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

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"You're going to go to sea?"

Alger looked at the tall man in front of him who was cooking in an apron with his sleeves rolled up. He couldn't help but frown. He felt that there was no academic atmosphere in him, and he didn't seem to be able to afford such a hard and simple dress. A high reward of more than five hundred pounds.

Richard pushed aside a fallen tuft of hair, pushed up his glasses, and replied very cordially: "Yes, it's me."

"I'm going to go to sea to conduct some research and investigation. I need the help of a senior team who are proficient in various sea areas. The pay is good. Are you the pirate captain in the tavern who is leading the cooperation?"

Senior team... Alger felt a little funny about this term. As a "navigator" who had finished digesting the potion, he could definitely stand up to the term. Although the search for the Sequence 6 potion entrusted by the Tarot Society has not yet been completed, if it is found in the future, it will definitely cost a lot of money.

No, it should be said that money is needed in all aspects, no matter when, no matter what you do, you need money. This commission was just enough to pass the time a year ago, fooling his own sailors. Alger didn't want to rush for performance, nor did he want to be the tail end of the crane. He maintained an above-average grade, worked slowly in the church, and was promoted without attracting anyone's attention. his purpose.

So he asked: "Where is your destination?"

Richard put down the spatula, handed the half-cooked egg fried rice in the pot to another chef at hand, and answered Alger seriously: "This is an inspection mission. My instructor asked me to go to sea to conduct research. My goal is Departing from the Port of Tyrinhos in the Rhoside Islands, I sailed all the way west, passing through the violent sea between the Southern Continent and Intis, passing through the Gulf of Desi and the island of Theros... After that, I want to explore the west side of the Oradek Islands. Further out to sea.”

If Klein were here and had a world map in hand, he would be surprised to find that the route chosen by Richard is exactly the same as what Russell wrote in his diary. He and the Four Knights once sailed on the "Black Throne" Almost unanimous! If you pass through the Oradek Islands and endure a long drift without soil or direction, you can finally reach that mysterious primitive island with all kinds of extraordinary creatures!

And if you really continue walking along this route, one day you will get a glimpse of the legendary "abyss".

Alger's pupils contracted.

The route appears to pass by his original island.

Naturally he realizes this, he has no virtue of sharing. Qilingos is dead. The primitive island densely populated with extraordinary creatures is his exclusive resource area and must not be known to others.

"Don't just fry the rice." Richard turned to the other chefs and said, "Sprinkle some chopped ham and green vegetables into it."

"Hey, lower the fire, and whoever gets fried will eat the crispy rice!"

The young chef who was instructed by Richard blushed, but he was not angry, just a little embarrassed. He carefully stir-fried the fried rice, controlled the heat, and sprinkled some chopped green vegetables and ham from time to time. His movements gradually changed from stiff and timid at the beginning to smooth and natural.

"Yes, yes, that's it, let's stir the pot again..."

As the fragrance gradually emerged, Richard turned his head with satisfaction and looked at Alger, who was still deep in thought: "What do you think?"

"...Before that, I would like to ask about the salary first." Alger did not answer. His greed made him take chances. After all, not everyone can find that island, and this person's goal may not be primitive. islands. At that time, you can deliberately deviate from the route, circle around the original island several times, and finally return without success.

"My salary is £600."

Alger raised his eyebrows and heard Richard say again: "If the inspection mission is completed, one hundred more. If we can return successfully, one hundred more."

Eight hundred pounds... Alger was a little tempted.

After all, he is familiar with that route and can avoid most dangers. Maybe this voyage will be as easy as a trip.

The young man in front of him said the salary of 800 pounds without batting an eyelid. Alger couldn't help but have some narrow-minded thoughts and deliberately made himself embarrassed: "You don't have a destination yourself, so you expect us pirates to help you plan your route." , this is very difficult. Maybe we will have to drift on the sea for more than a month. Not to mention how dangerous it is to go to Oradek itself. From the Oradek Islands to the west is the unknown sea. You should be able to understand the dangers... Prepaid Six hundred is too little, and I am responsible for myself and my sailors.”

Richard was not angry: "Then how much do you want?"

Alger, who lied without blushing and without a beating heart, ran away after being killed, and basically did not consider long-term sustainable cooperation. Alger, who could confidently use some basic knowledge of mysticism to defraud "justice" for a thousand pounds, threw out a number: "I have ten Crew. 1,200 pounds. Eight hundred in advance. We will buy the supplies ourselves. If there is any danger, your safety will be the highest priority."

