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

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After receiving Klein's enigmatic response, Audrey, who had already agreed on emergency contact information with Xio and Fors, quickly mistook Mr. Fool's reminder through her golden retriever Susie as if she had learned from another channel. The information was conveyed to the two ladies.

In the corner of an old church, Hugh unfolded a ball of paper while thinking about how to confirm Lanerwus' identity, how to create chaos, and seize the opportunity to avenge Williams. ...No need to confirm, is that Lanerwus? Xio's eyes suddenly widened and he hurriedly scanned the next content, only to see clearly written on the paper:

"It can only be reported to the Church of the Night Goddess. Remind them that Lanervus has the divinity of the 'True Creator'."

"Divinity? The divinity of the 'True Creator'?"

Xio blurted out, looking at the big golden retriever in front of him who was responsible for delivering the letter in shock, and found that the other person also had a confused look on his face.

"What?" Forsi listened and suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly took the paper and read it quickly.

After a moment, she pursed her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or say angrily: "This...is this a joke? How come we got involved in the incident about evil gods and divinity?"

All it took was catching a cunning fraudster worth £200!

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The demons who had no spirit of contract ran away immediately after learning that someone was hunting the contaminated. The special induction of the demon pathway helped them keenly sense the impending crisis.

Lanruth's hands trembled slightly.

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I'm still too weak... Otherwise, I would choose to take revenge with my own hands, but now I can only settle for the next best thing... Not to mention the helpers hidden around Lanerwus, just because he has obtained the "divine nature", I should There is no way to deal with it... As long as the information is received, with the response speed of the Nighthawks, they should take action tonight. Backlund Parish is second only to the church headquarters. There are many strong people, so there is no need to wait for additional help... …

After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, added some beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared blankly in front of the mirror for several minutes.

He was a little expectant, a little excited, but also a little melancholy and helpless.

Before evening came, he left the Krag Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and bought several masks, including one of a clown.

He decided to watch the roundup of Lanerwus tonight!

He wants to see the other party pay the price for his previous madness with his own eyes!

Of course, with his strength, he can only look far away, and he doesn't even have the right to get close.

Wait until 11 o'clock, when many people have entered dreamland. Klein put on a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself. Then he put on a peaked cap and walked around a few streets away, aiming for the bell tower of the East Balam Shipyard.

Compared with the surrounding buildings with the highest three floors, it looks like a giant. Towering into the night, overlooking the area. Klein easily climbed into the bell tower and walked quickly in the darkness along the endless spiraling stairs. Soon, he came to the top of the huge wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence, and above his head was a spire that could be touched with his hand.

He stared at the union in the distance for a few seconds, stepped back and blended more into the darkness. At the same time, he took out the newly purchased mask and put it on his face.

——This is a clown with raised corners of his mouth and red paint on his nose.

Happy clown.

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It's troublesome to wait for the good show to begin, because the members of the Church of the Night are mainly based on the "Death" path, which is good at digging graves and being dug up, and the "Sleepless" path, which is good at invading other people's dreams and being caught in their dreams. . Both paths are close to darkness, so they always hope to fight at night in order to maximize their abilities. Not surprisingly, this time the battle against the "flesh and blood" of the true Creator should have been arranged in the latter half of the night, enough time to wake up and watch it again.

Edward put Andrelad away, went home and brought some tea to talk to the True Creator about the fact that the goddess of the night might come to destroy his flesh. I don’t know why the Church of the Night was able to take the lead. Things developed like this, which shows that the Aurora Society’s intelligence network should be upgraded.

The True Creator's face didn't look good, but he didn't take it seriously. If they didn't interfere, the outcome tonight would have been determined. In any case, this commission ends here. After all, it was just a part of the divine flesh and blood that served as God's back-up force. Although it was a pity to lose it, at most it meant that the recovery of strength was a little slower, and it was not precious enough to snatch it from the well-prepared Church of the Night. Anyway, He has already succeeded.

Judging from the final induction, there are more than 200 contaminated people left. These contaminated people will be dealt with by the Church of the Night, and they do not need to take care of them.

