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

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Taking his family's carriage all the way to the outskirts of Queens, Edward arrived at his destination on time just five minutes after eight o'clock.

This is the mansion purchased by Mr. Miller Carter, a new businessman in Backlund, but it is not the place where he lives. Although he has settled in Backlund, his new house is being repaired and is now hosting a dinner party to show his face in front of Backlund's middle and upper classes. I invited friends I knew well and asked my friends to introduce new people to expand my network. When the new home is renovated, there will be an even grander banquet.

After the manservant in the red vest confirmed His invitation, he took the gift from the coachman's hand and led Him through the front courtyard with a garden and pool to the main entrance of the house.

The coachman, who kept his head down, drove the carriage to a hidden part of the street. The smoke filled the air, and he and the carriage disappeared together.

Edward Vaughan put the small glass bottle that appeared in his hand into his sleeve. He rubbed the tip of his gold-encrusted cane while admiring the garden of the mansion and walking slowly beside the footman. As soon as he walked into the door, he saw a gentleman wearing a straight dress, with slightly white temples, deep nasolabial folds but a pair of sharp blue eyes taking the initiative to greet him.

This must be the initiator of tonight's banquet, Mr. Miller Carter. Edward took the Eastchester County specialty wine he had brought from the valet, handed it to the gentleman, smiled and saluted by pressing his chest:

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

The serious old gentleman Mr. Carter took the red wine and replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the party hasn't started yet."

"Your operas are all excellent. I have admired them for a long time. I never expected that I would invite you to the banquet."

"You are very flattering." Edward responded skillfully. In Loen, implicit compliments to the master are important social etiquette, and they are slightly different from Intis's relatively straightforward praise. "I am very happy to be able to communicate with someone from the east coast of the Sea. You became my friend, and I yearn for the scenery there."

Hearing this, Mr. Miller Carter was obviously very happy. The two chatted about the customs and customs of Jianhai County, and it seemed that both the guest and the host were enjoying themselves. Walking through the long corridor about ten meters is the hall, where the banquet is about to begin. Mr. Carter had other people to greet, so he sent them to the place to say goodbye and leave. Edward glanced around the ballroom, took a glass of light brown pre-dinner champagne from the passing waiter's tray, and drank it slowly against the wall. .

Soon Mr. Carter returned to the hall and the banquet began with the band playing the first dance. He was not in a hurry to find a dance partner, but slowly looked at the long dining table, trying to find a few foods on it that interested him. At this moment, he felt some subtle breath coming from behind.

"Good evening, Mr. Vaughn, when did you come?"

The energetic young man who often talked to him at the Kragg Club - Edward's mind ran through this string of adjectives and pointed to a specific noun - Talim.

Edward slowly turned around and felt the cold breath coming towards his face. He saw Talim with a smile on his face, and also saw the ferocious black cobra that wrapped Talim tightly around him and hissed and spit out the letter. The snake's tail penetrated his clothes and embedded itself in his left chest, as if it came out of Talim's heart.

The demon and the giant snake looked at each other for half a second.

"I just came here not long ago." He replied, and asked a question very abruptly, "You seem to be having a lot of luck lately?"

Have you provoked a witch? He stopped looking at the cobra with its teeth and claws, and speculated with great interest in his heart: This curse is not difficult to remove, but it is very interesting to study it in depth. Talim is a young man with a good style. As a descendant of a nobleman, he is quite popular among the middle and upper class. He has been working normally in the club recently, and there are no rumors that he is in love with a certain woman. But this curse actually appeared on him, and it was a curse that could take his life at any time without causing any damage to his body. He would suddenly collapse according to the intention of the caster, like a heart attack. sudden death.

Why would a perfectly normal noble young man be targeted like this by a witch? Edward glanced at the cobra again.

"Peach Blossom Luck? It seems like a word invented by Emperor Russell?"

"Yes, it means good compatibility with the opposite sex." Edward took a sip of champagne slowly, looked at the black snake for another second and then looked away, "How has your life been lately, Mr. Talim? ?”

Talim was stunned for a moment, then became a little wary, as if he had thought of something, thinking about when he had leaked the news. But he didn't see any clues on Edward's face, so he relaxed slightly and laughed at himself: "I don't have romantic luck. I don't know where you saw it. If it's really like what you said, there are a few beautiful and caring people." It’s just a beautiful lady. ...Well, speaking of beautiful ladies, I have indeed met one quite often recently, but she has also caused me a lot of headaches.”

"It seems that you have not enjoyed the beauty of love."

