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

Chapter 267 Zarath, You Framed Me!
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Leonard was in the corner of the lounge, scribbling on the notebook in his hand.

He has proficiently memorized the facial features of "Sherlock Moriarty", just like Ince Zangwill can draw a rough portrait with his eyes closed, but he still can't recall the familiarity origin of.

"When is it? Who is it?"

Leonard quickly outlined a Sherlock with a sketch, stared at the other's beard for a while, and suddenly wiped the beard with the eraser at the end of the pencil.

But he wiped his beard black in a few strokes.Leonard was startled, suddenly realized something, and immediately drew another one next to him.

This one has no beard.

The first impression of a senior detective is that he is sophisticated. This sophistication is not only his qualifications and experience, but also subconsciously makes people count his age as [-] or even [-] years old.But without the beard, Sherlock Moriarty suddenly looked very young.

Sherlock Moriarty's real age may not be that old!
Leonard's pupils shrank slightly, his pen tip paused in the air, and he began to look for other shelters.Soon, next to the beardless Sherlock, he drew another Sherlock with his glasses removed.

Leonard frowned and looked at the three small faces carefully, his eyes suddenly widened.

He stood up suddenly, ran away, left the lounge, and rushed all the way to his small workshop in the church.

Leonard pounced on the cork board he used to pin photos of suspicious persons, took off the photo of Sherlock Moriarty, and placed it on the table.And spread out the notebook that I scribbled on, and put it next to the photos.

Finally, he bent down tremblingly, took out a book from the drawer, and took out a photo from the book that was flat and without any wrinkles or scratches.

——This is a group photo of the Tingen Nighthawks team.

It was taken one month after the newcomer fortune teller Klein Moretti officially joined.

Leonard placed the photo solemnly on the table, closed his eyes, and turned on the light.

Under the light, the smiles of everyone in the group photo were clearly visible, and the friend who had died in the disaster looked at the camera shyly.

...however, with Sherlock Moriarty without his beard and glasses.

Almost exactly the same.

……

Medici frowned, sat down on the rocks warmed by the bonfire, grabbed back the person who was trying to move away, and asked:

"The gang of brats decided to temporarily cease fighting?"

Traynor, who was caught by the conqueror's arms, nodded carefully, while the surrounding New War Red members were secretly grilling skewers.

"That's it? Is this the quality of the church under the God of Death? The two counties don't have any extra manpower? Their consuls are decorations?"

what.Archon.

Treynor took out a black and white photo from the wooden file holder in his hand, and the file behind it recorded a biography of a man named Arzik Eggers, and pointed it out to Medici:

"There seems to be something wrong with the governor of the Death God Church. His life has been traced back fifteen times, all of which were spent in the Northern Continent. Six of them were wealthy businessmen, five were nobles, and the rest were middle-class or wealthy civilians. But The highest nobility can only climb to the title of baronet—this is also caused by the suppression of mixed-race and southern mainlanders on the northern continent. All in all, the Azik consul now seems to know nothing about politics and management. He is not in the right state. The ability improvement brought by the potion itself will take a certain amount of time to play before it can be reflected again."

"He is only dealing with some affairs in name, and the real power is not as good as that of the high priest, and the supreme ruler of the Balam Empire is still..."

Trainor pondered about the title, and said:

"Pale Emperor."

In terms of intelligence information, Medici is quite concerned.After listening to the report, he pinched Azik Eggers' resume with two fingers, and after looking it over, he couldn't hide the gloating on his face:
"This kid also has today."

"Do you know Him?" Traynor asked politely. He felt that this was completely nonsense. Medici's fame was as early as the third era, and he said that every angel in the future had met Him. Believe.

"I'm not an acquaintance. I heard that he was stared at by someone at the end of the Fourth Epoch, and then there was no news." Medici flipped through Azik's [-] life introductions with traces, and said happily, " I said how could it be possible that he is still alive but there is no sound at all, it turns out that he has become demented."

It turns out that in the eyes of a born mythical creature, forgetting part of the power of the potion itself is tantamount to becoming demented.The sequence is the "Death Consul" but he can't handle the affairs of the church and the empire for a while. If Medici sees him, he will definitely laugh. The instinct of domination!
"By the way, He still has a favored person, you have seen it."

Traynor, who touched a bunch of corn and started grilling, turned his head: "Huh?"

