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

123

"You are a demon who deserves to be killed with a thousand swords!!"

The man with dull red hair fell to the ground, with most of his body suppressed by the broken wall, but he still maintained a ferocious expression and spat a mouthful of blood at the Angel of the Abyss. His face is covered with dust and blood, and there are several deep scars. He has long lost the arrogance and willfulness of his youth, leaving only an old age carefully carved by time, hatred, and decades of pain. Even if Russell saw him again, he would not be able to connect this face with the person he hated so much when he was in his twenties.

What's more, Russell hasn't looked down for a long time to take a look at the Sauron family who was trampled to pieces by him and trampled into the dust.

"Hello Florent, it's nice to see you alive."

Edward greeted him calmly, squatted down, and the hem of his dress fell into the blood on the ground.

"The last time I saw you was in the basement where the assassination was plotted. Russell is dead, and your long-cherished wish should finally be fulfilled."

Although he has experienced suffering and massacre, and his status has plummeted from a royal family to a struggling ordinary nobleman, the old Florent seems to still maintain some of the habits of his youth. After all, some arrogance and dignity engraved in his blood can only be erased by death. of. His Highness Florent Soren took a few hard breaths, and several steel bars pierced his lungs. Living had become a pain, and he had already suffered the greatest torture in the world just by breathing.

"Damn devil..."

He coughed up blood and said, with a crazy look on his face that was either sadness or joy: "Roselle is dead, Russell is finally dead! What a shame for my lack of ability, otherwise I would definitely send you to hell! Make you regret your contempt for me. It's hateful. My sister didn't die for the family and glory. You actually tore my other people to pieces in front of my eyes because she ignored me! Hateful, hateful! !”

Edward didn't care about these words at all, but nodded with some appreciation: "After being soaked in the blood of hatred for so long, I think you also have the potential to become a devil."

"Ha, ha, ha!" In just a few breaths, Florent's face has completely lost all color. He is floating on the dividing line between life and death. The vitality that Sequence 4 can give him can probably keep him alive. Living in this painful posture and old appearance, "I would rather die than sacrifice my life for you! Tell me! My poor sister, what did she give you for my life?!"

"Her soul? Damn it, how dare she sell her soul to the devil!"

"Then I will trade my soul for hers!"

The Angel of the Abyss was slightly startled.

"You are wrong, Florent. Adela has never interceded for anyone, including you, including herself."

"She likes you very much."

"So, I think she will be happier if you stay."

Florent was stunned by the crazy green eyes, but it was only for a short time that he returned to his hysterical appearance.

"You killed our father and mother, massacred our brothers and sisters, and took away the lives of hundreds of people in the Sauron family. You actually think Adela will be happy if you leave me alone!" Florent's expression has been managed. Completely broken, "You have no human heart at all! What you did is disgusting, you are a lowly and despicable devil in human skin!"

Edward nodded with deep sympathy: "I think so too. But I want to correct it. I think the 237 lives of the Sauron family are not the lowest level of massacre. The lowest level should at least be the number of people killed in the Battle of Amanda Mountains." That’s the right time for the Loen and Lundberg alliance.”

Florent was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and became even more dying.

He should have known that demons could not comprehend with human thinking, but it was impossible to control the resentment and anger suppressed in his mind.

At this time, Edward raised his head, looked somewhere in the collapsed palace, and shouted in a normal voice: "Trena?"

"...It's me, father."

A tall figure emerged from the corner. The satin hairband was missing, and the reddish-brown hair was spread loosely on his back, like dried blood. The gorgeous dress had several holes in it, and the lace cuffs were torn to shreds. There was still a lot of dust on his body and he looked very embarrassed.

"Ha." Florent raised his eyelids, looked at this young man who was related to him by blood, and took a sip, "Disgusting son of the devil."

Traynor Vaughan lowered his eyes and was indifferent to the title. He spoke calmly: "Father, I left the team without authorization to escort Charles Gustave to escape, but I failed. The Church of Steam captured him. But it is said that they Couldn’t catch up with Bernadette Gustave.”

