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

Chapter 315 Hello, World

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"sit down."

The hunter stretched out his hand and pushed hard, and the "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia in a white dress fell down on the announcer's seat. In front of her was a simple microphone wrapped in a handkerchief, connected to a strange instrument and a A sealed item that sizzles and emits lightning.

Panatia rolled her eyes, looked at the things in front of her, and slowly pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth.After recovering from the puppet state for more than half a year, her thinking was almost irreparably damaged. If she didn't have divinity, she would be a vegetable even if she turned back.

But even in the almost human-shaped potion container, the demigod witch's every move still carries unimaginable charm and coquettishness.She just leaned on the seat with a sad smile accepting her fate, and the eyeballs of one of the hunters who escorted her were rounded, almost sticking directly to the witch's face.

The other hunter looked at Panatia calmly, raised his leg and kicked the calf of his sick colleague:
"Think of your fiancée's fist."

The young hunter who was kicked woke up from his dream, and immediately felt like a formidable enemy to the witch's invisible charm.But even though he resisted physically and mentally, his eyes were still uncontrollably attracted by the beautiful and sad Pannatia for a long time. The hunter took out the photo of his fiancée from his wallet and put it in front of his eyes to block the witch. Attention is drawn back.

"I think she looks a bit like her when she smiles." The flushed hunter couldn't help but defend himself, "Why didn't you respond?"

"Like it? I don't think so."

The red-brown-haired hunter glanced at Panatia, stretched out his hand and gestured on his face: "Your fiancée only has dimples on one side when she smiles, and the arc of her eyes is a little bit curved, and the tip of her eyebrows is higher than hers. You think Like being charmed."

The young hunter suddenly realized, and then almost jumped up:
"How do you know my fiancée's smile so well?!"

"Because I dated your fiancée's mother, grandmother, and aunt." The red-brown-haired hunter shrugged, "Your fiancée inherited your future mother-in-law's eyes. When I wrote a love letter, I even praised her for her beautiful eyes."

After finishing speaking, he glanced back at the wall clock on the wall, and before the dumbfounded young hunter came back to his senses, he said directly to Panatia:

"You still have 2 minutes to prepare."

"If you honestly tell all the details of the cooperation between the Augustus royal family and the Witch Sect, I will let you die without pain."

After about five seconds, Panatia blinked slowly, her beautiful appearance even more poignant and sad.

"Hehe... When I drank the potion and killed someone, I was thinking that one day in the future I will die like this." Panatia sighed in a low voice with some emotion and unwillingness, her slender fingers Curling his black hair, "Later, I gradually forgot. Strength gave me too much self-confidence, and the disgusting world gave me the opportunity to act recklessly, but it seems that I still can't hide from it." .”

The young hunter rubbed his arms, frowning, wondering if the words were the witch's curse.And Panatia cast her eyes on the weird device in front of her, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but ask:

"What the hell is this?"

Trainor glanced at the clock again: "Microphone, your voice will be delivered where it needs to go. You have one minute. Prepare yourself."

"I really don't understand the style." The witch smiled, "But I like my face and temper. When I think about how to make countless people suffer before I die, I don't seem to be so afraid of death."

Panatia turned her head and stared calmly at the hourglass next to her. When the last grain of sand fell, she was silent for two seconds, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she spoke softly and viciously:
"Good afternoon, poor Backlund pigs waiting to be slaughtered, in the name of the original witch, I, Pannadia, send my greetings to you."

"Hehe, let me tell you one thing, in the past five years at least, your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have been captured by us, and they were sent to various parts of the Loen Kingdom , become slaves, doing endless hard labor for His Majesty the King, if they die from exhaustion, burn their bodies to ashes and sprinkle them in the kiln, if they escape, kill them, and then burn them to ashes..."

……

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the matter is over..." Audrey used the technique of "hypnosis" to directly communicate with Hazel's mental body, heard the hysterical cry, and felt a feeling higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea. fear.

Combined with the other party's state and encounter, she quickly drew up a treatment plan, and directly "hypnotized" Hazel, making her forget what happened today, forget that she still has a teacher, and only vaguely remember the identity and common sense of the Extraordinary.

Hazel became more and more calm, and slowly fell asleep.

"When you wake up, those terrible experiences will no longer exist, but I never did." Audrey completed the last step of "hypnosis" with a soft voice.

Then, she got up slowly and stared at Hazel for several seconds.

She pursed her lower lip, without turning her head, and said in a low voice:

"I made her temporarily forget the corresponding memory, but this memory has not disappeared, it is just hidden. In the corresponding gatherings in the future, I will continue to treat her and guide her to slowly remember and accept this memory. Only in this way, Only when her mental problems are resolved, otherwise, maybe a familiar movement or a familiar word can 'wake her up' and collapse again, at that time, she is likely to lose control directly."

