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

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"December 3rd..."

Richard picked up the pen, thought about it, and then put it down again.

He raised his head slightly, looked quietly at Alger Wilson, who was standing in front of him without saying a word, and greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, Captain, it's very cool today. I thought you would sleep a little longer before getting up. Woolen cloth."

"Noon on December 3rd?"

Alger spoke hoarsely. He did not look at the dark sky or the black and red sea water, but looked at the calm researcher intently. The crew members who were tied to the mast and railing sometimes laughed maniacally, and sometimes roared loudly in a language that no one could understand. The pitches, either sharp or horrifyingly low, were completely unlike those that humans could utter, as if Their throats and vocal cords have ceased to be human organs and have become the abode of demons and the like.

"What the hell is this place..."

Richard smiled gently: "Don't worry, the spirituality here will not completely mutate you. You may have some harmless mental problems. I will treat them and let you go back safely."

Alger, who looked gloomy and haggard, looked dazed for a moment after hearing "Go back safely". He looked at Richard Ernst, and a voice once again sounded in his heart, burning some evil thoughts: During the two civil strife , their food had been consumed, and from then on everyone looked at each other no longer innocently, they became enemies and hunters. The ensuing despair and anger were like black mist visible to the naked eye, flowing silently in this ghost ship, and everyone was immersed in it.

So the struggle broke out without any reason, and the crew members vented their pent-up anger and malice to their heart's content, regardless of whether they were their colleagues or friends. Human morality seemed to be the mud beneath our feet, and it was completely out of control from the beginning. Alger almost killed three of his crew members by mistake, and was almost attacked by everyone else. Just when they were about to die together in a crazy and short internal fight, Richard Ernst suddenly took action and used thunder to They suppressed the civil strife in the wearers with ordinary methods, suppressed their egos and malice with some extraordinary ability, and then tied them all up with ropes.

"Please wait a moment, everyone! Now is not the time for a fight, and I will not control the ghost ship to return."

There's no food left. You will die no matter what. Fortunately, the sea is filled with dark red flesh. But there was still plenty of live meat on board.

But this "Sistine Ernst" is still calm and self-possessed in this environment, and there must be a way to come back alive... In order to survive, he must be captured... and forced to tell him how to stay awake... I want to leave...anyway, I will die...

Alger didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea.

He licked his lips and slowly licked away the blood from the chapped skin on his lips. He didn't know that the cruel and bloodthirsty look in his eyes at this time was no less than the legendary "Blood Admiral" who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

"Captain Wilson, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

Richard turned a blind eye to Alger's completely uncontrollable malice. He moved aside cordially, patted the vacant space, and said with a nonchalant smile: "When you learn that I am a member of the Ernst family, immediately Your attitude has changed, why?”

"Have you ever met anyone else in my family?"

Alger's eyes became dazed again. The angel's spirituality and the maliciousness spread in the sea of ​​​​blood were tugging at each other in his mind. Sometimes there was a flash of clarity, but most of the time it was still covered and controlled by the dark maliciousness. Richard's words were like a hand gently wiping on the fogged frosted glass, still chaotic, but also ushered in a moment of clarity.

"I've never seen you..." In the end, Alger did not choose to go over and sit down. He took two steps back. The clamoring voice in his mind kept him away from the young man in front of him. He was afraid. He spoke very slowly, word by word. Said, "I have only had one meal from your workhouse."

"...before starving to death."

"That's it. Thank you, Mr. Alger. I'm glad you are willing to share these things with me."

Richard finished writing today's diary, closed this small notebook that seemed to be never used up, and put it into the pocket of his thin windbreaker. He stood up and walked steadily to the railing, looking down at the slowly surging sea of ​​blood and the black flesh spreading upward bit by bit from the bottom of the boat. However, the entire Blue Avenger is under His spiritual protection, and these flesh and blood are only on the surface and have not really eroded the ghost ship itself.

He held onto the railing with both hands, closed his eyes, and felt quietly.

A huge, dull, slow heartbeat.

The distant sound of blood flowing slowly.

As noisy as the chirping of insects, the sound of flesh and blood repairing itself.

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"In the Second Era, the ancient sun god emerged from the sky, fought with the ancient gods, took back power, slayed the dragons, destroyed the phoenix, drove back the giants and elves, and protected the human cities. From this, the fire of civilization first shined in the world. .”