"The little fortune-teller who turned into a woman."

Medici squeezed his chin with great interest: "He wears the pale legion's sentry post. This kind of thing can never be given to an ordinary favored person. Maybe he is this little feathered snake. I don't know how much What about the grandson of the old generation. But it has been so long, and the big feathered snake has not brought back the pale legion, could it be that it was left to the little fortune teller?"

"It's so stupid, a bunch of people who play dead and alive zombies actually think they don't have enough manpower - just bring back the Pale Legion, there are as many people as there are."

"You're right, but it's a pity that the Pale Legion has nothing to do with you."

Treiner joked casually, and suddenly felt the arms around his neck tightened suddenly. (Not good, there are hunters all around recently, and if you are not careful, your mouth is faster than your brain!) Immediately, he was clear-eyed and double-quotient. After recovering, he opened his mouth with enlightenment: "Why do you have to follow the order of the Death God Church? You just disabled other places, and the Death God Church will follow even if you run, and you can also attract the army from the North Continent. "

The arm loosened a little, and Trainor took the opportunity to flip the grilled corn:
"The pace in this month is too fast. Pushing Ruen too hard will make Intis feel nervous. Now Ruen's garrison in East Balam has been forced to Behrens City, Ruen The side does not allow them to retreat, so they are going to lean against the sea and hold on until reinforcements arrive."

"Who are the reinforcements coming from?"

"Are you interested? I heard that he is a noble person, perhaps a saint of the royal family or the Duke's family."

Trainor was relatively pessimistic about Loen's resistance. The sequence of the Southern Continent's war symbol wrapped around his neck and stared at his roasted corn. What's the use of sending a demigod from the Northern Continent?

Unless an angel joins the battle... According to his current knowledge of mysticism, it can be seen that in the presence of a true god, an angel can only reach Sequence Two at most, so killing Medici is estimated to require multiple angels to fight, or the gods to descend.

godsend...

Can't imagine.

"Maybe he's just a cover, there will be strong people hiding behind him..." Treynor muttered, forced by Medici's tactical deterrence, he had no choice but to break the freshly roasted delicious corn into two sections and divide them into two pieces. Give the Medici a section.Although he felt that the Northern Continent would definitely not want to detonate the war so quickly, he still chose to remind, "If Augustus has angels, it can only be their founding monarch. I don't think such a person can enter the battlefield so quickly , but you have to be careful about the help of the church, maybe the demigod of the royal family will be followed by an angel of the church."

But generally speaking, Angels don't go into battle lightly.

"War Angel" is the same, except for the occasional command, Medici has been forcibly suppressing the impulse to trigger a big battle and overlooking the battlefield.The battles between the saints are still small fights, and there is no real threat to the gods and their anchors.

Angels are equal to the Pope, with noble status. They are mythical figures that have been sung for hundreds of years, and they are also very rare.

Once it appears, it means that the battle has risen to the level where the gods look down, and it is no longer a battle between humans, but a battle between gods!
God's will will determine the direction of the war and the final winner.

Man cannot compete with God, so, in order to gain as much benefit as possible before God's will descends, man will always find ways to delay the angel's descending time, or simply let the matter take the form of the Holy Spirit. level ends.

"Northern Continent won't, it is estimated that it will be a small fight for a long time - the old snake is waiting for Northern Continent to send angels first, he has two sequences and one uniqueness, isn't he also an angel? ?”

Medici and his subordinates gnawed corn together, chatted about the customs of the Southern Continent, and teased each other about who couldn't walk when they saw a beautiful girl, who accidentally shot a bullet in a raid, and shared it from time to time The new favorite of the canteen of Aurora Club is "Holy Beef Mashed Potatoes".

This kind of beef-flavored potatoes, which can be added after a period of time by adding some water, is the same as the fish and cakes of the Holy Communion. It completely conforms to all the understandings of the flesh and blood magic by the Rose Bishops. Mr. Frank, who is far away at sea, has become the most popular among the Aurora Order admired cultivator.

Since the Aurora Society received this product, the deserted cafeteria has visibly become bustling with the naked eye.

Many new believers in the Aurora Society are attracted by the "sizzling roast meat and white bread". The people at the bottom are very simple and simple, and they believe in evil gods and ask for nothing more than a bite.

