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

Chapter 321 End of July

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"You want to know the formula of the 'Seer' pathway Sequence 3?"

Klein found the Dark Saint in a factory affiliated to the Aurora Society. To his surprise, the Dark Saint did not stay in the base that was hidden underground and could only be found by going through the correct "door". Walk and work directly in the office building.

"You wait a moment."

There were only the two saints in the corridor. The dark saint asked Klein to wait for a while, then opened the door and entered an office at hand.In the office, another acquaintance of Klein - Mr. Z with dark green eyes was busy among piles of documents.

Kesma asked straight to the point: "Has the disaster situation in the factory been calculated? Has the personnel loss been calculated? When will the work continue? Can the orders for the Intis factory be completed within the specified time?"

Mr. Z showed a sleep-deprived face:
"Our factory area was not seriously damaged, only one building was lost due to stray bullets. All the machinery in the building was scrapped, 23 workers died, and the rest were lying in the charity hospital. I am contacting recycling to sell these scrap iron go out."

While muttering, he stretched out his hand to search in the pile of documents:

"On the day of the bombing on July 7, our factory was working normally. Some people participated in the parade after get off work in the evening, and some people were bombed on their way home. After all, the North District and the Jowood District were the hardest hit... ...This is today's personnel sign-in form, which is from the 19th, and it has been five days, and if there is no accident, those who did not come should have died."

Kesma picked up the two forms, glanced at them and put them down.

Mr. Z hesitated and asked: "If they die after get off work, it is not a work-related injury, right? Should we provide subsidies according to the standard of work-related injuries?"

"Our factory is not doing well this quarter, and we have to spend a lot of money to buy new machines..."

Klein, who stood watching at the door, also saw the form with many names crossed out. He was taken aback when he heard this, and suddenly remembered that in this world, there is no accident insurance, no pension, no protection for low-income groups, and no medical insurance.

Even if there is, most people will not partake some money to pay for the illusory insurance when they can't eat a few bites.

There is no guarantee for the lives of the people. It is entirely up to the conscience of the factory owners to survive for a few days after being sick, injured, or unable to work.

Kesma was silent for a second, he felt sorry for the impending loss of the gold pound, and then asked Mr. Z:

"Don't you want to go to heaven?"

Mr. Z's eyes suddenly widened, and he showed a distorted expression as if he had been accused of being impious in his face, his facial features mingled together and turned for a moment, and finally opened a mouth: "My devotion to the Lord surpasses the cherishing of life! "

"I'm willing to give my life for a good deed!"

He picked his own face a few times, pulled out his two eyeballs from the twisted flesh, and then grabbed the official seal at hand and stamped it on a certain official document: "For the sake of the Lord! For the sake of these poor lambs!" Families get comfort! They all get workers' compensation!"

Sure enough, it was still the Aurora Society... Klein had a hard time looking directly at it.

"If the benefit is really not good, give 70.00% or [-]%, you can see."

The dark sage said: "Remember to pay their salary for this month first. Besides, you can find a time to arrange recruitment."

Mr. Z adjusted his face back, and said with a spirit of sacrifice: "I see, Your Excellency."

"When necessary, I will also give my savings to help these lambs."

"I'm gratified by your awareness." The Dark Saint winked at Klein, and they exited the room, closing the door by the way.

"Mr. X, the factory is short of manpower right now. If you have people around you who are in urgent need of work, you can make a list for me." After returning to the corridor, the Dark Saint took Klein to his office, habitually Arranging the work carefully, "You know, the scale of this factory is not too large, and the business is very limited. Our factory lost a lot of skilled workers in the parade, and newcomers need to be trained for a few days before they can start their jobs. What if this month If the order cannot be delivered on time, we will have to pay huge liquidated damages, and may even go bankrupt.”

"Ah."

Klein nodded. He thought about whether there was anyone around him who needed work, but he couldn't think of it for a moment.

So he asked again: "When do you plan to start recruiting?"

