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

631
In Pulitzer Harbor, a young man with black hair, black eyes, a thin face and a monocle rode a bicycle, staggered and leisurely returned to the door of the house.

With an obvious smile, he opened the mailbox and took out the newspapers and letters inside.

After entering the house, the young man squeezed the monocle over his right eye, opened the envelope as he walked, and read the contents as he walked, until he found an unsigned letter:

"If all of us in Backlund lose contact, it means that Pallez Zoroaster is probably hiding near Berklund Street in the North District.

"Don't ask us why we take risks, life always needs some excitement, fun and anticipation."

……

Amon was wearing a local characteristic wreath straw hat, wearing a local characteristic tabara shirt and jacket, bent over, watching intently the brown-skinned local people dug out one after another from the beach and sea water, only a quarter A small cyan crab the size of a palm, and put it in the carry basket.

Those who dig crabs are alive. (Emphasize)

This small seaside city, which can be visited by bicycle for half a day, has not yet fully popularized all aspects of the "Regulations on the Administration of Reemployment of Dead Creatures". .

The summoned undead creatures are usually enough to maintain law and order. If more creatures are brought in to participate in production activities, that Sequence 7 will bottom out spirituality.

Participating in this kind of farmhouse-like activity can indeed bring a sense of freshness. Although most of the time it is boring to follow humans to do inefficient things, at least it is really exciting to dig out some real delicacies from the farmhouse activities. inspired.

In the research direction of "research and understanding that is most interesting to human beings", Amon finally chose food after thinking about it.Because both literature and art are too abstract, and no matter how rich Amon's knowledge is, it is impossible to cover all the delicious food in the world.And even if it is possible to cover everything through the avatar, it is difficult to have a corresponding real feeling between the avatars, because Meng doesn't care.So, in order to find some fun from the boring and unchanging life of Amon, he began to turn his attention to the delicacies that he didn't know much about.

"Is this going to be taken home to eat?"

He couldn't help asking, and stretched out his hand to try to say hello to the little crabs that kept crawling out of the back basket. The crab's pincers could always cut away from his fingertips at the very moment, and clamp other of the same kind.

The civilians living on the coast of the Southern Continent laughed at this young man from the Northern Continent, who was a little tanned by the sun:
"Take it back and marinate it."

The "change of ownership" or "return" of the Sun's authority caused a bit of commotion among Amon's group, and a nationwide referendum was carried out to vote for an unlucky smuggler to sneak into Trier to check the situation.The ontology seems not very happy to see all this, because He has always hated the true Creator, and has been unremittingly cleaning up the city-states in the Eastern Continent that have converted to the True Creator, destroying these only positive anchors.And the angel of the holy word is also difficult to parry, he probably thinks that the real creator is actually the "dark angel" who has also taken the benefits.

Facing the East Continent, which is now regaining the sun, which may lead to collective conversion, he is not clear about Ontology's thoughts.

I heard that the original honorable name "the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, one is also ten thousand, the beginning and the end, the god of gods, the ruler of the vast star world" can also elicit responses with a certain probability, proving The current real Creator has overlapped with the original Creator to some extent, and Amon is a little curious about the idea of ​​the ontology—whether it doesn’t matter that “the Creator will return one day” or that the “Dark Angel” is blasphemy Sullen at father?
He didn't know, but among other things, when the sun returned to the hands of the Creator, Amon felt a sense of relief, and he finally felt that this "father" could be called fluently.

Otherwise, even with Adam and history as testimonies, he would still feel awkward, and would even continue to be influenced by ontological thinking, and would continue to have resentment towards the real Creator.

Amon asked again in proficient Dutan: "This is so small, how do you want to eat it?"

As far as he knows, crabs are eaten by peeling their shells.

"Marinated with spices and wine, it will become a fresh and sweet delicacy next year. It can be used for soup or mashed for seasoning."

"Eat it with the shell? Mash it?"

Amon poked these small crabs with hard shells a few times with his hands: "It takes a long time to soak the shells to soften them, right?"

"Yes, probably several months or even a year."

In other words, is it to save this year's ones, and then take out the ones that have been marinated before?It's a very common folk way of storing food... Amon tried to conceive a thesis opening report in his mind, and some Meng went out to do independent research for nearly a year and even hadn't even drawn the cake for the opening report. He didn't admit who it was .But as soon as he arranged the manuscript paper in his mind, he was disrupted by the next sentence of the old man from the Southern Continent:

"Would you like to try it? Rice with seasoned mud crab and a delicious soup. You are a kind and generous gentleman. I will serve you in the best vessel in the house."