Around twelve o'clock, Edward calculated the time and slowly walked out to the East District. When they arrived, the hounds from the Church of the Night had just finished preparing. The huge airship painted in dark black descended silently from the night above, as quiet as a vulture before hunting.

The posture is not small. Edward simply stood still, corrupted an owl into a dependent, and let it fly to its destination to serve as his eyes.

At this time, three figures wearing black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building. The leader was not wearing a hat, had golden brown hair that was shaved short, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless and lightless lake. The collars of his shirt and trench coat were raised high, covering the lower half of his face, and his palms were covered with a layer of gloves as red as blood.

And a suitcase made of silver-white metal is wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.

The sacred object of the goddess, I remember it was a bone sword... The person holding it was... Edward recalled it and found that it didn't match the name or the face. He habitually conducted an extremely fast keyword search in his mind. The conclusion reached is that "the person holding this sacred object is the same every time", pointing specifically to Crestel Sesima.

Sequence 5 brought a holy object, and it was indeed aimed at divinity.

At the same time, "Eye" noticed a spy on the tower not far away. No aura of the Prisoner Path, no malice of the Demon Path, not a helper. His gaze stayed for two seconds and then he looked away.

Carrying the divinity of the "True Creator" for a long time, Lanervus naturally gained some power from the Hanged Man pathway, but it was just not comparable to real potions. His helpers were nowhere to be seen, and he went into battle himself, trying to detonate the sleeping people around him as flesh bombs, but the sealed objects brought by the red gloves were easily defused with illusions.

After a brief confrontation, Crestel Sesima took the opportunity to calmly ask: "To the Aurora Order, you are a blasphemer. Why didn't you be executed on the spot when I caught you before?"

Lanervus showed his trademark sarcastic smile and said: "It's very simple, because I am no longer a pure Lanervus."

He paused, and his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"I am now the 'True Creator'!"

Hearing this, Crestel Sesima was horrified.

"Pfft." Seeing this scene, Edward couldn't help but laugh. Then he immediately regained his dignity while maintaining his personality.

Sorry, I have special training, and I usually don’t laugh, but it’s really funny to dare to claim to be the real creator after getting a piece of meat... But he is telling lies like this, Crestel Sesima is really Believing it, it proves that the goddess of the night has not accurately grasped the true result of the divine descent, and the deception she arranged in the Aurora Society has succeeded.

Although it is in bulk, it is also genuine flesh and blood of the evil god. Lanervus is not fond of fighting. He first uses his divinity to forcefully drive the people contaminated by him to mutate, charge, and charge towards the Nighthawks, and then be killed on the spot or fall asleep in the power of sleep. At the same time, he used his almost divine aura to send everyone into panic, and even the gas lamps were swallowed up by the shadows at this moment. After the entire area fell into silence, the Red Gloves who were crawling under the threat of the evil god were no longer able to use the sealed objects to fight. The only one who could compete with them was Crested Sethi who was holding a sacred object, equivalent to the aura of the goddess of the night. Ma, the enemy will be reduced to a minimum in an instant.

Although the owl's vision and hearing are limited, things did go as he expected. The absolute darkness only lasted for about ten seconds, and soon, a sharp light pierced the shadow. Then the light gradually emerged, the airship that had fallen into the air rose again, and everything returned to what it was before.

Lanrewus failed. Edward clearly controlled the owl to fly up, gliding silently in the blind spot of the Nighthawks' vision.

Crestel Sesima tried his best to drive the holy object, completely destroying the flesh and blood, and peeling it off from Lanruth's body. The true Creator should be able to feel it directly, so there is no point in continuing to hunt Lanrevus. It doesn’t matter to me whether he is alive or dead - He suddenly thought of something, and the owl flew around in a circle and returned to its original location. He looked up and looked up - there was no one in the tower that was originally being spied on.

The owl was silent for a moment, then took off again. It flew into the space on the top floor of the tower and briefly felt the remaining temperature and breath.

After searching for a long time, it landed at the entrance of a sewer.

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Lanervus, who had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape and had already surveyed the launching route here, climbed, ran, and jumped skillfully in the darkness. Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

puff! A card was inserted deeply into his right chest, and blood quickly dripped from the edge.