"Love? Stop talking nonsense!" Talim said hurriedly. The cobra wrapped around him lowered its head slightly, showing its fangs, as if it was looking for a place to bite. As long as its mouth opens, it can swallow the not-so-dwarf Talim whole. "That girl has nothing to do with me. She is in love with a friend of mine. On the contrary, I sincerely wish her success in her relationship. The two can live in harmony.”

Edward shook the goblet in his hand very slightly, and the meaningful expression on his face made Talim feel guilty.

"Hey, I understand -" He figured out the connection and teased in a low voice, "It's the one you mentioned before. My suggestion is still to elope."

Talim's eyes suddenly widened.

"No, don't mention it!" He hurriedly leaned forward and lowered his voice, "I, I heard that you have been busy with the opera commission at the end of the year. Can you tell me about the current work progress? Yes, yes, I have I want to talk to you about some interesting rumors. Yes, I talked to you about Mr. Miller Carter's mansion last time. At that time, I also wanted to introduce you to the outstanding detective Sherlock Murray who helped him solve the housing incident. Mr. Atty."

"The editorial department did not allow me to announce the progress. However, the script adaptation has been completed and the soundtrack is progressing steadily."

He tried his best to change the topic, and after talking for a while, he finally found a suitable topic, and the content and voice became normal. Edward had no intention of dancing the first dance, but standing there in a daze was too eye-catching, so he simply followed the other person's wishes and asked calmly: "I did establish some friendship with Mr. Moriarty, but I haven't heard of him yet. He said this, do you know the details?"

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"...Mr. Moriarty is an experienced and excellent detective. He first inspected the basement of my house and found a large number of snakes gathered together. After that, he brought a trained assistant to drive away the snakes. As a result, the basement collapsed during the process, but fortunately, nothing happened to them.”

Klein left an excellent impression on Mr. Carter. When he came to talk to the guests, he found Talim and Edward talking about this and immediately joined in, hoping to add some connections to this outstanding detective. Mentioning these things, he was still a little sad and thankful: "Fortunately, I chose him, otherwise other people might have suffered mishaps."

"It's really amazing." Talim praised, "I knew he must be a very powerful person, he has great skills!"

"There is actually a large basement under your house..."

Unlike Talim, Edward whispered to himself in a quizzical tone. Mr. Carter heard it, but showed no surprise, as a playwright might at something wonderful and mysterious.

So he nodded and added: "Yes, Baron Pound didn't tell me when he bought this house. It was an unexpected surprise."

"Mr. Carter, I would like to take the liberty of asking you a question." Edward thought for several times about why there was a basement that he had no memory of on that street, but to no avail, he asked Mr. Carter, "That is to say, in Moriarty After the detective discovered the snake, you didn't even go in to take a look until the snake was expelled. And it collapsed at the end, right?"

He originally wanted to say, "You didn't even go in to take a look until it finally collapsed?" But after thinking about it, he chose a more tactful, gentle, and non-suggestive rhetorical question.

After all, he has a high opinion of Klein, so questioning him would be counterproductive.

"Yes." Miller Carter did not doubt him, and even agreed very much. "Mr. Moriarty reminded me immediately after he found a snake down there, and I stopped sending servants to clean it up, which reduced the possibility of their casualties. Sex. I later inspected the basement, and there was no doubt that it was in disrepair and had indeed collapsed to a terrible state. Mr. Moriarty’s appearance at that time was definitely not fake, he had truly experienced a disaster.”

"That's it." A smile appeared on Edward's lips, and he turned around and forgot about this answer that had no reference value.

Talim was still exchanging more details about Mr. Moriarty with Miller Carter. Edward glanced up sideways. The dark cobra was immediately irritated by the disdainful look and opened it wide enough to swallow it. A mouthful that swallowed Talim's head whole. The demon bared its teeth slightly, revealing a half-crazy and filthy aura. The arrogant cobra was suddenly frightened and retracted into Talim's heart.

Talim's expression suddenly froze, and the champagne slipped from his hand, rolled over the corner of Edward's clothes closest to him, and fell to pieces on the ground. He clutched his heart with his hands in pain, unable to straighten up for several seconds.

The instigator stared indifferently at his back bent in pain.

The sound of shattering glass attracted everyone's attention, and Mr. Carter was startled, but just five seconds later, Talim stood upright again tremblingly. His face turned slightly pale, and he forced a smile: "Sorry, Mr. Carter, I suddenly felt unwell just now, and I'm feeling better now. Haha, maybe I really should take a good rest recently."

Seeing that he was fine, the old gentleman breathed a sigh of relief and asked his servant to clean up the broken glass on the floor.

Later, Edward made a timely request to go to the dressing room to change clothes, and Mr. Carter called a servant and asked him to take Edward to the rest area, take off the dirty coat and send it for cleaning. After entering the single room, he picked out a bottle labeled "Secret Order - Secret Puppet Master - Entity" from his collection cabinet and threw it to the ground.

