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

twenty three

After passing through the gate to the spirit world, we arrived at a cemetery somewhere. Then I was watched carefully by the frightened women. Together they reported the murder case to the police station and passed on some information through a big golden retriever dog. After hearing the news (I was distracted in the process, but it did not prevent me from seeing these scenes), the two ladies finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Highland tea, Marquis black tea." I invited them into the living room to sit down, then went into the kitchen and took down the silver tea can from the shelf, "There are also Bailang's coffee beans. Misses, what would you like to drink?"

"Coffee, just give me a cup of coffee, thank you." Miss Fors pushed the hair on the side of her face behind her ears, and hung her hat on the hanger on the wall. She and the young lady named Hugh looked at each other, and then answered for the other, "She would like a glass of milk, sir."

I saw the petite girl looking at the silver tea can in my hand several times, seemingly reluctant to part with it.

But she didn't stop her companions from helping her speak. I can understand that this is the "reservation" of human beings. It is a common social etiquette to choose some relatively ordinary food and gifts when you first arrive. So, with a slightly regretful look in her eyes, I put the tea can back, took out the top-quality Balam coffee beans that were offered as a sacrifice by a certain believer and were said to be hard to find, and ground them.

It's half past three, which is a bit early. But after finishing baking the pastries, it was time to enjoy afternoon tea in peace.

When the hot coffee emits a rich aroma after being stirred for several minutes, the cake in the oven also happens to emit an attractive sweet aroma. The weather was cold, so I placed the still-steaming desserts on a three-layer porcelain dessert plate, and placed the cream jam and milk cubes separately. It's rare for real ordinary people to participate in my afternoon tea, so I prepared more pastries that are more in line with human tastes. It's exactly four o'clock now, a perfect time, and every afternoon tea must be exactly the same.

The two ladies still looked a little embarrassed, and their eyes wandered around the complete set of furniture that I had reproduced based on the Baroque style in my memory. I understand, I also think it is too expensive, and I should reduce the gold and silver reliefs and gem and jade inlays, but this set of furniture has been with me for two hundred years, and it is still a handmade piece of Intis royal family sponsored by Russell, so I am a little reluctant to throw it away.

"Relax, we can talk while we eat."

I gave them a reassuring smile and whispered softly: "You two ladies, have you discussed where to start the explanation?"

"Okay, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Vaughan." Miss Forse spoke first. I don't know if it was my imagination. Her hand holding my gold cloisonné enamel tea set was shaking a little, as if she was afraid of it falling. , "The man we met today is the pirate general, 'Hurricane Vice Admiral' Qilingos. He can fly. Well, do you know about extraordinary abilities? That is, have you ever experienced anything that goes against nature in your life? ?”

"I know." I nodded. That is the Sequence 6 Wind Blessed of the Storm Passage, of course I know. However, even Sequence 6 was able to sneak into the pirate general's queue. It seems that the sea is quite safe now.

"Do you know anything about the 'Four Kings and Seven Generals' among pirates?"

"With a little knowledge, I know that the leader of the Dawn is the Queen of Mystery, named Bernadette Gustave." I answered.

Miss Forse and Miss Hugh looked at each other. Forsi's expression was obviously confused. She organized her words and said: "Qilingos was a pirate who committed many crimes and committed many crimes. No ship he encountered survived, not even his intact body. It’s hard to find…”

I nodded. The magical item of the shepherd's glove made me suspect that he was related to the aurora. His taste was undoubtedly attractive, and I regretted not being able to eat him there.

"...When I escaped from him, the door I opened was done with extraordinary abilities. Of course, it was not my power."

Miss Fors was very modest. As she spoke, she stood up and demonstrated to me how to pass through a wall through virtualization. I sincerely praised her. After all, the Devil's Path really didn't have such a little trick. After she sat down, she grabbed a piece of smoked salmon sandwich, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it with her coffee. I didn't think this combination would be very delicious. After all, these refreshments should be paired with fragrant black tea. Sure enough, her expression also twisted.

twenty four

"The extraordinary world is very scary. If you are not careful, you will lose control. Wild extraordinary people can easily be captured by the church..."