The Dark Saint walked in front and chatted with him: "Recruitment has already started, but looking for skilled workers in the Eastern District is basically like finding a needle in a haystack. Our recruitment is mainly for workers in the Jowood District, who are slightly better than the Eastern District."

Klein thought about the work of moving sandbags at the overcrowded pier in the Eastern District, and he reluctantly affirmed this sentence.

"However, we haven't fully recruited yet. We intend to recruit more people. It has nothing to do with faith. To help those who suffer in the war without discrimination is to pave the way for our future ascension..." said the dark saint After a while, Klein didn't quite understand what the Bible said, "Ruen is not peaceful now, the Lord has returned to the position of the sun, and we don't dare to expand, maybe we will retreat to Intis at some point. "

"Then what about the people in the factory here?"

The dark saint shook his head: "I can only watch it when the time comes."

Klein opened his mouth and fell silent again.

They walked side by side to the office of the Dark Saint. The latter became much more relaxed in the familiar environment, and asked proactively:
"Do you have any clues for Sequence 3?"

"Know the name." Klein said, "The Sequence 3 potion of the 'Seer' pathway is called 'Ancient Scholar'."

"It's a good name, and I know how to play it as soon as I hear it."

The dark sage took out a book from the shelf and rummaged through it for a while: "The path of 'Seer' is managed by the secret order. It is said that Zaratul, the leader of the secret order, seems to have returned to normal, but because the Lord After managing Intis, he didn't go back, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Zaratul didn't return to Intis?Klein was a little strange, but also a little expected.

Now Intis already believes in the true Creator, and he doesn't know what it will be like.

"In the records of the Aurora Society, there are related records about the high sequence of Seers...it should be this, but the name of the potion is not mentioned. According to the relevant records, the promotion ceremony of this sequence involves time, and the potion formula involves a kind of Very rare and ferocious spirit world creatures, they are powerful and appear in groups, making them difficult to hunt..."

The Dark Saint read for a while, then turned to look at Klein:

"I'll sort out the information for you later. I remember that it hasn't been long since you were promoted to Sequence 4. It seems that it hasn't been a month yet? Don't be so anxious, stabilize yourself first, and slowly accumulate meritorious deeds. The Aurora Society must now be able to obtain 'Ancient Scholar ' of the channel of the recipe."

Stabilize yourself and slowly accumulate meritorious service. This is the normal promotion step for all organizations, no matter official or secret organizations.

Klein nodded. After calming down, he felt that he was indeed a little too hasty.However, collecting potion formulas in advance is also a normal step. It may take months or even years during the collection process, so there is no time for acting.What's more, after fully witnessing the king's atrocities and the hideous appearance that covered everything, Klein was almost restless when he thought that such a person would always live aloft, while innocent poor people would continue to die because of him. It's hard to calm down and take pictures slowly.

During this period of time, he tried to contact Audrey to make an appointment for psychological treatment, but the bad thing was that Audrey seemed to have also suffered some blows from reality, and it took a period of recuperation to give Klein psychological counseling.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. World."

On the gray fog, Audrey's mood was very low.

"Because I have encountered danger, the number of Extraordinary beings responsible for protecting me in the family has increased. During this period of time, it is difficult for me to have real alone time. I am afraid I cannot give you psychological treatment."

Klein could only express his understanding.

"Mr. World, may I ask, are you still Dwayne Dantes?"

"Yes."

Audrey suddenly seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and spoke eagerly:
"Please help me to pay attention to some things about the foundation. Many people were injured or even lost their lives in the bombing. They need help. There is a clerk named Martha in the foundation. She was injured in both legs during the bombing. Now she is in In the hospital, she also has a younger sister and a disabled father to support, can you please help me look at her condition? There is also a Mr. James, who is our accountant, and his family is missing now... We Many people in the foundation have fallen... As a director, I apply to you to withdraw funds from the foundation to support the injured, and I will use the rest..."

Audrey paused for a moment. When she said this, she suddenly remembered that she had voluntarily handed over the part of the family property that was divided to herself when she became an adult, and handed over 40 pounds in cash to Mr. Ernst. The already embarrassing family has been further compounded.

