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

Chapter 17

61
Edward threaded the fishing line through a roller, attached one end to the side of the cradle, and the other end to the pedal of his piano.

"...what are you doing?" A voice came from the cradle.

"I want to work. This way I can rock the cradle as long as I step on the pedal. My wife once praised this idea." Edward sat down in front of the piano, with a pencil behind his ear, and his right hand was on the piano that had just been adjusted. A few scales popped up on his chest, and he held a dozen staff papers in his left hand.

"Have you ever thought that I am actually a mythical creature?" The real creator felt that he had nothing to say, his left eye said you had problems, and his right eye showed contempt.He held the edge of the cradle with his hands to prop up his upper body, watched Edward busy on the piano, writing and drawing on the stave from time to time, and couldn't help but say, "You are really leisurely, and you still have time to deal with work."

Edward glanced at him: "You have been divine for six days, have you figured out when you will reimburse me for my clothes and travel expenses? My clothes are high-end clothes from an old tailor in Queens, which cost nearly a hundred pounds. "

"..." The True Creator was silent for a moment, "I will definitely do it next time."

"During the hundreds of years you have been insane, your believers have entrusted me to write more than a dozen hymns and masses. If it weren't for the lack of actors, they would even entrust me to write operas related to the holy scriptures. They haven't even paid for it yet. , do you know the price of my creation? I'll give you a discount, and I'll settle it for [-] pounds."

The real creator who looked through the ledger lay down slowly: "I am a baby, you go tell the accountant of the Aurora Society."

The relationship between the two evil gods became closer because of money.

In the quiet study room, Angel of the Abyss recalled the general content of the play he was going to cooperate with Ms. Fors Wall. The process and the ending of revenge.

Then there should be a prelude that hints at the plot of the whole play... a low voice played by a wind instrument representing the calm hero, and a lively and playful high voice played by a string instrument representing the heroine.Interweave them together, follow the twists and turns of the plot, and build the whole piece of music. The configuration of the band will be arranged according to the situation, and it will be cut according to the detailed script at that time. It is expected to be submitted to the theater for performance by the end of this year.

"The people in charge of Aurora Society are all running around because of your previous global broadcast, otherwise you wouldn't be here with me."

Edward quickly wrote the draft of the main theme in eight bars: "The brief cessation of ravings and the excitement of the high-level collectives of the Shepherd's Path are already very doubtful. If you stay in Aurora, it will cause even greater commotion, and the steam night storm will casually One of the gods can shoot you to death."

"The Aurora Society has been in internal chaos recently." The True Creator replied calmly, "I want to reshape my image, get back the brilliance, and connect my present self with my past self. Some believers believe in me just for the sake of righteousness and self-confidence. Do evil. Some pious believers were delighted by my announcement, and a struggle broke out between the two factions."

"However, that faction is not strong. The Dark Saints are still watching to catch them all. They are all my anchors. It is best to be able to persuade and influence them. If it doesn't make sense, they will be dealt with."

"Sounds like good news."

"During the time of Tingen, do you want to slaughter the city and get promoted?"

"That's right, if I succeed, I will complete six of the nine massacres. I am 70.00% confident that I will be promoted successfully." Edward replied nonchalantly while playing and improvising the harmony, "If I succeed, the city will probably be on the next stage." For at least 500 years, it will become the jedi of life, the hunting ground of the dead, and the projection of the abyss on the earth."

"So what are the actual casualties?"

"As of today, all the influences I left behind have been wiped out by the church, with a total of 350 casualties. Very few. According to my style, at least a zero will be added after it."

He stopped playing the piano, and suddenly turned his head: "Wait a minute."

"My disobedient student came to me," Edward said. "He came later than I thought."

62
Today is the sixth day after the tragedy. Ademisor sat on the steps of the poorhouse, staring at the sun in the sky with bewildered eyes. The children finished their afternoon classes and were chattering and playing in the street.