"...Are you curious about extraordinary power? I'm very sorry, but your age has passed the stage where you can safely become an extraordinary person... No, it is best not to use it as material in the book. In that case, it will be easy to teach Chavas Meter, by the way, which god are you a believer in?”

"The path I belong to is "Apprentice", and I am currently at Sequence 9. I wonder where Qilingos is now. Is he still chasing us? Alas, I am really sorry today. Without your help, we might have... Hugh, should we go to the church and sleep for a few days, waiting for him to be arrested? "

Time passed slowly, and the top layer of the three-story snack tower was eaten. Miss Fors praised my skills in making desserts and couldn't put it down for the palm-sized dark chocolate mousse cake, which she would only eat a small amount from a spoonful. Even the serious Miss Xio slowly unfurled her knitted eyebrows during the afternoon tea and gradually immersed herself in enjoying the delicious food. After finishing the coffee, I took the initiative to help them make my favorite highland black tea, "because Miss Hugh kept looking at it and seemed to miss it very much." I answered this, and they had no choice but to accept it.

"...You are so perceptive, Mr. Vaughn." Miss Xio smiled and sipped the hot black tea. The delicious snacks and relaxed atmosphere made her unknowingly let go of her caution and concern for me. Defensive, she hesitated for a long time and finally answered, "My family is a declining aristocracy. When I was a child, my father often made me afternoon tea with highland black tea."

"The ruined nobleman?" I couldn't help but become curious, showing the writer's enthusiasm for inspiration and material. "Can you tell me your last name? If you don't feel offended."

"My name is Hugh Dilcha." The blond lady pursed her lips and said in a self-deprecating tone, "My real last name is "Dilcha". It was many years ago. It should be No one remembers—"

"Diel? A nobleman who has fallen into decline in the past twenty years. Are you a member of the Dill family, a family member of Earl Mason Dill?" I dug out a page from my memory and flipped through the two insignificant sentences above. He asked in a normal tone, "That count bought an opera from me in the early years. I only have a little impression of him. He seems to be an upright and honorable person."

Miss Xio's eyes suddenly widened.

Her emotions switched between "excitement" and "fear", and she also had "doubt"... Is this lady doubting me? Do you suspect that I am someone related to her father's death? I remember it was because the current king of Loen wanted to be promoted to the Black Emperor. The earl knew the inside story but was unwilling to accept the reality, so he died naturally. I find this difficult to understand. It is obvious that human beings are always in a vortex of fighting and killing each other, and they must squeeze other people out at all costs to gain life. What's wrong with having one more true god in your country? With stronger force, higher status, greater wars and more wealth, why should you resist?

Very boring. I think. The prosperous world is boring. Everything will decline one day. The meaning of goodwill and all virtues is just because it will be destroyed one day. Just as life exists for death, buildings and great achievements are most spectacular only when they fall when they are most magnificent. .

I was waiting for her to ask me something and then reveal some information along the way. But Miss Xiu didn't speak. She suppressed the urge to learn the truth and sat back with gritted teeth. She didn't believe me. This is a pity, because I originally wanted to treat this as a "devil's deal". I would give her the truth she wanted, and she would give me her own identity and soul in exchange, thereby adding to the obstacles for the emperor who was preparing to become a god. .

Naturally, I am not happy to see another god on earth.

The atmosphere of afternoon tea became a little heavy, and Miss Fors probably felt the embarrassment, so she resigned at the most appropriate time. I smiled and agreed to her request, packed her a portion of the freshly baked chiffon cake, and then sent them out of my villa.

25

I collected the leftovers, baked a starry sky pie using the most out-of-control technique, and offered it to my allies as usual.

…Hey, why doesn’t He open the door to the Kingdom of God?

26

It was already dark, and I was lying comfortably on the sofa listening to the prayers of believers, but I always felt as if I had forgotten something. After thinking carefully about everything that happened today, I realized that I forgot to go to Tingen.

….

