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

Chapter 252 Preparation
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Audrey sat by the window and finished reading this letter, which was much shorter than usual, her brows were full of sorrow.

She prepared a pen and paper and wanted to reply, but after thinking for a long time, she didn't know how to speak.

Susie, who was squatting at her feet, pawed at the newspapers on the ground with her paws. She keenly noticed the changes in Audrey's mood, and asked with concern:
"Audrey, are you okay?"

Miss Hall put down the letter slowly, pursed her lips, and said worriedly:
"I'm fine, Susie. It's just..."

Audrey's tone was a little low: "I'm a little worried about Alfred."

The letter paper and envelopes on the table are already too crude as letters from the earl's family. They are sealed with white paper and ordinary brown envelopes that can be seen everywhere. There are no letter paper and envelopes with family patterns printed on them, and the sealing wax is not used. emblem.

But she clearly remembered that Alfred, who often wrote letters to his family, would prepare special stationery envelopes made by many families, so that they could be sent directly to the postman of the Hall family.Judging from the current number of times, it is absolutely impossible to run out.

What made her even more uneasy was that upon closer inspection, there were even faint dark red stains on the letter paper and envelopes... Audrey made a gesture with her hand holding the worst guess, and realized that it should be the hand holding the pen. When I wrote the letter, I wiped the white paper, leaving traces.

There are various indications that Alfred's current condition is very bad, even very bad.

The flames of war started from the southern continent, and the colonies are the front lines. The fierce war has already begun. Since Loen's own country will not be burned in a short time, I don't take this matter too seriously. With a relaxed mind... Audrey took two deep breaths to control her heartbeat, calmed down quickly, and thought about what she could do.

As a noble girl, Audrey certainly couldn't go to the front line to provide support, but there are many things she can do.

She moved her legs, leaned down, hugged Susie with soft and warm hair, and said in a thoughtful tone:

"Susie, I think I can provide some help and material assistance to the officers in the colony."

"Alfred and the others may need more water, food, clothes, and weapons. Well, in fact, the kingdom has noble children in many colonies in the southern continent to join the army, such as Marianna's younger brother, the eldest son of Baroness Lawrence... I We can convey this intention to them, and they will definitely care about their relatives in the Southern Continent..."

"It should be successful. This matter can be led by the officers, or Dad can also pay some money and purchase some items in the name of the family members, so as to provide useful supplies and assistance to the soldiers fighting on the front line..."

Audrey spoke slowly, already having a complete plan in her mind.

She has done similar things many times, so she began to think about when and where to lead to similar topics.

Living in the castles and manors in the family territory, Audrey's aristocratic life was not affected by the war, and her life with her friends was also the same as before. The ball and tea party started as usual, and she was going to wear the new clothes when she returned to Backlund. Dresses and new jewelry are also being prepared as usual. Without this letter from Alfred, it would be difficult for her to realize the current situation in the Southern Continent.

Susie, who was hugged tightly by it, could also feel that Audrey felt less and less, but there was always a trace of uneasiness. It rubbed against Audrey's neck and comforted her with a "psychiatrist" attitude:
"It's okay, Audrey, it will be fine."

"The church has been able to defeat the evil god organization's conspiracy every time, and it must be the same this time."

Audrey showed a smile: "Praise the goddess, I hope so."

She sat up straight and combed her drooping hair behind her ears. A question suddenly appeared in her mind:
"Why do they keep fighting?"

When the colonial war really affected her life and her family, Audrey felt confused for the first time, as if she had doubts about a certain truth in this world.

"The belief in the God of Death and the Bound God is ignorant. Their followers are crazy, cruel, and worship bloody sacrifices..."

"The education level in the Southern Continent is also very low. Before they were opened to the sea route, they still lived a simple farming life..."

"The Church of the Seven Gods and the Northern Continent are better both in terms of civilization and the teachings of the gods. The Northern Continent brought steam and machinery, the crystallization of knowledge and civilization to the Southern Continent, opened schools and companies, and the Church will They were liberated from primitive and ignorant beliefs..."

"But why, they still actively support the rebels, terrorists and cult regimes?"

A person from the Southern Continent can work, live and get paid normally in the colony...but they choose to kill the people from the Northern Continent around them and donate property and land to the cult regime. Why?
Don't they know who they are supporting?
Of course, Audrey is not the innocent, kind, ignorant aristocratic girl she was a year ago. She knows that there are many scary parts and dark sides in this world. It's not as harmonious as it says in the book.

