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

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Mr. A is giving a sermon.

"My Lord was once a great sun god and a unique creator, but he was betrayed by other gods and fell into filth..."

"Teacher!" The little blond girl listening to the class raised her hand, "Why was the Lord betrayed by other gods? Who betrayed the Lord?"

"All the gods!" Mr. A was very happy to get the response from the children. Only such sermons and teachings are meaningful. "The gods betrayed the Lord, took away the Lord's power, and made the sun eclipse from now on! They... "

"Ahem!" Maria, who was standing by the door, coughed quickly. Mr. A was talking enthusiastically and was very dissatisfied with being interrupted. Maria said with a wry smile, "How can you talk about the gods in front of children? What's more? Or is it the secret knowledge that has just been made public within the Aurora Society... If you say all those words, you will explode on the spot, don't do it just because you know flesh and blood magic?"

Mr. A looked at Mary disapprovingly: "If you can spread the gospel of the Lord, you will die even if you die. Apart from the secret knowledge, they will be our compatriots sooner or later. What's wrong with talking about it now?"

"...Don't decide the children's beliefs without authorization. I still hope that they will believe in the three gods, grow up peacefully, and stop having anything to do with us..." Maria sighed, " Mr. A, your arrival makes me feel very relieved and touched. When are you going to start entrusting me? And about the detective, please remember..."

"Sister Maria!" The little blond girl raised her hand again, "I like to listen to the new teacher tell stories!"

"No, you can't always listen to stories. You have to study grammar, arithmetic, and sewing!" Seeing that Mr. A was very happy, Maria quickly interrupted, "Just listen to those stories. Hurry up and start class! It's over. It’s been ten minutes!”

"What does it mean to just listen? This is the Lord's..."

Mr. A was dragged out by Maria. A middle-aged man who had been standing in the corner for a long time and did not dare to speak finally breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his patched windbreaker and tie and walked up to the podium where half of the class had been taken away. , said to the children of all sizes: "This is arithmetic class now. Today's lesson is addition and subtraction within one to ten. Everyone, look at the blackboard..."

"Please consider the entrustment quickly!"

"Why are you in a hurry? You can act immediately if you are not in a hurry." Mr. A was calm and didn't take it seriously. "If I want to sneak in smoothly, I have to wait for Kaping's extraordinary men to go out, but you can't even do it now." Don’t you know who the Extraordinaries are under him and what the shifts are? I’ve asked the flesh puppets to secretly station themselves near Caping’s house and kidnap the kidnapped people from their hands. Caping’s men should soon be restless. "

"As long as you have a plan. Of course, I'm sorry about the detective. I wanted to rescue the children as soon as possible, so I didn't refuse him..."

"I know, I know, Sherlock Moriarty, right? If I encounter him, I will try not to hurt him and let him leave safely without exposing myself, right? How dare a private detective It’s so bold to get involved in this kind of thing, I don’t know where the courage comes from.”

"...Maybe he has his own connections and methods." Cappin's mansion is quite dangerous, and Maria is also a little uneasy. She doesn't know what method the great detective Sherlock will use to obtain the internal structure diagram.

"Now that I'm here, don't worry. I will not fail and will never bring shame to the Lord."

Maria wanted to say something else, but seeing how confident Mr. A was, she said no more. There are a lot of internal affairs in schools and hospitals, and there are many unemployed people in the workers' guild waiting eagerly for her arrangements. Maria really doesn't have that much time to look at Mr. A.

After conversing for a few minutes, Maria hurriedly left. By the way, she told other idle people in the Pilgrimage Sect to pay attention to Mr. A's movements, lest he suddenly start telling secret knowledge and accusing the gods of their sins. Finally, he asked Everyone suffers together.

The blue-haired supervisor followed far behind, but Mr. A didn't mind. He followed a familiar route to some unobtrusive corners of the East District. This place is relatively sheltered and quiet. It will always be crowded with unemployed poor people who can't even afford to rent a shop on the ground. No better street girl will set foot here.

"Poor, it seems that the god you believe in has abandoned you."

The arrival of Mr. A did not bring any fluctuation to these stagnant people. Even if he said so, only a few people who were awake looked up, some old and young, with the same sad and numb faces.

