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

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The flesh and blood waiter found a mutilated corpse in the bathroom upstairs. The water tank and the tiles on the floor were already red and black. Maria's expression was not good, and she asked the flesh and blood waiter to repair the head of the girl in distress so that she could confirm the identity of the deceased and inform her family of the bad news.

Mr. Z leaned against the wall and smoked, looking at the clock on the wall. Several flesh-and-blood waiters who had gone out returned, bringing some clothes and coarse bread. The hungry girls quietly took the improvised clothes from the waiters, including cloaks, men's shirts, old windbreakers, and one or two woolen coats that looked good. Although it's a bit messy, at least you don't have to freeze in the cold wind.

Maria closed the window and lit the fireplace. The girls wrapped in clothes spontaneously huddled together on the old sofa. There was finally some heating in the room. The water has not yet heated up, and there is a trace of white steam coming out of the kettle's spout. The girls received a piece of bread distributed, a piece each, and a cup of hot water. They held the food, which was not much softer than wood, swallowed their saliva, and ate the dry bread in small bites.

"Thanks to you this time," Maria said.

"Thank you. If you hadn't revealed the information, I wouldn't have had the chance to contact you in time." Mr. Z took a deep drag on the low-quality cigarette without even frowning. It didn't have any so-called mellow flavor, and its only advantage was that it was particularly choking and harsh on the throat, making him never forget the difficult life he lived before he was saved by the Lord.

Mr. Z dusted off the cigarette ashes: "However, Ka Pingyuan wanted to buy and transform your school and workhouse into a den for selling slaves and women to rich people. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Did he instigate him?" Don’t people know that behind the Pilgrimage Sect there are angels who have been famous for hundreds of years?”

"The leader, His Highness Ernst, is currently far away at sea, and His Excellency Cosette and His Excellency Pereas are still more than two months away from this year's routine reporting. Now the forces in each region are almost isolated and helpless, even if they are threatened. There is no way to resist. Capin probably noticed this and chose now to attack." Maria stared at the girls in the living room, sighed deeply, and her long-term frown deepened, "Z Sir, your help was very timely. Oh, the head of Backlund's Eastern District is actually only a Sequence 6. I really feel guilty for my weakness."

"Don't say that, Miss Maria, your kindness and tenacity are well known to everyone in the East District." Mr. Z was a little confused, "Then what are you going to do when you break up with Kapin this time?"

"Another His Highness is interested in Kapin's soul."

"You mean His Highness Vaughn... Indeed, His sacrifice is coming, and we haven't prepared enough sacrifices. It's simply too shameful."

Maria did not hide anything and told Mr. Z directly: "I want to use His power to get rid of this cancer in the East District."

"But, Miss Maria, even if there is no Kaping, there will still be Suoping and Maping. These filthy and rotten pustules cannot be eradicated, because the world is so desperate."

Mr. Z pressed the burnt cigarette butt into the window sill, leaving a shallow sunken scorch mark: "So follow the Lord and praise the Lord's name. I have never seen the peace and salvation promised by the seven gods, but I have experienced it personally. With the Lord’s blessings and grace, I have no doubts about Him and His kingdom. The Lord gave me suffering and saved me from it. My life was finally completed at the moment when I heard His holy voice. Baptized."

Seeing that Mr. Z's tone became more and more erratic and entered the missionary state unique to the devout believers of the Aurora Society, Maria opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing and listened quietly to him preaching the gospel of the Lord.

"...Man will suffer and work without food until the day he turns to dust, because God formed man from the dust."

"The Lord treats all living beings equally, fairly and justly. He doesn't care about our origins. Even without good education and etiquette, He still picked us out of the mud. He doesn't care about wealth. The nobles can donate a lot of money, but even if we have nothing, we have nothing. I don’t mind surrendering my life to my Lord immediately. When the Lord gave me strength, he first took away the warmth and happiness in my life, because only by being exposed to despair and cold can people learn how to stay warm and survive. But the ignorant people think that seeing death The seven gods who do not save are good, but our lord who gives alms and rescues the new ones is evil. Hmph, it’s just mediocre people. God’s will is like this, and no one else can predict it.”

Mr. Z said for a long time that no matter how much brain the people of the Aurora Society have left, they will use their lifelong language skills when praising the Lord and preaching. This state will last until the end of the mission. Mr. Z's throat was parched as he spoke, so he went to pour a glass of water. When he looked back, he saw that the girls who had eaten food and water were huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

It was getting dark. It was now around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the haze in Backlund had already obscured the light like evening.

