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

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November 7th.

Today is the day to go to sea, I must commemorate it.

The weather today is very good, the wind is calm and the sun is shining brightly. I ate grilled fish with herbs from a specialty restaurant in the morning, which tasted pretty good.

November 9

Smooth sailing, nothing happened yesterday.

Captain Alger Wilson was generally a good talker, as long as the pay was right. He said that he knew the route I requested relatively well, so this journey would probably only take a little more than a month, which was great. I really hope I can return to land before the Chinese New Year.

November 13

After five days of sailing, we arrived at Desi Bay.

This place is very lively as always and is one of the most beautiful and prosperous ports in the Loen Kingdom. At the request of the sailors and me, we entered the port together and had a meal at a restaurant near the sea. Because Feneport is not convenient for docking, there will be no port to stay after leaving Disi Bay. The next time we see land, we will only Can look forward to those islands far, far away.

I keep your request in mind and gather the legends of the Abyss.

But none were found. The most common rumors circulating in the sea were that of a giant octopus or sea monster, or that they were swept by strange ocean currents into fertile waters that they had never seen before, and encountered a beautiful mermaid lady by chance.

November 15

Extraordinary abilities attract each other. While passing through the Raging Sea and approaching the Southern Continent, the "Blue Avenger" encountered the ship of the Indulgence Faction.

Captain Wilson showed off his skills... Although it was only Sequence 7, the storm path at sea, especially far away from the land, was still very advantageous. If I encountered a Storm Angel at sea, I'd probably have to call you for help. However, they seemed to be just performing ordinary tasks, and they just happened to be attracted to me. It was really an unnecessary disaster.

I was almost recognized by them, but fortunately they quickly changed their route and ran away as soon as they saw my face. Well, I will deal with it later.

Mr. Alger seems to have started to guess my approach. He is really a very suspicious and insecure person.

November 17

good news.

...The ship has strayed off course.

Such a spiritual ghost ship, accompanied by a navigator and a group of sailors, actually deviated from the channel silently due to wind, ocean currents, and two foggy nights where the stars could not be seen clearly.

I think we are approaching something. Is it an abyss?

By the way, Mr. Alger’s reaction is also very interesting.

Because he actually used the word "deviate from the channel", it turns out that he has a route of his own in this sea area.

November 18

I felt that wonderful connection. Something huge that I couldn't see directly seemed to be within a distance that I could perceive.

Teacher, if you are here, you should have seen it.

I was sure we were approaching the abyss because the mood of the crew was affected and they began to have unreasonable rages and all sorts of emotional turmoil. At the same time, the food and water on the ship were quietly dwindling. There were sounds in the corridor in the middle of the night, people were whispering on the deck, some were hiding food, and some began to look at their companions with the eyes of enemies. This was caused by the spiritual path of the devil. Case.

There was a problem with his team, and Mr. Wilson was distressed for several days, but he was a powerful boss, and the crew could still obey him even if they began to take the evil side. However, he knew that this was temporary, so he urgently changed his route and headed to the Oradek Islands for repairs. I have no objection to this, because I also want to see the virgin forest island Oradek, and maybe eat original barbecue.

It is now twelve o'clock in the evening, I have no candles, my cabin has no windows, and as I write this sentence, someone is looking at me through the crack of the door.

November 20

Today is the second day of their stay in the Oradec Islands. The crew members are in much better spirits and have picked a lot of wild fruits. Mr. Wilson is also relieved and attributes the previous undercurrent to the depressing voyage.

But it is abnormal for experienced sailors to start having psychological problems within less than a week of sailing.

So Mr. Wilson, in the name of appeasing the crowd, celebrated a simple mass in the evening, praying to the Lord of Storms for protection. Although he was talking about collective prayer, the specifications and procedures were those of a mass. From this, we can see that Mr. Wilson is a "captain" of the Storm Church.

November 22

Just after leaving the Oradek Islands, we veered off course again.

