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

578
City of the Dead... "Unknown Soul"... Ancient God... This sounds very dangerous... Klein looked at the radio receiver in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Da da da, the illusory white paper spat out another section:
"Other than these, I don't know anything else.

"Great master, I have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"

That's a good question... Klein withdrew his thoughts, nodded lightly and said:

"Say."

The rattling sound of the radio telegraph became brisk, and a new line of words appeared on the illusory white paper:
"About Calderon, you can ask 'Red Light' El Moria."

In the end, I still couldn't get around the "red light"... Klein nodded slightly, and asked instead:
"Now that Behrens City is under attack, and I'm still two days away from there, what advice do you have?"

The voice of the radio telegraph paused for a moment, and then typed the next line as if carefully choosing the words:
"Respected master, with your current status, you cannot complete the task."

The weight of the two envoys of the Aurora Society is not enough to intervene in the battle of Behrens?Well, as expected, so what to do?
"You can go to Ms. D for help, she has a way."

Ms. D has a solution?She does have a lot of industries in the Southern Continent, maybe she can help me, seeing that your safety is guaranteed.Klein made a decision, thought for a while and said:
"Okay, that's all for today."

After the typewriter finished typing this sentence, it rang again quickly:

"Great master, wise master, wait a minute or two, and someone will watch you! Your loyal servant Arrodes is waiting for your next call, goodbye~"

One or two minutes?Why didn't you say it earlier?Klein was startled, as if he saw the countdown to a time bomb, and quickly used the materials from the altar that hadn't been revoked yet to be put away, held a sacrificial ceremony, and threw the radio receiver into the gray mist.

But above the gray fog, Klein didn't leave immediately, but seized the time to write a divination note—once he seeks Ms. D's help, it is estimated that he will spend a long time in the carriage However, he didn't have the chance to walk four steps backwards and wait for the Origin Castle.Therefore, it can only be finished before Ms. D comes back - the divination is finished within half a minute.

"Ms. D's plans put me in danger"

Rotate clockwise in small increments.

There will be some danger, but it is not big and completely acceptable.

Klein heaved a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the real world.

Next, he should consider when to contact Seven Lights of the spirit world.

After doing all this, he sat quietly for a while, and after confirming that nothing happened, Klein pushed open the door, took Secret Puppet downstairs to check out, and went to the lobby to wait for Ms. D to come back after finishing her work.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Klein suddenly felt a gaze fall on him, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

I saw two dirty figures squatting not far from the glass door of the hotel, one big and one small.

The older one was an old and thin disabled man whose exact age was unknown. The younger one was sitting in the man's arms, looking at him with a pair of bright eyes. It was the one Klein saw in the restaurant last night. little girl.

Wrapped in a rag, they squatted in a corner, wondering if they had stayed there all night.

Seeing Klein looking at them, the two stood up hurriedly, not knowing where to put their hands.

Klein felt the hairs on his back stand up one by one, and was defeated by the ignorant and bright eyes.He sat with his fists clenched for a long time, and finally summoned up the most courage to stand up, and walked towards the glass door bravely, wanting to ask them what they were looking for him for.Is it blackmail or begging?Because I gave that little girl a bowl of rice?

At this moment, familiar footsteps came from not far away.Ms. D, who was wearing sunglasses and a hat, approached quickly. Seeing that Klein's condition seemed to have recovered, she greeted him with a smile.

Then, she also noticed two natives from the southern continent standing at the base of the wall who seemed to have something to say. She looked at them and then at Klein: "Sir, are they here to look for you?"

"...I don't know either." Klein responded in a deep voice.

The little girl didn't respond. After the elderly man saw Ms. D, who was obviously from the Northern Continent, he was obviously flustered and frightened. His eyes flickered between Klein and Ms. D, and his lips murmured. He spoke without uttering a word.

Ms. D smiled unsurprisingly, and she spoke softly, with magic in her voice:

"Don't be nervous." In Dutan.

"Under God's watchful eye, we will not harm you."

Under the cover of the early morning sun, an inconspicuous golden halo fell on the old and skinny man. The warm power seemed to make him bathed in hot water, his body and mind relaxed involuntarily, and the fear in his eyes was greatly reduced.