But just like choosing not to call the police because of some negligent policemen, this matter is still beyond her comprehension.

She suddenly had the urge to find out why.

……

General Qatami's garrison.

In the brightly lit living room, Katami, who was a bit rich, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight illuminated most of the house.

His general's mansion has only a few Balam characteristics. The style, doors, windows, and system are all in the style of Loen. The gold used for decoration is made into Balam's characteristic patterns. The silver-plated wallpaper depicts their family's emblem and History, human bone ornaments, nothing else.

Katami is a person who loves cultural relics and collections. He loves to decorate his mansion with collections and antiques. Seemingly ordinary items may be old objects with a history of more than a hundred years.

The bone china teacup was painted with gold patterns, and the visitors were more silent than before. Combined with the recent situation, Katami also felt a little bit drummed.

But he didn't feel too much uneasiness because of the war between the two countries, because he was still a descendant of the royal family supported by the church, and the royal family faction would protect his life. No matter which side Ruen and Balam won, he had Confidence continues to be privileged by virtue of its connections and status.

Therefore, his mentality is much more relaxed than that of the guests.

"How's the situation in the north... recently?" After exchanging pleasantries, Katami probed.

Only then did the middle-aged man recover from the silence, and he spoke with care like gold: "The Balam Empire began to gradually take back small cities and surrounding plantations and farms, and the local garrisons could barely resist it, and the disadvantage can only be reversed when the general arrives. "

Of course, the generals he was talking about would not be those warlords with certain territory and private soldiers on the South Continent, but those demigod generals with power and status on the North Continent... Katami was a little nervous, if such a person came No, people like me who call themselves generals will be really sad in the future!

But he was powerless to stop it, so he could only say respectfully: "That's really great, I hope the Southern Continent will stabilize soon."

The middle-aged man with the appearance of a Loenian nodded and fell silent again.

Katami felt that the atmosphere was a bit dignified, and was about to say something, when he suddenly noticed that the other party's eyes fell on the remote storage shelf, he immediately smiled and said, "What collection do you fancy?"

The Loen garrison officer's eyes were firmly attracted by something on the shelf, he looked away with difficulty, pointed to a very distinctive black lamp and asked, "What is that?"

Katami looked in the direction of the opponent's finger, frowned and thought for a while, then said:
"That's a cultural relic I bought a few years ago, and it's the legacy of a relative of mine in the Church of Death."

"Why haven't I seen it before?" The garrison officer couldn't look away, he felt completely attracted by this lamp.

Katami followed some vague memories and said:
"It's a relic of a relative. It is said that it came out of the palace, but it is just an ornament, so I have been keeping it in the warehouse."

"Then why did you take it out again?"

The officer stood up, picked up the black lamp and looked at it carefully.The lamp is made of gold, painted with a layer of black lacquer, engraved with many obscure and complicated symbols, and many strange characters like birds or snakes gathered together, it is indeed a cultural relic of the Balam Empire.

The vague memory became clear, and Katami said with a smile: "I went to the warehouse to look for something last week, and I just turned it out."

"I was thinking about a business at the time, and I said I hoped the business could be done. It turned out that it was done. I thought this lamp was an auspicious object, so I took it out."

He saw what the garrison officer meant, and said kindly: "This item is just eating ashes in the warehouse in my hands. Maybe it can be better taken care of in the museum of the Loen Kingdom."

The officer loved the lamp so much, he couldn't help showing a smile when he heard Katami's words:
"Of course."

Katami also smiled, and everyone was happy at the scene of selling cultural relics.

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"Lord, it's ready," Medici said.

The real creator nodded and looked at the wooden picture frame placed on the carpet in the room.

The matter is very important. Their actions to go to Rasha should be as secretive as possible, without leaving any traces of mysticism as much as possible. Therefore, they left the corresponding coordinates of the spirit world on Rasha early on, and opened the door directly to avoid possible accidents on the way. There will be surprises.

"Confirm one last time."

"Row."

"Three drops of Ouroreus' blood."

"Bring it."

"Blessings and spells of the Angel of the Word."

"Bring it."

"that's it."

"That's it?" Medici frowned, "Master, I think it's still too insecure. In case three traitors come together to find trouble, what can I do with a Sequence Two? You can find a Sequence One to help? I think Outer God has a contract spirit."

The True Creator remained expressionless: "Called."

Medici asked the bottom line: "Did you really yell?"

