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

Chapter 177

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It turned out that Medici was quite interested in this matter.

Sauron took the lead in attacking:

"Why do you juniors of your age want to leave the family? Although the Sauron family has declined, it is not enough to support a little girl, right? She is in her 20s and still a Sequence 8, and she will definitely not become a demigod in the future." For the sake of this bloodline identity, she will not participate in the marriage, so why is she running away?"

Trainor nodded politely and perfunctorily: "You're right."

Then he realized that Sauron was asking him, so he immediately took out an account book: "The family's annual debt in 1359 was as high as 11w Felkin, including maintaining decent castle repairs and hunting grounds. In order to maintain the standard of living of the family, the debt at the end of the year is very high. It’s the annuity deducted from the family.”

"Simply put, the lower-level branch families are almost out of food."

Sauron was not interested in this: "So what, they are all members of the same family, wouldn't it be beneficial to separate families?"

Trainor nodded politely and perfunctorily: "You're right."

"However, after the coup, the influence of the Sauron family in the country was indeed very low. Because the Roselles published a lot of literary and artistic works that satirized the royal family. Unfortunately, the regime at that time was indeed quite corrupt."

"Now the Sauron family is only equivalent to an ordinary mid-level noble. Elaine is still a collateral line within four generations, but she doesn't get much preferential treatment from the family. Instead, she needs to go out to make money and even feed back the family at a young age. "

Sauron's focus is strange:
"Why do you still keep the family's account book from last year?"

Trainor paused for a second.

He said: "Because I want to see which relatives have divided the stained factory I left on purpose."

He said darkly: "Although they all have serious illegal activities such as tax evasion, illegal sewage discharge, malicious attack on competitors, illegal unpaid overtime and other serious illegal activities, the overall value exceeds 15 Felkin, which is enough to temporarily fill the financial hole. .”

"There are too many people in the family who are greedy for these real properties. Before I left, I deliberately didn't transfer the property rights. The old immortals will definitely divide the property. Heh, the money from the lawsuit to open the relationship will be enough for them to drink a pot."

Sauron first wanted to praise this conspiracy, but then said, "Aren't you old?"

Trainor immediately lowered his eyebrows and said, "That's right, I'm wishing them a long life."

Medici couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a laugh.He stretched out his hand and patted back Sauron, who was made aggrieved by his unworthy descendants, and said another thing with great interest:
"Your great-granddaughter said that there is a holy witch behind the little witch?"

It's hard to deal with it, and Traynor, who just wants to go to work safely and earnestly fish, secretly sighed and couldn't escape: "Yes."

"Oh, regarding the last Loen smog incident, did the Jagged Society get any information from countries negotiating with the Witch Sect?"

Traynor rummaged in the drawer, then unfolded a paper airplane in the corner of the drawer nonchalantly, and read:
"Intis has negotiated with the witch, and the information has not been updated yet."

"The Feysac Empire wanted to negotiate with the 'Vice General of Disease' of the Witch Sect through the 'Twilight Vice Admiral', but there was a fierce fight with the 'Blood Admiral' on the way, without success."

"Probably because Loen gave the Witch Sect considerable benefits in the cooperation."

Traynor puts down the creased report: "It feels like the Witch Cult is not very enthusiastic about revealing the inside story of the Great Smog."

Medici nodded:
"it is good."

"Let's go to the old witch behind the little witch to negotiate directly."

Trainor: ....

Treynor struggled: "Do you want to cause diplomatic disputes? The personnel we have recruited have not yet reached the target line. With all due respect, Your Highness the Red Angel, this matter will be handled by an informant from the intelligence department, so please do not trouble yourself."

Medici snorted unabashedly: "It's been more than half a month since the New Year's Day, and I haven't even been able to find information smoothly, so I still have the face to call myself an intelligence department? It's better to resign by yourself before you eat dinner. "

Trainor also felt that the intelligence department was too dry, but he still defended himself a few words:

"After all, this is a national issue."

"If you want to use this to impeach Ruen, all the evidence must be..."

Medici snorted loudly again: "That's it? Hands are tied! Hunters are getting worse and worse. In fact, war doesn't need any justification at all! As long as you have ambition and desire!"

"Just take it as a human's moral cleanliness."

