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

Chapter 20 Little Monster Joins Aurora Club

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In his left hand, Ademisor held the luggage prepared for him by the dean's wife, and in his right hand, he held the little rabbit made of rags sewn by the children of the workhouse.He wore a well-worn suit made by the best old tailor in the workhouse, who had been the best dressmaker in Tingen until a car accident lost his left hand a few years ago.Without a livelihood, he had to come to the poorhouse to work as a garment teacher and teach children.

The gentlemen and ladies passing by occasionally frowned at this dress, but Admisor didn't notice it. This was when he was at his neatest and most dignified.

"Pilgrim sect...Aurora...Aurora Society."

Ademisor took a few steps, muttered, and took out the note prepared by the dean's wife in his pocket, which clearly stated: After arriving at Backlund Station, look for someone wearing a black hat and wearing blue The man in the coat and brown trousers, he's the one who's going to serve you.

His seemingly unfocused gaze slowly scanned the people around him, one circle, two circles, and finally saw a person who met the requirements.The man was reading a newspaper, using the newspaper as a disguise to pay attention to him secretly.Seeing Ademisor looking over, the gentleman pondered for two seconds, folded the newspaper under his arm, and walked straight through the crowd:

"Are you Ademisor?" the man asked in a low voice.

He nodded.So the other party lowered the brim of the hat a little more, and turned half sideways to lead him the way: "Come with me, your dean should have said it."

Ademisor nodded again, followed this neatly dressed and shabby gentleman out of the station, walked up the streets of Backlund, turned into a secluded path, repeated several times, and then stopped outside a house.

The gentleman knocked on the door with a fixed rhythm, and there was also a knock on the door. The gentleman thought for a few seconds and knocked a few more times before the opposite wooden door finally opened.A very ordinary-looking girl opened the door. She nodded to the visitor, and then led the two of them to the wall of the hall. After flicking the wall lamp, the cabinet moved away automatically, revealing a dark passage.At this point, Ademisor could not remember at all.

"This is a temporary base, and the location of the headquarters will be announced to you after the handover is completed." The black-haired man said, "You came at the right time, we are short of people, don't be speechless when you see the adults later Come."

After turning a few turns and walking down a flight of stairs, the two finally came to a relatively wide underground space.Dozens of candlesticks illuminated the space, which was the size of a tennis court. Several people in black cloaks were registering. Reporting.

The black-haired man led Ademisor forward, came to the hooded black-robed leader, and said respectfully: "Mr. Z, I brought the person recommended by the "Tourism Sect". "

The person called Mr. Z put down the report in his hand, looked up at Ademisor who was standing there stupidly, and waved the other people who were reporting to step back temporarily.He turned his head, as if waiting for something.

The black-haired man hurriedly said, "Take out your letter of recommendation!"

Ademisor was stunned for two seconds, then bent down to open the suitcase, took out a letter from the neatly folded clothes, and handed it over. Mr. Z took a look at the wax seal, took it apart, glanced briefly, and put it aside after confirming the authenticity of the final seal.

"Your boss should have told you that although the "Pilgrim Sect" has many Beyonders with different paths, the "Destiny" path has no precedent for cultivating them. In order not to waste your talent, she handed you over to us. Mr. Z explained in a relatively simple way, "She has guaranteed you, your organization has paid in advance for your Sequence 8 potion fee, and can arrange for you to become a Sequence 9 Extraordinary within today.As long as you do things with peace of mind and accumulate credit, will we, Aurora, deduct your potion?do you understand? "

Ademisor nodded half-understanding.

"Then." Mr. Z asked again, "Almost everyone in the Aurora Society is now running for the glory of the Lord, and we don't support idlers. But your boss said you are very good, let's see what you can do."

"I……"

The dean's wife repeatedly asked him this question several times on the way to send him away. Now as long as he hears these few keywords, even if he doesn't think about it, Ademisor can answer instinctively. His tone is a little erratic but fluent Said: "I grew up in the welfare home of the charitable foundation. Because I was born too spiritual to live normally, I became a worker in the workhouse as an adult... I know some words, I can read and write, I can sew Making bed sheets and quilt covers, cutting simple clothes, making some furniture by hand, and experience in caring for patients, cooking food..."

"Very well, you are exactly the talent we need right now!"

Seeing that he was going to continue chanting, Mr. Z immediately raised his hand to interrupt.He made a gesture, and the man in black robe who was watching on the table next to him immediately lowered his head and began to fill in the form, and handed it to Mr. Z after finishing it.

"By the way, I still have to ask you a question." Mr. Z took the form, opened the inkpad, and asked, "What is your belief?"

Admisol replied without hesitation:

"Goddess of the Night."

Mr. Z's action of stamping his seal was stopped immediately, and the basement was so quiet that it could be heard in a blink of an eye. All the cultists present turned their eyes around and focused on Mr. Little Monster's face.