After saying that, he stared at Richard closely, trying to see his expression.

Richard also looked at him and shook his head: "Sorry, please go back."

"Hey, I'm very familiar with the Raging Sea. This price is definitely right. Would you like to stop thinking about it?"

"Sorry, there is no reason for you to sit down and raise the price like this." Richard repeated, "Please come back."

Alger consciously grasped the other party's budget limit and did not leave. Instead, he pretended to recalculate and secretly observed Richard's behavior. Richard didn't chase him away. Garland, who was standing next to him and heard their conversation clearly, came over and whispered to Richard.

"That kid is a Sequence 7, not even a Sequence 6."

The gatekeeper with keen senses replied expressionlessly: "Blue hair, navigator, he must be the ghost captain Alger Wilson. It is said that he is also related to the Church of Storms. Even if he knows the routes, his reputation is not worth the price, leader , I’d better contact Her Majesty the Queen on your behalf.”

"If I borrow the Ludwell and the Black Tulip, even if Shia asks me for a discount on the next batch of weapons orders, the discount will only be about a thousand pounds. 800 is my limit, and it is indeed too expensive."

Richard thought for a while, then turned to look at Alger: "You said you are familiar with the Raging Sea. Can I pay to hire you as a guide? 200 pounds."

Alger hesitated for two seconds and shook his head firmly: "No. I only believe in myself."

"What if I promise that the other person will never hurt you?"

"That's not the problem." It's the problem that I don't want you to discover the original island. Alger shook his head again, deciding that it was impossible to make more money. But he really wanted to get this simple and well-rewarded task, so he showed a very embarrassed expression for the second time, sighed, and pretended to be irritated and said, "If you really can't get more, As for the money... six hundred is six hundred, I will try my best to let you come back alive, of course, I have to discuss it with my crew, I have to be responsible for them."

Richard felt a little funny. He completely saw through the ghost captain’s little thoughts, but he pretended not to know and readily agreed: “Okay.”

"Thank you for your understanding. Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

Alger looked around: "If you are currently living in this orphanage, then I will come here to find you after I make a decision."

"My name is Sistine Ernst."

Richard took out his fake identity certificate that had only been used for twenty years. It clearly stated that the nationality was Intis - this also made Alger look at the other party for a while with great confusion, as he was obviously a Feysacian. face and height. Richard didn't explain, so Alger returned the ID card, gave his name, and left his contact information. He looked around and suddenly had a strange association.

"Your surname is Ernst?" Alger asked incredulously, "Are you from the family that runs the Ernst Foundation...?"

"Ah, yes, I am the current manager."

Alger looked at Him holding the spatula, looking at His apron and dusty clothes. He was silent for a while, and suddenly became irritable again.

He walked back and forth several times, and his body movements and expressions clearly told the two people opposite him that he was really not in a calm mood right now.

After about half a minute, Alger calmed down and made a plan. His dark blue eyebrows were knitted together on his weather-beaten face. His expression was a little annoyed: "...Okay, Mr. Ernst, I'm sorry for what I just said. I apologize for raising prices on the ground, but you should also know that those of us who make a living at sea will not be unreasonable."

Richard understood something and smiled: "Okay."

"I'm... tsk, I've heard a little bit about your foundation's charity work. There's no need to discuss it. The remuneration will be as you say."

"People like you shouldn't come to these chaotic and dangerous places at all. Well, I will try my best to send you back safely."

"I also appreciate you thinking about me." Richard smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, let's set off as soon as possible, Mr. Wilson."

224

Silver City, Berg family.

Derrick woke up, with the reflection of lightning lighting up everything in his eyes. He looked around and didn't feel like he was being monitored.

However, the experienced and sophisticated Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s accurate reasoning and calm and confident attitude towards the previous events convinced Derrick that his guess was definitely correct, and that there must be someone or a few people with special abilities at this moment. Extraordinary people are peeping at themselves in the secret.

Derrick rolled over and moved his body out of habit.

During this process, some analysis and suggestions from "The Hanged Man" quickly emerged in his mind: "So far, no one has found you or put you in a dungeon. This shows that your 'chief' and The other elders of the 'Six-person Council' are more inclined to observe, hoping to find a way to escape the abandoned land of the entire Silver City from Amon, the first living person they have met in more than two thousand years.