Trainor also didn't care about the so-called excuse of justice: "So..."

"Leave those things alone, how can you find good hunters and soldiers sitting in an office?"

Medici waved his hand smartly, took off the coat from the hanger and threw it on his back, and then walked away smartly:

"Once the flames of war spread, the hunters will come upon hearing the news! You can write a note asking for a leave of absence and let Reina come back to work."

"It's Raymond." Treynor complained sharply, "Sure enough, you got impatient with the interview in the HR department and want to go to sea to have some fun, right?"

"Your little mouth is really full of honey, you pay for the boat ticket."

Medici said with a smile in his voice: "Turn back, the communion of the Iron Cross is not allowed, the new communion bread has arrived!"

Communion bread?What...Trainer shook his head and resigned himself to packing important documents.

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Frank looked at the piece of paper floating in the air in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise:
"Aurora will want to buy my failed technology and wheat seeds?"

On the piece of paper hanging in the air, an extra line of words appeared: Yes.

Then, the next line gradually appeared in the handwritten Northern Continent Common Language: If you agree, you can quote yourself.

Homemade pies got huge reviews, Frank received a dozen compliments and food feedback (although only a third left after cutting out all the crazy praises of the real creator), and the Aurora Society followed suit Later, he made a request to purchase technology and improved seeds, which made Frank have to think seriously after being surprised and shocked, whether his recent energetic research has gone too far and got too close to the famous cult organization up.

"This... I don't know how much this technology is worth, how much are they willing to ask for?"

A price list appeared on the note: technology and seeds, totaling ten thousand pounds.

so tall!Aurora will attach so much importance to my technology, and if they are willing to spend so much money, they will definitely get a greater return... So why did they directly ask for such a high price?Are they crazy or simple-minded?
With a serious expression on Frank's tanned face, he replied cautiously: "Great 'mentor', can I ask Aurora Society what it wants to buy technology and seeds for?"

The existing handwriting on the paper slowly disappeared, while new words were constantly being updated:
Aurora will think that your technology is similar to the puppet manufacturing technology of the "Generalist" path, and wants to buy it back for research, and use this technology to cultivate and increase food production, liberating manpower to a certain extent.

This sounds like a good thing, but... Frank hesitated.

"Dear 'Mentor', I can't judge whether the Aurora Society can do all this."

Without strong notarization means, coupled with the extremely bad reputation of the Aurora Society, Frank could not believe these words at all.

It is said that in Loen last year alone, the Aurora Society participated in both the assassination of Ambassador Intis and the infiltration of foreign spies, and quite a few people believed that the Aurora Society must have been involved in the smog tragedy at the end of the year.It's hard not to let Frank feel that helping them is tantamount to increasing the number of cult members and helping them attract believers to the evil god "True Creator".

Small orders like food alone can be mutually beneficial, but the unstable and dangerous technology in your hands cannot be delivered so simply.

A line of words was updated on the note in midair: Aurora will indicate that you can inspect it at any time.

... No, not this question!If I go, I will also become one of the believers of the "True Creator", right? !Mother, I will never easily step into the camp of the evil secret organization!

After hesitating for a while, Frank shook his head firmly:
"Dear 'mentor', please help me tell them that my technology still has serious flaws and I won't be selling it for the time being."

"And rather than researching the technical route that failed to improve, my top priority is to quickly complete the apple that tastes like roast chicken."

The next sentence appeared on the note: Good.What about wheat?
Speaking of this, Frank showed a smile on his face. He looked at the sack of wheat seeds that had been prepared in the corner and the cultivation manual packed inside, and said:

"I am going to sell the wheat seeds to my friend, and I believe he can use these seeds to save more people."

"His name is Richard Ernst, and he is a well-known philanthropist. It's just that he hasn't responded to my letter during this period, and I haven't had time to tell him about the wheat seeds and gifts."

There was no new writing on the note for several seconds, and then the "mentor" on the opposite side wrote:
You can contact him directly by name.

him?Frank froze.He stared at the word for a moment and didn't react.

yes he.The handwriting appeared unhurriedly, and at the end there was even an emoji drinking tea. He can respond to the honored name all over the world. Do you want me to tell you his name?
Frank became confused in the wind. He didn't know whether he should be proud that he knew an angel, or shocked that his friend was an angel. At this moment, he suddenly heard a muffled sound from the ceiling directly above him. It seemed as if something had fallen to the ground, followed by a tooth-piercing sound of scratching the boards.

