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

Chapter 135
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With the help of the bestowing ceremony, Klein handed over 2500 pounds of cash and the simple golden mask provided by "The Hanged Man" to Miss "Justice", and used the image of "World" praying to tell the other party to complete the formula and material transactions as soon as possible.

In the past two weeks, I have spent almost 5000 pounds. If I don't leave Tingen, this money is enough for retirement, and my daily life can still be maintained at the level of Mrs. Starling's family... Dolls ruin lives, drink Three generations of poor medicine... Klein looked at the boundless mist and the ancient palace that had returned to silence, feeling a bit disappointed, as if he had lost something important.

He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to the real world, picked up the remaining 1830 pound banknotes on the desk, and deliberately counted out six 6-pound banknotes.

Then, Klein took out a thousand pounds and placed them on top of the gray fog.Then put the 30 pounds in cash into the completely deflated wallet, and stuffed it solemnly into the inner pocket of the clothes.

The other 800 pounds, he divided into two folds, and put one in each of the left and right pockets.

Immediately afterwards, Klein opened the drawer, took two from the five deep-sea naga hairs that he had brought back to the real world in advance, wrapped them layer by layer with paper, and carefully put them into the hidden pocket of his clothes.

After finishing all this, he took his hat and cane, headed to the intersection in the light of gas street lights at night, took a carriage, and went straight to the "Brave" bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

In the lively and noisy environment, Klein insisted on finishing the glass of Southwell beer he wanted, and then walked slowly through waves of boxers cheering, left the bar, and boarded a taxi.

Feeling the rolling of the wheels, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly the sound of the window being tapped sounded in his ears.

Klein's facial muscles moved slightly. He opened his eyes and looked forward. He saw the pale and exquisite Miss Sharron sitting quietly across from her.

Before the other party asked, Klein smiled and said:

"I sold the information you provided last time for a good price, the one from the Amon family mausoleum."

Sharon didn't speak, and looked at him quietly.

Klein leaned on his cane and took out two stacks of cash and a small ball of paper from his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two deep-sea naga's hair, the total value is around 1000 pounds. This is what you should get." Klein took a breath silently, and handed over the cash and paper ball with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him, reached out and took the two things.

She lowered her head, looked at the items in her hand, and asked in an erratic and illusory voice:

"How much did you sell?"

"2000 pounds, half for each person." Klein chuckled lightly.

If the "Mechanical Heart" only pays 1500 pounds according to the original plan, then I can only pay a part of it first... He thought happily.

Sharon flipped her bloodless palm, and the cash and paper balls went to nowhere.

She raised her head, said "um", and asked concisely:
"What's in the tomb?"

"I don't know, I didn't go." Klein did not disclose the help of the magic mirror Arrods.

At this moment, he felt that if he described that experience in detail, Miss Sharron would definitely listen attentively, resting her chin on one hand as before.

This Miss "Wraith" seems to have a hobby of watching dramas and listening to various rumors... Klein summed it up.

Sharon's expression remained unchanged, she was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Huh?" Klein couldn't realize what the other party was talking about for a moment.

But soon he understood what the underground ruins in Sharon's words referred to.

Ok?Is anyone else digging tunnels there?The evil spirits inside have already left, and they must have taken everything with them when they left. What else can we find now?Could it be that he can't afford a grave?
Klein's back faintly broke out in cold sweat, and then he suddenly had a burst of inspiration:
"The what from the Baron?"

He had already forgotten the name of the hidden Tudor descendant. He only remembered that he also had the title of baron and lived on Sivelas Street where the Backlund Police Department was located.

"Yes." Sharon replied in the affirmative.

"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know that there is an evil spirit inside? Doesn't he know that all the Beyonders of his family died inside?" Klein asked a few questions as if talking to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and answered earnestly:

"I don't know if he knows."

"...How long will it take for him to dig through?" Klein asked after deliberation.

"Two to three months, he will be alone for the time being." Sharon gave her own judgment.

Phew, Klein exhaled slightly and said:
"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

Sharon turned her eyes to him calmly.

"The underground ruins are empty."

"It's empty." Sharon repeated the sentence, and Klein could hear a trace of doubt from it.

Klein didn't know how to explain this, so he could only express his sincerity and innocence as much as possible: "I kept the agreement and didn't mention the ruins to anyone. And, you know, I don't have the ability to enter there, even It is difficult to save lives.”

"I got the news from one of my personal channels, it was empty, nothing was left, I tried to verify the authenticity, and paid a heavy price, and confirmed that the news is true."

Sharon looked at him without any emotional fluctuations. Klein suddenly felt dangerous, and everything around him seemed to suddenly become hostile to him.