Potatoes have always been a very productive crop, especially after being improved by Mr. Frank. One acre of land can grow several times the amount of food.Although I haven't eaten "grilled meat and white bread" a few times, I can eat bread with honey, beef-flavored mashed potatoes, fried potato cakes, potato flour cakes, potato flour, potato dumplings, and taste Fries that got a bit of a mystery...totally acceptable too.Being able to fill one's stomach and have the strength to do things is already the first thing that makes people happy and satisfied besides praying.

They have now become regular customers in the canteen, and the factory canteen is bustling every day.

Therefore, Mr. Frank Lee has become the most popular person in the Aurora Society besides the Lord.

People remember whoever helps people to eat.

Mr. Z, who was in charge of contacting Mr. Frank, borrowed a camera and took pictures of the smiling people in the cafeteria praying before meals. He also took a few photos of good-looking potato products and collected people’s photos for a week. Evaluate and end up in a large brown paper folder.But because of the war, the postal service at sea was basically suspended, and it could only be handed over to another envoy at sea to take it there.

Mr. Frank Lee belonged to the pirate "Admiral of the Stars", and the "Admiral of the Stars" happened to be acquainted with the visiting Ms. D, so he successfully handed over the package to Mr. Frank.

It is said that Mr. Frank was very excited after reading a few pages of reviews and photos. He praised his mother more than a dozen times in a row, walked around happily on the boat, cried and laughed, and was even so excited that he almost took off his shirt and jumped under the gaze of the guests. Go into the sea and fight passionately with sea fish.

Then he calmed down, and solemnly invited Ms. D to visit his laboratory, and enthusiastically introduced some new products under development, such as mushrooms that can grow in a dark and lightless environment, and mushrooms that eat monster meat , can precipitate poisonous mushrooms by itself, milk mushrooms, fish mushrooms...

Ms. D expressed her incomprehension about so many kinds of mushrooms in the report, but Mr. Frank's joy was genuine.

"This mashed potato is really delicious, only slightly worse than my mother's."

"Earlier had to eat bad rye bread, now meat and fish and bread! Praise the Lord!"

"Hahaha! Praise the Lord!"

Trainor perfunctorily hummed and praised the Lord twice. He flipped through the bill and calculated the price of beef and potatoes.

After more than a month of war, Balam's independence was in full swing. The slaves in many places rebelled spontaneously, killed the slave owners, and fled to the West Balam Plain where the Balam Empire was located.

As a plantation owner who also had a big business in the Southern Continent, the ten plantations under Trainor became independent in one go.

However, he was always well-informed, and he burned all the contracts of slaves and laborers early, canceled their debts, and declared that they all restored their status as freemen.Because Master Vaughan has a good reputation, he belongs to a conscientious master, and he is still willing to continue working under his hands after becoming a free laborer. Traynor's plantation has completed a peaceful evolution, and people's work enthusiasm and work efficiency are even higher. Taller.

Paying them salaries is undoubtedly an extra expense. In addition, there seem to be more and more people in the southern continent. The pilgrims and refugees have gathered in West Balam, and the land that has not been fully reclaimed is no longer enough. .

"I have to go order some potato seeds with the Aurora Club."

Traynor swiped the bill a few times, and said to himself: "6 pence a pound? That's right, it's only twice the market price, and it's more than just adding beef to it... This Mr. Frank is still the same as before. close to the people."

"It would be great if I could get in touch with him... First buy [-] pounds and send it to the land in the east to try."

He thought about Richard's message, and thought about the hundreds of thousands of people who needed to be transferred in the Northern Continent, and felt a headache.

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Flying Chess reached the final stage, Zaratul's last plane was only three steps away from the finish line, but Klein needed a six.

Although the probability of each number is one in six, people still subconsciously feel that 6 is the most difficult to get.

Zaratul's beard moved slightly, probably smiling. It seems that bullying the young man brought him a lot of happiness: "Okay, you played this game with me, and I have no regrets. After the end, I will take the obsidian , the door-opening symbol and the formula of the 'Crafting Mage' will tell you."

Klein didn't say a word, hoping to quickly make a 6 to let him leave the town.Although Zaratul did not say what punishment would be imposed if he loses to him in flying chess, Zara's repeated questions, as if revenge for Klein's fleece behavior, made him a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he always had to immediately divide his energy to deal with those possible There are also profound questions, and it is impossible to seriously immerse yourself in the game.

Gululu, the dice started to spin again, staying at 2.