Lanrevus looked up and saw the attacker with the help of his dark vision. It was a man of medium build wearing a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and a red nose.

Be a happy clown.

Cards with sharp edges were continuously thrown by Klein like flying knives. He was not dazzled by the will for revenge. At this moment, he was as calm as ever, like the most sophisticated machine. Even the best croupiers admire his skillful and precise movements, one cutting into skin, the other slicing flesh. The Star Card cut off the tendons of Lanervus's steps, and the Sun Card penetrated deeply into the wall, level with his neck.

The two extraordinary people had a fatal and brief confrontation in this small sewer. Both of them knew very well that they must solve it in the shortest possible time and not let the official Nighthawks chasing after them catch up!

Snapped! A card was knocked away by Lanerwus, but his wrist was deeply cut. Suddenly, he no longer evaded, and decided to rush forward and fight Klein, exchanging injuries for injuries. With the power of some of the "Hanged Man" he obtained, he obtained a body that was far stronger than the current sequence. Klein did not confront him head-on, but cleverly retreated to create distance.

One crackling explosion after another exploded in Klein's ears, each punch was heavier than the last, and the fists faster than the last came into his eyes.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Lanervus punched and kicked him fast and fiercely. Klein was almost hit several times, but he always managed to dodge with unreasonable movements relying on his exaggerated balance ability. Sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ground, he seemed to be performing acrobatics. Klein made a posture as if he was going to entangle Lanerwus, waiting for the Nighthawks and the officials to catch up. Once Lanerwus showed signs of fleeing, he would insist on it and not give him a chance.

Suddenly, Klein's clown instinct was triggered, and he saw Lanerwus using a fake move to lure him closer! He increased his vigilance while withdrawing his strength, and sure enough, amid the teeth-searing friction sound, Lanerwus's legs did not move, and his upper body suddenly twisted back, with his face facing backward and his toes pointing forward. In such a horrifying scene, Lanerwus punched Klein in the head with such force that the air made an explosion-like sound.

boom!

His fist hit the air, still twenty or thirty centimeters away from Klein's face. The strong wind blew his hair, and Klein finally found an opportunity! He did not use this gap to attack the enemy. Instead, he recited an ancient Hermetic word in a low and hoarse voice:

"Crimson!"

Talisman? Lanerwus's forehead jumped, and he immediately threw himself to the side, trying to avoid it. But at this time, Klein did not throw the spell. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lanervus.

He also threw himself to the side and rolled with him, and the distance between the two of them only widened slightly.

Is he defrauding me? As soon as Lanerwus had this thought, the clown's raised corners of his mouth were clearly reflected in his eyes, as well as the dark red flame that had ignited in his left fist at some unknown time.

This... Lanerwus's eyes suddenly solidified.

A slight crackling sound immediately reached his ears, and a deep and peaceful feeling instantly filled the air, enveloping both Klein and him.

What does he want to do? He wanted two people... Lanerwus's eyelids drooped heavily, and the fatigue and weakness that he had suppressed before used him to fight wildly. He tried his best to prevent himself from falling asleep, hoping to rely on his current body's special features to force him through the stage where the sleep effect was strongest.

But Klein didn't offer any resistance and quickly fell into a deep sleep. But when he falls asleep unnaturally, he'll instinctively wake up!

In the battle just now, after the flying cards and knives were ineffective, he immediately took out the "Sleep Spell" and held it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to use it, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and the enemy!

In just a moment, he, who was extremely rational in the dream, forced himself out, and his eyes clearly reflected the swaying Lanerwus.

He took a sharp breath, turned his back, pulled his shoulders, and sent his fist forward, hitting Lanervus's throat hard! It made the sound of broken bones and the effect of blood and flesh splattering.

Click!

This is the sound of a broken neck bone. Lanruth took two steps back and pressed against the wall.

After Klein's punch landed, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out two cards. Two tarot cards were each inserted into one of Lanervus' eyes, and the bloody liquid flowed down instantly. Immediately afterwards, taking advantage of Lanerwus' opportunity to pounce into the air, he rushed behind the opponent in two steps, put his hands together, and wrapped his arms around the enemy's neck.