——Because of Cattleya's request, his laboratory was set up directly under the captain's cabin.

"There seems to be something wrong with the captain." He hurriedly said, "Great 'mentor', I'm going to confirm the safety of the captain, please forgive me for not being able to talk to you again."

A "hmm" appeared on the floating note, and then it turned into a phantom and disappeared.

But as Frank ran out of the laboratory, Edward, who was far away from the volcano in the southern continent, suddenly stopped. He tilted his head in doubt, and the paper suddenly appeared in Frank's laboratory again, and then penetrated upwards through the ceiling Arrive at the captain's cabin.

The illusory paper merged with the chandelier in the captain's cabin, and a black eye opened on the glass lampshade. He looked down and saw Frank, who was extremely anxious because of the captain's coma, and also saw the captain whose spirit body disappeared.

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Agarito, who was sitting in the shade on the deck, turned his head synchronously.

The picture that Edward saw appeared in his mind, but in just one or two minutes, the mutated ears on the "Admiral of the Stars" retracted, the flesh and blood gaps covered with eyes slowly closed, and the violent spirit and ravings returned to calm
"Origin Castle? 'Admiral of the Stars'... Could it be that he was also chosen by Klein?"

"The Sefirah Castle Conference—the Tarot Society seems to be growing, but there is already a message from Forsi, so there is no need for Cattleya to use it..."

The function was repeated. Ever since he knew that there were no demigods in the Tarot Society, his interest and wariness in this meeting had dropped to the lowest.Maybe this "Admiral of the Stars" will be the highest sequence in the entire meeting...

Thinking of this, Agaritu frowned subconsciously.

"From June last year to January this year, from 9 to 6 for more than half a year, does he think this speed is normal?"

"Forget it, he should have a relatively clear and distant goal. With this goal, he feels that his promotion speed is normal and the result of his own hard work..."

If it was Fushengxuanhuang Tianzun's successor, it would be reasonable for him to be promoted so fast - but what Tianzun needs is just a container to carry his own spirit and characteristics, and there is no need for Klein to be promoted steadily.

At the same time, Klein seemed to be ignorant of the fact that he was the second hand, and even carelessly used his honorable name to link himself with Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... There must be something wrong with it, and it will evolve into what it is now.

The "faceless puppet" went to Bayam for two days, but found that Klein was not there, and he didn't know where he went.

Just as he was thinking about it, the first officer handed over a document and said in a low voice, "Captain, this is a transaction contract with the Lingjiao Group."

In the end, it was the Spiritual Cult... Agaritu took the document and flipped through it casually.

In fact, more than 800 slaves were stuffed in the corners of the slave ship. The "Death" used more than 200 slaves, doubled the size of the captain's cabin, and then divided up a part of it by the pirates. There are nearly 500 people left.According to the price offered by the Lingjiao Group, it is 1 pound and 15 soli per head.The Lingjiao Group originally wanted men, women and children to redeem at different prices, but in the end they chose a unified price.

By the way, the price limit for the Rose School of Thought is 1 pound 12 soli.

The ransom of more than 800 pounds was paid in the form of a check commonly used in the North Continent. The slave ship has been pulled back by the Spiritual Cult. It is said that the "Hell Admiral" Ludwell was supposed to drop by the way to escort, but it was changed to "Death Messenger" halfway through. "Mirella.

Because the Lingjiao group is worried that the "General of Hell" who sent life equally to the underworld will send the people he bought back to the god of death.

It seems that the "Pale Queen" has had good fortune recently, and has achieved remarkable results in attacking important colonial cities several times, causing her approval rating in the southern continent to surpass Siea in one fell swoop. ...It seems that the city that was attacked at the beginning did agree to the request to replace the governor, but the "Pale Queen" still did not leave the city.Not only was it more time-delaying than Loen's side, but also unexplained murders continued to occur during the period, and most of the murdered were foreigners living in the city.This kind of indiscriminate massacre seems to be the style of the Rose School. The "Pale Queen" did not stop it, but used it to put pressure on the government.

