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

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"Is only black tea okay?"

"Can't."

"Then there's only green tea." The True Creator said casually, and after taking a sip happily, he deliberately irritated it, "Why don't you drink it?"

The humanoid creature sitting on the other side of the table raised his eyes and looked at Him for two seconds: "Comparing similar things, would you like to drink a cup of hot blood water made from the flesh and skin of animals? Why don't you give me a bottle of vodka."

"Trees can still drink alcohol?" The True Creator was shocked. "If there is one, please give me two bottles!"

"Then I suggest you drink denatured alcohol directly."

The declining king picked up the enamel jar with the most glorious sign of labor with one hand and blew the hot tea. His movements were skillful, and his posture and expression were very much like an old man walking in the park and watching chess. He looks to be in his thirties, but exudes a lingering aura of age.

Under the shocked gaze of the true Creator, He calmly took several mouthfuls of "hot blood water soaked in the flesh and skin of animals" and smacked his lips: "Surprising? Plants also have a predatory relationship. They are not I can eat my own kind, my kind.”

The True Creator showed great interest in his eyes, and he was always particularly energetic whenever he talked about his native civilization. But the Declined King did not dwell on this topic for long. He held the enamel jar with both hands, absorbing the heat of the tea through his palms, and the roots under his cloak curled up comfortably.

"Purple candy for afternoon tea? I also want cheesecake."

"Okay." He took another sip of green tea, "I saw the bouquet that Medici presented to you this morning. They were just dug from my garden."

"Ah...then I let Him plant it back?"

"I have planted Him, and I won't let Him out until the sun goes down. Since you have pulled out my flowers, then come and be my flowers."

The Declined King put down the enamel jar and counted Medici's sins in detail: "The great Red Angel has added more than five hundred pounds of glorious achievements to the Aurora Society. The specific manifestation is that he quarreled with himself when interviewing others in the personnel department and then began to influence They fight each other and destroy the facilities. When they go to participate in charity activities, they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Then they destroy the facilities while fighting each other. I said that if you really have nothing to do, just go and look at the sewers. I don’t know why there are always people walking at night, and then He While fighting each other, the sewer was blown up for at least 200 meters. Fortunately, the gas pipeline was not blown up, allowing Backlund to rise to the sky. The Steam Church is still looking for the terrorist."

"... He is indeed my war angel. As expected, when He comes, weapons also come." The real creator talked about him, as if he was full of humanity but not full of martial virtue. "What do you have in mind?"

"Apologise. Pay money. Either let Fabuti or the Bound God appear on my dining table immediately." The Outer God said, "This manor is still mine, and you must pay rent if you use this as a new stronghold. Also, please don't To do some extra pointless things before our gamble comes to fruition, I hate you, I hate the earth, and I hate all the gods. I don’t want to be friends with you, please don’t break the peace we have now.”

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3,000 pounds is really heartbreaking. I have saved for so long and it is still less than 1,000 pounds... However, the "blasphemous card" is a priceless treasure that cannot be exchanged for money. Miss "Justice" is in this matter. The contribution is definitely worth the price...

Fortunately, it was all deducted from what she owed me, which relieved some of the pressure. If I meet Mr. Azik in the future, I will use the high-sequence formula to pay the 15,000 pounds that belongs to the "favored one"... Others I don’t know what the “blasphemous card” was disguised as. According to the emperor’s character, it should be quite unexpected... Klein finished his response, looked at the sea of ​​gray fog outside the palace, and sighed silently.

Being cautious, he temporarily left the "Black Emperor" card above the gray fog, on the surface of the long bronze table facing the "Fool" seat, as well as Azik's bronze whistle.

When he returned to the real world, he held a ceremony to summon himself and throw away the "Master Key", a sealed object that was a combination of lost and unlucky. This seemingly small negative impact could be fatal in serious situations. When we arrived above the gray fog, we planned to use it for nothing.

The "Master Key" is just a relic of an unlucky guy who has just been promoted to Sequence 9. It actually has such a negative impact that even mid-sequence extraordinary people cannot weaken... Mr. "Gate"'s ravings are really terrifying...