Now her financial income has shrunk to only one-sixth of what it used to be, and she has almost no spare power to help the foundation.

Audrey's mood suddenly became even more depressed, and she was almost speechless:
"...Can the Foundation still operate normally?"

With the face of "Gehrman Sparrow" on his face, Klein thought silently about what happened to Hall's family, which could make an "audience" lose control of his mood, and make Audrey, who used to be rich and confident, The lady showed her current expression.

Half to appease, half to really have financial resources, Klein nodded:

"can."

Audrey was obviously relieved, and some smiles appeared on her face:
"Very good, Mister World, very good."

"thanks……"

So Klein bid farewell to Audrey and went to work on the foundation's post-disaster reconstruction.

As a result, it seems that because Audrey was almost killed in the bombing, the Hall family doesn't let the lady go out now.The foundation couldn't find the director, and the staff lost a lot, and most of the things were sent to the person in charge, Mr. Dawn Dantès.

Mr. Dwayne Dantès had no choice but to cheer up and start working in the face of countless expectant eyes. The work of the foundation can bring some comfort to his soul and make up for the pain he was unable to do before.In this way, Klein started the foundation-the two-point and one-line busy life at home, and occasionally participated in dances, banquets, afternoon tea and activities at the Veterans Club, which was boring and troublesome.

However, it is good to keep finding things to do for yourself every day, so as not to let yourself think about it.

"If you need the recipe urgently, you can try praying."

The dark sage closed the book, hinting at Mr. X's own identity as a "favored one". Mr. X's promotion speed is so fast, and now he is looking for Sequence 3, there must be God's guidance in it.Since it is a "favored one", the Lord will give some revelations to some extent.

Pray to the True Creator?Klein hesitated for a while.

The possibility of success is quite high. Maybe the real creator will directly throw the formula and ritual of the "ancient scholar" into his hands, but can he hold it with peace of mind?

That is definitely not possible.

It's better to manage the Eastern Continent first... Klein nodded without showing too much emotion.

"What's been accumulating merit lately?" he asked.

The independent Mr. X finally started to try to participate in the affairs of the Aurora Society?The dark saint, who thought that the other party would always act like a non-staff, was a little surprised: "Nothing happened recently, we have already started to shrink our forces, and we are ready to retreat from Intis at any time... If you just want to accumulate some meritorious service If not, now only the HR department needs manpower to recruit workers."

"Not only busy, but also few meritorious deeds." The dark saint reminded.

The implication is that you should not be like Mr. A, a dignified god who entrusts a dignified saint to compete with lower-level members for jobs.

Recruitment?Klein was just asking casually. He was very busy during this time. Not only did he have to find a new office building for the Foundation, but he also kept running to the hospital to comfort the wounded. He also occasionally activated a demigod-level divination to search for missing persons. People who have no time to participate in the construction of the Aurora Society.

"I hope you are doing well." He was about to say goodbye.

The Dark Saint pointed out the cross that Klein was quite familiar with: "May the Lord bless you, and so will you."

……

Southern Continent, Highland Colony.

"Master Siua really shouldn't indulge the Temperance Angel anymore! Just look at what he's talking about all day long!"

At the gathering place of the senior members of the Rose School of Thought, "The Silent Man" Mahms pulled his hair vigorously with both hands, with a ferocious expression:

"It was like this 100 years ago, and it's still like this 100 years later. Why is He so lacking in reverence for God? The Mother Tree of Desire gave us strength and the capital to resist, but He only thought about when to be bound all day long." The god of God can tear himself apart and feed him! Is this plausible? There should be a limit to being disrespectful to God, not to mention that He claims to be an angel of temperance!!”

He pulled off two handfuls of his increasingly thinning golden curly hair, and cursed endlessly:

"I can't wait until there is a slight improvement! Have you forgotten that you were forced to leave the Rose School because you were too radical? What we need now is to wait and see what happens to Intis' Creator Church, instead of thinking that the Creator seems to have a good temper. Hurry up and drive out the garrison!"