"It seems like it took me a little long to say that."

"It doesn't matter."

Maria answered him and spoke before the other party started the second stage of his mission: "It's almost time. It's time for me to take the children back. We'll discuss the specific matters later. I will go to the Aurora Society to discuss it with you in detail."

"Are you leaving now?" Mr. Z was slightly surprised. "I'm going to talk to you now about the whereabouts of the money. You provided the channel. I'm just responsible for extorting and destroying as many corpses as possible. "Destroy the Traces, although this ten thousand pounds is nominally for the Aurora Society, I plan to give you at least 50% of it. Now that we are allies, we don't have to be limited by funds."

"..." Maria was a little moved. This was a huge amount of money, and she really should have a good discussion, but she couldn't worry about the girls.

Mr. Z struck while the iron was hot: "Miss Maria, thanks to you, I have the opportunity to compete for the best employees this month. Therefore, I can help you send these children back as my most basic gratitude."

"But you must not interfere with their beliefs."

"Faith is freedom given by God. If any of them are willing to follow our Lord, I will happily welcome new compatriots."

"Okay." Maria no longer insisted. She really needed help now, "Then I wish us a happy continued cooperation."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Miss Maria." Mr. Z said, "After settling them, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"

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When it was completely dark, Viscount Traynor was barbecuing in his garden.

There were no other servants in the garden, only the white-haired old butler stood beside the barbecue, brushing oil on the large pieces of ribs and chicken with a serious look on his face, taking care of every corner of the beef with precision. , without any error. Traynor half-crouched on the blanket and sprinkled the sauce with the same solemnity. From time to time, he glanced at the carefully handwritten recipe book lying next to him, and prepared the sauce according to the records on it. The grease fell drop by drop into the smokeless carbon underneath, stirring up a few fleeting wisps of green smoke and a burst of alluring fragrance.

In the distance, near the flower fence, a civet cat was lying in its luxurious cat nest, squinting its eyes and licking its paws. It sniffed the air, stopped licking its paws, and suddenly uttered human words: "You don't smell right."

Traynor was a little annoyed: "You can do it."

The civet cat hummed twice, walked elegantly to the barbecue grill, and temporarily lowered his head as he passed by the notebook. Then he picked up his paws next to the warm stove and wrapped them around Traynor's legs. He tilted his head and stared at the roast chicken on the shelf and the contractor who was working hard to grill it: "Why didn't you make mushroom roast sauce? It's better to use honey sauce." It’s too perfunctory.”

Traynor didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to touch the cat.

Riel bit him angrily, but unfortunately could not scratch the enemy's skin because he did not change into a demonic state.

The white-haired old butler smiled and filled the oven with some prepared lemon leaves and herbs to increase the fruity aroma of the roasted chicken. Then sprinkled with coarse salt and white sugar to enhance the freshness. Traynor insisted on applying a layer of chili pepper to the chicken according to his own preference. The pungent aroma soon spread as the chicken cooked. Riel hurriedly He covered his nose with his paws.

At this time, some vines on the garden wall suddenly moved a few times, and a golden head popped out.

Traynor looked at his roast chicken and clicked his tongue.

I saw the golden head moving a few times, and it seemed that it was trying to jump onto the wall. Soon a weighty shadow appeared on the wall. Although his movements were skillful, he was still restrained by his own weight. Shadow struggled a few times, and finally landed on the wall and rolled down.

"Great-great-uncle!"

The golden head happily ran towards the grill, brushing off the leaves and dust on his body as he ran. When he ran in front of Traynor, the strong smell of perfume and alcohol directly dissipated most of the aroma of the roast chicken.

"Stop!" Traynor shouted, and the blond young man suddenly braked, "Why are you here now? Did you calculate the time?"

"Don't I want to report to you the latest progress of weapon development..." The young man scratched his head, and the excess flesh squeezed his blue eyes into slits. He hung the triangular holy emblem of the God of Steam and Machinery. But his stature and perfume betrayed his eclectic and indulgent lifestyle.

"Didn't you come here for the fragrance?"

"Look what you said. I continued to study according to my great-great-grandfather's notes and the manuscript left by Emperor Russell, and the first stage of actual combat was successful." The young man did not shy away, because there were no outsiders present (not even anyone except him) A real person), "Great-great-uncle, I paid for these experiments out of my own pocket, and I had to hide them from the church. Is it okay for you to order some roast chicken for me?"

