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

112

It was about an hour before Roselle died.

Because he would not help Him, Edward became the only leisurely person in the tense atmosphere. This time the palace meeting was even more tense than before, with panicked civil servants and guards running back and forth around Him, deciphering messages and code words to inform their master.

The uneasy nobles would pretend to have a winning chance and chat with him for a few words. How is the meeting, and how is your Majesty and the emissary of the Church? Oh, of course we are loyal to His Majesty! Your Majesty, what do you think?

Edward responded leisurely one by one, taking in all the different attitudes: doubtful, relieved, fearful, and nervous. Almost everyone can't calm down, for fear that they will make the wrong bet and lose everything.

Everyone is dedicated to their position and waiting for the second boot to fall. This is the end of the Black Emperor. It's like a grand drama has finally been staged to the last scene. It's finally time to sign the name of the author of a majestic suicide note. Everyone holds their breath and cranes their necks to wait. Appreciate how glory falls, who would be willing to interrupt its progress at this moment?

Of course Edward would not do this. The Declined King had already purchased a special seat. If He wanted to help, he could have done so as early as the night when he followed the revelation of spiritual intuition and broke out the assassination plot conspired by the remnants of the Sauron family and the Eternal Sun Church. But what did He do at that time? "The surviving assassins nervously completed the planning and prepared to leave through the hidden secret passage. But when they opened the door, they saw the smiling Angel of the Abyss. In an instant, everyone's blood ran cold." .

"You're just taking action now." The demon said regretfully, "I overestimated your courage and hatred. Well, I wish you success."

113

The new week begins with the customary Tarot session.

As it approached three o'clock in the afternoon, Klein emerged from the gray fog and sat on the front seat, manifesting the "world" of the dummy. Then he leaned back on the chair in a rather leisurely mood, tapping his fingers lightly on the long bronze table.

Looking back on what happened last night, if the murder of Lanrevus was an unplanned act of improvisation, then the chance encounter with the "Angel of the Abyss" was a pure accident, and the acquisition of some occult knowledge from this fellow senior was an unexpected surprise. . Klein understood a little bit how others in the Tarot Society felt when they obtained "common sense" from him, and made up his mind to communicate more with his seniors in the future. Of course, you must also be mentally prepared for the angel to have no interest in what you can offer, ignore it, or even get angry...

As he thought about it, Klein's fingers tapping on the table suddenly slowed down and his brows furrowed slightly.

"I was a little impatient last night..."

"Theoretically speaking, even if he is a fellow countryman, he is still a stranger to me. There is no reason for me to put down my guard so quickly or even ask Him."

"Is it the power of the "Devil" path? You can ask Little Sun later... But before I met him for the first time last night, I had seen him many times in Emperor Russell's diary. It is normal to have some initial favorable impressions. Coupled with the fact that I had just killed Lanrewus in revenge, my emotions would definitely lose some control. Well, although I lost a little caution, it is still within the scope of my understanding. I will remember to be more careful next time. "

After reviewing yesterday's events, Klein nodded slightly, calmed down, and informed everyone that the party was about to begin.

114

The new week starts with kicking out the ineffective students.

Edward left the residence and locked the door. The destination vacillated between Cragg Club and the editorial office for a while, and finally I decided to go see the Aurora. There was no particular reason, but Lanerwus' matter ended in a strange way after all, and he had to go back and chat with his allies.

Walk through the streets and alleys and descend into the vast underground structure. Half of the Aurora Society's largest stronghold in Backlund is buried underground. The widespread shadows and the invisible environment can make the Beyonders on the "Hanged Man" path feel comfortable. Walking forward slowly along the corridor, the left side leads to the dark and silent underground church. Today is not a Sunday, but the believers are praying silently. The right side leads to the office, and at the end is the office of the Dark Saint - the Dark Saint was originally a mobile worker who traveled among various strongholds to collect intelligence to support his companions. However, due to the impact of the major event of the successful descent of the gods, he now has to Based in Backlund.

In the shadows, a door in front opened, and candlelight floated out. This was a man holding a candlestick. He was obviously not a secret prayer person who could thrive in the dark. She was talking to someone at the door, and before she could close the door, she saw Edward.

It’s someone who knows me. Edward thought for a moment, and the huge scar on this face was very identifiable: "Eastern District?"

"Yes. Good afternoon, His Highness Vaughn." Compared to the first meeting, Maria was obviously much more relaxed. She was not surprised at all to see the leader in the cooperative organization's stronghold and reported in a very natural manner. , "Last time you asked me to investigate Kaping, I already got preliminary results. When I was tracing the whereabouts of the missing female worker, I found that there were gangsters and traffickers fishing in troubled waters. I caught them and tortured them, and they admitted that they were working for Kaping. service and provided relatively strong evidence.”

"well done."

Workers are missing. This is the second time I have heard this word in twelve hours. It seems that George III did not hide it enough. He can find it with a little care and long-term observation of the people at the bottom. Edward had no intention of reminding her. Sooner or later, Richard Ernst would announce the reason for his disappearance within the Pilgrimage Sect: "Kapin is just a buoy on the water. Sacrifice Kapin's soul to me. You can read it when the time comes." Recite my honorable name.”

Maria agreed. After they finished speaking, another person standing by the door stepped forward and bowed:

"Your Majesty," Mr. Z sincerely thanked him, "It was my fault for the failure of the divine descent. I also allowed Lanerwus to escape. I held you back in this event, and yet I still need you to take my place." I am too embarrassed to face the Lord and your high expectations when I fix the mess after my escape.”