But after only a few seconds, this feeling disappeared.

"Hmm." Sharon didn't ask him what preparations he was going to make, and his figure quickly faded away, disappearing into the carriage.

Klein leaned back against the wall, feeling relaxed.

Before I get promoted to "Faceless Man", I won't get involved in anything!He warned himself in his heart.

The ingredients for the "Faceless Man" potion have already been ordered, and they are just waiting for "delivery"... The foreign debts have also been paid off, and there is a balance of one thousand pounds, so there is no need to worry about anything... His mood is like sparkling wine that has settled down, Occasionally, a little joy surges up silently.

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Amon drove to the outskirts of Backlund, and after stealing the distance several times in a row, he flashed to the remote manor area tens of kilometers away.

He took a few steps forward and found that the extraordinary power in his body was slightly suppressed. Instead of resisting, he restrained his spirituality and actively contacted the other party according to the way he remembered. Sure enough, he had an extremely concealed relationship with something. He realized that he had come to the periphery of the Aurora Society, within the judgment range of the "lock of prohibition".

Amon squeezed his eyes, and continued to walk forward calmly.Not long after, the wrought iron gate outside the manor opened automatically, and the person standing in the shadows bowed to him.

"My name is Kesma, and I am honored to serve the Lord." Seeing Amon look over, the Dark Saint bent down even more, "I am flattered by your arrival, Your Highness Amon."

The dark sage played the role of the owner of this manor, so he was wearing exquisitely crafted clothes, with intricate patterns on his coat, his tie was meticulously tied, and the tie clip inlaid with gemstones gleamed.

Kesma is very devout in his faith. He was still very young when he became a saint, and he looks only in his twenties and thirties now. He is very suitable to be an unknown young rich businessman, manage a huge manor, and then rely on his own mysterious The identity becomes the talking point of the social season.

Amon didn't have much impression of this person, but vaguely remembered that he was a hard-working staff member of the Aurora Society.I usually can't see my face and clothes clearly when I hide in the shadows, but now I still can't recognize them when I stand in the sun with a different outfit.He didn't know how to respond to this theoretical title of "ontological limitation", and he nodded slightly until he entered the door:
"Ah."

"I've come to say goodbye to my father."

This sentence made Kesma feel tight, whether it was her father or her farewell.He followed Amon step by step, staring at the shadow of the Son of God, as if he saw the scene where everything he experienced now became the content of the future holy scriptures.

He asked in a somewhat excited tone: "I see, do you need me to take you to the indoor church for private prayer?"

That is an indoor chapel that only the top three in the monthly selection and His Royal Highness the Red Angel can enter...?Amon stole such a thread of thought from Kesma's mind. While marveling at the current style of the Aurora Society, he also gained a deeper understanding of his identity in the eyes of others.

He shook his head and said, "No. I'll go directly to see my father."

While talking, they had already entered the open space in front of the main gate of the manor, and some gardeners were sorting the flowers and plants on both sides.

Taking a closer look, the spiritual brilliance of this gardener fluctuates, his expression is sometimes pious, sometimes serious, and sometimes crazy, and he keeps mumbling to himself. He should be a low-sequence Extraordinary.It seems that he has just been promoted, or he has not been able to control his abilities well.Naturally, in this state, he couldn't complete the task to get credit, so he was sent to trim the flowers and expand the details of the manor.

Amon found it interesting, and took a few more glances when passing by.Kesma also involuntarily looked over, only to see the believer suddenly turned his head, wearing a monocle on his right eye, and smiled at him.

Kesma was shocked, and then saw the monocle fall off naturally, turning into powder and disappearing into the air.The believer froze for a few seconds, looked around blankly, and continued to clean up the weeds while praying to the true Creator.

"Where does father usually live?"

Seeing that Amon didn't take the episode just now to heart at all, the Dark Saint immediately thought of the special title "God of Mischief" mentioned in the holy scriptures.He praised the Lord in his heart, and then respectfully replied:

"The residence of the Lord is behind the temple."

God of Mischief?That's right, Ontology does prefer the title of "God of Mischief" over "Angel of Time"... This person has a lot of thoughts, but he is very calm on the surface... Amon asked casually:
"Hasn't the small temple you spent a lot of money on been smashed by the church? Did it again here?"

The Dark Saint paused for half a second, and said in the same tone: "Yes, Your Highness Amon. Although the cost is huge, it is only a drop in the bucket compared to the importance of the successor's brilliance."

"No matter how many times it is buried, slandered, and destroyed, since we have received the revelation, let it be spread."