The teacher was obviously born in the Fourth Age, but he was very familiar with those ancient and long-lasting eras that didn't even have a chronological system. He could even describe the last human civilization clearly. Crazy yet rational, wise yet indescribable, indifferent yet loving life, which god is he?

"The demon king Fabuti fled into the abyss. The specific age cannot be determined. The entire migration of a race and believers should take a long time. It is not ruled out that Fabuti will act like the "Phoenix" and directly throw the entire city-state into the spiritual world. ...Since then, demons have gradually disappeared from the earth, with only a few believers remaining. Later, at some point, there was a rumor that the abyss was polluted, and it was said that even demons could not survive there. "

Richard closed his eyes and muttered in a voice that only he could hear. After a moment, He opened his eyes, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that Sequence 0 of the Devil's Path is the "Abyss". "

"But the abyss has always only appeared as the name of a specific area in myths and legends."

The Blue Avenger sailed quietly, and everything fell silent. At Richard's suggestion, all the crew members had fainted at this time. Although there was no wind, the thick black clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. The ship was obviously moving, but there were no waves on the sea. It seemed as if it was sliding on the marble, leaving long scratches behind it. Although there were no eyes, Richard naturally had the feeling of "looking at each other" in his mind after seeing the pale and cold sun.

The Temperance Angel frowned.

Richard clearly felt that a small part of his spirituality had been polluted. The body was a prison for the mind, and the world was a prison for the body. The malice of adjacent pathways whispered in his mind, tempting Him to open His own cage with His own hands. He saw the ruined homeland, his playmates who were trampled to death by iron hoofs, his mother who starved to death, his neighbor sister who was kidnapped when he was nine years old and has never been seen again, his dead comrades, and those who have been buried in his heart for hundreds of years and have never seen him again. Forgotten hatred and sorrow.

What is suppressed will be released, and what is imprisoned will eventually escape. Richard felt these temptations quite nostalgically, and suppressed them into the corner of his mind with familiarity.

"So this is ah."

There are mountains of corpses piled up on the sea. The gaps between the tall and curved ribs are the passage for ships to sail. The broken bones and carrion are like rocks. The not-so-small three-masted sailboat was only as long as two knuckles of a severed hand. Its dark spine with several branches was buried underwater, shadowy, like a claw waiting for an opportunity to strike. The bloody waterfall on the cliff rushes into the black and red sea. The spiritual concentration of the demons in front is so high that people of medium and low order will go crazy just by looking at it. Even demigod-level demons will lose their minds if they stay here for a long time, leaving only their instincts.

Further away, there is a deep haze, which is the entrance to the legendary abyss.

The sky and the earth are dark, but His eyes shine like clear amber under direct sunlight. Richard Ernst stepped on the railing and stood firmly on it, looking at the black sky and red sea with a shocked expression.

"This is the Demon King, the dark side of the universe, Farbuti!"

"This is the "Abyss"! "

"The Demon King and the Abyss are compatible and form one body with each other. Their flesh and bones are the mountains and valleys, and their blood is the oceans and rivers. So when you have mental problems, the Abyss becomes a desperate place where even demons cannot survive."

He smiled happily, then looked up at the pale sun in the sky, and pointed downward: "However, compared to the teacher, your seduction skills are really far behind! You can only see the surface. The most superficial negative emotions cannot understand the nature of hatred and pain."

"You think I will be desperate and angry because of the pain, but you don't know what the source of my pain is!"

If it were a teacher, He should...well, the teacher would not be too bored to sway me, because I would never listen.

Okay, that's it. You can't go any further. Just tell the teacher the truth about the situation here... Richard took out the small book again and started writing, drawing a simple route map by the way. In fact, the best way is to directly take some of the blood or flesh out of the abyss. Directly establishing a occult connection can avoid getting lost, but the contamination in it is probably enough to kill everyone on the ship. If it is really taken out, it is estimated that Ordinary people who will die again along the way. The teacher may not care, but I still care.