Edward glanced at him: "The failure of God's descent was as expected by Him. I just completed my part of the mission. It is the Aurora Society that should punish you. You don't have to come to me to apologize, and you are not allowed to say nothing like Mr. A. Tear off your own face to show your face to the Lord.”

Maria looked away painfully as she recalled the bad memories.

Mr. Z was very moved and said yes repeatedly. Edward did not communicate with him too much and responded with a few perfunctory words before moving on.

Walking into the office of the Dark Saint at the end of the corridor, opening the secret compartment, and continuing down the steps for dozens of meters, a relatively new wooden door appeared in front of him. The cutting marks on the surrounding stone walls are new and angular, and some stone dust falls down from time to time. Edward put his fingers together and knocked on the door, then pushed open the wooden door and entered the small underground stone house.

This is an underground space of about one hundred square meters. The reliefs on the wall are brand new, and the brass candlesticks inserted in the wall are also brand new. The one standing in the back of the middle is not the giant inverted cross that can be seen everywhere in the Aurora Society. , but a very comfortable-looking high-backed chair inlaid with red velvet cushions. The reliefs are engraved with believers kneeling in worship, some kneeling on the ground praying silently, and some stretching their arms forward. And the direction they were heading towards was the high-backed chair on the third-floor stone platform.

Shadows flowed on the high-backed chair, and a scarlet eye rolled out of the shadows, rolling down the steps to Edward's feet.

"Is this the simple temple your followers built overnight?"

Edward looked at his eyes with a serious expression: "Ally, you can't stay in such a dark and humid place all the time. You won't grow taller."

"...This container of mine is not yet old enough to worry about whether it will grow taller or not." There was a faintly unhappy voice coming from the high-backed chair. It was thick and dull, and it was extremely inconsistent with the face of the child who was only two or three years old. Come and worship. The Dark Saint probably didn't have much courage to look directly at his Lord, and his voice sounded very majestic and reliable.

The True Creator sat casually on the chair: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. Didn't you entrust me to find your right-hand man before? I just looked for it and found nothing."

The shadowy demon servant brought a chair from nowhere, and Edward sat down: "I have to say, your subordinate named Medici is really invisible, and your history has been buried for a thousand years. For many years, the "God of War" was nowhere to be found. I asked my servants to collect information about high-ranking hunters everywhere. Among all the rumors and stories, the only one that was interesting was Binsi Island on the sea. "

"Oh?" The True Creator became a little interested, "You tell me."

"Binxi Island believes in the God of Weather. I think there was a weather warlock here once." Edward said slowly, "If this is a backhand or a hint, it would be too obvious, and this island has existed for decades. It was conquered by Loen years ago, and now it has converted to the Lord of Storms."

"You mean, Binsi Island may be related to Medici, but the relationship is not big?" The real creator pondered for a moment, "Indeed, He is not such a rash person, but I believe there must be something hidden in Binsi Island. Something else, maybe that's why He so obviously made the "weather god" a believer there. "

Edward was noncommittal: "My students have plans to go on a business trip at sea at the end of the year. I can help you go to Binsi Island to take a look at that time."

"Ally, the information you can give me is too little, and no one responds to my name. Medici either has no spiritual imprint left, or he died in a corner where no one knows. I originally planned to plan the next few days. I went to search for the abyss when I was young, and after I was promoted, I went to fight to the death with Fabuti, but now I am held back by your commission, you should give me more reward anyway, right?"

The True Creator didn’t answer. The purpose of making this commission was to intimidate him and distract him, lest he suddenly go crazy one day and strangle his little clone in the cradle. Medici's death was inseparable from his divine clone, but the other party refused to help him in this matter, and even mysteriously said that the time had not come yet. That face, that expression, seeing that the condition was getting better day by day, the fist became harder and harder, but in the end, he was still concerned about the power gap and did not punch out.

Really, why is Ourolius still missing? When exactly will the Angel of the Word find Him? !

The Angel of the Holy Word reported that this month He will be able to turn the Land Abandoned by God upside down. If it is not found by then, whether to let Him come back or continue to stay in the Land Abandoned by God - that’s all, we’ll talk about that later.

"It seems that you can't make up your mind." Edward saw that he was thinking for a long time and reminded him, "You can also just give me 200,000 pounds. After all, the news of an angel has a price but no market."

Two hundred thousand pounds? The Aurora Society's operating funds for one year are almost this amount... The True Creator laughed sadly twice in his heart: "My mission is still to find Him. If you can't find Him, I will also use other methods to confirm. How? You can't find it even if you try your best. The reward I give you is a help. If you find it, I will increase the amount according to your needs."

"A favor," Edward repeated.

"I won't agree to help from an angel level, and I won't agree to anything more." The True Creator doesn't give the devil a chance to take advantage of it, "And it can't be anti-human, you know what I mean."

"I understand, it's a good deal, I made money." Edward said, "I will make good use of your promise, and I will try my best to help you find someone."

The two continued to exchange information and informed each other about the situation within the organization. After more than ten minutes, Edward stood up and left.

After leaving the small underground temple and the Aurora Society, Edward stood on the street for a while. As his eyes drifted aimlessly, he noticed that a man in newspaper uniform had pasted a poster on the wall, with some elegant cursive characters and pictures of some objects and furniture.

"The memorial exhibition of Emperor Russell will be held on the 16th of this month!"

TBC

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