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

574
At night, Ms. D finished her dinner, bid farewell to her partner, left the mansion surrounded by maids, and drove a carriage to the hotel she had booked to stay tonight.

At the beginning, she established a cooperative relationship with some local institutions as a great nobleman of Intis in the Northern Continent. Now that the city has begun to fall to the Balam Empire, it is naturally impossible to live in the mansion in a dignified manner.Although she is also a member of the Aurora Society, under the watchful eyes of many people who know her aristocratic status, not taking a little risk will still bring trouble to the partner.

She has already booked the best suite in the hotel through her relationship - it is almost the upper middle level of the Northern Continent, after all, the price is there, only 1 pound a night.

In ordinary rooms, there are often only moldy bedding, pillows and mattresses filled with thatch, and old and damaged furniture.

After setting up the carriage and horses, and waiting in the lobby of the hotel for a while, Ms. D was slightly inspired, and saw two figures slowly walking towards the end of the dark street.

"... Mr. X."

Ms. D stood up and called out the other party's title with some hesitation: "Sorry, your condition looks a bit bad."

Not just bad, but looking really bad!
The haggard, dull-looking man with strange stains on the corners of his clothes that appeared in front of his eyes was completely different from the Mr. X in his memory.What's more, beside him is a Secret Puppet Enzo who is obviously from the Northern Continent, which makes this "Secret Puppet Master" seem to have really become a follower of the Northern Continent from the Southern Continent!
"..."

Mr. X did not answer.

Ms. D hesitated to speak, and kept silent until the other party walked up to her step by step.

Secret Puppet stood still expressionlessly, and the companion raised her head, and she saw a pair of dazed and painful eyes.

Thinking that this companion seemed to be coming to the Southern Continent for the first time, Ms. D understood a little bit, and the image of Mr. X in her heart was a little clearer - he has an unexpectedly high moral level and empathy ability, perhaps in the Northern Continent. Life is better, she should be middle class, and she has less exposure to this kind of things-but she still didn't speak.Guide Klein to the front desk and hand him the key to another room.

"You need to be quiet and get a good night's sleep."

She asked rather empathetically, "Or do you need a confessional and some prayers of conditioning?"

Alas, having said that - the two angels of the Aurora Order who are famous for their fanaticism, after seeing each other for so long, they have never prayed "praise the Lord" once.Could it be that Mr. X actually has another belief, or is he an unbeliever like himself?
Hearing this sentence, Klein's eyeballs rolled.

Maybe what I need is a psychiatrist... He thought, and then thought of the simple psychotherapy that happened on Origin Castle after returning from the foggy town.

Miss Justice's psychotherapy skills are still very immature, but they are not completely ineffective.

But...if Miss Justice hears and sees this, will she need a psychiatrist more than I do?Even if she can really heal me, how can I tell what I saw... Klein couldn't help but snort.He couldn't help but think of the charity donation party he held before coming to the Southern Continent. At the party, he used Daisy as the prototype to tell the story of a poor girl who worked hard day and night, hoping to be able to study.

With this, he raised one hundred thousand gold pounds in just one night, successfully established a charitable foundation, and made Miss "Justice" Audrey one of the directors.

But within 48 hours of coming to the Southern Continent, Klein's little pride of being a rich man and a charity worker was completely shattered.

People here need more help, but even if Dawn Dantès goes out again, how much money can they raise for them?
Those nobles who used to donate generously, even if it was just for their own reputation, but would they really be willing to donate money to this barbaric, backward, bloody, cruel and pitiful land?
"...I used to be active in areas where poor people gather, and in the chaotic Southern Continent, so I have seen a lot of things."

"There is a little girl who has been helping her mother make matchboxes since she was 6 years old. If she didn't do this, her family would not even have the money to buy black bread after paying the rent. The kind of black bread they ate, some There is a lot of wheat bran, and occasionally you can bite into gravel and stones, which are so hard that you can use them as sticks to attack others..."

"When this little girl grows up, although she is very tired every day and has no extra money at home, she still yearns for the evening school held by the church, hoping to learn characters and master knowledge, because she knows that only in this way can she If you don’t continue your current life, you won’t be hungry, you can wear clothes that can really resist the cold, you can’t go to a factory with harsh conditions, and die in your 20s…”

Daisy's family was ruined in the smog, and the little subsidy she received was only enough for this girl who was about the same age as Melissa to barely survive near the East Borough of Backlund.This story after Klein's embarrassment several times did not have the suffocating despair of her prototype, but it still made the nobles present at the time shed tears. This was probably the minimum they could accept.

——I feel that eating black bread and having no money to go to school is the worst appearance of the poor.

Senator Macht was also badly hit in an attack, although he was not injured. ——Because the attacker's factory was invaded by the "anthracite coal" they promoted, and his family was ruined. After he had no more worries, he raised his gun at him in despair.

These are probably the limits of what they can understand about the "underlying" and "sad" worlds.

