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

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In Queens, in a house that was not very inconspicuous here, the gathering of extraordinary persons convened by Mr. A was going on as scheduled.

Forsi and Xio changed their attire, accompanied Viscount Graylint who put on an iron black mask into the hall, and found a random place to sit down.

Before the party officially started, Viscount Graylint wrote his needs to the waiter and prayed to the goddess, hoping that someone would respond later.

Forsi was as lazy as usual, and rarely wore a hood, covering his face with shadows.

She was thinking about Mr. Lawrence. It is suspected that the old man of the Abraham family died in the hotel, leaving behind a small "diamond" and a special notebook, asking her to give these relics to others. As for what that eye-sized "diamond" was, she knew very well that it was the extraordinary characteristic left behind by the other party, but she could not yet confirm which sequence it belonged to.

Forsi flipped through the notebook and found that many of the pages in it were still blank, and the part with written content was filled with all kinds of strange, weird, mysterious symbols and magic signs, which were completely beyond Forsi's mind. The scope of thinking’s knowledge.

It doesn't matter what it is, what's important is that I have to keep my promise... Forsi warned himself.

At this time, Mr. A, sitting on the single sofa with an exaggerated hood, spoke hoarsely: "I have a mission."

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'Fool'."

ah? Forsi suddenly came out of his thoughts.

"Fool?" The Extraordinaries who attended Mr. A's party were either chewing the word to themselves, or whispering to their companions, discussing whether they had met anyone with similar beliefs.

At this time, Mr. A asked the waiter next to him to hold up a blackboard with a few lines written in Rune script:

“A fool who is not of this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

While everyone was examining the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse voice that was quite uncomfortable:

"Don't read the above content in Hermetic. Giant, Elf, Dragon, and Ancient Hermetic are even worse. You can't even use them to write corresponding descriptions, otherwise terrible things will most likely happen.

"Help me find those who believe in the 'Fool'. Of course, they may also follow the 'mysterious master above the gray fog', the 'yellow and black king in charge of good luck'. If you get any clues, tell me immediately. I The rewards given will be greater than you can imagine!”

"This description... sounds like an extraordinary existence. I have only seen similar titles in the books of the Seven Gods!" A member of the party exclaimed.

His companion shook his head and said: "Many cult objects will have similar descriptions."

"Is it really a cult?" Other party members blurted out in shock after hearing their discussion.

"It should be, generally speaking, the spiritual creatures we summon may also have three paragraphs of description like this, but one of them must be 'the favor of so and so' or something like 'belongs exclusively to so and so', it will not be This form!" A party member who is well versed in occult theory gave the theory.

A fool who does not belong to this era... Isn't this the description I saw on that piece of paper? I even had a dream about an evil spirit! "At the same time, Xio also remembered the incident that left her with lingering fear, but her long experience as a bounty hunter prevented her from revealing anything unusual.

While they were having a heated exchange, Forsi was completely stunned.

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At night, Klein, who was about to get into bed, once again came above the gray fog.

He was quite sleepy and was immediately shaken to his senses by the news told by Miss "Magician".

"Does the Aurora Society know about The Fool? Does it know my honorable name? The True Creator has locked onto me?" Klein suddenly sat up straight, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He quickly rejected the last guess. If the "True Creator" had indeed targeted him, Mr. A would have already come to collect the copper pennies from the gas meter, and there might even be a saint who came.

In other words, they only know "The Fool" and the corresponding honorary name, and they know that the clue is in Backlund... Who leaked the news? Klein frowned and thought carefully.

Soon, he discovered a possibility:

Recently, only the little "Sun" has recited my honorable name. He held a sacrificial ceremony. There should be symbols corresponding to "The Fool" at the scene, and there should be an ancient palace above the gray fog... Therefore, the "True Creator" I noticed the existence of "The Fool" and determined that I was the guy who had blasphemed, no, harassed, and no, peeked at Him before...

Also, the little "sun" used the "Total Black Eye" at that time, which contained the spiritual pollution of the "True Creator"... Through this, did he clarify that my beloved or believer was haunting Backlund?

You can't take "Total Black Eyes" out again!

