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

634
On a street in Queens, a patrolling soldier raised his head and glanced into the distance.

"There seems to be something moving in the city center."

His companion took a look and turned his head disapprovingly: "Probably another parade, it's not a peaceful year."

"Yes."

The soldier pulled the brim of his hat, straightened the gun in his hand, and sighed: "The price of bread is still rising. I plan to send my family to other counties, but after much deliberation, Backlund is the safest."

The companion shrugged: "Where do you want to send it? Both East Chester and East Tucker counties are too close to the Amanda Mountains, and the counties in the west have to worry about whether those small countries want to take advantage of the fire. Just stay in Backlund, If there is anything to do, just run to the air-raid shelter and underground as soon as possible."

"Too."

They patrolled for a short distance, but from a distance, they saw the captain of their squad running like the wind, and then stood still in front of them with a serious expression, as if the Feysac Empire had already called.

The captain glanced at the two of them majestically: "Did you notice anything unusual?"

The two stood still and replied at the same time: "No!"

"If not, immediately go to Second Avenue to participate in the interception operation." The captain's expression gave people great pressure, "People's riots broke out in the East District and Jowood District, trying to attack the rich and government districts, you go to help control the people, Shoot for self-defense if necessary."

The two young soldiers looked at each other in surprise, and then replied one after the other: "Yes!"

……

Milan North leaned against the window earnestly and listened to the emotional instigation before death, picked up a biscuit from the plate held by the devil, and said with a smile: "As expected of a witch, I want to hear it Applause to His Majesty the King."

"That's right, His Majesty's fault is that he didn't give more money to the families of these dead people!" A demon laughed, "He's too stingy, like Beria, even if you pay ten pounds per head, [-]% of the people would I won't argue with him anymore!"

The rest of the North family members burst out laughing, the outside world is so beautiful, the demons are tacitly exchanging the sinful superiority of buying life with money in the center of their smiles and eyes.They were either lying on the window sill or walking up to the balcony, scrambling to enjoy the lively scene below, and using their abilities to add a little bit of beautiful blood to it from time to time.

"Didn't His Majesty do a good job? The witch has said that the kidnappers are basically kidnapped from the slums, and no one cares about the people there, why is it so lively now?" A serial killer poked his head out.

"Instigate, instigate, everyone is irrational now."

The demon in the gray formal vest standing next to him watched for a while, and joined the discussion: "The people here are probably just missing family members, and they are basically incited civilians making trouble. You see a few people in the Eastern District people? People in the East End are too busy looking for jobs to take part in these dangerous and time-wasting activities."

"Only people from the Eastern District will come out when they can't find a job, just like those textile workers. I even took the opportunity to open meat a few times."

While appreciating the drama, the demons looked at the Patriarch with their heads poking around. Several bold mid-sequencers exchanged in low voices for a while. The leading Apostle of Desire looked at Milan and asked loudly:
"Patriarch, can we go down and play?"

"It's too boring for them to keep fighting like this, let's fuel them!"

The devil, who was shaking a goblet of sparkling wine, looked at them and nodded casually: "Go."

The demons cheered, and the apostle of desire, wearing a red tie, jumped directly from the balcony. He precisely stepped on the head of a man who was trying to speak, and stepped on him directly at the foot of the crowded stream of people. The man never appeared again. stand up.

"His Majesty the King and the Parliament need to give us an explanation!!"

The excited crowd roared and rushed towards the government district to the west.

The Desire Apostle spotted a leader shouting slogans, and just before the other party was about to speak again, he twisted his body and slipped through the gap in the crowd, covered the other party's mouth, and imitated the other party's voice and shouted:

"We need jobs and bread!!"

His voice was loud and reached everyone's ears in an instant.

Work and bread are obviously more important than family members who have died!Even the most beloved husband, wife, respectable parents, or beloved children in life, they are not as good as a living person's morsel of bread after death.The originally relatively neat slogan of the crowd suddenly became murmured, and then, after amplifying their inner longing for survival and depression of not being able to support themselves and their families, the crowd gradually wavered. This loud slogan not only attracted others to come to support Those whose family members asked for explanations also attracted workers and poor people who were originally on the sidelines.

The other demons in the crowd gestured to each other, and the Apostle of Desire changed their voices, and they shouted together:
"We need jobs and bread!!"

Another slogan immediately seemed a lot weaker: "His Majesty the King must also give us an explanation!"

The Desire Apostle glanced at the man caught by him out of the corner of his eye. His face was already purple, his pupils were bulging, and he was smothered to death.The devil casually threw the corpse at the feet of the crowd. While mobilizing the emotions of the people around him, he controlled the direction of the team.There was a slight stampede, but nothing serious.

