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

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The dice twirled.

The smooth stone table reflects the sluggish eyes of the newcomer with a hint of speechlessness, as if they have seen through the flashy nature of this world, and once again see through the irrationality and madness hidden in the 22 ways of God, overlooking the world from a detached perspective. With everything I have experienced.

Surrounded by "Steal a sheep while passing by", "Flash", "Trille title deed for 2000 tolls and 500 tolls", "Fighting Evil", "Blue Eyes White Dragon" and flying chess, Klein Give up thinking and gradually understand everything except advanced mathematics.

People are pushed to do everything except mathematics.

So, when Zaratul said, "Choose one?", Klein immediately pointed to the one that seemed easiest.

The dice stopped at 5, Klein looked at the hand-painted chessboard in silence for a few seconds, and let a plane in his hand take off.

Then, he thought hard: "...Please forgive me for being rude just now, what should I call you?"

The old man on the opposite side sorted out the equally outrageous cards in his hand. He seemed to have taken Klein's speechlessness as a shock, and was happily showing off his "Emperor Roselle deck".

Klein felt the phantom of his childhood friend squatting on the ground to take cards together in front of his eyes.

Hearing this, the old man stopped displaying cards, and said with a vague smile:
"You can call me, uh..."

"Zaratul."

Zaratul?
Hey!
Hearing this answer, all the complaints in Klein's mind suddenly disappeared, leaving only one sentence of swearing in bold and black.

Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, a descendant of the great nobles of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, the previous owner of the Antigonus family's notes, the extraordinary road leader of Emperor Roselle, the real high-sequence of the "Seer" path , was already a secret existence of the "Master of Miracles" 200 years ago, and was considered by the "Magic Mirror" Arrods to be an angel who lost control and became a monster during the process of being promoted to Sequence 1 "Servant of Mysteries"!
No matter which description this is, it is currently unbearable for Klein.

"Looking at your reaction, you know me?" Zaratul smiled.

Klein changed his mind and said tentatively:

"I've heard that name before."

This made him feel the shock of the characters in the history textbook jumping out of the textbook and walking in front of him alive, and also felt that the surrounding air seemed to become a substance, piling up on him layer by layer, squeezing his body and blocking his breathing .

Klein once imagined that maybe everything he encountered due to Antigonus' notes was due to Zaratul's layout, and he suspected that she was the boss he would eventually face. met.

Although the Zaratul in front of him is not necessarily the Zaratul himself in the legend, after all, it is a surname, maybe he is the other party's successor, heir, brother, clansman... But anyway, it is too early!

I'm just a Sequence 5!Klein couldn't help shouting in his heart, and at the same time wondered if the other party was really Zaratul.

The old man who claimed to be Zaratul didn't give him so much time to think, and said on his own:
"See the indentation in the wall over there?"

Zaratul pouted his mouth to the side. Klein was unwilling to be induced by this person who seemed to be hidden, but since he came here, he himself has been constantly looking for ways to get out.

So after waiting for a few seconds, he still looked in the direction indicated by Zaratul.

He looked at the stone statue beside him. The stone statue had a gentle and beautiful face. It was the angel with a dull expression that he saw at the base of the church for the last time.It's just that the body of an angel is similar to that of a human being, and it doesn't have four arms like animals.

And the stone wall behind the stone statue, that is, behind him on the other side, did have a hollow that was dug out.

There are short and clumsy symbols engraved one after another, but there is an empty piece in the middle, which cannot be connected to form.

"That piece of obsidian is in my hand. When you need to leave, I will give it to you, and then I will tell you a symbol to open the door. It is the key to open the real escape door on the wall." Zaratul said in detail.

Complicated and special symbols...the key to open the door...Klein heard the raving "Honakis...Freguera..." echoing in the wind behind him, and a symbol suddenly popped up in his mind:
That is a vertical eye made up of many hidden symbols!

That was the message passed to him by the Antigonus Family Notes by infecting the "Muppet of Doom"!