Also, what is Mr. A thinking about publicly looking for followers of "The Fool" in a not-so-private place? Fishing? Of course, the best way to deal with Mr. A is to report it immediately, report Mr. A, report the illegal assembly! But this would definitely involve other innocent Beyonders, and Mr. A could also identify suspicious elements based on the reported partygoers. Judging from the attitude of the madmen in the Aurora Society who would rather kill by mistake than let go, I am afraid that reporting this move will play into their own agenda... Klein thought hard for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind -

Why is he thinking so nervously about countermeasures? "The Fool" and his followers do not exist in this world!

There is only one "fool", favored one, and believer in total, and that is Klein himself!

There are only a few members of the Tarot Society. Whether Mr. A and the Aurora Society can find any clues... he has nothing to worry about.

The only problem is... the feeling of being stared at behind by an evil god like a ray of light... is very unpleasant...

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, then calmed down and responded to Foles calmly:

"do not mind."

After receiving this reassuring answer, the anxious Foles was obviously relieved. Later, she reported to "The Fool" about the contact between the Abraham family and herself, and got the same answer.

After the conversation ended, at the top of the mottled long table, Klein looked at the thick pile of cash in front of him and counted it carefully several times.

"Maria's one thousand pounds came at the right time, as did Capin's. Although it was a little less than outstanding, judging from the results, it was a successful enough magic show... I now have 2,230 pounds, which is enough to buy a magic show in full. A piece of Sequence 6 Extraordinary Material can still have hundreds of pounds left over. Of course, 1,500 pounds is just the lowest price, and actual transactions are often much more expensive than this..."

"Where else can we get money recently? As soon as the bicycle patent is obtained, we will sell some shares?"

"By the way, the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Werewolf' cannot be sold in Backlund for the time being to avoid being discovered by the high-sequence experts of the Rose School. But at the next gathering, let the 'World' come forward and entrust Mr. 'The Hanged Man' to sell it in Su Niahai peddled this item and was rewarded with a corresponding commission.

"After deducting all expenses, the 'Werewolf' extraordinary characteristic can bring me at least 1,000 pounds. Maybe I can get enough money for two sequence 6 extraordinary materials."

Klein quickly came up with an idea and felt at ease.

After thinking about matters related to promotion to Sequence 6 in the gray fog for a while, he returned to the real world.

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Except for the smell of lemon filling the mansion when Amon complained, "Why does that magician come to Source Castle all day long?", Edward's life was uneventful, and it was a peaceful day as usual.

Riel came once before lunch. He was too angry to say anything about being reduced to a free messenger of the Angel of Temperance. Then he obediently found a place to coil up on the blanket in the living room. Amon moved his hands curiously.

What he brought today was not a text message, but a more detailed diary covering more than one page.

In his diary, Richard briefly reported what he had done during the past few days at sea, and quietly hinted whether he could save some more money. He reported on the pirate team "Blue Avengers" he found in Bayam. The captain was a Sequence 7 navigator. Their ship was a very interesting ghost ship with unique symbols from the Tudor Empire. The unique pattern arrangement and excellent self-healing ability are enough to earn a place in a museum. Richard was very satisfied with the ship and felt that he would be able to find the "Abyss" and successfully complete the task assigned by the teacher.

Wednesday - tomorrow is their time to go to sea.

Richard was looking forward to this voyage because he had never truly sailed far away.

The diary part was over. Next, he pinned a piece of paper torn from a small notebook with a paper clip. On it was the charge for various materials. Not only did he express that he had absolutely no intention of secretly misappropriating experimental funds, but he also implicitly hinted at it. Can it be reimbursed?

"Tell him, stop giving sly hints, and you can reimburse him after you find the abyss." Edward said to Riel.

The demon cat, which was sometimes deformed and sometimes twisted in Amon's hands, didn't dare to move or struggle, nodded repeatedly.

Edward finished reading the reimbursement application and bill, turned to the reverse side, and found that the handwriting was very new, it must have been written just yesterday.

In this section, Richard enthusiastically mentioned a cultivator named "Frank Lee", focusing on describing the other person's outstanding creative thinking and highly personal planting experiments... When he saw "Frank tried to combine cows and When wheat is hybridized so that cows can grow out of the ground," the King of Decay was startled by the clone's shocking thoughts. He cast his gaze, and after reading it, he slowly typed a "?" in his mind.

