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

Chapter 140 Daily life after release from prison and the City of Silver
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After mentally eating a few mouthfuls of dessert, Edward left the alley in a good mood.Both the person to be silenced and the person to be silenced have become silent and mutilated corpses in the depths of the darkness, until they rot into mud and are silent.

It seems to be afternoon now, and the exact time is still unknown. Edward blocked his eyes with his hands, found a clothing store that looked good, and walked in.

He made a disguise for himself and entered this shop that sold custom-made formal clothes.Although it looks a bit different from what I usually wear, but there is no problem in emergency.In the dressing room, Edward put on a newly bought shirt and a dark vest, and then carefully looked at the worn clothes he had changed.

This shirt, which was soaked in his own blood and stayed in the hidden place for a long time, already showed the characteristics of a sealed item, but it didn't show any useful abilities at present.There are only useless negative effects such as "it will make people who see this clothes have evil thoughts and kill each other", "you can't take it off when you put it on", "eat up the person wearing the clothes one by one", the only one The only thing that can be regarded as a positive effect is "teaching some evil spells without a teacher when wearing it", but the sequence is too low, generally below 5, and even foul language cannot be used, only some degraded curses and summoning spells, Very tasteless.

Edward pondered for a moment, cut up the useless clothes, burned off the leftovers, and made several high-quality devil path charms from the useful parts.

After leaving the dressing room, He asked the tailor who was measuring the figure of the guests: "How long does it take to deliver the ready-made clothes urgently?"

The tailor pushed the glasses: "About two weeks."

"Too slow. I won't be here that long," Edward said. "I'm going to buy a ready-to-wear suit with a cane."

Half an hour later, Edward's deposit was reduced by fifty pounds, he changed into a brand new outfit, and left the shop with a newly purchased cane.

He has already figured out the current time and place—unsurprisingly, he has come to the sea, and he is on an island close to the southern mainland, within the range of the Rorsted Islands, but still some distance away from Bayam.

The first time he came out of the hidden town was inexperienced, and Edward didn't know whether it was a random teleportation when he went out, or the Evernight Goddess threw himself to this place.If it's the latter, perhaps this is an obvious warning, warning himself not to get closer to Backlund.

How about going to the Southern Continent to stay for a while?

Well, in fact, it doesn't necessarily have to go to Backlund, right?Since the goddess of the night doesn't want to go by herself so much, why don't you pinch a clone and go?
"Speaking of..."

Edward pressed his temples, and his tone was a bit subtle: "Why are so many people chanting my honorable name recently? But it seems that it is not entirely mine, some of them are mine, and some are others', but they all point to A certain 'Abyss'...I always feel like I'm chanting that Beria... Forget it, let me see the prayer."

The Hidden Town cannot communicate with the spirit world, so it cannot perform spirit teleportation, divination or receive prayers.

So after leaving, the prayer message rang like 99+ unread messages.

However, having 99+ information is already a very abnormal thing. The number of daily prayers should only be in single digits, at most double digits. Even the person in charge of the Eastern District who has met me and cooperated a little bit only thinks about it every now and then. Pray, why do so many people suddenly send messages to me, an idle evil god who has few believers and basically does not respond to prayers?

He let go of spiritual communication and began to listen to those miscellaneous prayers:
"The great angel of the abyss..."

Crying, sobbing, the sound of tears falling into the soil, Edward stood up slightly.Five times out of the ten prayers, there was such a sound, and the sound of swords appeared in the background sound for another three times, accompanied by the occasional gunshot, and the source of the prayer seemed to be far away from where I was now.

"Great angel, lord of the dark land, look into the eyes of the living, please, please, please save my family!"

Edward bought a skewer, found a street seat and ate it carelessly.

"Please help my friend..."

"... I beg you to punish those wicked people..."

The meat quality of the skewers is very average, the taste is relatively woody, and it lacks elasticity and fat.The seasoning is good, but not to the taste.After eating two mouthfuls, Edward picked out the rest and threw it to the stray dogs wagging their tails at his feet.

Judging from the blurred images of prayers, it seems that there are many individuals, both men and women, and most of them are praying secretly and spontaneously, rather than a collective ceremony. It is not known where these believers come from.

Moreover, the content of the prayer has nothing to do with his own authority, so Edward simply listened to it as background music.