Klein secretly recalled that sign, and made a look of surprise and disbelief: "Since the way to leave is so simple, why did the previous 'Seer' fail?"

Zaratul started to make that scheming laughter again, and it would be annoying to hear too much:

"My ability is limited, and I can't move around in the church. It was the last person who left and sent the obsidian to me."

"Before you, some of them were as verbose as you, and they didn't have time to leave this church before the red moon was clear, and they were hung up on it. The guy who made himself a handsome face is that guy with flawless facial features So does the little girl."

Klein suddenly felt a little speechless, his eyes glanced upwards, and on the ceiling of the towering and dark church, countless secret puppets with white eyes turned towards them, swaying quietly.

Taking a closer look, Klein accidentally discovered that some of the secret puppets above were damaged, not referring to the damaged clothes or the disability of the secret puppets themselves, but—some seemed to have their arms ripped off by brute force. Since they were secret puppets, there were no Rotting but dried blood and bones dangled at the fracture, some had half of their heads missing, some had bloodstains on their bodies, and some, like Senor, had mutated towards "demons"—combined with the bloodstains outside , there seems to have been some fighting here.

Also, when the red moon is clear, you must leave immediately... you must pay close attention to the situation outside...

Klein frowned and asked calmly:

"The last person to leave?"

Zaratul smiled, deliberately did not answer, but rolled the dice.

Gu Lulu, the dice stopped at 3, and the chess piece in Zaratul's hand still didn't take off this time.

"it's your turn."

He sighed with a hint of well-informed pride: "These chess pieces are called 'airplanes', devices that can fly. They are obviously not as bulky as airships, but they can fly higher and faster. Hehe, I really want to know what it looks like in flight."

Great Emperor Roselle... Plagiarized manuscripts... Plagiarized manuscripts... Plagiarized manuscripts... Great Emperor Roselle...

Klein took the dice and rolled it: "Maybe it's steam power, is this the idea of ​​Emperor Roselle?"

"Hehe, maybe it is."

Zaratul seemed to have other meanings, and said as if he didn't hint at anything.

Crane rolled a 5 again—he frowned, and chose to take off another plane.

Zarath rolled again, 4, still 0 progress.

"Young man, you seem to have played this game?"

After a few rounds, Zaratul's plane finally took off, and he said abruptly, "Is this game popular in the outside world now?"

Klein replied preparedly: "You just talked about the rules."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot." Chara laughed like an old man, teasing his memory, and suddenly said again, "You don't seem to be surprised by 'airplane', and you are very skillful in your movements, young man The speed of accepting new things is really fast."

Klein frowned again: "It's just a pawn, and it doesn't matter to me what it is."

Just when Klein began to think about how to respond to the next sentence, Zaratul nodded and said with a faint smile:
"That's it."

"..."

...what is he trying to imply?This kind of tone seems to accept my answer, but also seems to be laughing at my cover-up, hesitating not to speak clearly... Why is the high-sequence of a fortune-teller such a virtue!Klein felt his fist harden.

Klein suppressed this trace of anger and rolled the dice, and it happened to be a 3, which knocked back the plane that Zaratul had just left the house.

Zaratul frowned, and smiled nonchalantly:
"After you open the door, the history and destiny here will change, and the image I cut out will also disappear. At that time, you will see a jar of ashes."

"I just wish they were sprinkled into the Serenzo River near Trier, the capital of Intis, which is my hometown, where I was born."

This is an active answer to the question "Why help me?"I haven't had a chance to ask yet... Klein felt a little relieved, but then found a loophole:
"Since someone left before, why are you still here?"

Zaratul shook his head: "I don't trust her."

She, it really was her, it was Edward Vaughan... Klein showed shock and acted like he was shocked by this information. He didn't believe in demons, but he chose to believe in me?Because you can see that I want something from you?
With many thoughts, Klein decided to show some greed, let Zaratul lower his evaluation of himself, and let the other party think that he wanted something from him, so he could be easily induced.

He said: "I need the formula for Sequence 4 of 'Crafting Mage'."