“You pray day and night, have you ever received God’s salvation?”

“Have you ever experienced God’s grace in your life?”

"But we are pious enough." An old woman said intermittently with a sandpaper-like throat, "The pain in this world is for the happiness after death. After the suffering life is over, we can go to God and gain peace and harmony. Eternal happiness.”

One or two people nodded.

"If being pious can lead to salvation, then what's the point of the pain you are experiencing now?" Mr. A sighed, "The rich are so pampered that they never need to experience pain. As long as they are pious and donate money to the church, they can get the same peace as you. , then why do you have to suffer?"

No one responded for a moment.

The old woman was a little confused: this gentleman taught the doctrine the wrong way. It is written in God's teachings that no matter whether a person is poor or rich, as long as he is pious, he will receive the same treatment after death. Therefore, the sufferings during life are just trials to sharpen his faith. But when the gentleman in the red cloak said it, it seemed that only the poor needed training, and the rich didn’t need it... This, this doesn’t seem right? Isn’t faith the salvation of people? Think about it carefully, why is it wrong?

No, no, how can I doubt the benevolent goddess? On the Winter Ceremony Day, I did see my sleeping husband and children. They have undoubtedly found peace. I must pray devoutly before I can go to them. ...The old woman quickly cut off her thoughts and chanted in a low voice.

"...Sir, what do you think our pain is?"

When the old woman bowed her head to pray, the boy curled up opposite her asked - unlike the old man, although they are all the most likely to die in the East District, the lives of young people have just begun and will not Be content with the status quo – “This is what we are, poor and useless.”

Mr. A smiled: "Suffering is indeed tempering."

When the young man heard the same answer, he slowly lowered his head.

"But a truly merciful God will not sit idly by and ignore suffering! Pain can temper people's minds, and grief can awaken people's will. There are gains and losses. If you want to gain something, you must lose something first. Great Lord, It is in this way that He sifts His most excellent Lambs from the earth and then saves them.”

Mr. A turned around and stretched out his hand to the blue-haired man leaning on the wall: "Take out the food."

The blue-haired man was stunned: "Ah?"

“Take it out as soon as you have it!” Mr. A said, “I’ll pay you back later!”

Faced with Mr. A's extremely intimidating and justified request, the blue-haired man had no choice but to fumble around on his body, then took out half a piece of black bread from the left pocket of his jacket, and took out a piece of wheat bran toast from the right pocket of his trousers. . As if by magic, he actually took out a fingernail-sized amount of inferior cream wrapped in tinfoil from his outer pocket.

Mr. A took it over and held it high. When they saw the food, all the people who were awake or pretending to be asleep looked at him, their gray faces full of longing like sunflowers chasing the sun.

"You have been deceived by the rhetoric of false gods!"

"If they are truly merciful, how can they turn a blind eye to your prayers?"

"But the Lord will save you." Mr. A said loudly, "I was born in the poorest and filthiest place. After experiencing pain and despair, I was saved by the Lord and was able to look up at the sun in the mud. Now, I have power, money and status. , I bring the glory of the Lord to redeem my compatriots! Don’t be afraid, come to my side, and follow the great "True Creator" together! "

"Hey." The blue-haired man said quickly, "Don't take me with you!"

If food is just a temptation, then Mr. A’s speech is an extremely effective shot in the arm. The same origin and experience suddenly narrowed the distance between him and the poor. The most acceptable thing for people is to share the same fate with themselves. People are most willing to listen to people with the same destiny tell their stories. They looked longingly at Mr. A, who was obviously neither malnourished nor a homeless man. They looked at the cheap but life-saving low-quality bread in his hands, as if they were seeing a miracle happening in front of them.

The sounds of swallowing came one after another. The mere presence of food was enough to stimulate the nerves of the poor people, but they still lacked an opportunity to stand up bravely and just watched.

Mr. A was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

At this moment, the young man who had just taken the initiative to talk to Mr. A suddenly stood up, mustered up the courage to cross the crowd and came to Mr. A. His slightly trembling voice showed his wavering and determination.

"I, I want to follow, follow the Lord."