Mr. Wilson's mood collapsed. He began to stare at me for a long time. I heard evil thoughts surging in his heart. In his eyes, I should have been a disaster. If we weren't rescued in time, he would probably throw me and the crew into the sea and then return home with sufficient supplies to escape. The crew seemed to have started writing suicide notes, and then put them into the empty bottles of Liangchi. Fortunately, there were enough bottles.

Today at noon, a crew member caught a piece of black meat. Then he lost control, and I comforted him in time to make him forget about it.

This piece of meat remains active and will corrode other organic matter. If someone eats it, that person will turn into black meat.

Teacher, I think I have reached the edge of the abyss.

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Backlund's winter is inseparable from the fireplace and fog. It's almost December in the blink of an eye, and the New Year is only more than a month away.

Amon still monitored Klein on time, so he had his own room in the villa, filled with books he was interested in and gadgets he bought. Metal globes, sparkling ornaments, rimmed wizard robes and pointed hats, many different styles and even custom-made monocles (no prescription, all flat light), Amon obviously regarded Room 3 on the second floor as his It is my long-term residence, and I have persevered in slowly building my own comfort zone there.

He has taken the first step from being an ordinary crow to becoming a crow with his own unique aesthetic.

During these days, Edward clearly felt the changes in him. For example, he consciously changed his dressing style and began to try styles other than wizard robes. He used Riel as his audience and evaluator, and then tried in circles. After a while, he turned back into a wizard robe. Although the style is still similar, I have already added some hanging ornaments that I like, such as various colored crystals or simple jewelry. In short, they all sparkle.

sparkling with light.

Edward turned off the crystal chandelier that must be turned on at night, and the gas wall lamps lit up one after another, filling the luxurious villa with warm and cheap light.

There is no doubt that under his own indulgence, this Amon is like a student from the old era who is in the second grade of middle school (it doesn’t matter whether he is a junior high school or a high school student). He begins to express his own sense of existence and consciously avoids Amon’s stereotyped image. , trying hard to distinguish himself from the same people, like an energetic peacock with its tail open all day long.

The over-repressed (actually non-existent) self brings about a powerful counterattack. This Amon expresses himself flamboyantly, looking for styles and items that he "likes". So much so that Edward felt that he might put on a strange costume at any time, and then imitate the meaningless caricature and start saying some creepy, sweaty and strange words to the sky.

Fortunately, Amon didn't do this. After more than a week of turmoil, he gradually calmed down. He has almost found his own preferences. In terms of knowledge, he is more interested in legends and things from the old era. In terms of food, he unexpectedly chose the flavors of the Southern Continent. In terms of clothing, his hobbies are a bit exaggerated. If Amon's overall style is that of a classical wizard, then he is a classical upstart wizard.

"Your aesthetic and matching of gems are really..." Riel couldn't help but slap the ground with his tail, "Why not use pearls?"

"Pearls are too ordinary." Amon took two steps, and the precious metal and gemstone ornaments jingled. He was very satisfied, "I like this."

"What a crow."

"That's right."

"But you are a thief." Riel put his hands on the cushion that was temporarily lent to him, his blue-gray eyes were dizzy from the reflection, "You are dressed like this, you should be fishing, attracting thieves ?”

"So..." Amon couldn't help but think about it carefully. Young people in the second grade of middle school will be eager to show off and prove that they are different because of their awakening of self-awareness, so Amon thought rebelliously. , "Maybe I can change the route...?"

But there was no such precedent. Amon and his avatar were born in the same way for the rest of their lives, so he didn't think much about it. He quickly put it behind him and admired himself like a jewelry shelf.

Edward, who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper on the sofa, cast his gaze from above the newspaper, and then extinguished a few more gas lamps.

The windows were ajar, and rain pattered outside. The winter in Loen is not only cold, but also often wet and rainy. The temperature was approaching single digits. Amon lit the fireplace in a ceremonial manner, and Riel consciously dragged the soft cushion and leaned against the fireplace. The smokeless coals were burned until they crackled, along with some expensive imported fragrant wood.

