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

17

"You lost." Mr. A said sadly.

As if echoing his words, the right arm of a person sitting on the other side of the round table suddenly exploded, and the scattered flesh and blood slid down, making the bloody smell that filled the place even stronger.

"Ah, damn it." The shepherd muttered unhappily. He accepted the gamble and tore off his shoulder flesh, letting his entire right arm fall to the ground with a clatter. Now he only has his left hand left, "A, why are you so lucky all of a sudden?"

“All luck and misfortune are gifts from the Lord, praise the Lord.”

Mr. A snorted proudly, took away the blood-stained banknotes in front of the opponent, and tightly covered the evil card deck in his hand to avoid the sight of the other partner who lost only one head. This guy is trying to peek with his eyes.

"That's not fair." And the body "splits up" to act. Then a tentacle of flesh and blood quickly emerged from the crack in his neck and stuck firmly to the edge of the table, and his head returned to the table with the help of force.

"Not only do I have to lose a part once I lose to you, but I also have to give you the money I have worked so hard to save. This is so unfair!"

"I don't need any money." A smiled coldly, his beautiful face under the red hood was a little distorted, "As long as you are willing to help me do the voluntary labor, how about losing two hours at a time?"

"Voluntary labor? Is it difficult?" The shepherd, who lost an arm and a leg, was stunned for a moment. "I haven't participated in it yet, but I came from a slum and am familiar with workhouses and charities."

"It's not a question of whether it's difficult or not!" Mr. A growled lowly, his expression twisted indescribably. "Those children, little children, the tallest ones are no more than my waist, and their arms are as soft as cotton. What if I can't control my strength and tear them apart?! And their eyes, each one is shining, with various colors, dark blue, light brown, black, what if I can't help it? What should I do if I pluck out their eyes as if they were gems?! They don’t understand anything. They just laugh around me and learn to recite the name of the Lord with me. Their sound is like a bird chirping. If I can’t control it, I will What if their throats are ripped out and made into musical instruments?! It’s so difficult. This is simply the biggest test the Lord has ever given me!”

"You don't understand anything at all! That's hell!"

He spoke a lot in one breath, and the other two shepherds opened their mouths wide as they listened. They stopped playing cards and their eyes were so wide that they fell out of their sockets and fell on the table with a slap. Mr. A was still mumbling and talking, and the two of them looked at each other with the same expression of sluggishness and hesitation to speak.

"A." His head stopped rolling, he placed himself on the table seriously, and said in a suspicious tone, "You actually like those children very much, right?"

Mr. A’s eyebrows rose: “What nonsense are you talking about——”

"Since this is hell, don't go there." Another shepherd took the opportunity to flick his fallen eyeball in the direction of Mr. A, trying to read the cards, but was grabbed by Mr. A, "It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!" Exploded! Ah!!”

“That was the test the Lord gave me!” he said, “I won’t give up easily!”

"... I didn't expect Mr. A to have such a strong opinion on voluntary labor. So next time the shift is changed, let someone else do it?"

"No need!" Mr. A shouted without thinking, and the two shepherds showed expressions of "Sure enough" and "This A is just telling the truth." Then the three of them were quiet for a moment, and looked towards the door of the lounge at the same time. I saw the Dark Saint Kesma standing there with an expressionless face, and still kept pushing the door open. The Lord's ally, the angel of the abyss, stood beside him, with a joking smile on his face. The question just now was made by him. Seeing the three people looking over, He walked slowly to the table, approaching silently like a black shadow.

"You actually like those children very much, right?" Edward's voice contained a subtle and narrow smile, "Those cute little lambs, the lovable children bathed in the eyes of their allies."

"..." Under the gaze of this angel on earth, Mr. A did not dare to make another mistake. He avoided the other person's gaze, bit his lips, and murmured after a long time, "...Yes, because they are the Lamb of the Lord. "

Edward chuckled and nodded: "I understand, you are still scheduled to go to the charity school's voluntary labor this month, and you are more experienced." After saying that, he turned to look at his eyes, nose, nose, and heart. Kosma looked at her toes and said nothing: "Is that okay?"

"...Okay." A forced smile finally appeared on Kesma's face, and then she quickly stopped, "Why are you still here? Is today's mass over? Are you here playing cards for fun? Leave quickly. , go reflect and pray, there are still tasks to be done later.”

The three shepherds stood up quickly, but the magic of flesh and blood was suppressed in front of the strong men of the same sequence. They had to scramble in panic to distinguish which piece of meat was theirs from the ground, which bone was which part, and then looked like three pictures of children. It is not suitable to assemble yourself into a complete human body like a three-dimensional puzzle.

18

"What a joke, Your Highness Vaughn." Kesma came over and lowered his head slightly, "Is your ceremony scheduled for that day this year as well?"

Edward nodded: "Yes, just keep everything as usual."