He bravely raised his head and looked directly at Mr. A, fearful and determined.

Mr. A became serious, straightened his body, and solemnly placed his palm on the young man's heart. At this moment, in the eyes of the poor people in the East District, he seemed to have the Holy Light in his body, even compared to the righteous archbishop: "Time will prove you are right."

"We are people of the same destiny. We are destined to accept suffering and are destined to be redeemed. From now on, the Lord's merciful eyes will fall on you, and we will advance and retreat together to be with Him."

Mr. A patted the boy's shoulders and head once each, and drew an inverted cross. His expression was solemn, as if he was actually undergoing a baptism:

"Welcome, my countrymen."

Then, he broke half of the black bread in his hand and gave it to the boy. Seeing this scene, the poor people suddenly became excited and rushed to stand up and walk towards Mr. A, for fear that they would not be able to get their share of the bread.

The young man took the bread solemnly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt that he was not that hungry. Countless painful faces that he had seen when he spent time with him flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly felt that he should do something.

He raised his head and saw Mr. A looking at him, with a gentle and encouraging look that he had never seen since his birth, just like an imaginary parent he had never seen before. Like a kind teacher in a church school.

"Go ahead." Mr. A said, "Do what you want."

The people behind him have squeezed in to one meter in front of Mr. A, and the person in front is almost touching the boy’s back. But Mr. A didn't say anything, so they didn't dare to speak. This corner was eerily quiet.

The young man gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around vigorously, and imitated Mr. A just now, holding up half a piece of black bread in his hand.

"Lord, the Lord says! We are people of the same destiny!"

"Well, since this is the case, then, since the priest gave the bread to me, then I should share it with you..."

Under the oppressive gaze of more than a dozen people, the boy's voice became smaller and smaller. He glanced at Mr. A in panic, only to find that his face was filled with relief and joy, and he even made an encouraging gesture. The boy got a little bolder, and he bravely broke the half piece of black bread in his hand into more than ten small portions, which were only a circle larger than his thumb. Starting from the one standing at the front, he distributed them one by one to everyone present. people.

A few people couldn't wait to eat the finger-sized bread, but more people said nothing and looked at the young man and Mr. A with surprise and respect. At this time, no one had any doubts.

After the distribution, the boy's hands were empty, so Mr. A handed him the wheat bran toast and poor-quality butter.

"You deserve this and you will make a great believer."

The young man was flattered, but he would not express his gratitude, so he blushed and lowered his head shyly.

"Everyone, please listen!" Mr. A faced everyone and said in a loud voice, "As you can see, the Lord used the hands of this compatriot to convey the signal of salvation to you! You already have the qualifications to follow the merciful Lord. , but you still have freedom. If you are willing to go with me, come to my side."

"Hey, you are so good at preaching." Seeing everyone standing beside Mr. A in silence, the blue-haired man covered his face in pain, "Our unemployment problem hasn't been solved yet? Since You are here to preach and attract people, so bring them to the Aurora Society as soon as possible..."

Mr. A raised his eyebrows: "Of course I will take them away, but you are also the Lord's allies after all. Can't you afford some resettlement?"

"I... forget it, okay, there are only fifteen people, I can afford it myself." The blue-haired man covered his face and squatted on the ground, making a painful sound, "I will spend at least 2 pounds... Miss Maria You will definitely scold me, Mr. A, you must pay me back and beg for mercy!”

Mr. A rolled his eyes: "You people from the Pilgrimage Sect really like to nag. I understand, let's go."

"Let's place it near my home first. I have an empty warehouse at home. Although it's not big, it can sleep a dozen people if it is squeezed in."

The blue-haired man stood up resignedly and led the way: "And at least it can protect you from the wind and rain, so that the elderly and children will not get cold. The most important thing is that I must put you in place before my wife comes back, otherwise she will definitely try to I have arranged for a few people to live in my home, but all the floors of my home are rented out... So, everyone, let’s run!”

TBC

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What I imagined: I write slowly and everyone reads slowly.

In reality: I want to write slowly, but people use rewards to force me to write twice as fast.

It's scary, bro, don't do it again.

Writing Mr. A is quite easy.