly noticed that the devil dog also showed a trace of restlessness, probably because of the owner's influence. Influence.

"How do you prove what you said? You are a low-sequence person, how can you prove that that person is an angel and not a high-sequence strongman?"

Faced with the aggressive questions from the devil behind the devil dog, Lanerwus breathed a sigh of relief and felt a subtle disdain in his heart. The other party's reaction is like a person who has been deceived by himself, giving a feeble final confirmation before being swept away with all his property. The person who came just now was not kind, and he was scared when he heard that there was a stronger demon in Backlund. Of course, he knew how to assess the situation. The two demons in front of him were not easy to mess with, so he searched for some relevant information in his mind and answered honestly:

"...He lacks the ability to identify human individuals and cannot remember my name. He keeps calling me "scammer", "facilitator" or sequence, and basically only identifies me by the marks on my body. "

The devil was silent for a long time, and the devil dog became further agitated.

"You are telling the truth. This is consistent with the information I received. Why didn't He kill you?"

"...because I was helping the Aurora Society complete an important task, so He didn't kill me."

At this time, Lanerwus was completely sure that the other party was frightened by him, and he was a little calmer. However, when he thought of that extremely terrifying dream, the scammer couldn't help but tremble all over. He was immersed in the terrifying memories, and his fingers were unconscious. He scratched his arm:

"But, He - He gave me a warning. When I was about to escape, He came to my dream and awakened my consciousness. Soon my limbs would regenerate... Hehe, it repeated like this for a long, long time. , only after I promised for the umpteenth time that I would never run away again, did He let me go. I opened my eyes and saw the sunshine outside the window, and realized that it was all just a dream."

Lanervus muttered something with his eyes straight. This time, his fear was 90% real and 100% acting.

The devil thought that this level of torture was gentle, but it was just a mental torture and a slight intimidation. According to the Beria family's hobbies, it should be put into practice. Cut off the hands on the first day, the feet on the second day, and then cut off one limb every day according to the portion... Anyway, after the mission of assassinating Duke Negan is over, he will leave Backlund, and he can work as a servant in the manor. Practice it on people and see how long they can live.

Jason Belial imagined blood, screams, and ordinary people about to turn into pieces of flesh in his mind.

Suddenly, something moved in his mind: Andrelade and North had declined, and the one in his family seemed to be planning a promotion ceremony, and issued a mission to collect angel clues in the Blood Worship Cult and the family. If he could get the "Angel of the Abyss" ”’s accurate whereabouts are passed back...

The bloodthirsty smile widened, and the madness caused by the potion made him forget the warnings of his elders. He stared at Lanerwus as if he were looking at a piece of fat. After a few seconds, Jason Belial calmed down and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Someone is approaching here. I have remembered your scent. When I contact you, tell me everything you know. If you have anything to hide, , I will let you become my dog’s food.”

Lanerwus dared not disobey. The two demons quickly disappeared from Lanervus' perception.

After a few breaths, he was convinced that the other party had gone far, and then he slowly stood up, left the dark alley, and quickly found a direction to escape.

83

Mr. A looked at the person opposite.

Mr. Z also looked at him.

The two Aurora Society divine envoys looked at each other in silence in the small confinement room. After half an hour, Mr. Z couldn't help but ask: "How did you get in?"

Mr. A's face twisted, and he stopped talking: "...Before asking others, you should first tell the mistakes you made."

"Well, it was my fault that I lost His Excellency the Beloved One. No, he is a fugitive now." Mr. Z, who made a series of mistakes within two months, caused his reputation in the organization to drop significantly, sighed. , lamenting the bad luck, "The Dark Saint has given me an ultimatum. After I leave, I will continue to be responsible for cooperating with the Pilgrimage Sect, but if I make another mistake in the future, the title of Z will be given to someone else. What about you?"

"...My mistake was." Mr. A closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall in self-deprecation. "The first one was when I assassinated Ambassador Backlund. I completely forgot the saint's teachings to keep a low profile for the time being. , was controlled by negative emotions after transforming into a demon, and not only killed the ambassador, but also used his blood to write the words 'Aurora will be responsible' on the wall."

Mr. Z was silent for two seconds: "I understand you, after all, this is how we should behave."

"The second one is...ah, the Lord has issued an oracle, asking us to herd lambs on the earth for Him, cooperate more with the pilgrim sects, and help our allies is to help ourselves... Your Excellency the Saint has also formulated work for this purpose The examination table selects the best believers every month, and the prize is a charm given by the Lord himself. Z, my compatriot, do you know what this means?!"

"I know!" Mr. Z was a little excited. He noticed that Mr. A's eyes were burning with fire. "So what does this have to do with you?"

"From the day I was saved by the Lord, I vowed to become the most devout believer of the Lord. With such a thing, how could I not go all out to win the favor of the Lord!" Mr. A made an impassioned speech, then fell back to the corner, "Then I was so excited that on the first day of the month I got into a fight with other compatriots over the quota, and in the end we were all put in a solitary room."

"I really envy you." Mr. A said, "Although you have made mistakes many times, you are responsible for staff deployment. As long as I can work for 20 days in total, my number one position will be stable. Z, my friend, can we discuss it? I will Thank you very much."

"no."

Mr. Z said categorically: “I also want the Lord’s divine talisman.”

The atmosphere in the solitary room became solemn. The two devout angels glared at each other, and the boat of friendship capsized silently.

TBC

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Edward: It’s not enough to consume labor, you have to stimulate them.

Shinzao: Well, in order to encourage everyone to actively participate in charity (as free labor) and give me more solid anchors, I decided to select outstanding employees every month and give the first place a charm that I kneaded with my own hands.

When Aurora Club heard this, it was okay. From Mr. A down to Sequence 9, they didn’t even eat or sleep, so they just put in charity work and worked hard to achieve results every day. When Richard came back to Backlund, he tried to save money by not turning on the lights and going in the dark. He tripped four times after taking five steps, and the ground was covered with involutions.

Richard: What's going on? Has my foundation been occupied by the Aurora Society?

Richard: That’s it. The Lord is so good. He has found so many kind-hearted workers. Thank you Lord!