Seeing the other party calm down, Ms. D smiled and asked:

"Sir, what is the matter with you?"

The thin man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke Dotan and body language with strong local characteristics, which made Klein and Ms. D barely understand what he wanted to express:
He was the little girl's uncle. Everyone in his family died of disease and hunger. The child's parents were arrested and sent to the plantation. The slave catchers looked down on a little devil and a sick devil who couldn't buy a few dollars. Escaped.He couldn't feed the child either.Hearing from the child that there was someone who didn't bully her and gave her food, he ventured over to take a look and begged Klein to take the child away.

After listening to the other party's stumbling narration, Klein fell silent.

Ms. D looked at Klein, but didn't speak.

Klein replied to the man in Dutan: "I don't need slaves."

The man turned pale with fright. He held up the little girl's face with his remaining hand, wiped the dust off with his sleeve, and said intermittently:

"My lord, look, although she is small, she is a beauty! If you don't need slaves, then, mistress...adopted daughter..."

Klein raised his head and took a deep breath, and tried his best to make a stop gesture.

He felt that his ability to bear was not as strong as he imagined, and he almost suffocated just listening to other people's speech.

The man had no choice but to look at Ms. D with help-seeking eyes, and Ms. D could only give him a helpless look.The little girl next to him seemed to feel something too, and clutched the hem of the man's clothes nervously.

Suddenly, Klein turned his head to look at Ms. D, and asked seriously: "Ma'am, may I ask, if I want to set up a factory in such a city to provide jobs for these poor unemployed people, how much will it cost per month?" funds to work?"

After hearing this, Ms. D smiled slightly:

"You are indeed a person of high moral character. Of course, the working capital depends on the business you want to do and the size of your factory... I do have some small businesses in the Southern Continent, but that was also with the help of my friends Established, to do some simple cloth weaving and processing business, if you have intentions in this regard, I welcome you to discuss with me and my partners in detail."

After finishing speaking, she turned her eyes to the ignorant little girl and the skinny man with pleading eyes, and asked in the common language of the Northern Continent:
"Before that, how do you plan...to deal with them?"

An elderly disabled person and a child in his teens are obviously not suitable for working in a factory.

The old Kohler that Klein helped back then was also a middle-aged and elderly person with all four limbs and the ability to work.

Seeing that Klein hadn't made a decision yet, Ms. D put forward her own suggestion: "Perhaps this child can live a better life with you. As he said, otherwise they would have to starve to death together, or This child survived and became a street girl early... This is too cruel for anyone, let alone she looks only eleven or twelve years old."

"But what if I want them all to live?"

Klein stared at the little girl's hand clutching the family's clothes, and his eyes and tone gradually became firm: "He sold her to me for the sake of the child's survival. Without the concern of the child, he will soon be You will lose the will to live."

"You can give him some more money." Ms. D said, "According to the prices in the Southern Continent and his age, let's just assume that he can live another 20 years. About four to five hundred pounds will be enough for him to enjoy his old age."

Klein also laughed.

"If such a child sells for four to five hundred pounds, then other local people will definitely try their best to sell the child to me, or to someone else..." Halfway through speaking, Klein thought of the slave trade in the Southern Continent. And the human trade is still going on, so I immediately changed the rhetoric, "... But the person who bought those children will definitely not be me, but the plantation, and they will live a harder life from then on."

Ms. D observed his expression, and the smile on her face became brighter:

"Then you can just give them money and not take the children back, so that they won't be separated and can live a good life."

Klein shook his head, and said in a nostalgic tone:
"There is a story in my hometown. A man ransomed his fellow countrymen who had become slaves, but he didn't ask for rewards from the local government. Because he had money, he didn't need it. But his teacher criticized this behavior because he One person raises the moral standard of redeeming slaves. I can give them money directly instead of people, maybe my intention is not so self-moving, but later people who really want to adopt or help them through doing business will instead less."

The more Ms. D listened, the more subtle her expression became. She tentatively asked:
"I see what you mean. Mr. X, do you know Mr. Ernst?"

Klein was slightly taken aback, then shook his head.

Ms. D immediately changed the topic back: "Then how are you going to help them?"