"The sacrifices have been prepared. You can check them out at any time." Kesma took a deep breath, sweat dripping from her head. "But regarding the blood sacrifices dedicated to you, we haven't caught enough of them this year."

"Well, it's like this again this year." The Angel of the Abyss did not show any displeasure. "I can understand that the church and the military will not always let you arrest people, even death row prisoners. What are you going to do?"

"...We decided to increase our efforts to search for sacrifices that satisfy you. If we really can't collect them, we will choose to arrest people from the East District." Kesma has already handled it with ease, "But those sacrifices are often just murderers, arsonists, and thieves. The degree of touch and quality cannot meet your requirements, and can only be compensated by quantity, and you do not accept pure souls.”

"Excessive vitality will make me sick to my stomach, and a pure white soul can only make me sick." Edward sighed regretfully, "I can't bear it. Give those to my dear allies. I still like them more." A heinous soul and a human being who has fallen to the point of having no moral bottom line.”

"Follow your wishes." The Dark Saint felt confident and scolded the three shepherds who were still piecing together their own flesh and blood all over the ground in a low voice, asking them to clean up the place quickly and leave quickly.

"Do you have anyone in mind to host this sacrifice?"

"President..." Edward Vaughn showed a thoughtful expression and spoke calmly, "Richard found an excuse to stay in Intis. He does not plan to manage the sacrifices of the Aurora Society this year. He only wants to be responsible for the sacrifices within the sect. .Last time you arranged for the Black Saint, so let’s continue as usual.”

"The Black Saint is responsible for leading the pilgrimage in the second half of this year. It has been more than half a month since the trip, and I probably won't be able to make it back." Kesma reported truthfully, "The person in charge should be the Secret Saint or me. I will report in time."

After discussing the relevant matters, the Dark Saint politely resigned. The three shepherds had already packed up and left quietly. The small lounge was silent and dark, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. The tall square small window casts a beam of pale sunlight, and the same hazy and dark sky can be vaguely seen, and an unknown bird call can be heard in the distance.

Edward stood quietly for a few seconds, then dragged a chair and sat down, placed his cane on the table, and silently recited the name of the true Creator.

"The Creator of all, the Lord behind the Curtain of Shadows."

"The fallen nature of all living things."

Then a certain aura came quietly, and dark red blood spread from the dark corners, like deformed hands, bypassing the chair where Edward was sitting, and then devouring the wall and table as it moved forward. The chair turned this relatively spacious lounge into something alive made of squirming flesh. A large bloody mouth opened on the ground, and seductive and depraved ravings were spewed out one after another.

Flesh slid on the wall, and a blood-red vertical eye suddenly opened.

"Good evening, ally, it's nice to see you thinking."

Edward broke away from the state of prayer and sat there in a comfortable posture. He looked at the huge eye that occupied the entire wall, as if he was not facing an indescribable terrifying existence, but sitting leisurely in the square at night. Rest: "I am expected to be promoted to Sequence One this year. Have you found the missing Sequence One characteristics?"

He rolled his blood-red eyes, and the wall opposite turned into a bloody mouth.

"moon."

"Moon? Believers of the original moon? Those defeated soldiers are still able to collect a copy of the demon's Sequence 1." Edward pondered for a moment, "I will need you to help me cover it up to avoid emergencies."

Xuehong blinked his eyes and opened his mouth: "Ritual?"

"That's right, nine massacres and blood sacrifices to an angel. I completed five of them, and also devoured the angels of the Eternal Sun Church. My dear friend Russell made a huge contribution to my digestion progress. Thank Him. It's a pity. He has now blocked my prayers and cannot hear my praises." He said, "Although I have not had the chance to digest the magic potion since then, it has been in a stable state for more than a hundred years, and I am more than 70% sure of the success of my promotion. .”

"Okay." The True Creator responded.

"I have a hunch that my promotion will not go unnoticed." Edward added, "After the promotion is successful, I plan to go back to Intis to see what my maverick believer is doing. By then , the schools and hospitals here in Loen will be entrusted to your subordinates to take care of them."

"good."

"Remember to arrange more people to help. The shepherds are all free voluntary workers and doctors." Edward thought for a while and couldn't help but remind him, "When the time comes, prepare the oracle first, don't start it as soon as you arrive. Preaching and attracting followers of the Righteous God is a small matter, but destroying facilities and buildings is a big deal. Don’t worry about it! Otherwise, I will sacrifice the account book to you.”

The True Creator was silent for a moment, the flesh and shadows all receded in the blink of an eye, and He quickly left this small lounge.

TBC

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*The transitional chapter of a harmonious and beautiful daily life within the Aurora Society

*The ritual of Demon Path Two to One was fabricated by me based on the original work.

*Ding, character update - Edward's definition of "friend" is: someone who helps each other, kills each other, trusts each other, and doubts each other, moves forward together, and finally uses death to please him.