Miss Justice is becoming more and more professional... Klein half sighed and half said cautiously:
"Then you have to perform a 'hypnosis' on all the people who have been 'parasitized', so that they don't have hobbies that are not their own, like wearing a monocle.

"Also, ask them to pray to the 'Evernight Goddess' after fifteen minutes, asking for a thorough purification."

Audrey nodded seriously and said:
"no problem."

Klein immediately stood beside him, watching the noble girl "hint" to all the parasitized people in this house with the greatest pity.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard a strange whistling electric sound. This sound is impossible to exist in a world where steam machinery dominates. However, Klein's first reaction was still "What is it in Mr. Macht's house?" Something leaked."

Before dispelling his untimely thoughts, he noticed that a horn with a familiar style had been hung on a gas street lamp on Böklund Street at some point. It was the first time he saw it in the current world and it was so similar to what he remembered. Almost immediately reminded him of the one that the teacher hung on his waist during the spring outing, and the one that the tour guide always carried when he went out for a trip.

Then, a soft, feminine voice that seemed to have infinite charm came from the speaker, like honey mixed with poison.

"Good afternoon, poor Backlund pigs waiting to be slaughtered, in the name of the original witch, I, Pannadia, send my greetings to you."

The original witch!

Klein's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to "teleport" to Audrey's side and take her away from here.

This is very likely to be the new plan of the Witch Sect. There are extraordinary abilities that can be spread through language alone in different ways. Klein knows many of them, not to mention that the Sequence 8 of the Witch is called "Instigator"!
At this time, after finishing the psychological suggestion, Audrey, who heard the movement, hurried over with her skirt on her back. She saw the strange device hanging on the street lamp at a glance, and saw Mr. World's serious expression, and immediately understood the possibility. Something bad happened.

She immediately looked at "Gehrman Sparrow": "Mr. World, what happened just now?"

"I don't know." Klein stared at the speaker, "I'll take you away first..."

The next moment his voice was interrupted by a witch named "Pannatia" coming from the loudspeaker:
"...Your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have been captured by us. They were sent to various parts of the kingdom and became slaves... If they died of exhaustion, they would burn their bodies to ashes and sprinkle them into the kiln. If they escape, kill them and burn them to ashes..."

"Anyway, there are always too many people...you are like livestock or weeds...it will grow by itself after a while...isn't it?"

There was a soft smile in the witch's voice, and Audrey's face turned pale when she heard these words.

"Is the Witch Sect doing human trafficking?" the noble girl said incredulously, "And the royal family is the one who took over the human beings?"

"Is the king driving these people? What does the king want with such a huge population? If he wants to expand the army or build a new palace, he can speak up and discuss it with the House of Lords and the church..."

Klein hesitated for a moment, and could only say in a low voice: "Before the war started, when I was still active at sea, Vice Admiral Disease Tracy admitted that she and the Witch Sect were involved in human trafficking. Afterwards, I found out that the round-trip The pirate 'crazy captain' Connors Victor, who traded people between the northern and southern continents, served as a middleman between the Witch Sect and Loen. When I investigated him, he was silenced again. Subsequent evidence and intelligence pointed out that The person who might have silenced him was——the deputy director of MI[-] of Ruen, Major General Qonas Kilgor."

Audrey was stunned for a while, almost speechless.

"... Mister 'World', I remember, I remember you mentioned in the Tarot meeting that you were looking for 'Mad Captain', and you also said, please help us pay attention to Major General Qonas Kilgor."

Audrey's emerald eyes opened wide: "But you didn't say, there is such a thing inside... Mister 'World', you don't seem to be surprised by what the witch said, you actually already know all of this? Have you checked it out yet?"

I have indeed investigated all this, but how should I tell you all this, you are still a nobleman of Loen... Klein fell into a somewhat awkward silence, and the Feysac Empire newspaper handed over by Ms. D is still in the source In the debris pile on the fort.He didn't want to throw it away, and he didn't want to look at it again, he put it there, as if he could escape temporarily from the suffocating truth of the world.

In the thought-provoking silence, the speaker still played the witch's lazy voice unhurriedly:
"It's a pity that your lives are too cheap, just like a thousand pigs that will be killed at a banquet. Even if so many people die, it is still not enough to build a beautiful mausoleum for His Majesty the king, and even a kiln The holes are not filled."

"His Majesty the King and the royal family need more people at their disposal, so we went to arrest more people, from the Southern Continent, from the East District, from the lower streets, and from countless slums in every city. Hehe, you really should Thank you for clearing up the excess population."