As soon as the glass bottle hit the ground, it turned into a burst of white smoke and dispersed. A middle-aged man in ragged clothes and kneeling on the ground suddenly appeared in the single room. He trembled for a moment, then stood up with his head lowered, his flesh and blood squirming, and in an instant he turned into another identical Edward Vaughn.

"You know what to do."

"...Yes, Master."

The devil ignored him, grabbed another bottle of "Abraham-Traveler-Soul", opened a door directly, and disappeared into the room.

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No. 8, Williams Street, is the mansion Miller Carter bought.

Through the door, Edward arrived here in an instant. The owner of the house went to hold a banquet. The undecorated house was only guarded by a few servants, and building materials were piled in the messy garden. He walked into the garden as if there was no one else around, opened the door, and walked silently past the manservant who was napping on a chair. Finally, in the corner of the first floor, he saw a handrail that had just been put up and had not been painted yet. Dry thoroughly.

Edward stood at the entrance to the underground and looked down. He clearly saw a not-too-narrow area inside, but within the scope of his spiritual intuition, this underground space did not exist.

Occluded?

Can it block the spirituality of angels? Can it be discovered only by physical means?

The seal of the true God?

What's down there? Even if it is a sealed artifact with strong side effects, the Church cannot place it where mortals are likely to encounter it.

With such doubts in mind, Edward quietly walked down the stairs step by step. There was no need for lights and candles. He saw that the basement had been initially renovated, and a few gas lamps were installed. The place to stay was considered clean, but there were still some gravel and sand a few meters away that had not been cleaned up.

He walked along the gravel. Behind the rubble is a newly built wall.

"This is the real sealing place behind this."

"Kleon discovered this place, but he chose to blow it up instead of telling others. Does it prove that he felt that this matter had been completely solved and did not need help from others? Did he discover it by accident, or was it a mysterious organization to which he belonged? Did you ask him to come and keep it secret?"

Edward said to himself, and once again used the traveler's power to open a door here. When he walked in, the large and small gravels piled up inside flew up and moved to both sides, leaving a passage large enough for one person to walk.

"There are many candlesticks..."

"One Iron Throne? Even this... is wrong, two? Holding the hand of power and the black crown, Tudor and Trunsoest - ah, this is not the ruins of Solomon, it is the last United Nations where I came .”

Edward immediately saw the era when these historical relics were born, and was slightly disappointed. He was still very interested in the tombs where the Black Emperors slept and resurrected, but he had never been to any of them. Solomon's tomb had long been found and destroyed, but Russell wouldn't let him go.

He kept walking and continued to move forward, and came to several doors at the end. The doors were all ajar, and inside were the statues of the six gods. It had been shattered by the explosion that covered it all, and was completely mutilated.

And there was something behind this last, the only room that was still closed. Dark red blood seeped out from the crack in the door below, and a sinister aura enveloped it. Edward took one look, stepped on it, walked to the door in a few steps, put his fingers together and knocked lightly.

Blood was flowing from the crack in the door again - Edward felt a little tired, as if he was watching a low-quality horror movie. But in fact, he was the only one who felt this way. The gloomy atmosphere, unknown creatures, and blood all over the place were enough to scare any creature that had just arrived. The blood lines stopped at the same level as his line of sight, violating the laws of physics, and then gathered together. A scarlet eye opened in this fist-sized blood mass.

He looked at the big eyes and couldn't figure out what the other party was trying to do. Just when He was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from the door that made people's fists harden:

"Devil? A lively Sequence 2 demon?"

"You still have the aura of a prisoner. You are still a prisoner in Sequence 2. Hey, you can't be the Fabuti who was crippled by my master, right?"

Edward's originally non-smiling expression was made even more horrifying under the gloomy light. His expression didn't change, and he gently squeezed out the fist-sized eyes and drew an inverted cross on the door.

"I'm sorry, you are so good at complaining. You must be a war angel. Seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times. You really have a lotus tongue."

His expression became subtle, implying three parts indifference, three parts alienation, and four parts confusion and "Why do I always encounter these unplanned things?" With blood stains on his face, he threw the handkerchief directly into the pool of blood, turned around and left.

TBC

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If we don’t save him this time, we don’t have enough ability.

Much later:

Medici: Yo, isn't this the great master of our back garden?

decay:……

Medici: Why don't you speak? It's not boring to just dig in the dirt here.

Decay: I don’t understand why you dare to challenge me when you can’t defeat me.

*According to readers' feedback, I found that if I wrote some relaxing little dramas like ↑ at the end, it would be easily misunderstood, so I decided not to write it in the future.