Zaratul took two steps forward.

Klein took the dice, rolled it, and it stopped at 4 after a while of spinning.

"Well, you've been playing with me for so long, I don't have any regrets."

Seeing that it will be over in the last few rounds, Zaratul suddenly put away the dice, indicating that it is getting late, you have stayed for a long time, and in case of accidental death, my ashes will not be able to get out again, and then Ready to pack the board.It's been so long, the red moon has alternated at least four times, how many rounds are left?Klein looked at this hidden existence suspiciously, thinking that the other party might have a premonition that he was about to lose.

But if he wanted to return to his thoughts, he would not really stop the other party.Klein couldn't accurately grasp the time, but the outside world should at least have passed several hours.In case it was already dawn, Arrods, who needed to interact with the butler and servants, might be exposed, so he had to hurry back.

Zaratul stretched out his withered palm, grabbed it forward, and pulled out a piece of yellow-brown parchment, an ink-stained quill, and a bottle of ink.

Although it was the second time he saw this high-sequence fortune-teller do something, Klein couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Zaratul picked up the quill, brushed the words and symbols on the parchment, rolled it up, and handed it to him:
"The 'open door' symbol, and the 'Crafting Mage' potion formula you want."

"They can only last for three quarters of an hour and cannot be taken to the outside world."

In front of Zaratul, Klein unfolded the parchment generously, allowing the potion formula and the 'open door' symbol to come into view at the same time.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and froze.

The "open door" symbol is roughly the same as the complex symbol provided by the Antigonus Family Notes with the help of the "Muppet of Misfortune". It is a vertical eye composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols!

However, there is a little difference in the details, a crescent moon pattern and a broken line logo swapped places!

At this moment, the first thought that came to Klein's mind was:
Zaratul really has a conspiracy!

Immediately afterwards, he was very fortunate that he had obtained the correct "open door" symbol from the Antigonus family's notes in advance, so he had the confidence to not panic at this time.

Zaratul returned the quill and ink bottle in his hand to history, raised his head, glanced at "Gehrman Sparrow", and said with a sigh:

"All the conditions are in place, you can open the 'escape door' now."

Having said that, he fixed his eyes on the face of "Gehrman Sparrow", and said with a smile:
"Don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly split into countless small light spots, which spread to the surroundings and merged into the void, as if they had already decayed and turned into ashes.

And where he was sitting, there was a tin-white jar with simple patterns on the surface, nothing special.

Klein took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the tin can, and felt that it was heavy, not like a fake.

He opened the jar lid with his hand holding the parchment paper, and saw that it was full of gray-white dust and particles, without any light.

Really just ordinary ashes?Then who helped Zaratul cremate him?Cremate yourself?Klein didn't see any tricks, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and took out the spiritual annihilation bullet (which he would definitely not use) given to him by the Dark Saint, and threw it into Zaratul's urn.

Then, Klein picked up the obsidian slab that appeared beside the table, walked to the wall with a gap, and installed it on it.

The wall quickly glowed and gradually became transparent, and the strange scenery and sky outside could be vaguely seen.

During this process, Klein was quite hesitant in his heart, not knowing whether to draw the symbol of Zarath or the one of the Antigonus family.

Although the first reaction was that there was something wrong with the pattern given by Zaratul, but if the other party wanted to harm himself, it was enough not to tell him that the church was dangerous when the red moon appeared.Moreover, the other party needs to take the urn to the outside world by himself. Klein's death in front of the door is not good for him.

On the other hand, the signs obtained from the Antigonus family may not necessarily be correct.Judging from the fact that Zaratul from the outside world has gone mad, the treasure of the Antigonus family may be a trap.

Klein took out the gold coin, hesitated for a moment, and released the completely mutated Senior.

The eyes of the "Admiral of Blood" turned dark blue, as if turning left and right, making Klein suspect for a while that this newly born "demon" had already developed a new personality, but was temporarily unable to break free from his control.

Just right.

He controlled Senor to walk towards the wall, while he stepped back a few steps and asked the other party to draw the pattern given by Zaratul.

The Secret Puppet did the same.Soon, the complicated vertical eyes were drawn.

Streams of pure light then covered the top, wandering along the lines, and finally gathered together.

The scene behind became clearer and clearer, and the door was about to open without any abnormality.

Senor's dark blue eyes really turned, and it took a step forward without Klein's control, as if it wanted to go through the door first.