Looking further down, the whimsical cultivator was trying to breed a fish whose blood was red wine. Edward couldn't help but put down the letter, took off his glasses, covered his eyes with his hands, and fell into dark and deep thinking.

"This isn't right."

He said to the declining king who was also silent: "Are these ideas a little too advanced?"

The Declined King silently put down the newspaper in his hand, recalled what he had just seen, and thought for a few seconds.

"Compared to this..."

The Outer God said: "I care more about how this cultivator makes the soil have the nutrients of breast milk, or how he makes the red wine have the ability to carry oxygen, if this kind of fish can really survive successfully."

"I think it's impossible." Edward put on his glasses again and read the passage again, "Richard has not seen a living body of this fish, and the hybridization of cows and wheat has failed. Even if the extraordinary ability has been completely separated According to the biology of the old times, this kind of thing is not something that a low-sequence cultivator can do.”

"Hmm... If he is promoted to a demigod, able to give life and create races, then it might be possible."

The Outer God sneered: "Yes, as long as the extraordinary ability is strong enough, research is completely meaningless."

Receiving the disdain conveyed in the emotion, Edward also raised the corners of his mouth.

"I think we can take a look at the situation and just pass the time." It's really boring after all.

The Declined King replied: "If he can hold on."

"Isn't there a saint in the Pilgrimage Sect? I remember that he spent more than fifty years studying cross-breeding during the Middle Sequence, trying to increase the production of grain, vegetables and fruits. Richard came to report to us specially and took away some old I tried to use my knowledge every day to help him, but in the end, more than fifty years of hard work could not match the blessing of the Harvest Priest of the Church of the Mother Earth."

"Then he was promoted to demigod obediently. The jurisdiction is still far away from Feneport."

After hearing this, Edward couldn't help laughing. He did not have the function of facial recognition, but he still remembered the high-spirited young man - because he was the first human to seek knowledge about plants from his own hands. Although it had been changed hands by Richard, the Angel of the Abyss was far away out of curiosity. He glanced at the ground. He spent most of an ordinary person's life doing research, and finally achieved results when he was old.

Later, in Richard's report, it seemed that he went to Feneport with the research results and seeds he was proud of. Due to the existence of the Church of the Mother Earth, the research on biology and botany in the higher education institutions there is extremely advanced, surpassing that of any other country. Then... then there was no follow-up report. Only fifty or sixty years ago, Richard mentioned in a report directly to him that he exchanged a drop of blood for the other party's research results, and allowed him to complete the promotion ceremony of sequence 4 of the "Secret Peeper" path. Complete analysis The blood of a mythical creature, becoming a demigod.

I have spent most of my life forgetting about food and sleep, my original wish born out of famine, and my long-standing obsession. After more than fifty years of hard work, I just saw some inspiring results and was told that it was meaningless.

...Fate, power, so cruel.

And the research results of this secret peeper are not completely useless. His experimental records and preserved seeds are still shining brightly on the land of the plantations and manors of the pilgrim sect, self-sufficiently filling many people's stomachs and saving a lot of money to buy food.

Because the Pilgrimage sect does not have one, it cannot afford to hire a harvest priest.

"So it can't be said to be completely useless, right?"

The Outer God said: "It just doesn't make sense in this world."

With these words as the end, they ended their communication.

The Declined King returned to his deep consciousness. Edward put the letter aside and thought about his reply. He planned to ask about relevant rumors about the abyss in his reply, asking him to collect more on the sea. He also told Richard to stop asking for money in scheming ways, and if he failed, he would pay for it out of his own pocket.

It was already half past three in the afternoon, and lunch time was over. The demon attendants brought desserts and drinks, and the mythical creatures in this mansion happily started their afternoon tea.

TBC

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The "ancestor" mentioned by Frank in the previous chapter, one of the two saints of the Pilgrim sect, switched jobs from the Moss Ascetic Order, and is the person in charge of Lundberg.

Secret Peeper Path Sequence 3, Master of Prophecy, Pereas Lange.