Just like what he saw in the River of Destiny, Tingen was submerged by the sea of ​​blood, but the red moonlight was shining again. Except for a few people who were swept away by the sea of ​​blood, Tingen was miraculously preserved.Only a few perennially frail and sickly people in the workhouse lost their lives in this disaster, and they seemed to be asleep with peaceful expressions.The dean, who was over seventy years old, held a simple funeral for them, notified their relatives, and sent the remains to various churches according to their beliefs. The pastor held a collective requiem and then buried them.

Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Flat shoes, this is Dean's footsteps.He looked back and saw the dean running out in a hurry, meeting a young man with dark gray hair who had just arrived in front of the poorhouse.The young man was wearing an old and outdated coat, covered in dust, and had the peculiar smell of engine oil on a steam train.The dean walked up to the young man and said something anxiously. The latter listened with a serious expression, and the two walked into the workhouse like this.

"Boss, you are finally here." The old woman closed the door in the director's room of the workhouse.She looked sad, holding a blue handkerchief in her hand, "Last week Tingen encountered a crisis, and the half "monster" Ademisor was the first to see the omen of the disaster, but we tried our best but could not find a way to avoid the crisis, church statistics It is estimated that the death toll is more than [-], but it is impossible to calculate how many people died in the disaster. "

Richard nodded: "What is the church's investigation result?"

The dean replied: "It was the panic caused by the firearms of the robbers, and the accidental fire in the street. The chaos caused some pessimistic people to lose their will to live, which in turn led to taking medicine and dying in their sleep."

"Dead in sleep..." Richard repeated softly, thoughtfully, "Then what news did we inquire about?"

"Earlier, a wife who was suspected of being a "witch" died unexpectedly, and her death was tragic. In connection with this incident, the investigation results of the Church Extraordinary are: "demon". The dean thought of something, and immediately added, "The church believes that the death of the witch is a ritual to please the devil. As for how the subsequent investigation results were obtained, the church has not announced it, and we have no idea." "

Richard's eyebrows furrowed and then stretched out. He showed a thoughtful expression, and then asked about the details: "Is the workhouse still funded enough this month? I checked the account books, and there was only a loss of fifty pounds in August. , Compared with July, there has been great progress, how are the children living and studying recently?"

"The children are all well. There were no casualties in this disaster. Little Alia, who has been admitted to the grammar school, is also safe. She worked hard..." The dean was stunned, with a look of distress on his face. The color was finally diluted by joy, "We took an order from the church welfare home, and asked the children to help process some simple semi-finished clothing, so as to earn some money to subsidize expenses. Chief, this year is already... September, winter... "

"I just came back from Feneport. Thanks to the benevolent Mother Earth, I have raised enough funds for winter and New Year's start-up. At that time, I will order direct sales of cotton from Intis's partners in bulk. This year can be almost all Renovate the beds and make some cotton clothes with spare money, so everyone can have a warm New Year."

The Temperance Angel had been prepared for a long time, and took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote and drew, and then counted out a full fifty pounds from the suitcase, and put it on the dean's desk.The dean was taken aback, and quickly put the banknotes back into Richard's hand: "What are you doing? We have enough money this month, and the children can afford vegetable soup with meat and wheat bran." Bread, don't need your subsidy!"

"This is a subsidy for emergencies in Tingen. The relatives of the deceased in the workhouse need some money to soothe the wounded."

Hearing this, the old woman's smile suddenly became a little sad.

"Boss, among the six unfortunate people who died, five were people who lived in the poorhouse all year round and helped us with their sick bodies."

The dean's wife replied softly: "There is only one little girl whose parents are still alive and who came last month. She was weak and sick from birth, and later became terminally ill. The devout prayers of her parents did not allow the gods to give this child a little blessing. The business parents spent almost all their savings to treat her illness, and finally had to send her to us. On that day, she died, she died with a smile, but her face was full of tears."