But at the next moment, its movements froze, and it let out an instinctive howl as if it had seen something extremely terrifying. The howling seemed to be mixed with the screams of "wraith" and the foul words of "devil". All the marionettes on the board turned their heads to look at it immediately!

Then, under the watchful eyes of the swaying secret puppets, Senior seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, lifted into the air, and hung at the same height as the secret puppets, his eyes turned white little by little, Shake slightly.

Zaratul really had a conspiracy? !
Klein immediately manipulated his "spiritual body thread" to keep it from floating towards the top of the church, and then immediately turned to look at Zaratul's tin white urn.

Opening the lid and taking a closer look, Klein's eyes narrowed and froze in an instant.

All the ashes in the tin white jar were gone!

It turned out to be like this, as long as you open the door, you have interacted with the outside world, it doesn't matter whether you want to take it out alone...

In the sight of "Gehrman Sparrow" who hadn't completely disappeared, the image behind the light gate zoomed in, and an empty hall appeared.

No, it's not empty at all, there are more corpses hanging in the air, "they" are old and young, male and female, dressed in exquisite, gorgeous, ancient, or casual clothes.

These corpses, together with the hangers inside the church, floated up at the same time, "they" were densely packed, coming and going, as if they were performing a grand opera, an opera that accurately reflected all the ecology and details of a small town!
Klein saw that behind these hangers, there was a transparent and slippery tentacle with complex patterns and hidden hidden inside, which seemed to drive people crazy.

These countless tentacles all extend to the depths of the hall, where there is an ancient huge stone seat, the surface is inlaid with dim gold and precious stones.

This... Klein tensed up, closed his eyes without hesitation, and severed the connection with Secret Puppet!
In his mind, the picture he saw before divination appeared:
Countless transparent maggots huddled together, sitting on the huge seat, wriggling slowly, growing wantonly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

And in the last scene where the secret puppet visually freezes, there is a tarot card lying quietly at the bottom of the ancient seat.

On the surface, it is also Roselle. The great emperor is wearing a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carrying a cane with luggage on his shoulders, as if he is about to go on a long journey.

His expression is full of longing, followed by a puppy, and there is a bright starlight outlining the text in the top corner:
"Sequence 0: The Fool!"

……

The newspaper in Edward's hand shook slightly, and in less than a second just now, he suddenly felt something related to himself suddenly appear, and then suddenly disconnected completely.

"My Sequence One?"

The vague feeling just now seemed to appear in the far north.

"No, if the Church of Evernight had to be noticed every time they moved a level 0 sealed item, they would have been discovered long ago."

"What is it? Why is it so far away?"

He stared at the north for a while, and suddenly there was a hole on the pulp of his index finger, and a drop of blood was pulled into a long blood line, outlining the appearance of a vague mountain peak.

Demons are anti-divination, but divination by themselves is an exception.

"I bleed... when did I bleed on the mountain..."

The devil suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall.

In the early morning of May 1369, 6.

It was a very ordinary day, not special in any mystical sense.

"Someone touched the blood I left in the secret town..."

"The door of the hidden town has opened again..."

"What day is today? Could it be the 'time' that Zaratul was waiting for? Zaratul would definitely not be so stupid as to leave the church to touch my blood, and he couldn't do without it. Then—if it has nothing to do with time, then Is it related to the person who left the town this time?"

TBC
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In a hidden corner that cannot be divined or found, a humanoid monster wriggling slowly, like countless bugs huddled together, slowly retracted, stretched out one hand at the edge, two hands...

One of the hands dunked a rusty and blackened bullet from the meatball, as if it came from tens or even hundreds of years ago.The other hand groped on the ground and found a model of something called a "projector". The projector, which had no power supply and no film load, suddenly turned on by itself, projecting scrolling films on the stone wall.

It was the scene where Zaratul flying chess lost to Klein, and Klein turned into a secret puppet after opening the door!
But when the door was opened, the screen suddenly became blurred, and Klein's figure was blurred. In the end, the slide actually started to reverse, to the moment when Senor became a secret puppet. The world changed, and Klein did not die. , but walked out.

Snapped!
The fifth hand turned off the projector, and the five hands were intertwined, becoming Zaratul's old arm.

A muffled low laugh came from the fleshy mass of bugs:

"The future is terrifying..."

(End of this chapter)