Ademisor was unconscious: "...the dean's wife said that as long as someone asks me this question outside, I have to answer like this."

call.Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the squirming flesh and blood retracted, the shadow that spread to his feet receded, and the hand holding the spell was taken out of the pocket, and the honored name that was halfway through the recitation disappeared.Everyone lowered their heads and turned around, and continued to learn about what to do.

"...We are internal personnel, you don't need to... Forget it, I tell you that you don't understand, you probably won't be able to wake up until Sequence 8." Mr. Z held his forehead and covered the form with the other hand Chapter, and then pushed it to the black-haired man, "As usual, take him to the East End to find Miss Maria, the head of the Pilgrim Sect, and let her arrange where the "monster" will work. "

"Okay, Mr. Z." The black-haired man showed joy. He bowed slightly, not daring to delay, and hurriedly pulled Ademisor, who hadn't reacted yet, out of the basement through another door.After they left, Mr. Z rubbed his temples, picked up the half-read report just now, and said politely to the round-faced man wearing glasses:
"Your Excellency, you seem to have always had a problem with our arrangement, but this is the oracle of the Lord. If you don't want to work in the poorhouse, we can contact the person in charge to change you to the orphanage."

The corner of Lanwusi's mouth twitched fiercely, and he said with a slight sarcasm: "...What if I still don't want to? The two people who asked me to join the Aurora Society didn't say that I would be a volunteer after I came. "

"This is the Lord's will. As His favored person, you should follow it, rather than intentionally disobeying it and causing us losses." Mr. Z, who was sent to manage the personnel department due to his serious dereliction of duty in the mission of God's Descending, expressed his gratitude for this sudden fall. The god-favored person didn't look good either, "If you don't want to, we won't do anything. At most, please go back to the headquarters and continue to rest. You can continue to eat and drink spicy food, but you can't leave the stipulated range."

"Oh, yes!" Lanwusi sneered, "I'd rather lie comfortably in my small villa and watch you hang out with dirty and low-class people outside every day, there is no difference between you! "

He turned and left, and the two guards at the door followed immediately.

Mr. Z watched his back and frowned in displeasure.

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"Fors." Xio shook his sleeping companion twice, "It's time to get up! It's already eight o'clock in the morning!"

The brown-haired lady, who was greedy for the warmth of the bed, grunted a few times reluctantly, trying to bury her in the blanket to avoid the call of her cohabitant.But the other party didn't eat the same thing, and directly pulled up the quilt, letting the cold air in the early morning of mid-September directly pour into the bed: "Get up! Forsi! You swore last night that you must get up big today! Write [-] words early and try to deliver the manuscript next week! Why can’t I get up now!”

"The matter of being a writer... can't be called procrastination... how can you write a manuscript if you don't recharge your batteries..." Fors babbled half asleep and half awake.After struggling with sleepiness for a long time, she finally opened her eyes with movements slowed down several times, sat up, and yawned.

"Oh, I'm so stupid, really, I never thought that a playwright of Mr. Vaughn's level would condescend to participate in the little best-selling author's party last night." The female writer said dejectedly, "He When you saw me, you asked me about the manuscript... There is still a month left! Don't add so much tension to me!"

"Only nineteen days left." Hugh retorted calmly.

"..." Forsi regained consciousness all of a sudden, but she became sluggish again in a blink of an eye, "Then I don't need to worry about writing now, that's right, that's right, Hugh, did you shout yesterday that you were going to attend the Extraordinary Gathering today? "

Xio didn't care how blunt her method of changing the subject was. After all, Miss Arbitrator herself was worried about reciting the name of the suspected evil god last night and seeing the existence of the suspected evil god in her dream.However, she kept hiding her worries, not wanting her companions to see the clues.

Miss Arbitrator nodded: "Yes, it will start in the afternoon." She was a little nervous before she finished speaking, "Forsi, is the person who sold the "Magistrate" formula you said still around?Can I find the Extraordinary to do the purification? "

"Don't worry, don't worry, it will go well." Fors comforted her friend, and then yawned again, "... Hugh, are you going out to buy breakfast? Help me go to the cake shop on the corner to buy one." Meat and fried egg sandwiches, a newspaper, and after dinner I start writing."

"You said the same thing last time, and after reading the newspaper all morning, you would rather be in a daze than write a word on the paper."

Xio complained a little about the cohabitants, put on her coat and pushed open the door, and before leaving, she turned her head and said, "Get up quickly!"

Fors fully agreed.As for after Xio left, she went back to bed and continued to sleep. She slept until Xio came back from buying breakfast and was woken up. Then she ate breakfast, drank coffee and read the newspaper. After spending the whole morning leisurely, she went to the rally. The words are not written, it is a later story.

TBC
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*Today is the day when Klein was assassinated by the hunter, who is about to assassinate the ambassador.

*Everyone at the Aurora Society's internal job fair was shocked: Shouldn't faith be a choice between His Royal Highness Angel of the Abyss and the Lord?Why is there a goddess of the night?You said you believe in Temperance Angels and we can all think you have worked hard!
Oh, you little idiot of the Destiny Path, that's all right.

(End of this chapter)