Even, because they didn't respond at all, some people in these prayers simply babbled a lot after the prayers, as if they were completely unaware that they were establishing a connection with the evil gods, but took this honorable name as a soul. Trust me, just say something on my own from time to time.

"The direction seems to be in the Southern Continent... It's not surprising that my honorable name is spread there, but some of the fragments are—oh, after Belia was eaten by me, some special points fell on me? Like the 'Grand Duke'?"

That's not surprising, if it wasn't for the demon family, the sudden increase of believers should be cramming and rushing to the doctor for emergencies, presumably something happened there.

Just like when I destroyed the five cities in the Southern Continent hundreds of years ago, ordinary people in other cities who didn't know the truth but knew a little about mysticism regarded themselves as a symbol of disaster, compiled some honorable names and prayed for them, It is hoped that this kind of power can come to the North Continent.

The prayers were automatically played unhurriedly, and when the latest one came, there were quite a few relatively calm voices mixed in with the crying and whining—at least they could finish their prayers without sobbing.

Edward finally discerned more details about these voices: there were males and females, just listening to the voices, they were not very old, about 30 or [-] years old, and still in the prime of human life, but the voices were full of intense emotions such as hatred, There is not much liveliness that young people should have.

"Great angel... If you really exist, can you give me strength..."

It seemed like a collective prayer too.Because these voices are all chanting the same sentence, only slightly different in the content of their prayers.These young people said in a voice without any emotional fluctuations: "I am willing to believe in you devoutly, sacrifice you with flesh and blood, and I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you. I ask you to give me the power of revenge..."

Finally a prayer I'm interested in.

If something happens in the Southern Continent, it will also give Hei Ye the illusion of "I have already gone to the Southern Continent", right?
Edward answered the call with great interest.

The young men and women who were secretly praying in the cave suddenly felt chills, panic and uneasiness appeared in their hearts at the same time, as if facing the gunpoints of the people in the northern continent, or walking alone in the jungle, turning their heads and meeting The beast behind him looked up.

Someone screamed, and everyone woke up from the state of prayer, and found that the candle flames placed on the stone platform on the upper floor, which was used as a simple altar, turned blue silently.A cold wind blew past, and the temperature seemed to drop by ten degrees.Goosebumps rose all over their bodies, as if it was an omen, they quickly gathered together and looked around vigilantly.

"Could it be that prayers were answered?" One of the young men rubbed his arms anxiously, and said nervously, "Didn't it mean that this honored name has never been evil...uh, has the great existence responded?"

"Wouldn't it be best if there was a response? We have no one to turn to now."

"That's right, everyone knows when you pray, this is the legendary demon! If it can give us power, I will praise it even if it is a demon!"

One of them was not afraid at all, but swallowed nervously.He boldly approached the altar, and was surprised to find that the simple sacrifices were burned to ashes. In the faint blue candlelight, these ashes formed the Dutan language of the Balam Empire:
"Pour out your killing intent and hatred on them."

"Exchange their lives for power from me."

A chill ran up his spine.Several people who were close saw these two sentences at a glance. They looked at each other, and they all saw panic, excitement, and the ecstasy of turning a corner.

The anxious young man saw that other people had also gathered near the altar, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get closer. When he saw these two lines, he couldn't help but worry again: "Every time the governor goes out, he will bring Dozens of bodyguards, and some people with special abilities like the generals in the rebel army, how could we kill him?"

The woman next to him immediately pushed him hard, and said angrily, "Don't call him the governor!"

"We don't need to do anything to the governor." Another said, "This god didn't say that he must kill them, did he? We can teach those bullies in the town a lesson..."

Another voice retorted: "The above said that their lives should be exchanged for strength."

The tone of the person just now immediately weakened: "Could it be that the gods did it themselves? I don't want to kill people..."

"Why don't you want to kill people!" the girl said loudly, "Those people have almost sold out the town because of their good relationship with the officials of the Northern Continent! I'm the only one left in my family. You dare not do anything. I'm going to kill him!"

After finishing speaking, the girl wiped the corners of her eyes fiercely, and ran outside with big strides, and the people around her quickly grabbed her:

"Calm down, in case this is a scam!"

"Yes, if you kill government officials, we will all be shot!"