Suffering is not graded, but it will reflect high and low in people.The bare minimum they can imagine living is already the dream days of the utterly voiceless, utterly neglected group.

As for selling your body, picking up garbage as food...

Not to mention nobles, even Klein himself didn't dare to think about it many times, but it remained in his heart as a vague impression, always ringing as an alarm.Because if you stay in that dark and hopeless world for a long time, you will be swallowed up.

This is the limitation of the times, and this is the limitation of morality.

Even in the old era, there were still wars, famines, starving people, and high-ranking people.

—but how long has this world lasted? 1000 years? 2000?

"...I need some quiet time, a little rest, and a good night's sleep."

After a few seconds of silence, Klein spoke, his voice hoarse and deep beyond imagination.

The words of Azik Eggers lingered in his ears:

"Klein, in this world, so far, is there even a single moment that made you want to stay?"

Have it?

Maybe there was, seeing Benson and Melissa's smiles—but then he died.

Now Benson and Melissa have received his pension of 6000 pounds, Benson has been admitted as a government employee, and Melissa is about to go to university.

It's good that their lives continue like this, they will have no worries about food and clothing, and they will walk out of the shadow of their brother's death, and they no longer need the participation of an Extraordinary who will cause countless potential troubles because of the Law of Extraordinary Aggregation.

Except good food, interesting people - both of those things he had in the old days, and much more than now.He has only been here for a year, and he has not forgotten the names of his favorite Malatang, braised chicken and barbecue restaurants, nor has he forgotten the names of his classmates and colleagues who are still in contact with him—what else is there in this era itself? Worth his stay?

The friendships he establishes in this world are often based on the premise of a relationship of interest. Even Klein Moretti has not been used for a long time. How can he confidently say that those who know him in other identities must be What about your friends?
Maybe there are...

But looking around at his long-standing memory, Klein unexpectedly fell into hesitation.

He had to ask himself a good question.

If the real creator wants him to protect such a world, should he do it or not.And if he can't turn a blind eye to all this, what else can he do.

"Okay, I wish you a good night's sleep tonight."

Ms. D smiled and said:
"Mr. X, I am also a priest, if you need to confess, you can come to me."

Klein didn't look at her, but nodded.

"Thank you."

They went up the stairs quietly side by side and into the different rooms.

The wooden door slammed shut, blocking the inside and the outside.

575
In the early morning, in a forest on the outskirts of Behrens.

A small group of cavalry rushed to their destination quickly in the dark. They were silent and carried out important tasks.

"stop"

The leading blond major general, Konstantin Leavitt, suddenly reined in his horse, signaled the following subordinates to stop with body movements, then looked at the scouts in the team, and made several consecutive gestures.

"Go to the front to reconnaissance, if you find any traces of the enemy, report it as soon as possible"

Upon receiving the signal, the scout immediately got off his horse and ran silently into the woods under the crimson moon, disappearing into the dark shadows.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Southern Continent is only about ten degrees, and the night is not muggy, but rather comfortable.

When the cavalry immediately waited, there was another slight sound of insects in the woods, as if small animals were constantly running under the horse's hooves, making a rustling sound, disturbing the horse to walk back and forth.

After about a few minutes, when Hongyue walked into the sky, the scout ran back quickly.

"An Enemy Appears Ahead"

"Two teams are transporting food and one is transporting the wounded"

wounded?

Didn't they just attack the team delivering supplies?Why are there wounded?Constantine has an instinctive rejection of attacking the weak, which comes from his concept of education and protecting the weak.He frowned and looked at his adjutant, who shook his head.

Perhaps it was a misjudgment... With the current situation in mind, he could not allow his personal likes and dislikes to delay the military situation, so he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and looked at the scout again.

The scout understood and gestured again and again:

"The three teams are basically ordinary people, and there are about ten extraordinary people in total."

As expected, the number of Extraordinary people is very small.

The more a Beyonder of the God of Death path advances, the more he looks like a dead person, and his need for food will be greatly reduced.At the same time, the breath of the underworld on their bodies and their subconscious instinct to kill the living will also affect the wounded and food, accelerating death.

If the food went through the gate of the underworld, it would be completely uneatable.

The adjutant looked at Constantine and communicated with gestures:
"Attack from the team that transports the wounded"

Constantine frowned. He glanced at his cavalry squad of more than 20 people and objected to the adjutant:

"The wounded cannot return to the battlefield soon, our goal is to burn food and grass"

Without waiting for the adjutant to make another gesture, he turned his head and waved to the team behind him: "Forward!"

……

At the same time, in War Red's camp.

"Speaking of which, today is an ultimatum, right?" Traynor made a move on the Trier chessboard.

"That's right. It was supposed to be peace talks after dawn, but we didn't pay any attention to them at all."