Klein took a shower with much cooler water and walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He went downstairs to enjoy the corn pancakes he bought along the way. This is a specialty of the plateau region of the Kingdom of Feneport. It is crispy and fragrant. And sweet.

After eating and drinking, he reconsidered last night's experience to see if there were any clues left for others: "Even if you hold the 'Master Key', if you are not an extraordinary person, you will not be able to escape from the hands of a demon. At that time, The mysterious and powerful Ms. Bernadette must have confirmed that I am not an ordinary private detective, and I never thought I could hide this."

"The fact that she didn't capture me means that she is either an official who has a certain fondness for wild extraordinary people, or she does not belong to the three major churches or the military. Well, I prefer the latter point. The former will most likely confiscate the 'Omnipotence' Key', hey, I was a little desperate at the time. I thought I would be captured and disappear from the world. Who knew, she just left like that. Even better, thanks to the meticulous disguise I made before going out, which was different from the one in the morning, She didn’t notice that I was the inconspicuous person in the Russell exhibition who got dizzy and almost vomited when she glanced at it.”

"I don't need to worry about that devil dog anymore. After meeting Mr. Edward, the little devil meets the big devil."

"As for things in the museum, they are looking for a special spirit body, a strange existence. What does it have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty?" Klein joked to himself, feeling increasingly at ease.

Of course, he dared to go home because he had predicted it in advance, just like he was not afraid of completely unsolvable traps in the museum.

Phew, this matter is over... What are you doing today? Practice your extraordinary abilities and go to Cragg Club to grab some food? Well, I wonder what happened to the devil dog. Will the church and officials continue to investigate? Would you like to write another letter to Isengard Stanton to give you a little reminder?

As his thoughts swirled, Klein heard someone approaching and moving away from outside. Any more letters? He opened the door in confusion and saw a letter lying in the mailbox.

This letter is from Eisinger Stanton.

Back in the house, Klein opened the envelope with a letter opener and carefully read the letter from the great detective to him. Essinger first reported the good news in the letter, saying that with the help of Klein, he had successfully found important clues. However, he did not clearly state the suspect's information. Instead, he vaguely mentioned a ferocious black dog whose owner died in a gang fight. . It seems that Sherlock is also an extraordinary person and has already known the truth of the serial murder case in advance.

Klein felt relieved and replied to Essinger. It seems that this matter has finally come to an end, and we can just wait to collect the money.

The bounty for the devil dog is two thousand pounds, and he can get some of it no matter what. But if he guessed correctly, the decisive force that really caught the devil dog should be Edward Vaughn. It seems that he deserves the bounty. Maybe he should inform the other party, and maybe share some of the bounty he got with the other party. , as to whether angels can afford such vulgar money is another matter. Klein selectively ignored the fact that Edward had the ability but did not take the initiative to capture the demon dog, instead allowing it to claim dozens of lives in Backlund.

Klein had already thought about today's arrangements. When the Extraordinary gathering couldn't be held and the corresponding items couldn't be purchased, he suddenly felt free and didn't need to be busy anymore for a short time.

"In the morning, go to the Cragg Club to practice shooting and extraordinary abilities, and have lunch there. Then find a better circus and watch the magician's performance to see if you can get some inspiration." He took out his gold-case pocket watch. After taking a look, I boarded the public carriage in a good mood.

At the Cragg Club, Klein met Dr. Allen, who complained to him about his recent bad luck and sought some occult help.

148

Maria stared intently at the crying man in front of her.

Everyone in the office heard her speak without emotion: "Did you betray Doctor Black to the Church of Storms?"

"He saved your life! Your whole family's life!"

"You broke your leg and were lying at home, while your wife and children were waiting to starve to death. He was the one who treated you for free!"

"how dare you!"

Her questions were so sharp that they broke down the man's inner defenses in an instant. The last bit of pretentious guilt on the man's face disappeared without a trace. His legs became weak and he tremblingly defended himself: "I, I had no choice but to do that! I am a believer of the great Lord of Storms, but the pastor of the church The adults actually came to my house to check for abnormal elements! Someone must have reported me! Someone thought that my broken leg would definitely not be cured, so they thought there was something wrong with me! Maybe, maybe it was someone in the other half of the house who reported me. Jealous of how much I earn! It’s not my fault, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong Miss Maria, my son is only five years old, I..."