Amon's heart was full of alarm bells, he immediately pinched his right eye socket, hehe laughed and said:
"I'd love to try."

"But, well, just give me a normal bowl."

632
Klein took off his top hat and put it on top of his head, and a "teleportation" appeared in a director's office of the "Luen Charity and Student Fund" at No. 22 Paisfield Street.

Audrey had changed back to her light green dress earlier, and was holding a pen in a daze, reminiscing about every detail of the disciplinary action at noon, while Susie, the golden retriever dog, finished her task and went out for a walk.

Suddenly, the noble girl had a premonition and raised her head.

In her clear green eyes, a black-haired, brown-eyed figure with a thin face and profound facial features was quickly reflected.

This figure was wearing a white shirt, black vest, black trousers, and black leather boots, with a stern expression, his hand on his top hat, and his body bowed slightly.

Audrey was startled for a moment, then immediately remembered who it was.

Gehrman Sparrow!

Although she hadn't met him directly before, she had already seen arrest warrants with unusually realistic portraits in several newspapers.

According to Miss Justice's reaction, Klein realized that he hadn't changed back to Dwayne Dantès. However, he didn't care too much about it. He let go of the palm of his top hat, straightened his body, nodded and said:
"I need your help with something."

——His disguise was also stolen by Amon, but after the other party "restarted", he got it back, but he never cared about changing back to Dwayne Dantès.

Mr. World, who is already a demigod, needs my help?He has mental problems again and needs treatment?No, it doesn't look like... Audrey pursed her lips, put down the pen curiously and expectantly, stood up, and responded seriously:

"no problem."

Without further ado, Klein immediately walked over and grabbed Miss Justice's arm. Then, the figures of the two faded away inch by inch and disappeared in place.

……

After the spoils were divided, Richard felt that this meeting was somewhat rewarding. Seeing that the other party seemed to be looking for other helpers, he took a few dead time bugs and his own little one who hadn't changed for a hundred years with a wink. Suitcase bids farewell to Dawn Dantès.

As for how to deal with the people who have been parasitized by Amon, Richard feels that since this Mr. X can find an angel of the thief path to deal with this Amon clone, stealing the memories and adverse reactions of these people must be the same. easy.

He put one hand in his pocket, playing with the spoils that were tied into mummified insects. This kind of treatment is much better than the wall of spirituality. It can also effectively prevent the dissipation of spirituality, and even weaken the extraordinary aggregation effect to a certain extent, but it can There is a limit to what you can do.

"These things are easy to find sellers, and at least they can be sold for [-] pounds. The extraordinary abilities of 'mistakes', 'grafting', and 'fate' are very useful no matter which one is drawn, and can be sold as spells. For the adults who cherish life, you can also sell it to those families who secretly need the 'Insect of Time' depending on the situation..."

Richard hummed a ditty, with the corners of his mouth upturned:
"Hey, I don't know how many of these Worms of Time actually come from those families?"

"And who is the 'thief' angel? Anyway, it's not from the Amon family, is it a stranger outside of history?"

He took a few steps on the street, admiring the street scene of Backlund, which was much depressed compared to the last time, while showing limited sympathy for the common people, he couldn't help but gloat.Then, He stopped and stopped in front of a cake shop.

Richard frowned.

"demon?"

The feeling of the adjacent path is too obvious, and the malice cannot be hidden at all.The signboard of the cake shop is painted with the icon of "Fetus Food Processing Factory". In addition to the mouth-watering delicious pastries, there are recruitment notices on the promotional posters.The business of the food factory has also been affected by the depressed economy, but job advertisements are still hanging up, and job advertisements are now synonymous with hope in people's eyes.

There are still an endless stream of customers in the store. From the cheapest 1-penny honey square cake to the one-soul light cream fruit cake, Fetus Food Factory caters to all classes, even if it has been stretched a bit during the war The middle class is also willing to buy a piece of honey cake or butter bread to make some cheap delicious enjoyment.

But now the best selling is the leftovers sold in bags.

"...The devil has already dared to enter the room?"

Richard frowned and looked into the store—the cakes and food were fine, there was no chronic poison, and there were no bad items, only the clerk with purple hair looked like an epileptic after being swept by his eyes He also foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground on the spot.

It turned out to be like this, the devil has quietly climbed on top of people's heads, started businesses, opened factories, and bought people's lives with money... They have done so well and seamlessly, it is estimated that they have secretly donated shares and many The nobles made a good relationship.And people's pursuit of them is the recognition of the demon's behavior, and people's ignorance of the dead is the permission to sacrifice to the demon.

