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

Chapter 3

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With his head bowed and his feet sloppy, wearing an old jacket and blue coarse trousers, Ademisor walked on the street with three strides, aiming at the workhouse on Iron Cross Street in Tingen.This is a poorhouse sponsored by the "Ernst Charitable Foundation", a long-established charity headquartered in Intis. There are countless of them all over the world, even in the lower street of a small city like Tingen.

Ademisor, who was born with too much inspiration, often fell into a trance and murmured, and could hardly work and support himself normally. He survived with difficulty by doing odd jobs and helping out in the poorhouse.

"Our Mister 'Monster' is back!"

He walked into the workhouse and handed over the purchase list to the person in charge, and then a female nurse he knew warmly greeted him, led him to the dining table, and put down a vegetable soup that could see several pieces of fingernail-sized meat And two slices of toast and one slice of bad butter.The children who were learning to sew in the workhouse just ushered in their lunch break, and ran over cheeringly, surrounding Ademisor like a flock of swallows chirping.

"Sir! Mr. Monster!" A little boy holding a primary literacy textbook squeezed in front of him, his eyes rolled around on the meat in the vegetable soup, and he grabbed the spoon with what he thought was a concealed movement.

A slightly older girl glared at the little boy. The boy withdrew his hand resentfully, his eyes still rolling on his flesh: "What kind of story are you going to tell us today?"

"Story..." Ademisor murmured, his cloudy eyes narrowed, unable to tell whether he was sleepwalking or awake.

He once told the children what he had sensed. He said he saw a young man with a strong breath of death, as if he had just crawled out of the grave; he said he saw a gentleman with gray eyes behind him. A dark inverted cross emerged, and just a glance made him almost die; he also said he dreamed of a catastrophe where the whole city was drowned in blood and everyone died, and he writhed over it Howling, blood and tears... But the children don't understand, neither do the people in the workhouse, they don't understand, even if they understand, they can't change the future.

Only the Nighthawks became wary of his hallucinations, and the gentleman seemed to have been healed, but the final result was unknown.But regarding his dream that the whole city died, even the Nighthawks were skeptical. They didn't know what would happen, and they didn't know where to start the investigation.

"There's no story," he said. "Dead, there's no story..."

Ademisor was too sad to speak, but the children around him looked at me and I looked at you, and they did not lose their enthusiasm because of this sentence, and continued to ask questions with great interest.

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"Go, go, children, it's time to take a nap, you have other classes to do in the afternoon!" An old woman in her 50s drove the children away with a smile, "It will be provided to the Night Welfare Institute." The fabric will be delivered tonight, and the kids who can't finish it will have no candy this week!"

The children scattered and rushed to sleep.

Afterwards, the kind old woman—the director of the workhouse— breathed a sigh of relief, sat across from Ademisor with a smile, and asked a slightly targeted question: "You are still doing that, Is Tingen full of dead men's dreams?"

"..." Admisol chewed the bread slowly, and nodded after a long time.

"Goddess is here." The dean took a breath of air, and tapped a red moon on his chest, "I hope my lovely children are all right."

"Everyone will die." The monster said, with confusion on his face, "Who has stirred up the sea of ​​blood, and just a single wave has drowned it. Human beings are so fragile, what is the meaning of life...?"

"...Life is a pilgrimage to accumulate suffering and happiness, and life is just a journey from birth to death." After a moment of silence, the dean spoke softly, uttering this sentence that does not exist in "Apocalypse of the Night", The voice was so small that only Ademisor could hear it clearly. In the end, she thought for a moment and asked carefully, "Your talent is very rare. We need your power to investigate this matter. Would you consider assisting us?"

The words about the journey and the pilgrimage made Ademisor, who was eating with his head down, widen his eyes slightly, as if he had heard something incredible.He swallowed the soup, and the scorching heat that slid down his throat woke him up a little.A strange river surged forward in his consciousness.He felt in a trance again, and the gentle and caring dean opposite looked at him worriedly, and he mumbled involuntarily:
"……Coming……"

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As an Outer God, I know very well that there is a sad and thick barrier between humans and me, which stems from the vast difference in life levels.