Sia Eggers has a great chance of winning back the city, but if he really resists to the end, it means that the colony will declare that the War of Independence is about to begin. Not only Loen, but also the countries in the Northern Continent will not sit idly by...

The communication industry in the Northern Continent is underdeveloped, and the Southern Continent is even worse
"Messenger of Death" Mirella completed the handover and was about to leave when she suddenly stood on the deck and asked from a distance:
"Dear 'Undead King', would you like to visit the 'Sunken Laurel'?"

The news has already spread?It just so happened that the closest course was also heading towards the violent sea.

Agaritu looked up at him and nodded.

With a calm expression, Mireira said slightly hintingly: "Our Majesty the Empress does not want Balam's cultural relics to be obtained by outsiders."

"Then let your queen personally salvage the sunken ship." Agaritu said coldly, "Treasures at sea are first come, first served!"

Mirella is not angry:
"I understand your attitude."

"Perhaps, we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship. If you can still intercept the slave ship, we will redeem it at the current or even higher price."

"Not interested." Agaritu replied impatiently, "I will consider contacting you if I have leftovers, so go away."

Mirella walked away with her fists clenched.

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In the corner of the southern continent, Edward tore off a page of the wall calendar in his room, and looked at today's date.

After he was convinced that he had erased all mystical connections and was fully prepared for anti-divination, He naturally opened the door and left

Half a minute later, He appeared in a small village in the Balam Empire.Edward stood there for a while, seeing that there were no visions in the sky or thunder, he happily stepped forward and walked into the ruined village.

This place has long been a scene of purgatory on earth.

Corpses can be seen everywhere, lying on the ground or near houses, flies, crows, and many scavengers wander among them, wild dogs wagging their tails and running back and forth, tearing up the corpses to feast on.

The corpses were all scrawny, with bronzed skin.Most of them were lying down, with wounds or bullet holes all over their bodies. They obviously did not die from disease, starvation or natural causes, but were killed artificially.

Holding his cane, Edward walked briskly in this small town filled with the smell of blood and corpses.When he came to an intersection, he suddenly turned a corner and came to the third collapsed house. He lifted up a pillow-sized rag, and found a scrawny little girl with flies on her eyelids.

She was already dead, with blood not yet fully coagulated in the abdomen and lower body, and penetrating wounds on the temples and head from top to bottom.Her body was already freezing cold, but Edward squatted down, held the hand the size of a cat's claw with a smile on his face, and asked softly:

"Son, who killed you?"

The child's corpse remained silent, but a little girl covered in blood and with disheveled and dirty hair slowly appeared beside him. The little girl said hoarsely in a childish voice:
"Soldiers came to the village, and my mother told me to hide here..."

"...Mom said, just wait a little longer..."

"Just wait a little longer, and you will be able to wait for Her Majesty's army..."

"She's coming soon...I just need to sleep here for a while..."

Then, her figure became erratic and transparent, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

Edward stood up, looked to the north, and walked northeast, avoiding the disheveled and mutilated corpse of a woman lying outside the door.

He took one step, two steps, and the shallow footprints were filled with blood.The blood seemed to be endless, expanding outward rapidly, devouring the ruined walls and the bones of the corpses all over the ground. The scavengers who had no time to escape also melted in it, and the unwilling malice and resentment blended into it.Soon the entire small village was cleaned, and a huge hideous monster made of human severed limbs and blood stood in the center of the village. The head was made up of countless faces.

It moved, spread its wings made of broken bones and rotten flesh, and continuously dropped corpse water and blood as it walked.It followed behind Edward, but from time to time wanted to instinctively go in another direction.

Edward turned his head to look at it, and waved his hand indifferently:
"Go ahead."

When the corpse monster heard the words, all the faces on the head made of human faces showed smiles, and it immediately rushed in another direction.

Ten minutes later, Edward arrived leisurely like a walk. There were two similar monsters standing there. Most of the corpses that made up the new monsters were dressed in military uniforms, and guns and daggers were scattered on the ground.

"Go ahead." Edward ordered in a good mood, "You can go wherever you want."

He watched the two monsters leave, stretched himself, and planned to go to another city for lunch first.

TBC
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It feels like a world war is coming early.

My God, the app has a bug in synchronization and scared me to death. The title of this chapter is Going out for a walk (grass)
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