"Russell is dead. They must all feel that the inheritance is in the hands of the two children." Edward didn't care and glanced at Florent. "Now they are just like you, they are the remnants of the previous dynasty. Do you feel happy? ?"

A sneer came from the throat of the former Earl Sauron.

Later, Florent closed his eyes, and his weather-beaten and handsome face finally showed deep exhaustion and relief. He seemed to have fulfilled his wish and had no intention of struggling. His life was about to come to an end, so Edward ignored him and allowed him to quietly shed the last drop of blood and breathe his last breath in this ruins. Traynor looked at the place where his uncle was buried, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still chose to follow Edward's footsteps.

"I want to leave Intis."

"Where are you going next?"

"I don't have any plans. It's too easy to be discovered when I go to other countries now. I might go to the Southern Continent to visit the ruins of the Balam Empire, and then settle in Lun or Feysac in a few decades."

At this point, Edward suddenly stopped and looked back at Traynor. The latter was startled, and suddenly felt that he had been caught in some hidden mystical connection, and everything from his soul to his internal organs was clearly seen.

"...You should stay in Intis." His father said after careful consideration, "Your destiny will be here for a long time after today. If I don't take you away, the world's situation will continue to be turbulent. If you stay here, Intis, staying in the center of the war is the best future for you."

"You don't have to follow me anymore. You are free, Traynor, and live your life as you like."

After saying that, the angel no longer looked at him. He stepped into the spiritual world and disappeared directly from Traynor's eyes, without giving him any chance to ask or retain him. The latter seemed to have no intention of speaking. He stood there for two seconds, looked around, and saw that there was no one else around. The medical team searching for the wounded and dead had not arrived yet, so he immediately turned around and ran back to the pile of rubble. He moved the fallen masonry and vaults with force, broke the steel bars and concrete, and with a lot of effort, Florent was dragged out of the rubble.

The extraordinary characteristics had begun to precipitate. Traynor put away the characteristics, carefully put him aside, and then found a clean step to sit down on.

The Viscount, who was less than forty years old, suddenly felt that he had lost his purpose in life, but deep down he still had some yearning for freedom and some fear. Intis is already in such tatters, what will happen next?

Then an exit to the spiritual world suddenly opened in front of him, interrupting his random thoughts. Traynor was so burned by the heat wave coming from behind the exit that he couldn't open his eyes. Edward, whose coat and half of his trouser legs were missing, and whose hair was still burned, walked out, calmly brushed off the ash on his body, and looked at Traynor nonchalantly.

"My mistake, I forgot that I just ate the angel of the eternal burning sun."

Edward even explained his current embarrassed state. He didn't care that Trainor dragged Florent out, just as if he didn't see a corpse lying at his feet, facing his son's stunned look. He asked, "Is Adela's funeral tomorrow?"

Trainor nodded.

Seeing this, Edward raised his right hand, stretched it open, and then lightly scratched the ring finger with his left index finger - the whole ring finger of his right hand was cut off, and the spirituality in it was taken back, turning it into an ordinary finger, close to the root. There was a ring set with fine white diamonds and a ruby. The fracture regenerated and grew back.

"Take it away and put it in Adela's coffin."

There was a neat circle of scars near the root of the newborn ring finger. Edward threw the severed finger with the wedding ring to Traynor, then opened a whirlpool-like door and walked into the dark world.

Traynor held the severed finger and sighed after a while, then carried Florent's cold body on his back and walked steadily towards the medical team.

124

Two months later, a port in a certain city in Loen.