The fragrant light green smoke began to drift inside the house, and the rain was blown into the house by the icy wind, adding to the untimely chill.

This is a rain that takes away the last remaining warmth of this winter. After this rain, the temperature will drop off a cliff and enter the real cold winter.

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The blood-streaked bones are astonishingly beautiful, and the exquisitely crafted brand-new altar is enough to prove devotion to the great god. This is the art that the devil likes, rather than the violent and straightforward tearing and killing of the indulgent faction.

When night falls, the red moon hangs high, and you can just see the bloody full moon hanging above the altar under the altar.

Take three fingers, cut them open, insert candle wicks, fill them with wax oil, and after solidification, engrave them with the symbol of that great being. After inverting the five-pointed star and the sheep's head, the leader of the sacrifices brought the animals for sacrifice and cut open their bellies with grace and skill. There were sounds of grinding teeth, running sounds, excited roars of beasts and a few short miserable screams. Call.

"The great mother tree of desire, the great demon king."

"You are the father of demons, the god of lost hearts, the eternal screamer."

"Your humble believers beg for your attention, and your devout followers beg for your response. We have found the residence of the rebellious man, Edward Vaughn of "Fear" is currently hiding in the Northern Continent, please blind him to his perception. , in the name of the Mother Tree and the Demon King, I will grant Him death. How stupid and arrogant He is to dare to call himself the "Abyss". He disrespects the Mother Tree and the Demon King. He should be punished by God, be punished forever, and die without a burial place! "

After a brief silence, the blood flowing on the altar made a gurgling sound as if it were being boiled. The blood did indeed boil, and the seven hearts that had not yet cooled down violently expanded and contracted, simulating the beating when they were still in the human body. In the boiling blood, they gradually melted and merged into a piece of flesh that was constantly squirming on the entire altar, as if it were alive.

The red moon encompassed the pieces of flesh, and its brilliance was more translucent than blood and more gorgeous than gemstones, which dazzled Glera Beria.

He showed a smile that only appeared when he was completely intoxicated and happy, and lowered his head more piously, letting his forehead press against the dark stone surface of the high platform.

Humble prayers rise from the ocean of flesh and blood, and lofty and distant spirituality sets from the blood-red moon. Tick ​​tick tick, the mass seemed to be kneaded by invisible hands, shrinking and expanding steadily, and the squeezed blood fell evenly from all sides, spreading out to form thin blood lines.

The meat paste gradually covered the entire countertop and gradually swallowed up the entire altar, accompanied by spiritual resonance and fluctuations with the high-ranking beings.

After a long time, the current patriarch of the Beria family and the actual leader of the Blood Worship Cult woke up from this pleasure that was countless times more wonderful than eating and hunting. The altar that had just been made had completely disappeared, and the radiated blood had completely disappeared. The line formed a regular circle in front of Him, and in the center were two red and transparent talismans like gems, with the symbol of a tree engraved on them.

"Praise you, the great Mother Tree, the great God of lost hearts!"

Grela Beria prayed again ecstatically, sincerely praised and thanked the Mother Tree of Desire, and then took away the two charms.

Leaving the altar, the attendants guarding the outside bowed to Him and then went to clean up the sacrificial site. After spiritually touching the talisman, he easily understood the function and usage of this talisman: to shield a specific demon from the crisis perception, which was exactly what he needed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the ability to sense crisis is one of the cores of the Demon Path. Although when becoming demons, creatures of different races and different personalities will transform into unique abilities due to their own preferences, no matter how they change, unless they transform into talents such as prophecy and foresight, the importance of crisis perception cannot be shaken. Without it, the devil is like losing an eye, adding a sudden blind spot.

Regarding the digestion of his potion and the pleasing of the gods, he did not hesitate and immediately issued a message to the "Apostle of Desire" who had sent accurate news and was waiting in Backlund for the benefit of the family.

TBC

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First day of graduation trip: two blisters on my feet.

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*I was actually screened once, which I didn’t expect.