Klein has already learned through Will Auceptin that the Sequence 4 potion of "Seer" is called "Crafty Mage", and the focus may be on weirdness, cunning, pranks, etc., which fits with the way he has always acted.Therefore, he directly said the name in front of Zaratul, implying that the other party knew part of the formula himself, and it might be incomplete, so don't fake it.

Zaratul's posture remained unchanged, and he said as expected:
"The potion of Sequence 4 is indeed called 'Crafting Mage'."

"I can give you the formula, as long as you are willing to believe that what I give is the real formula. After this round is over, I will give you the obsidian, the door opening symbol and the 'Crafting Mage' formula."

"Hey, it's not something I need to care about, as long as you can scatter my ashes back into the river in my hometown."

Why are you so obsessed with playing?
After Klein listened quietly, he couldn't help but say:

"Your personality must be very high. If the ashes left behind are scattered like this, the entire river will be polluted and countless monsters will be left behind."

"Very carefully."

Zaratul laughed and said, "However, my ashes no longer have any characteristics, and I have lost them long ago."

Klein guessed what the other party meant, and asked about his Extraordinary Path again:
"What is the name of the Sequence 3 potion after 'Crafting Mage'?"

The beard on Zaratul's face twitched slightly:

"Ancient scholar."

"What about the corresponding sequence 0?"

Zaratul glanced at him again, and said with a low smile, "You should know when you open the door and escape."

Don't finish talking, right?Don't finish talking, right?I hate people like you the most, always laughing without saying a word... Klein suddenly felt similar to Roselle.He was just about to continue pulling the well-informed Zaratul's wool, when he suddenly noticed that the outside world was getting brighter.Under the light of the red moon, the marionettes hanging from the ceiling began to swing more and more, making walking movements in the air, as if they were about to come alive!

Klein immediately became transparent, went through the wall, and entered the nearest house to hide.

About 10 minutes later, the red moon was blocked by dark clouds again. Klein returned to the church, and was surprised to find that Zaratul had already taken off two planes, and even knocked back the one he had already flown out.

"I just rolled two 6s and a 4."

The old man's ambiguous voice was innocent enough to reveal his big clear eyes, which showed that he was a top-level faceless man before he was alive.

"It's your turn."

... Klein's fist was hard and hard.

Zaratul said slyly:

"Then it's time for you to answer my question."

"Do you know what 'Origin Castle' is?"

Suddenly, it was as if a basin of ice water was poured from head to toe.

Klein frowned slightly, and pressed down the tiny goosebumps on his neck, preventing the cold sweat that soaked his shirt from oozing out, as if a person who knew nothing heard a new term, and he wanted to squeeze it out of doubt. Wool mentality, quietly asked:
"what is this?"

"I've never heard of it."

"Hehehehe..."

Zaratul let out his annoying laugh again, Klein's scalp was numb and his fists were stiff. The thoughtful old man seemed to have other ideas, and he skipped this point as if he believed Klein's words. question.

He pushed the wooden dice over: "It's your turn."

550
"Round in circles, rose circles!"

In a small town in East Balam, barefooted children wearing shirts or shirtless danced in circles around a girl with a light yellow headband on the open space of the street, making immature and happy laughter.

In the distance, adults looked at them blankly.

The girl with the light yellow hairband looks crazy, but she has a pair of imposing brown eyes, which are slightly lighter than her hair.

She was also barefoot, her face was painted with oil paint, and she wore a sarong decorated with rainbow-like textile patterns. She clapped her hands and led the children to laugh:
"Pockets full of flowers!"

Snapped!Snapped!
With a few soft sounds, a delicate red rose suddenly appeared in the hands of the children.

Roses grew out of the children's palms, as if they used blood as nutrients. The blue veins in the palms protruded like roots, and bright red flowers grew out.

The children were still giggling, their movements seemed to be a little stuck, and the girl in the light yellow hairband clapped her hands as if she didn't notice, crushing the roses in her palms, and the bright red petals fell from their hearts like rain and blood. Hands drop.