I stared at that small city, there was no demigod-level powerhouse to protect it, and there was no powerful enough sealed item, I couldn't think of any reason for failure.As for the scammer who is always trying to escape, I also gave a certain warning. From the world of dreams, I can't think of a more gentle method than this.But he was even more frightened, almost to the point of madness.

I can't remember the name of every individual human being, just like humans can't accurately distinguish each ant.Therefore, when encountering an uncommon human being that needs to be remembered, I always choose a unique characteristic as a code name.

The reason for his fear is, "When the Son of God is born, I must die. How can a mere mortal be worthy of being the father of the Son of God?" I think this fear is very meaningless. It is a bit disrespectful to the evil god to take the initiative to join the ritual of the cult but not prepare for death.He obviously didn't know that he was also one of the descending containers, even more hidden than the seeds that had been planted.

Allies have provided double-layer insurance for this God's drop plan. In the process of finalizing the plan with him, I deeply felt how "generous" the treatment blocked by the Seven Gods was, which made him obsessive-compulsive and fussy about details God.I remember that in the millennium when I was allied with him, there was a divine descent every hundred years, and all of them ended in various failures.In contrast, I, an evil god who has been walking on the earth from the very beginning, really do not know the blessings in the midst of blessings.

Of course, as a reliable ally, an excellent and generous "remnant of the old days", I should help him to fall to earth as soon as possible.

But reality and ideals are often reversed. Every time he fails, there is always the eldest son created when he was still the "sun", and now the half body of the audience path, Adam, the king of angels.And I can't touch Him, and I don't want to touch Him.My humanity is false, my image is simulated, and when I get along with the king of angels who is best at penetrating people's hearts, I am not sure that I will not reveal my truth.

It's not that I can't be killed, but at present I'm just a Sequence 2 passing angel, and switching to my own authority will attract attention again.

So whenever I found Him, I immediately withdrew away.

"This time... must..."

His words rang in my ears again.Okay, I answered him, as long as Adam doesn't intervene this time, I will definitely try my best to help you.

Passing by the theater, I saw the actors who had already changed their costumes and were doing a simple rehearsal in the open space behind. One of them was dressed as a prisoner with ragged clothes, and his eyes were full of fear and hatred, and the other was dressed as a staff member. Say something haughtily to a weeping maiden.With a quick glance, I knew it was a rehearsal of the first few scenes of The Earl's Return, in which an innocent sailor is framed and thrown in prison, and forced to part with his beautiful fiancée for 14 years.

……Oh.Not a sailor, but a genius mechanic.

When the fellow villagers met each other back then, I said this: "The Count of Monte Cristo is really well written, and it is a bit like your "Return of the Count"."

At this time, I want to feel the magical effect of the "general knowledge person" approach, and I can write down this novel from beginning to end word for word.Even though I completely swallowed and digested the soul of "Edward Vaughn", the memory of ordinary human beings is already weak, and most of the pages of the books I have read have been blurred, leaving only a few words.

But he is also an associate professor at a university. Although his major is not suitable for me to play, if I read his memory hundreds of times and match it with my own fabrications, I can still pull out a few books such as... "Thousand Years of Solitude", Tomes such as "The Flower Girl in Deep Sleep" and "The Orphan of Backlund".

But on the bright side, it is enough to have Roselle, an old survivor. I remember that there are hundreds of light cocoons, large and small, hanging in the source quality of that Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. Putting it down, it's hard to imagine what would change the world.

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I still remember the first time I met Roselle, when he was still an outstanding genius under the God of Steam and Machinery.I approached as a remnant of the old days, and He quickly accepted me as an outcast, even though I was not from the same country as Him.

This is in line with my judgment on human beings, that is, human beings can never get rid of their attachment to their origin—homeland. (It’s hard to understand, since this is the earth.) When you’re not far from home, you’re eager to play with your neighbors; Excited.

And Roselle is alone in this "world" where there are no other traversers, only me and him are from the same era.

Roselle asked: Old...no, international friends, which channel did you get?
I answered: Sequence two of the devil pathway, angel.

Roselle was shocked: I'm super, the chainsaw man.

I was puzzled, but I didn't say anything, leaving Him alone in embarrassment, embarrassment, and then fell into a loneliness where no one responded.

TBC
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*There is an angel and devil in the manga "Chain Saw Man" by the freelance manga artist Fujimoto.

(End of this chapter)