Blame the mythical creature's sense of time. I immediately got up and put on my coat, picked up my cane, put on my hat, and opened a door at the farthest distance in the direction of the city. As soon as I stepped out, a steam train whizzed past my forehead. I stretched out my hand to hold down my hat that was almost blown off. When I opened the door for the second time, I stood in the door frame and looked down. Below was a dirty river used to discharge wastewater. I thought about it for a while, and then I used the prototype of the Kingdom of God as a medium to enter the spiritual world.

I don’t really like traveling to the spirit world. Because the sun always favors me especially, and it will be the same this time. ——I just ate one of your angels, and you took back all the extraordinary characteristics. As for being obsessed with me like this? Among the Blood Worship Cult and the three demon families, two of the top leaders were killed by me, leaving only three or two branches. Didn’t they come to me for revenge?

Five minutes later, I escaped from the spirit world. The singed ends of my clothes and hair and the hat that no longer existed made me look somewhat embarrassed, but that was the extent of the damage a single gaze could bring to me.

The sun had completely set, and night hung heavily in the sky over this small town. All the gas street lights had been turned on long ago, bringing bright light to the not-so-narrow road. The shops on both sides also turned on their lights, children lingered outside the glass of toy shops and gift shops, and gentlemen and women walked arm in arm on the street. It's late autumn and it's been cold recently, so people have put on thick coats.

I admired all this casually, looking forward to the city being destroyed by the arrival of allies. It would probably be as worthy of preservation as the crystal ball music box in the window. Although it is not worth mentioning, the reason for its destruction is very meaningful. . In this case, should we take the whole thing away and make it a "world in a bottle"? My collection has not been updated for a long time.

The peaceful night outing was soon broken, because a very beautiful lady walked out quickly from a corner.

Her long brown hair was draped casually over her shoulders. Although her clothes were a bit messy, there was no trace of panic in her round and bright brown eyes. Instead, they were full of contented joy, and her steps were jumping and fast.

She didn't wear high heels and walked lightly and silently on flat shoes. Although she looked very hidden, the spider silk on her body and the aura of joy that had not dissipated were as obvious as a bright light in the dark night. Probably because she didn't expect anyone to be standing here, the lady paused for a moment, then her eyes flashed with joy at seeing her prey, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised, revealing a charming, charming smile that belonged exclusively to a witch.

The Witch Lady came closer. She seemed to have killed several people in a short period of time, and the aura of depravity and death on her body had not yet dissipated. It made her smell as sweet and inviting as sponge cake drizzled with honey, and I rolled my Adam's apple at it. She obviously misunderstood what I meant. She chuckled and leaned closer, using seductive words to ask me to protect her safety and send her home safely.

I don't like eating witches. Although they are delicious, they are always too sweet, but there is no reason not to eat the blood sacrifices delivered to your door.

"Hope we have a wonderful evening, beautiful lady."

The witch smiled, and I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

27

Before nine o'clock, Klein, who was about to report to Dunn about the madness of Hood Organ, a member of the "Psychological Alchemy Society" in the asylum, knocked on the door of the captain's office. After getting permission, he pushed open the door and found the captain eating breakfast while reading the newspaper in his hand. Dunn nodded towards Klein and said with dark gray eyes:

"You came just in time, there is another case that needs your help."

"Are there any more? Are they all involving extraordinary cases?" Klein asked subconsciously.

"Remember the previous case? City Councilman Mr. Maynard was found dead at home in the early morning of September 1. The Tingen Police Department was under great pressure and hoped that we would use psychic methods to help them find the murderer as soon as possible. Yeah, but Old Neil took a day off that day and was going to watch a play with Mrs. Salister, so I had to arrange for you to be a psychic."

Dunn explained, and then added: "This case is related to it. The deceased Mr. Maynard's mistress, Mrs. Sharon, was found dead at home this morning, with a ferocious expression, limbs broken, and all internal organs ejected , the scene was horrific.”

Klein's hair stood on end when he heard this, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on his cane.

"Mrs. Sharon's death may involve something extraordinary, but it may also be that the method of committing the crime was too cruel." Dunn warned, "Proceed with caution."

TBC

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*A bug was found and a modification was made.

It is now 9.4, and there are still five days until the true Creator descends.