She simulated the sound of a gunshot with her mouth, and then fell back on the ground as if she had been shot, without moving.

"Bang bang! bang bang! We're falling!"

"Bang bang! bang bang! We're falling!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The children sang creepy ballads in unison, their bodies gradually stiffened and their movements no longer fluid and coordinated.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There are two downward straight lines at the corners of their lips. When they laugh, the lower lip opens with the jaw, exposing the teeth and gums.His mouth opened and closed, and he let out a cold and penetrating laugh, with each pause.

Their madness was contagious, and the adults outside the circle suddenly started laughing crazily, running, biting each other, or talking to everything around them. They laughed until their throats bleed and their internal organs Also vomited out.

boom!boom!
People fell one piece.

The wind carried rose petals to every corner of the small town, and the rich fragrance of flowers covered up the smell of blood.

After a long time, there was no other noise in the small town.The girl with the light yellow hairband seemed to wake up from a sleep, lying comfortably on the ground and stretched out, intoxicated by the aroma of roses, then stood up and tiptoed around the blood and dirt on the ground.

Her movements were a little weird, like a puppet drawn by an invisible string, walking briskly towards a bullock cart.

The cow was grazing comfortably, and an old man with a serious face and a slightly painful expression sat on the cart pulled behind him at some point.

"Grandpa Jacks!"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she jumped over in two or three steps, her heels were stained with red marks: "Why do you come to see me when you have time?"

Jakes, who looked as sad as if he had been stabbed a few times while walking on the road, nodded, with the corners of his mouth barely raised, revealing a very uncomfortable smile:

"Little Hilda, how is the potion digesting?"

The girl with the buff hairband—the demigod of the "Limitation School", Hilda Gonzalez held her skirt in both hands, kicked a stone on the ground with her foot, and said with a smile:
"Two years, another two years—I'll be able to digest the 'Puppet'!"

"Okay." Jax nodded in relief, "Ahmad will definitely be proud of you."

After finishing speaking, he cleared his throat and tentatively said:

"Little Hilda, there are still many poor people from the southern continent and mixed-race people in the northern continent who are struggling to survive. Now that the war has begun, their life is getting more and more difficult. This is a good opportunity for us to develop our faith and expand our organization."

"Southern mainlanders from the northern continent?"

Hilda curled her lips: "But they themselves are willing to be slaves to those robbers - the really poor people can't even save the boat ticket! People without food will starve to death halfway through the smuggling! Why should I help They? Is this a request from Lord Siua?"

"There was a discussion within the school, and a compromise plan was discussed."

Seeing that she seemed to be going crazy, Jakes immediately comforted her: "Go and help those helpless mixed-race and Southern Continent children."

"Help the child?" Hilda thought for a while, and calmed down, "Okay, then I am willing to help."

"But if they don't believe in Master Si'a and the mother tree, and are unwilling to convert, I will put them on the altar."

"This time the action is quite special."

Jakes brewed his emotions, and said seriously: "Do you still remember...His Royal Highness 'Angel of Temperance'? This is her request."

When Jakes saw the girl in front of her kicking pebbles, she suddenly stopped, and she raised her head abruptly, as if a little girl had suddenly woken up under the thick and weird oil paint and strange dress.

"A Temperance Angel?"

Hilda read the title again, and became angry: "That liar——she left us! She didn't want me anymore! Obviously no one of us hated her, but she ran away by herself! And sent herself to the hands of the Northern Continent under!"

"I don't want to see her! I don't want to see her!"

She cursed hysterically for more than ten minutes, pulled her hair frantically, and drew messy marks on the sand on the ground with her bare feet.

Suddenly, she stopped, and once again looked at Jakes with that youthful gaze:

"I would like to help her..."

"...as long as she doesn't leave us."

tbc
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The news Zaratul got was that a person suspected of being surrounded by the night owned Origin Castle.

But Klein in front of him is wearing a fake scroll, so Zaratul removed him from the list of suspects.