"So, as long as you don't do anything too outrageous, they will definitely not alert you rashly, lest Amon discover anything unusual."

"In this way, their surveillance will not be too close. There is a high probability that they will not notice that you have coughed up the 'worm of time'. Their subsequent reactions also indirectly prove this."

"Similarly, they should only be able to observe what rituals you are performing, but they cannot figure out who you are praying for. You can complete the ritual of asking for blessings openly and blame it all on Amon afterwards. Of course, you must pretend Be cautious enough and be prepared to undergo examinations by different sequences of Beyonders such as 'psychoanalysts' after everything is over. You can pray to Mr. Fool for help in this matter..."

Following the advice of "The Hanged Man", Derrick walked around the table twice, carefully closed the window, lit candles, and arranged the ceremony of asking for blessings.

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Above the gray mist, inside the majestic ancient palace.

Klein was idly looking at the stone pillars supporting the dome. At this moment, the crimson star corresponding to the "sun" shone brightly, and soon rippled out, condensing into an illusory and mysterious door, and the entire gray fog Above it, a little power was stirred, like water flowing.

Hearing the layers of prayers, Klein lowered his head and looked at the "all-black eye" in front of him.

"I hope little 'Sun' won't lose it, otherwise Mr. World will have to die heroically..."

With emotion, Klein spread his spirituality, driving the flowing gray mist power towards the illusory door, stabilizing the transmission channel.

Immediately afterwards, he put the "Total Black Eye" into an iron box, threw it into the gap of the mysterious door, and said casually:

"Do not touch the contents directly."

After doing all this, he didn't stay too long, because he knew that the little "Sun" would not find the opportunity to act so quickly, and he didn't know when Miss "Magician" would be able to finish transcribing two chapters of "Spirit Realm Insights".

Klein's figure suddenly disappeared above the gray fog.

225

Outside the window of Klein's residence at No. 15 Minsk Street, a crow stood on the tree, watching Klein's movements.

He is not wearing his trademark little hat, but the white circles over his eyes identify him. Around three o'clock, he saw Klein returning to his living room very relaxedly, sitting on a soft recliner, then closing his eyes, as if taking a midday nap.

Taking a nap at this point is a bit strange, but not suspicious at all. However, immediately after, he felt a fluctuation that was very secret for other pathways and could not be detected without paying attention. However, it was very obvious for "thief", "seer" and "apprentice" high-sequence fluctuations.

Although he had been cut off from communication with other clones and his true body for more than a hundred years, Amon's existing memory still instantly understood the source of this strange fluctuation that made his spirit rejoice.

It’s the sefirah.

It’s Source Castle!

Is this ordinary person, no, this magician actually connected to Source Castle? And unlike Medici, who even with the help of his father was still unable to tame the "City of Disaster" immediately, so that he was reversely contaminated by the opponent, became stalemate, and finally died because of it... This magician actually and Source Castle has a stable and safe mystical connection, and there are no signs of being contaminated at all! Could it be that the blessed Xuanhuang Tianzun at the top of his path came to the earth? No, no, if that's the case, the Outer God has already determined it, and there is no need for him to find out...

Could it be said that the magician is controlling Source Castle? This is simply unbelievable. It is impossible for him to do it if he wants personality without personality, and strength without strength.

The most likely possibility is that someone has mastered the Source Castle. No, this is almost impossible under the premise that the imprint of the Heavenly Lord exists. It should be said that there is someone who can leverage the power of the Source Castle. This person is called Klein Moretti. He is one of the people chosen by Him, there must be something special about him... Amon thought in trance, and then saw Klein gradually waking up, stretching, and then came to the window to open it To get some air, he quickly moved behind the leaves, hiding in the blind spot of his vision and continuing to observe.

Who could be up there, a new face or an old acquaintance?

About an hour later, Amon saw Klein going out, seemingly to buy ingredients for dinner. So he felt that there was no point in continuing to observe, so he flapped his wings and flew in the direction of the Jowood area.

TBC

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Hey hey hahahahahahahahaha, the update is coming!

The paper matter was settled, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But the progress here at the starting point is too fast... Now it's time for some of the readers who were diverted away by Old Ford to come over.