"After her death, her parents accepted the news calmly and took the body and all belongings to the cemetery for burial."

"...Life is a pilgrimage to accumulate pain and happiness. We cannot fight against death, but at least we must let people have good memories." Richard lowered his eyes and prayed slowly, "Now that she has finished her journey and gained peace, No more sorrow and cold, bless her, praise the Lord."

"Praise the Lord." The old woman also closed her eyes and prayed quietly.

After a moment of silence, Richard said goodbye to the dean and left the dean's room.

He came to the small secluded prayer room in the corner of the floor, closed the door, knelt down on one knee, and quietly recited his honorable name.

"You are the essence of withering, the monarch from the deep black land."

"... Your Graceful Highness Edward Vaughn - Lord, your faithful believers beseech your attention, your response."

After reading it three times in a row and waiting for a few minutes, a strange gaze finally came. The small prayer room was dimmed for a moment, and the sunlight coming in from the window became pale and cold.

"Richard Ernst."

A corresponding hallucination appeared before the eyes of the Temperance Angel: flowing black mist, and a faint figure behind the black mist.

His teacher asked, "What do you want?"

63
"What's your business?"

I asked Him this way, and in fact I could have guessed it without asking.When He took the initiative to pray to me, he either sacrificed the account book, prayed for some financial assistance, or some news from the indulgent faction. Since He became an angel, what he passed on was basically nonsense.But this time, I can imagine His question should be: Why do you want to kill innocent people?
"Lord, why did you descend on Tingen and take away people's souls?" Richard knelt on the ground with his head bowed deeply, "Thank you for your response."

"This is a ceremony for my ally, the True Creator, to descend upon the earth. I replied to him, "Enough deaths and souls to allow a true God to descend, this is already the smallest price. "

"...You have fulfilled your promise, you have given peace to those who are desperate, and you have left those who love life unscathed. Thank you for your mercy."

Temperance Angel’s tone is full of special emotions, it’s sadness and helplessness, I understand his mood very well, after following me for 200 years, I’m still not used to being a demon, and I still think I’m different from other crazy demons, and I still persistently believe that I can Using "humanity" to let me regain compassion and kindness, I am also very sad and helpless.But if most people in the world are "hypocritical", then Richard Ernst is indeed one of the few "good people" who is qualified to condemn me.But this kind of orderly goodness was educated by "demons". This matter must not be known to the Seven Gods and everyone outside, otherwise I may be ridiculed by them to the end of the day.

The conversation after that was very simple. He continued to admonish me and condemn me. I did not play devilish tricks with him. I frankly admitted that these 350 lives were all brand new blood debts on my body.

He is excellent, although annoying but still useful, so I will not take him back for the time being.After a conversation of no value, He offered to resign, and I also took the opportunity to say goodbye and cut off contact. The whole conversation lasted only 5 minutes. This is the normal state of my communication with Him for 100 years.

The work is still going on, and the score for an opera is not even finished.I looked at the manuscript paper in my hand, and remembered that I went home yesterday, and I should write a letter to Miss Fors Wall, ask her how she is doing, and make an appointment to check the progress of the script.

TBC
----------

The first transitional chapter happened during the day when Klein woke up.

*Strictly speaking, the Declining King actually has no gender. He didn't have one, and he has been a mythical creature for tens of thousands of years. He is "He", and his gender can be defined by himself.

*In the follow-up plot, other people will condemn Edward's indiscriminate killing of innocents in Tingen (you can guess who), but at that time Edward did not admit it frankly, but used devil sophistry to lure the other party into falling into him with great interest logic, wanting the other party to lose control due to the collapse of their beliefs.Although not entirely successful, it also planted the seeds of doubt and wavering that, sooner or later, would explode his mind.

But Edward would not do this in front of Richard, because it was meaningless, and Richard was indeed qualified to condemn him, so he didn't bother to defend himself.

(End of this chapter)