It's a pity that the Rose School basically doesn't have this kind of business brains, and even temperance can't save their poor IQ and vision.

In the final analysis, "self-restraint" is just a method of acting, a high moral requirement for oneself, or a social atmosphere. How can there be any idiots who really use this plan to govern the country?

Richard thought regretfully.

Many of them do not even agree to drive away the remaining Intis garrison immediately, forcing the new Intis government agency to recognize the independent status of the Highland Kingdom, and are still expecting the new Intis Council to give the Highland more human rights and status.If you have time to dream of such an unrealistic dream, you don’t want to learn from the self-improving Balam Empire next door. You don’t understand the law of acting and the policy of governing the country. Is it meaningful to be a terrorist?

It is almost the same as it was 200 years ago!

The Angel of Temperance has already expressed affirmation of their actions and opinions: "I'm going on a business trip now, you wait for me." And they are ready to show their fists against the Rose School of Thought after returning... to convince others with virtue.

Just as Richard was pondering whether to sell the Worm of Time after returning home or convince people with virtue first, his attention was suddenly disrupted again, and he subconsciously looked at the residence of Dawn Dantès just now , Berklund Street.

"So it was you, Reinette Tinekerr!"

Feeling this familiar breath, Richard almost laughed out loud:

"I just said why Mr. X has a high-sequence aura and brand of a prisoner's pathway on him, and I said why the temperance faction who fled to the Northern Continent seems to have the courage to continue fighting me, which made me think it was Sharon You've grown up, so it's you, Reinette!"

"You are really... trying your best!"

Sure enough, sure enough, even if you die, I still can't understand you.Even though it is the state religion, it is obvious that you can’t get along in this country, and you still have to put on that set of airs of temperance. I don’t hate you for putting faith above the country. After all, piety is the only virtue of the gods... I only hate you Such people, as the state religion, enjoy the support of the whole country as a matter of course, but when they need you to fight, their faith is higher than that of the people of the country.

I thought it was true that after you became a creature of the spirit world, you would be more self-disciplined, and stop thinking about participating in the battles of the living after you die. I didn't expect you to go to this point to protect your temperance remnants.

It is truly devout and benevolent and worthy of admiration!Richard heheed a few times in his heart.

"Are you going to be a messenger? Or a contracted creature?"

"If Mr. X doesn't mind, I'll just kill Reinette, and I'll be the messenger?" Richard began to hehe again, and his sneer looked like a certain demon, "Keep him seems to be the only thing to do." If the temperance faction can continue to split, we still have to deal with it.”

"What are you laughing about on the road?"

A voice brought Richard back to his senses. The memory of being distracted in class and being criticized by the teacher by name suddenly began to attack him.Richard immediately showed an impeccable business smile, and looked forward without changing his expression——

"Why are you holding a horn?"

"I'm here to do business, I need a horn."

Edward glanced at his unworthy doctoral student angrily: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here on a business trip."

"Are you free now?"

Richard hesitated for a moment whether to run away immediately, showing that he was very busy and had a lot of things to do to avoid the teacher's orders, but he still chose to tell the truth and tried to make a condition: "Idle, do you need a temporary worker?"

"If you're free, find a good location for these speakers and hang up the streetlights for me, and I'll pay you when you're done." Edward casually threw the things in his hand over, "There will be a city-wide broadcast to listen to later."

Richard caught the horn, and found that there was a logo produced by the Pilgrim Workshop on it: "Radio?" He seemed to hear the roar of the only storm demigod who was working overtime.

"Radio, prevent half of the broadcast from being choked. People from the Aurora Society will broadcast."

"Broadcast of what content?"

"About the great smog."

Edward still couldn't help laughing: "The confession of the perpetrators of the smog, and all the details of the cooperation with the Augustus royal family."

Richard froze.

Richard almost refrained from laughing.

"I'm going to find the best broadcast location in Backlund right now, and I'll put one on top of the statue of King William I later." The Temperance Angel beamed, "Only Backlund? Isn't that good? The Loen Kingdom is like this Big, can’t every city release some?”

"There are members of the Aurora Society in other cities to help, so don't worry about it."

Edward glanced at his watch: "The broadcast will start on the hour in 10 minutes. By the way, if you are free, you can stay in Backlund. My prophecy... you should take it as a prophecy. The prophecy shows that Backlund will die today Many people, there is a fireworks worth looking forward to."

"Really?" The corners of Richard's mouth almost couldn't move, "Then I have to stay and take a look."

TBC
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Richard: Good!it is good!it is good!it is good!