"And we can't even buy guns, how can we kill people?"

……

These young people quarreled in a mess, and finally came to no conclusion.But as companions who prayed to the evil god together, before they left, they tacitly cleaned up all the remaining traces in the cave, and burned and buried all the items on the spot.

They dealt with the items silently, each with their own thoughts.They didn't speak again until they left this hidden cave and scattered.

And a few of them quietly broke off the unburned candles and carefully put them into their arms.

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The lightning gradually calmed down, and the darkness became the master of the earth.

The exploration team in the City of Silver finally arrived at their destination after a long but not short trek and sporadic battles.

With the help of the light that the animal skin lantern couldn't reach, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall, and saw the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses have collapsed, and only a few are still barely supporting, but the surfaces are all mottled and full of dust from time.

The coating with white and blue as the main tone, and the pointed building structure that is different from the City of Silver, are already gray, making it hard to imagine their original appearance.

However, Derrick could use this to get a glimpse of the city's past. It must have gone through a long period of time, had quite a number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark ages.

The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend the city walls, five or six or more teams, explore outside, hunt monsters, and find the resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in the short-term stability, they will sacrifice to the gods, their desires will be answered, and the next generation will be born to continue the hope.

However, they eventually disappeared in the darkness, lost all their voices, and left only a ruin.

The ruins are like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that struggled to survive but disappeared.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked around, his face was a little solemn, as if he had seen the future of the City of Silver.

He pointed to the front and said:
"Other places have been cleaned up."

"That temple is in the very center of the city."

The exploration team dispersed slightly, but they still maintained sufficient order and did not relax their vigilance on the surroundings.

Passing one ruin after another that had been destroyed for an unknown amount of time, and one street after another that was so quiet that it made people manic, Derrick finally saw a wide and high platform that was purely artificially piled up.

On the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple in the City of Silver, with stone pillars supporting the dome and arches forming the gate.

The style of the other buildings here is completely different, and it really is the "Fallen Creator" who later converted... Derrick just had such a thought, and three of the four lanterns in the team went out at the same time!

All of a sudden, most of the exploration team fell into pure darkness. There was no lightning in the sky, no candles on the ground, and the breathing sounds of the surrounding humans seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Derrick's body tensed instantly, and he felt as if some monster stuck out its tongue in the darkness, tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing actually appeared.

However, the team in the City of Silver was well-trained and experienced in many battles. They did not panic because of this, but immediately moved closer to the only lantern that was still on.The light was right next to him, and feeling the warmth and light, Derrick felt less uneasy. He looked up at the person carrying the lantern, and found that it was the extremely lucky Wesson Scalder.

It's surprising, but it's natural.

He just successfully completed his promotion not long ago, and now he is the "Dawn Knight" of Sequence 6, so he was sent on more dangerous exploration and patrol missions, so he also joined the exploration team this time.

It is said that he has made correct judgments in several crises in the past dozens of cycles, and saved the team from being wiped out by danger. It seems that his good luck is still playing a role this time.

At this time, a childish and helpless, frightened and dry voice sounded in his ears.

It was a child whispering:

"Help me... help me..."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react, but in an instant, a little bit of shimmering dust appeared in front of his eyes.

At the same time, Wesson Scold suddenly looked in a certain direction in the distance, showing a puzzled expression.

But neither of them noticed the strangeness of each other, so they both chose to remain silent, taking the sound they heard just now as a seductive trick commonly used by monsters in the dark.

The dust exploded one after another, igniting wisps of silvery white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Colin stared at Derrick, and said in a low voice:
"What are you thinking about?"

Derrick suddenly woke up, clasped his hands in shame, and put them in front of his mouth and nose, as if praying.

Quite bright rays of light immediately radiated from his body, causing the surrounding darkness to recede silently.

The other team members seized the time and re-lit the candles.

Because the "Demon Hunter" responded in a timely manner, no team members disappeared this time, and there were no new members.

Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick, looked at the half-collapsed temple on the high platform, and said solemnly:

"From now on, there can be no negligence, and the alert will be raised to the highest level."

TBC
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The City of Silver started a copy of the mural of the Ouroreus cycle.

(But in fact, there will not be much change. After all, Ouroreus just gave his father a little good luck in this life.)
(End of this chapter)