Taufik counted the time with a stopwatch and reminded:

"My lord, you still have one minute to continue to be cautious in your words and deeds."

"you shut up!"

Mahamus opened his mouth and a curse that had been brewing for 5 minutes, Taufik turned into a puppet with a snap, holding a stopwatch that had also turned into a wooden toy in his hand.The puppet rolled on the ground, still holding the stopwatch vigorously.

"I have asked Lord Sierra for instructions, and begged him to give the Temperance Angel some small warnings. The words are sincere and sincere, but it doesn't work! There is civil strife in the northern continent, and the status of the people in the southern continent has risen logically. He just said, "Good opportunity, why not?" Take advantage of this time to drive the Intis garrison back and force Intis to hold his nose and admit our independence!' It's so easy to say, you bastard! What if Intis doesn't admit it? What can we do with the Highland Rebels? Intis is on par! Not to mention military power and high-level power, our equipment was purchased when Intis dumped defective ammunition! I still remember the price! Fifty thousand Filkin!"

Maihamus pointed to Tao as reason, vented his anger at the puppet, and then asked out of breath:

"Is it 1 minute?"

The puppet nodded desperately.

"I really can't stand the Angel of Temperance. When I see a war in the Northern Continent, I want to drive away the garrison, and when I see a slight chance of winning, I want to restore the country. It's already reached this point. Can't you be patient for a while longer?"

Mahamus took out a handful of golden nails from his pocket cursingly, and pierced his upper and lower lips.

Although his mouth can no longer speak, his eyebrows and eyes continue to output fiercely.

Suddenly, the flame of the red candle lit in the corner swelled violently, reflecting an illusory black door.

Mahamus, who was facing the candle, frowned suddenly, and his body movements reluctantly stepped aside.

"A good idea, but I think it can be modified a little bit. I will first blow up the base of the Intis garrison to the sky, and then turn everyone into food. If you eat the food, there will be no proof."

A hand reached out from the imaginary black door and threw a suitcase onto the table.Immediately afterwards, Richard Ernst passed through the door. He patted the dust on the windbreaker, and patted away a creature from the spirit world who followed him to sneak into the real world, and smiled at Mahms.

"You're saying such dangerous things again."

Mahms simply removed the nail.

"What if Intis' anger is aroused?"

"Oh, Mahamus, you have not only grown old in person, but you have also grown old in your heart during the decades of my absence."

Richard picked up Taufik, dusted him and put him on the table, glanced casually at the demigod with golden curly hair, and sighed in disappointment:

"Have you ever thought that the independence of the Highland Colony itself will make Intis angry. No matter what we do, no matter when we wait, should they be angry or angry when they do this?"

"Didn't there be a consul who was a little gentler on the colony before? Could it be a good opportunity?"

"You don't understand anything at all, Mahamus."

The angel of temperance sneered: "The church is changing, the creator said that good deeds are the standard for going to heaven, and Intis gradually returns to the theocratic society. This is the only chance for us in the highlands. If you don't do it now, it is difficult for you to count on the creator to wave his hand. Incorporate us into the territory of Intis? From a colony to an enclave?"

Mahms' chest heaved violently:

"Even so, Your Highness, you should at least have a certain tacit understanding with the Creator Church—"

"When we have a tacit understanding, we should call ourselves citizens of Intis!" Richard wanted to greet Mahms with highland populism, "Maybe the creator doesn't care, but do you think the government and the church are willing to give up the huge interests of the colony? Our mines , our precious metals, our spices and specialty textiles, are they just an insignificant part of the Intis industry?"

"No, why should I waste my tongue with you?"

Richard frowned, stretched out his hand and patted the air lightly, and Mahms in white robe immediately crashed through the wall like a white shuttlecock and flew out, crashing into the distant clock tower.

"I'm going to be a little more violent next time."

Richard turned his head to the puppet who dared not breathe, and said, "Tell me, who else objects?"

TBC
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Convince people with virtue.

(End of this chapter)