People were chaotically advancing while shouting slogans, and soon there were continuous and dense footsteps ahead, and the patrolling soldiers ran over in neat steps, forming a seemingly indestructible human wall in front of the street.These people who symbolize the inviolability of law, majesty and order immediately caused chaos in the parade. A middle-aged man with the appearance of an officer stood up and spoke majestically:
"Stop the gathering! Stop the parade, disband immediately!"

He winked, and some of the soldiers in the first row immediately pointed their guns at the sky and let out several threatening gunshots.

The unknown people in the rear screamed when they heard the gunshots, and the parade crowd felt great fear. People seemed to lose their sense of direction and reason in an instant, and began to run around indiscriminately. The only thought was to get out of here as soon as possible.

The parade of hundreds of people was casually broken up in half by a mid-sequence Extraordinary.

"Damn it." The Apostle of Desire had no choice but to retreat back in the crowd. He stared at the captain who was in the way, thinking about how to make this farce more lively.

635
Audrey finally checked the status of everyone in Mr. Macht's house, then stood up with a serious expression.

The witch's laughter had long since ended, but she still felt the sound echoing in her mind.Someone had already set up a ladder to remove the strange device, and she also saw people from the Sieveras Field and the military walking through the street.

"I should go, Mr. World."

There was less smile on Audrey's face, and more indescribable self-mockery: "Please send me back to Paisfield Street, most of the people in the bursary foundation are from the East District, and they are also in the previous university. Loved ones have been lost in the smog. They may need help now."

Klein nodded: "You are stronger than I thought."

"...Maybe this is also growth."

Audrey chuckled slightly self-deprecatingly, and looked at her hands: "Every time I get promoted, I feel that I am already very powerful and can do many, many things, but... what I have done , I have always chatted with friends and talked to elders."

"So, I was thinking just now, why did I pursue extraordinary abilities in the first place?"

Audrey tilted her head slightly, showing a smile, and she looked like the innocent Miss Hall in the eyes of others:
"I once entered my own dream, and in the dream where I discovered the 'subconscious ocean', I saw the appearance of the extraordinary ability in my dream, just like the magic in a fairy tale book for children, shining brightly, It is full of dreams and can bring infinite beauty.”

However, the reality gave her a blow early on. Other Extraordinary beings are the material for walking, and they will gradually be infected by madness as the sequence increases. Even when she was still an inconspicuous low-sequence, she was Almost lost control by drinking potions.

"...When I realized that Extraordinary is not only not beautiful, but also painful, twisted, and crazy, I was very disappointed, and even had the idea of ​​​​stopping here. However, I also realized the powerful horror hidden in this world, In order to better protect my family in this world, I chose to move on."

Alfred died, is that because of my lack of ability?No, even if I become a Sequence 5 and become a demigod, it will be very difficult for me to protect him intact in the war.

Besides, what else can I do?
Klein listened quietly, listening to the confession of an audience member.He put his hands on Audrey's shoulders and activated "Teleportation".

"Your idea is very good."

They appeared in the room belonging to director Audrey of the Luen Scholarship Foundation, and Klein was about to leave: "I hope you can always maintain this kind of thinking."

"Thank you."

Audrey pursed her lips and showed a decent smile: "Mr. World, I have a very presumptuous question... What is your purpose of contacting Extraordinary?"

Klein was silent for a while: "At first, it was for self-protection. Later, it was to find his family."

Audrey remembered that the other party mentioned his family to her. Mister "World" seemed to be a person from ancient times: "What about now? Do you still plan to continue to be promoted?"

This question really caught Klein. He felt that he could be a demigod with peace of mind, enjoy a long life, and secretly protect Melissa and Benson. It doesn't seem to matter if you don't get promoted.

"Haven't figured it out yet," he said.

Audrey didn't ask any further questions, and sent Klein away very naturally.She pushed open the door of the director's office, and quickly walked towards the source of the faint crying in her ear - the lounge.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she saw several familiar faces crying, and some people stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what they were thinking.

"Miss Audrey!" Seeing her, the sane person immediately stood up, grabbed her hand nervously, and asked anxiously, "Just now, was what the witch said just now true? Our family Was it really taken away by the king as a slave?"

"Are they dead? Hasn't the Slave Act been repealed?"

"Can we still see them? There should be some people alive?"

"..."

They subconsciously regarded Miss Audrey Hall, who was born as an aristocrat, as an authority, but they didn't know that the other party had just learned about it,

In an instant, Audrey seemed to see countless negative emotions flooding the sky, but she herself hadn't completely emerged from the crisis of trust in the country.She took a deep breath, showing a strong comforting smile, and gently covered the hand that was firmly grasping her wrist with her palm, and said slowly:

"I am not sure as well."