"Shut up."

"People in the church told me that if the report is true, I can get a reward of 20 pounds. Do you think I don't know your little thoughts?"

Maria had no response to his cry: "You betrayed your benefactor for personal gain, which is unkind. You want to change your name and move to evade responsibility, which is immoral... We will not give you any more assistance, either leave the East District, or Starve to death here after spending all 20 pounds."

"No, Miss Maria! I really have no choice!"

The man was shocked and reached out to grab Maria's clothes: "My son is only five years old and my wife just lost her job. I can't live without a job!"

"Poor Doctor Black, he actually saved a bastard like you back then." Maria avoided his hand in disgust and was stingy about giving him another look. Seeing that the conversation was over, several other people stepped forward in silence and took the man who was still begging and lying on the ground out. Maria clenched her fists, suppressing the anger in her heart and the desire to swing it somewhere and smash something. After suppressing it for a moment, the intense emotion turned into helplessness. She looked away, knowing the answer but still couldn't help but say: "Is there really no way to save him..."

"He is the only doctor in our East District who is willing to treat workers! We found the healing priest with great difficulty!"

"Miss Maria, there is nothing we can do." A man with dark blue hair standing by the door said sadly, "It's useless to ask us for help. The current policy of the Aurora Society is to shrink its power and secretly expand the scope of charity activities. If It’s okay if it’s the Little Storm Church, but he was caught in the Holy Wind Cathedral… No one has the authority to use so much power!”

"So, we can only give up on him, right?"

A long silence.

After a long time, the other people in the office opened the door and left silently one by one, leaving only Maria. After a long time, the sun gradually set, the sky darkened, and she fell silent in the increasingly dark room.

"Miss Maria." Admissor knocked on the door and came in, lighting a candle. His face looked a little ugly, "There is someone here again from Kapin."

Maria's arm shook violently. She raised her head, her eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Tell him to go back, or leave the finger if he doesn't." She slowly straightened her upper body and once again assumed the serious and cruel temperament she had developed over the years. Her voice was full of majesty that could not be rejected, "I Charity schools are not established to serve disgusting maggots like them, and I will not betray any of my girls or children until I am dead!"

Admissor was not surprised by this answer. He nodded heavily and left the room, leaving the candles and candlesticks behind.

Maria took a deep breath. The time and situation did not allow her to be sentimental anymore. Ever since she decided to devote herself to charity activities and follow in the footsteps of the leader, she has encountered such powerless situations countless times. No money, no power, no useful connections, no right to speak... It is impossible to let the children get a better education. We can only let the seriously ill patients in the charity hospital euthanasia in their dreams. The workhouse can no longer Adding even one more bed, even knowing the culprits who kidnapped and trafficked the girls would not make them punished... But she could never get used to this feeling of despair and frustration.

How much power can you gain if you sell your soul to another leader? How many more people can be saved?

I'm too weak...

TBC

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*The bet between the two evil gods known to heaven and earth, bets on the fate of the world and the choices of human beings.

*The teachings of the Pilgrimage Sect are "Life is a journey of accumulating pain and happiness, and life is a journey from birth to death." Don't endure the pain of living, don't expect happiness after death, cherish the time you are alive, and use your own hands to bring beauty. Pain and happiness coexist in life, and the two leaders represent the most intuitive good and evil in a universal sense. Richard, who is good in order, and Edward, who is evil in chaos, also symbolize the current situation within the sect: bad money drives out good money, factories that care for workers are squeezed out, and kind people cannot survive because of their kindness. In order to do good, they must learn to be cruel, callous, and even evil.

This seems to be putting the cart before the horse, but it is sadly true.

Everyone was attracted by Richard's charisma and united together, but when they encountered irresistible violence, or were tortured to the point of physical and mental exhaustion by the world, the angels themselves were unable to protect themselves, and their beliefs were crushed by reality. Another leader ( The devil) became the final destination.