"I want to open some charity schools, factories, or other places that can help these people in the Southern Continent."

Klein thought about it and said, "I will give you a resettlement fee, and I hope that they can temporarily work in your factory for a period of time, and then send them to me after my business starts to operate."

"You are a kind person, I will give orders, and my factory can also allocate two places for them."

Ms. D immediately wrote a note, affixed her own seal, and gave the note to the two, telling them to go to a certain store for help. Then, she looked at Klein and said euphemistically: "However, Rather than building a factory from now on, maybe it would be better to directly invest in a charitable foundation that already has a mature industry?... If you need it, I can introduce you to the Ernst Foundation..."

"I've seen members of them in the East End."

Seeing two people from the Southern Continent, one big and one small, holding the note blankly, with a look of disbelief, Klein took the initiative to explain, and hurried away before the other party was about to kneel down and thank him: "They Seems to belong to the Temperance School of the Rose School?"

Ms. D pushed her sunglasses.

Ms. D hesitated to speak:
"It was like this in the past... Now due to the internal innovation of the Rose School of Thought... it is not wrong to say that they belong to the indulgence school... Cough, don't worry, Mr. X, I can guarantee you, if you have this intention."

Do business with Rose School?

The Ernst Foundation suddenly became terrifying in Klein's heart. As a Sequence 7, he and Sharon and others killed three middle-sequence members of the Rose School of Thought, and Sequence 6 was attacked by the "Mother Tree of Desire". Ambush, the Extraordinary who was besieged by a demigod named "Jax" and "Admiral of Blood" in the Southern Continent two months ago, Klein, who was experienced in opposing the Rose School, retreated almost immediately. Drumming.

"...I'll think about it." He coughed.

"By the way, ma'am, the situation is critical now. I need to reach Behrens quickly. Do you have any other options?"

Ms. D didn't seem surprised when she was about to get into the carriage and there was a pause.

"Can you accept traveling through the spirit world?" Ms. D asked, "It's not a 'gate'. Real travel through the spirit world is extremely dangerous."

Klein nodded: "I have had a similar experience."

"Then would you mind being sent directly to... the War Red's camp?"

"..."

Klein thought for a long time: "If I mind, is there another way?"

Ms. D shook her head:

"Right now, the gate of Behrens is under the control of Red War. Even if you are friendly, you will need to check with Red War if you want to enter the city."

"...Let's leave it at that." Klein couldn't help asking, "Is it safe to travel through the spirit world?"

"Safety."

Ms. D immediately entered the carriage, arranged the ceremony in front of Klein, and began to pray:
"I!"

"I summon in the name of Irena Montemar."

"Spirit wandering in vain, respected scout, the messenger that belongs exclusively to Lord Trainor Vaughan."

Messenger Summoning Ceremony?

Klein didn't take it seriously at first, but then suddenly realized: Wait, who?Vaughn? ?
……

In the ruins of God War, on a small island that is always shrouded in sunlight off the main channel.

With a shrill cry, it was as if another round of the sun had fallen from the sky and hit the ground heavily, splashing mud everywhere. As soon as the golden blood hit the ground, it purified all the surrounding vegetation into gold.

After a long time, the bird-like creature stopped moving.

Cattleya didn't dare to be careless, and waited for a few minutes. Seeing that the sacred sunbird had indeed lost its breath, she wiped off the sweat that was constantly oozing from her head, and put this extraordinary creature into a box.

The island is still sunny, and there are more than one sunbirds inhabiting it, as if it is in the middle of the desert.

"captain!"

In the distance, the crew member, who seemed to be pecked all over by a bird, also ran over in boxers and waved vigorously:
"I got the brilliant stone!"

"Okay, go back immediately!"

In order to prevent being besieged by extraordinary creatures, the "Admiral of the Stars" and his party quickly returned to the "Future" and speeded up to sail back in the direction they came from.

Far away from the island, the crew immediately felt extremely cool when the sea breeze blew.

At this moment, Autolov leaned over and whispered to Cattleya:
"The intelligence personnel said that they saw a person suspected of being the 'Undead King' appearing in a city near Enmat Port..."

"He seems really drawn to certain connections!"

TBC
------

Double update on the 24th.