Audrey took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

If it was me half a year ago, I might not have realized the viciousness of this sentence at all, and I might even think it made a little sense.

In the past, I knew nothing about the lives of the poor, and under the influence of education and other people's attitudes, I subconsciously felt that they were a group that hindered development and affected the appearance of the city.But when I really participated in some charitable activities, I realized that there are no redundant people, almost no people who don’t work hard, because such people will die early.Everyone is working hard to live. Even if they have an empty stomach, they have to go to the pier to carry heavy loads for a day. This hurts their waists and even makes them unable to stand upright for life. Some people become orphans at a young age. If they are not lucky enough to steal They were beaten to death when they were young, and they did not die accidentally in the factory. Later, there will be a terrible job of "cleaning the chimney" waiting for these children.

Many more are just going about their lives as usual, but it could be an accident, a theft, an illness, and they lose their livelihood and are reduced to the most miserable conditions, yet still struggling to live.

How could they be redundant?

In any case, God has said that devout people can go to the Kingdom of God no matter they are rich or poor, but evildoers cannot.

Human souls are equal, unequal, human life, and birth...

And when it comes to her background, the first thing Audrey thinks of is people from the Southern Continent and her second brother who died in battle, which makes her feel uncontrollably sad, even though she also knows that death in war is a normal thing.

Audrey took another deep breath.

Then, she looked at Klein who seemed to be lost in thought.

As an audience already in the mid-sequence, Audrey easily judged Klein's thoughts through his subtle expressions and movements, combined with her own heart and true character of "Gehrman Sparrow" With the understanding, Audrey fully understood Klein's scruples.

"Sorry, Mr. World, I was a little rude just now. But I am already an adult, and I can be responsible for my own choices, and I should also be responsible for my noble status."

Audrey said seriously: "I have been working hard to learn, accept and understand the current world, and I know there are many bad things in it. But as a person living in this country, I have the right to know what is wrong with it. Good and bad. If you have any other information about the Great Smog, please tell me all of it. Rather than living a noble life in a glass house, I want to try to accept the nature of the world."

So what is the nature of the world?

Just

"Are you wondering why we do so much for the royal family?"

When she said this, Panatia couldn't help laughing, the pleasant laughter was full of ostentatious viciousness, which made people shudder:

"Because His Majesty the King allowed me to slaughter wantonly in the East District!"

"The Great Smog is my masterpiece, the masterpiece I am most satisfied with!"

"I just need to move my hand slightly, and you will fall in pieces, as clean and tidy as a lawn that has been mowed. 1 people will die, and 2 people are not enough. It takes [-], [-], or even more." How many! Seeing you being slaughtered by me like livestock, seeing you dying in pain in the smog, seeing you hugging the corpses of your family members and crying, I just want to laugh happily!"

"Desperate as much as you want, suffer as much as you want, and be angry as much as you want!"

"Because you powerless people are as humble as grass blades. Even if I step on it, I won't look down."

Councilor Macht's mansion was so quiet that a needle could be heard. From just now, Klein and Audrey heard the noise and curses coming from the street, as well as the police yelling to maintain order.Klein also heard the decree, but it didn't seem to take effect.

Is it a witch's conspiracy?
It seems that things are not very important now.

"...As you can see, Audrey, this is the truth."

The grim-faced Gehrman Sparrow calmly looked at the noble girl clenched her fists, feeling exhausted one after another: "That's it, King George III cooperates with the Witch Sect for a certain purpose, and the Witch Sect helps him trade Population, and he allowed the high level of the witch sect to launch a big smog, and the third prince was just a victim pushed to the front. That's it, Miss Justice, that's it."

The blond and blue-eyed aristocratic girl stood quietly at the same place. She looked at the device in the distance that was continuously emitting crazy laughter, and felt that her own world, her own cognition, and her pride due to the strength of the country were all in the air. At this moment, it shattered silently.

Klein looked at her in silence. He wanted to laugh a little, wanted to laugh like a witch, laughing at this damned world and these damned high-ranking and powerful people, but he couldn't laugh, he just felt so tired that he couldn't speak.

……

The Witch of Despair laughed loudly, out of breath, like a magic sound piercing her ears. The waves of sound shook the young hunter dizzily, and he could hardly bear to be infected by the pain and despair described by the other party.

She heard a soft sound like breaking glass from inside her body.

Just before her death, her potion was digested.

"Ah, what a pity..."

Panatia closed her eyes, and she heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed from behind, with a regretful smile on the corner of her mouth:
"I also seriously thought about what color to choose as my code name if I become 'not old'."

A sharp silver light erupted on her neck, and her beautiful head fell to the ground. No one cared about her regrets, unwillingness and dreams.

Like stalks she never cared about.

TBC
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(End of this chapter)