"Human beings are really persistent."

Amon deliberately spoke sharply, but he didn't steal anger or dissatisfaction with his words from Kesma's heart.He couldn't help asking curiously: "Humans build their residences very luxuriously because they want to show off their wealth. So is it the same idea when you build temples? To show the resources and financial resources of the Aurora Society? But my father doesn't live in the temple. inside."

"That's not true, Your Highness Amon, this is our way of showing our respect and love for the Lord."

"Wealthy believers contribute precious stones and gold, while poor believers contribute candles and lampstands, even one or two tablecloths, and the wood of a chair. There is always something to contribute."

"No matter what is sacrificed, it is a proof of the piety of believers."

"However, the first thing people see is the luxurious decoration. This is the most direct awe - the awe of money. Then they realize that there are many absolute believers in the church with such assets."

Amon was aroused by this topic, turned around and asked Kesma: "Then what did you contribute?"

Kesma smiled proudly but unassumingly: "I contributed three candles on the altar."

"Sounds ordinary."

"It's not like that. It's a candle I made with my own hands from the dried fat by burning my arm."

Crazy colors appeared in Kesma's eyes. At this moment, from the content of his speech to his demeanor, he looked like a follower of the Aurora Order in the impression of a normal person:
"It is my great honor to place my flesh and blood and anointing oil before the Lord as a candle!"

"Praise the Lord, praise you, the Lord behind the curtain of shadows!"

After finishing speaking, he looked around vigilantly, lowered his voice and closed his eyes and prayed: "Praise you, you are the ruler of the vast star world."

The ruler of the vast star realm is really nostalgic... No, I shouldn't miss it. The word and feeling of nostalgia do not belong to me.I was born more than 500 years ago, I have never seen a glorious era, and it should be a matter of the ontology to miss.After I returned to Amon, was I affected by mystical connections again?Will I start to lose myself and become part of my body again like a fingertip?
It is imminent to replace the identity of another Amon.

So should I be... happy?No, with his father's current state, can the "ruler of the vast star realm" really point to him?Maybe it's just a means to connect oneself with the Creator, to act in advance...

This is very strange.The more you remind yourself "I used to be the Creator", the more you prove that you are different from the Creator, right?

After intermittent madness, Kesma quickly adjusted her facial expression, returned to normal, and continued to lead the way.

"The temple is in a hidden corner on the second and third floors. We opened up these two floors, re-concreted them, and used the sealed property of this house to hide them. If you want to go, I can take you there."

"Oh."

Amon was in a daze, and unknowingly followed Kesma to the door of the house.

Kesma went up the steps first and opened the door for Amon. Amon was about to go in when he suddenly saw a place on the east side of the manor burning into the sky, and there was an explosion sound, accompanied by cursing and roaring.

Amon looked at Kesma with questioning eyes.

Kesma responded to Amon with disillusioned eyes: "That is His Royal Highness the Red Angel, and he is training his subordinates."

"Since when did he have men?"

"The Lord has prepared everything a long time ago. He is our compatriot of the Jagged Cross." There was no outsider here, so Kesma drew a positive cross on his chest, "Although there are occasional disagreements between us, we are all in the end." Lamb of the Lord."

"So, on the third day after His Royal Highness the Red Angel returned, after obtaining the Lord's permission, I gave the Jagged Cross a word of relief and asked them to take the initiative to meet the great God of War, their future leader."

…You speak very kindly, but why are you complaining in your heart that the Jagged Cross is brutal and unreasonable, that you openly despise the management system of the Aurora Society, and often provoke trouble on purpose?Since you need to complain instead of suppressing by force, it proves that the strength of the people from the Jagged Cross is not inferior to yours. It is normal for Medici to be unconvincing... It is said that it is an audience, but hunters are still a bit thorny of.

Amon stepped on the door frame of the house with one foot, turned the other foot, and turned to the east: "I want to go and see."

"Okay, this way please."

After walking a few hundred meters, Amon came to a place that looked like it used to be a glass greenhouse, and now it is the ruins of the glass greenhouse. There were flowers, but not all of them.There is glass, but not all, and all you see is ruined walls and black molten glass, and the compensation seems staggering.

This area occupies an area of ​​one to two hundred square meters. The ground is filled with a large amount of ash, red cracks, high temperature and scalding rocks. It looks like a hunter's activity place.

I saw a red-haired man sitting on the roof of the half-collapsed glass flower house - on the thickened and widened steel beams, with his elbows resting on his thighs, supervising the other three hunters with a vicious expression.

Supervise their zama step.

TBC
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The Aurora Club set after a long time.

(End of this chapter)