Suddenly, his movements stopped abruptly, and he heard an imperceptible change in the tide of the sea of ​​blood. So he listened carefully, and heard vague and strange words ringing in his ears, like a woman's chuckle. And the call, mysterious and gentle, arouses His desire to get closer. Richard was attracted to this voice that he had never heard before for no reason. Listening to this voice, it was like seeing the most perfect and favorite woman in his imagination. Then he woke up and found that one of his feet had already stepped into the air. Below was the black-red sea, with black shadows dotted under the red blood, as if being watched by huge eyes.

A distant heartbeat suddenly sounded, approaching silently in the opponent's momentary trance, ringing like an ancient bell in the distance where the Angel of Temperance was so close. A few drops of blood flowed from the corners of Richard's eyes and nose. He gasped, twitching the corners of his mouth, and immediately took a step, directly from the railing to near the top of the mast.

The wind is blowing tightly, it collapses and sells away!

He stepped on the cable with his feet, grasped the mast with his hands, and poured his own spirituality into the "Blue Avenger" almost without reservation, instantly raising this ghost ship to the level of a saint!

The Prisoner Path is good at making use of surrounding objects, which is one of the reasons why Richard chose Alger and the Blue Avenger.

This ghost ship seemed to have come to life in an instant. The rudder turned rapidly, as if it had turned into a wheel, and it completed an impossible U-turn in the blink of an eye. The hanging anchors and chains jingled, and its sails were raised high. The strong wind from nowhere blew the sails fiercely. The ship's hull remained balanced and swayed left and right. The empty wine bottle containing the suicide note Rolling around on the deck, the wind and various chaotic sounds were mixed together, playing a rough movement, like the Blue Avenger laughing loudly.

It wasn't really entering the abyss at this point. It was speeding toward where it came from, leaving the beating of the heartbeat and the angry whispers of women far behind.

At the same time, with his back to the abyss, Richard took off his glasses and raised them to his shoulders, with the mirror facing behind him.

Click! Click! Click!

The lenses immediately cracked, and the golden frame seemed to be twisted by invisible hands. The cracks shocked Richard and he quickly put it down.

"Totally indescribable..."

"It's strange. Even if Fabuti goes crazy in Sequence One, he won't cause the items protected by my spirituality to collapse instantly."

What is that behind me? Richard felt cold all over.

The strange female voice in his ears became more and more angry. The moment the Blue Avenger broke out of the barrier, it almost turned into a roar that could kill someone. Richard suddenly had a severe headache and many curses appeared on his body, but he returned again. The sound disappeared without a trace after the bright sunshine and blue water. The Temperance Angel was tired and mentally polluted. A vague headache reminded him to pay attention to his own condition.

It's okay, just take a rest for a while. The glasses are not completely broken... but they can't even hold on for a second. What on earth is that? Is it because the teacher asked me to search for the abyss?

Richard raised his glasses and looked at them carefully, and found that the cracks on them were very strange, like a leafy tree.

The remaining spirituality made Richard's heart beat faster and his blood flow faster. It didn't seem like the negative effects that the devil's path should have.

"It's broken like this, and I have a headache now... I've figured out how to deceive Mr. Alger."

Richard did not wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes and nose. He snapped his fingers, and the ropes binding the crew members untied themselves. The spirituality infused on the Blue Avenger turned into light spots and returned to Richard's body. The ship The ghost ship became slower and slower, and finally drifted on the sea, moving with the wind.

The remaining spirituality may keep the people on this ship calm for a few days, which is a good thing.

The Temperance Angel took out his own little notebook, and the diary in it changed according to His will, and had a hypnotic and suggestive effect. The diary, like a horror drama, gradually changes its content.

In the diary, after crossing the violent sea, they sailed relatively smoothly to the Oradek Islands, and then did a week-long field trip to the islands. The traces of life left on the islands can prove that this memory is Really... Then they successfully completed their purpose and returned to the ship, but they did not expect that they encountered a storm at sea today and were lost in unknown waters for several days. Another storm came today and everyone was unconscious... The empty food, glasses and blood stains on the boat can attest to this.

Very good, seamless. The angel snapped the diary shut.

After confirming that all preparations were completed, Richard disguised himself, stopped insisting, and suddenly fainted on the deck.

TBC

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The half-month period from November and a half to the beginning of December was skipped by one sentence in the original work. In order to make this period disappear less abruptly, I used Richard's diary to express the passage of time.

Day two of graduation trip: My feet hurt.

*The previous chapter is locked. Under modification