"I don't intend to let him participate. He can't wait to be struck by lightning twice, or be beaten to death by any of the seven gods. He is willing to retaliate. If he is injured during my promotion ceremony, that will be a big deal. It's out of control." Every time the real creator talks about the outer god, his expression will immediately become distorted and tangled, "I just want him to provide some remote help."

Feng Shui took turns, Edward needed his help to advance to Sequence One in the Southern Continent, and now he is Sequence Two, and he also asked for help from the other party.

Medici lit another cigarette, and the pungent and pungent smell made it clear that it was produced by Feysac:

"Isn't the Outer God unprofitable? What did you pay for it?"

The True Creator returned to his expressionless face: "Give some support to the Southern Continent."

"Oh—Salinger is willing too?"

"...That's right. It doesn't matter to me." The true Creator said bluntly, "The night and my half body are planning the uniqueness of Death God. If they succeed, of course I can't support it. But since they have failed now, Then the God of Reaper who has been revived has naturally become one of the competitors of "Eternal Darkness". Salinger has never been a fool. He knows how to judge the situation and obtain greater benefits. And like the goddess of the night, he has the courage to go further What's more, the god of death still wants to use the identity of his descendant now, and will not interfere with some improvements in people's livelihood in the church of the god of death and the Balam Empire, so the god of death can certainly support it."

He looked at Medici with a happy expression, and added:
"I know what you're thinking."

"You are a symbol of war. Whether you want to go to the Southern Continent or not is your choice."

"Thank God!"

Medici made the sign of the cross happily, and laughed heartily: "Of course I'm going! But it must be after you have been promoted and I return to conqueror—since that dead snake in Salinger doesn't mind seeing it again." Me, wouldn’t I be afraid of Him if I don’t go?”

The war angel's fighting spirit was high. If the master's promotion ceremony was not imminent, he probably couldn't help but rush back to Intis immediately to rectify his subordinates.

The True Creator nodded: "Let's go."

They jumped off the wooden frame and landed on the land of Rasha Island in the next second.

Someone enthusiastically patted the real creator on the shoulder: "Hi."

The real Creator turned his head, and his brows became "Chuan" immediately: "The conditions at that time were about remote assistance, right?"

Edward nodded: "That's right, so I'm just a malicious avatar. I'm here to prepare to say hello to you. I'll be watching the battle in the Southern Continent when you start fighting. It's another person who came to help you."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to a figure standing quietly like a tree stump in the distance, and the eyebrows that had just been loosened by the real Creator frowned again:

"Shoea?"

Although the image is different, the malice and aura on his body cannot be faked. The real Creator asked, "Have you controlled Him?"

"It can't be said to be control."

Edward shook his head and said: "I just changed his memory, you are easily affected by memory - I erased Siua's memory, leaving only the instinct of indulgence, and then added my own memory. Siea is still Siea, but he thinks he is me."

"He believes that he is me and a part of me. He even actively resists the pollution of the mother tree of desire, and naturally learns to suppress and restrain himself, and the fusion is perfect." The devil laughed, "So what is he actually? He is still Sierra, as it were.”

Looking back, Medici, who didn't want to join their conversation, had already gone to say hello to Siea. A spark burned slowly on the bandage on Siea's body, and the atmosphere was heavy and happy.

"Memory is indeed a good way." This behavior gave some inspiration to the real creator.

"Creatures are too easily affected by memory, which is what Azik Eggers made me realize." Edward said, "We are different, don't you lose your memory, you are not 'The Hanged Man', not 'God 'Yet?"

"Receive your bewitching, it's almost done."

The real creator was unmoved at all: "If you have any preparations, do it quickly, isn't Siua considered remote assistance?"

"Forget it, why don't you forget it, I won't take revenge for Si'a's damage, don't worry."

Edward snapped his fingers, and a bandage-like blockade suddenly appeared in the surrounding world. Layers of seals and shackles spread in the spirit world, completely isolating the spirit world where Rasha is located, leaving only the god-forsaken weak connection to the ground.

A spell fell, the breath of death was faint, and another seal was wrapped outside, the black breath of the underworld faintly formed a huge coffin and placed the island in it.The coffin lid is closed, and the seal is completed, and no living or dead creatures can get close to it.

"This is the aid of Death."

Edward patted the real creator and gave a thumbs up: "Such a good treatment, why don't you directly promote to Sequence One!"

TBC
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Shinzao: Heh.

*Unbelievable, Secret Prayer 1 is actually called Dark Angel.

(End of this chapter)