"But, everyone, they must also want to see you live strong..."

……

Klein originally planned to go directly back to No. 160 Böklund Street, but he remembered that the family of Councilor Macht next door was praying to the goddess for purification, so he stopped on the street first, preparing to slowly Go back for a walk.

So, as soon as he landed, he saw a large number of chaotic brawls in front of him, the police and the people were in a mess, the stalls and goods of the hawkers were scattered all over the ground, and the fruits were trampled into a disgusting black paste. There were also people lying on the side of the street with their heads covered in blood, and no one cared about them.

A parade happened?No, this is a riot... His pupils shrunk.

"Rye bread with sawdust has gone up to 2p a pound!"

"I can't afford cotton, I can't afford flour, I can't eat, I can only starve to death!"

Someone roared in the crowd, and everyone responded.

"But the country turns a blind eye!"

"Kings and nobles have abandoned us!"

Another clear voice came from a distance, it seemed to be a person standing on a high place:
"Did the economic subsidies that were claimed to be given to you actually reach everyone?"

"The materials and food donated by those great philanthropists, what is actually in their hands?"

"Where did the things that saved us go? Don't everyone really know anything? Without these things, our family members, even ourselves, would starve to death here soon!"

Seeing that the impromptu parade of stragglers was about to split itself, the apostle of desire was forced to stand in front of the stage. He delivered sonorous and forceful words while vigilantly looking around for anyone aiming at him secretly with a gun. Extraordinary, staring at him with hungry eyes, gradually ignited greater anger in his words than before.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Apostle of Desire blurred, everyone stopped for an instant, and then turned their heads to look at him strangely at the same time!
The Apostle of Desire took a step back in fright, just fell off the box on which he was standing, and rolled out from under the feet of the crowd.

"It's really evil..."

Which demigod taught me a lesson?

The apostle of desire touched her chest in fear, then turned around immediately, bowed her waist and hid elsewhere.

But no one paid attention to this little episode, the parade team had already been driven by the overall mood, and neither the chaos nor the progress could stop it.

"We should take back what we belong to!"

"Our jobs, bread, and bailouts!"

"Take back the bread!"

The crowd was excited, people roared, trampled on all the people who fell on the ground regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, leaving a mess and blood on the ground, and walked towards the west district in a mighty manner.

……

"Your Majesty, report urgently."

The brown-haired demigod of the royal family approached George III, who was taking a nap in the garden, and whispered:
"Pannadia, the 'Desperate Nightingale' of the Witch Sect, publicly cooperated and instigated the people. Now more than [-] people have gathered outside the West District, preparing to attack the Government District and Queens District. They are suspected of being bewitched by the Extraordinary, and The numbers are still increasing.”

George III stood in the middle of the garden, like a shadow that could not be illuminated by light.

After listening to the demigod's report, he smiled lightly indifferently.

"Has our rude and savage neighbor finally learned to be smart? We know that we must first fight public opinion and cognitive warfare."

The royal demigod lowered his head:
"The source of the radio has been cut off, and the channel can no longer be answered. It is unclear whether it is the work of the Feysac Empire."

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or not. Remember, no matter what you say, you won't admit it. Does a prestigious cult organization want to slander the King of Loen with just one mouth?" George III stroked his well-trimmed beard, gently Laughed, "They gather there if they like, and someone will clean them up for me. You go to inform Archbishop Valentine and make a statement after the matter is over."

The royal family responded half-heartedly and left in a hurry.

After walking away halfway, the royal garden returned to silence. King George III could not help but sigh while admiring all kinds of exotic plants in the garden.

"No one can stop me."

In order to ascend to the throne of God and become the "Dark Emperor", I have worked hard for decades and paid countless prices in exchange for the acquiescence of the Seven Gods and my children.Now is the last step to success, no one can stop me from becoming the "Dark Emperor"!
"...The army has been assembled, and the day of battle will soon come. At that time, we need to have a tacit understanding with the Church of Storms."

George III whispered to himself, then looked towards the corner of the garden, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned:
"Mr. Zaratul, what do you think of the assembled people?"

A stone street lamp beside him suddenly lit up, and the light cast a photo-like picture on a side wall.

Angry crowds gathered outside the West End.

They fought and fought with soldiers, and there were Extraordinary people fishing in troubled waters, and there were loud gunshots.

However, many huge metal-clad monsters suddenly appeared in the sky, ammunition and machine guns rained down, covering them all in a sea of ​​flames and ruins.

At the end of the film screening, King George III smiled, enjoying the distant sky in a good mood.

TBC
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