Traynor handed the old butler a table knife and signaled him to start cutting the meat. The old butler first carefully cut out a whole chicken leg, sliced ​​it, respectfully spread it with sauce, served it with cherry tomatoes and lobster soup, and handed it to Traynor. Then he cut off a chicken leg and wings very carefully, placed his hands on the small table in front of Riel, and filled a bowl of lobster soup for him.

"It is normal for the experiment to be successful. Emperor Russell and your great-great-grandfather have basically completed all the theoretical designs. Coupled with your ability, I am not surprised at all that it can succeed." Traynor struck a fork. Putting a piece of meat into his mouth, his movements were more casual and not so elegant. "The key is how effective they are, whether they can be mass-produced, and how much they cost?"

"These still need to be calculated, but the benefits must be more than ten times higher than the cost. After all, this is exclusive."

The young man found a place to sit down by himself, and happily took the steak and roast chicken that the old butler had cut for him: "The heavy machine gun went well, the shotgun went well, and I also made a submachine gun sample. I think All three of these can be used by ordinary people in the army. Heavy machine guns and submachine guns will definitely be very popular! Not only are they portable, but as long as the firepower is sufficient, their power will not lose to the Beyonders of Sequence 8. The shotgun has a wide range but lacks accuracy, which may It’s not very suitable for combat, but small-scale battles are definitely a good choice. We can sell it to the indigenous people on the Sunian Sea. They don’t have many extraordinary abilities, and they even fight with cold weapons and bones. They definitely need our technological products. . These firepower weapons will catch the Loen people off guard. After tasting the benefits, they will definitely continue to buy them, and the Loen people will also come to buy them!"

"Very good." Traynor praised him, "This matter will continue to be left to you. As long as you pass the third round of actual combat, immediately hand over the samples and drawings to me, and I will set up an assembly line in the factory in the Southern Continent. .By the way, Sharf, are the believers of the original moon still contacting you recently?"

Sharf took a bite of the barbecue and showed an intoxicated expression: "They are still here, great-great-uncle, why don't you stop them? It's really tiring to accompany them to have fun. Although I am very relaxed, they are really too... I still don’t want to have anything to do with the evil god.”

"This meat is so delicious! Can you tell me how to make it?"

Traynor laughed at himself: "The taste is delicious...at most it's average. When my father roasted this meat for the first time, even the nobles next door were alerted and shamelessly came over to eat. You can copy the recipe later and study it yourself."

"Will it smell so good?" Sharf was very interested.

The war bishop of the Sauron family changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. There is no need to talk about what happened two hundred years ago."

He suddenly became serious, sat upright, and said in a deep voice: "Sharf Maxwell! Listen carefully, I am now fulfilling the agreement with your great-great-grandfather and you to help you leave the shackles of the God of Steam. You want to Continue to contact the believers of the Original Moon. This is probably your only chance to gain their trust as much as possible. Soon, they should take the initiative to let you leave and serve the Original Moon."

"I understand, I will try my best to keep my heart, and then use their power to leave Intis."

"Yes. During this process, I will try my best to help you cover up. After you go outside, I will immediately arrange for people to clean up the traces you left and pick up your moon believers. After that, you will be free. First Find a place to hide for a while, such as the Rhoside Islands you have always been curious about."

Sharf raised his eyebrows, looking forward to it: "Anyway, everyone else is satisfied with their current life. It's good that I'm the only one running away. Although His Highness Bonova cares about us, he actually cares about our ability to control steam and machinery." The contribution made by the God of Steam. There are so many people in my family who believe in the God of Steam, and I am a dandy. It doesn’t matter if I am one more, and it doesn’t matter if I am one less. Great-great-uncle, you are the only one who has always cared about my future, and I am very grateful. You. By the way, Uncle Turing should have reached the maintenance period. I will come to check it on time next month. "

The old housekeeper smiled and lowered his head: "Thank you very much."

"Be smart, pay more attention to your surroundings, and act well." Trainor was noncommittal, "Turing was given to me by Charles. If anything happens to you again, he will really retire with honor."

TBC

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*I’m really happy to see everyone’s response, and there are rewards. Hahaha, the signing of the contract is far away, so don’t dream about it (.) The sense of substitution is very strong, I already feel like I have lost a million! My heart aches already!

tips:

Uncle → Father's younger brother → Traynor is one year younger than Charles.

Cosette and Pereas: the only two saints of the Pilgrimage sect. The former is the disaster priest resident in Feneport (formerly a pirate), and the latter is the master of prophecy resident in Lemberg (formerly a pirate). A member of the Moss Trappist Order, he believes in the Hidden Sages, but he really can’t learn anymore).