The passenger ship heading to the Southern Continent is about to leave the port. It is full of sons who cannot inherit the family property, businessmen who dream of getting rich, and pirates who want to wash their hands in a golden basin incognito, and are ready to go to Balam for a big fight. They dreamed of becoming plantation owners, managing large estates including slaves, or joining comprador chambers seeking power and wealth. In short, the Southern Continent is a good place now, and a ferry ticket is worth a thousand dollars. The indigenous people there are docile and easy to tame, making them suitable to be bought as servants. In addition, the relationship between various countries in the Northern Continent is complicated and war seems to be about to break out. This has become the best place for people looking for stability.

Among these less noble and somewhat vulgar passengers, one stood out. His clothes were neat and his conversation was elegant. He had the composure of Loen and the casual enthusiasm of Intis. He was generous in spending money and was polite and distant to women. So everyone naturally regarded him as a nobleman in trouble, which triggered a Some small discussions. It's a pity that he usually stays in his private room and only appears during banquets.

The voyage lasted 42 days and passed through some islands in the Sunia Sea. It would briefly stop at specific ports to replenish supplies.

While the kitchen was busy preparing the meals for the dinner, some of the crew and servants disembarked and went to the port to buy newspapers as entrusted by their master. Newspapers originated in Intis, and news circulated so fast that all countries could not help but build newspapers, so people could learn the "latest" news from other countries more than a month later.

Intis Emperor Russell Gustav died and was jointly assassinated by the Church of the Eternal Sun and the former royal family Sauron. Many nobles were attacked and killed during the coup, and the aristocracy suffered a major impact... More than half of the government officials lost their lives. Led by Edward Vaughn, the Earl of the Palace and Minister of Military Affairs, several big figures disappeared or died, causing the government management system to almost paralyze... The Sauron family tried to win over all parties for restoration, but the bargaining chips they could offer were limited, and no clear decision has been made yet. support. Thanks to these eye-catching big news, the newspaper made a lot of money.

The passengers carried brand-new newspapers and talked loudly about the current international situation, and the pre-dinner dance almost turned into a royal palace. The door of a certain room in the first-class cabin was closed at this time. The Angel of the Abyss, who was already dead in secular history, was sitting by the bay window, quietly looking at the horizon at sunset.

After a moment, he took out a small notebook from his arms and turned to a certain page - this page was full of Intis words, scrawled but elegant, and two pages of their future travel plans were written eloquently.

Behind the travel plan is his own handwriting, listing the names of places in the plan in Intis language, such as "Inside the Dusk Palace", "Bailam Empire Mausoleum Site", "Highland Kingdom Site", "Pasu Island" "Bay" and so on, many of which are officially prohibited areas, which shows how much the planners trust Edward's power.

Edward held the quill in silence for a few seconds, and then slowly ticked the box behind "Bailan Empire Mausoleum Site".

TBC

——————

A small climax ends, and the next chapter returns to the main text timeline.

However, considering the word count issue, the signing is far away, so I have to use fragmented diaries and setting supplements to delay the time.

*Seeing that some readers are asking about the agreement between Decay and the Djinn, I will reply here.

The "unknown conversation" at the beginning of a previous chapter was actually Decay and the Djinn. Their deal is: Decay helps the Djinn to occupy a high-sequence identity of one of the two families of order, escapes the control of the Heavenly Lord to a certain extent and affects two paths (preparing to leave the earth). The Djinn helps Decay to find clues to the source of matter. When this deal was established, their target was actually the royal family of Loen or Fenebaud, but Russell jumped through the air and directly became half of the Black Emperor, so naturally he became the best hunting target.

Everyone knows what happened next. Russell shined as the Black Emperor. He was very interested in the decline, so he indulged in watching movies and forgot about the Djinn God's agreement, and did not take action before his death. After Russell died and was trapped in the mausoleum by the violent pollution, the Djinn God was no longer willing to accept this identity that was contaminated by the Mother Goddess. So in the end, the djinn's meal flew out of his mouth, and Shan Shan failed to get any clues about his own essence. The relationship between the two old people is now tense, but the djinn can't really break with Shan Shan. (Deng Shen: The Decline King wdnmd) Therefore, we must separate work and hobbies.