Click!

——Klein used his arms, turned around suddenly, and broke Lanervus' neck!

After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at each other.

Lanervus's eyes were unable to look forward with the cards inserted, and his body slowly fell limp. At the same time, he asked intermittently with great confusion:

"Why……"

"You want...to kill...me..."

Klein, who was wearing a clown mask, stared at the enemy in front of him and replied rather indifferently: "No reason."

"No..." Lanerwus's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground of the sewer with difficulty, and his breath finally died.

At this moment, Klein, who seemed to be very calm, suddenly took a step forward, tensed his right leg, and kicked out with all his strength, hitting Lanerwus on the head.

boom! The already bloody and broken neck could no longer withstand the force. Lanerwus' head flew out like a ball and hit the wall hard, leaving a red and white patch!

Klein looked at this scene and suddenly bent his back.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Hahahahahaha."

He chuckled crazily, crooning happily. The "clown" mask on his face is also so happy. The upturned corners of the mouth, the bright red nose, and the white face are so happy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Klein laughed so hard that he was out of breath, and his laughter was worse than crying. After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened up, and wiped his eyes at the darkest place in the sewer.

Drop after drop of liquid slipped quietly and landed on his collar. At this moment, he felt that his "Joker" potion was completely digested.

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After simply making the scene of the incident even more bizarre and complicated, Klein put away his mask, cleaned up the traces of his presence, hurriedly walked around the sewer for a short distance, and chose an exit that should be located in an unobtrusive part of the street. climb. Squinting his eyes and lifting the manhole cover, he felt that the gas lights on the road were not that dazzling. Then he noticed a pair of black leather shoes two meters in front of the manhole cover he had lifted.

...This is very embarrassing. Klein composed himself. Looking up along the leather shoes, he saw a middle-aged gentleman with half-length brown hair, glasses, and a meticulous appearance looking at him curiously.

Anyway, now that he has made a disguise, Klein bites the bullet and pretends that he is just a gentleman who happens to pass by the sewer: "...Good evening, sir. I am a private detective. I am investigating some things to make you laugh. I hope you can treat it as... I've never been here, bye."

After saying that, Klein sped up and came out of the sewer, lowered the brim of his hat and quickly left from the side. But the middle-aged man didn't seem to want to let him leave just like that. He took a step to the side, just blocking Klein's path, and asked in a very interested tone:

"Mr. Detective, what are you investigating in the sewers so late at night?"

"... Confidential information involving my guests, I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Klein responded with a smile, and changed directions, but unfortunately he was stopped again.

"I can see that you are disguised. You must be a cautious and excellent detective." The middle-aged man said very humorously and asked persistently, "Can you tell me your name and contact information?"

Seeing that he would not be let go if he didn't answer the question today, Klein took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, reluctantly turned his head, and showed a smile that was more perfunctory than a business smile:

"My name is Sherlock Moriarty," he said as he walked away. "The contact information can be found in the newspaper. Goodbye, sir."

As expected, the middle-aged man didn't stop him again. But he had just taken about four or five steps when he heard a voice coming from behind.

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

What is the problem? Klein turned around and saw the brown-haired gentleman looking at him with a subtle expression, and his tone became a little funny: "I would like to ask, do you have an old enemy named James Holmes?"

Klein felt as if he was struck by lightning. He slowly opened his mouth wide, his vision gradually blurred, and he could not utter a single word. Just when his brain stopped, he heard the middle-aged gentleman smiling and asking him again: "Hello, what do you call me?"

This sentence is said in Chinese.

END(not)TBC

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*This chapter has many broken scenes and has been changed for ten thousand years.

The connection with fellow villagers was successful.

Klein: Wuwuwu, senior, do you know how I have lived for so long? Senior, Wuwuwu, take me with you. Wuwuwu, senior, the cooking is so delicious.

Edward: Here it comes, the feeling of lying to Russell back then is here.

Russell: (These obscene words have been moderated in accordance with laws and regulations)