Tony Twain moved the chess piece accordingly, and said excitedly and mockingly: "You are really good at sowing dissension. Now the relationship between the countries in the Northern Continent is as complicated as a spider's web. But to be honest, I don't understand. They are already gods, and there is no need to change paths, is it really necessary to have such a deadly enmity between adjacent paths?"

"If it's the god of death, I can understand. After all, they robbed the god of death, but why is there such a stalemate between the three gods? Loen is nothing. The Feysac Empire obviously has no colonies, so why is it hostile to the god of death? ?”

"You ask me, I don't know either."

A new god, or the change in the international situation caused by the return of the old god, has triggered a lot of thinking among strategists and exposed some social problems.Trainor also had similar questions, but his greatest advantage is that he doesn't think about things that have nothing to do with him:
"Do you think someone from the grain transportation team will tip off the news?"

"meeting."

Tang En said firmly: "The granary lost a batch for some reason, and someone anonymously reported and witnessed the transaction scene. This time, I told less than ten people in the delivery team. The traitor didn't take the bait. I took his surname."

Trainor didn't even lift his eyelids, and even yawned, looking very dissatisfied with not being able to sleep tonight:
"You're right. Anyway, I don't want to take care of it. You still owe me a favor——I'll help you make up for your expenses during this period. 30 and 50 will be charged. This time, Behrens will take If you don’t, I’ll hang you on the flagpole to show the public.”

Tang En didn't take it seriously at all: "It's better to support war with war."

Treynor stared blankly at the chess game for a few seconds, and in order to end it as soon as possible, he made three wrong moves in a row and directly handed over the victory to others.

Tang En complained a few words that were meaningless, so he had no choice but to tidy up the chessboard.At this time, a dexterous figure jumped out from Trainor's feet and jumped directly onto the chessboard.

"The food delivery team is under attack."

"It was Leavitt who led the team, and they fought the ration team and the wounded," Riel said.

Trainor looked at the cat, then at the time, took out a ten-pound note from his pocket, and held it in his hand: "I thought they would at least wait until they got out of this land, it's really more urgent than one. what."

"But why didn't I know there were still wounded?"

Tang En stretched out his hand and grabbed the banknote. He laughed and said, "Those lightly wounded were transferred from the rear. We are about to fight on our side, and we don't expect them to go to the front line. Give them some money." That's all military merit."

"This trip was very safe, and they have the ability to fight! But if no one reported it, how could they be attacked?"

Tang En stood up, kicked the chair away, and stretched out his hand:
"They will probably find out that the food is only thatch soon. Later, you can help me find out who leaked the news—let me see what the Loen army is capable of, and give me the soul link."

An army does not need two leaders. Treynor has been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Hearing this, he immediately quit the "War Red" soul link: "You go, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep Don't call me before you kill me."

"What a disappointment! How can you watch other people fight like this?"

Tang En strode out of the military tent, the heat of the flames and the breath of the distant sea could be heard in the night wind.

There was silence in the city of the resident, as if sleeping in the middle of the night.But as the War Bishop snapped his fingers, all the prepared torches were lit at the same time.The fire illuminated countless faces standing still in the darkness, none of them fell asleep, all waiting for tonight's surprise attack.The well-trained "Red of War" did not make a sound, but quietly raised his head and looked at the leader standing high.

"Array!"

Without the need for heralds and signals, the soul link conveys the command of the general to the hearts of every member of the "War Red" at the same time.

Looking from a high place, the resident seemed to be covered with dense ants. As these ants crawled, the plain gradually lit up, and the raging flames dragged several feet against the wind, dyeing the entire plain red.

Numerous flames flickered, and the huge siege equipment in the distance slowly advanced, and the airship took advantage of the night to rise into the night sky.

To fight against the "arbitrators" of Loen, of course weapons on the side of reality are indispensable.

"Prince Grove? History doesn't record how many battles he fought, how many wars he won..."

Tang En jumped down from a high place and walked towards the prepared mount.They shared a vision and connected their hearts. Through the leader's eyes, everyone could clearly see the closed city wall dozens of miles away.

"Whether it's a noble general or a prince, don't let me down too much."

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

dong dong!dong dong!
Countless chaotic heartbeats appeared in the ears of "Battle Red", like a chaotic tide.

The cavalry got on their horses and clenched their weapons tightly. The soldiers tapped their protective gear with their fingers and listened to the voice in their ears:
Boom!Boom!
A powerful voice disrupted the rhythm of their breathing and heartbeat, and everyone involuntarily started to adjust their state again.

Boom!Boom!
Gradually, the heartbeats of the entire army merged into one, forming a deep and terrifying sound wave. The soldiers watched the commander at the front and the city-state in the distance. Tap and vibrate slowly.

When the heartbeat became the only sound in everyone's ears, the flag bearer raised the flag high and shook it vigorously, and the cross flag with the blood red as the background waved in the air!
TBC
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It's really troublesome to write about hunters fighting.

... How does it feel like a crusader!