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

Chapter 324 New Life
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Late night on August [-]st.

This period of time was quite difficult for the Intis garrison in the southern continent.

Ever since the news came from my home country as far away as the Northern Continent last month, saying that the great Eternal Blazing Sun had died and that the well-known evil god, the True Creator, had become the new sun god, everyone was in a state of mourning.The service period of the garrison is about ten years. After leaving their hometown and coming to this barbaric, bloody and dangerous land, faith has become the only spiritual pillar of the garrison, and they will become more devout than before.

Especially at this unsettling time, when they seek the consolation of their faith, only to be told that the most pious and kindest old deacon in the church has shut himself up in the confessional, in the dead of night, following the eternal sun up.

This elderly acolyte has a certain reputation in the colony. He used to treat the inferior people in the colony with an equal attitude, generously funded local education and charity, and regarded everyone as an eternal faith. He helped Yang's countrymen, and his death intensified the panic among the Sun believers and local garrisons in the colony.

During this month, the garrisons waited tremblingly for their country and the new church to give them an order, but Intis's country seemed to have forgotten about these people, or was thinking about how to deal with them.They then gradually became numb from the day-to-day waiting, but they were confident that their country would never abandon their precious colonies, so they let go of their hearts and continued to return to their past happy and happy lives.

Anyway, based on the ethics of professional soldiers, they cannot surrender.

The best possibility is to withdraw to the country and replace it with a new group of people.Because the lunatics in the colonies will not accept their surrender, and their families who rely on the titles they obtained in the colonies and live a happy life on the titles will also fall into the abyss overnight because of their surrender.

In the past, because of the strong national power of Intis, the garrisons could do whatever they wanted in the colony. They took away the women they liked, and took away the things they liked. They didn’t have to pay for food, even if it was just the most common A junior sergeant can also carry a weapon and hold his head high in the market, not allowing anyone to look up at him, and beating people to death in the street is just some pretentious confinement and compensation.Docile people tend to obey in order to save their lives, except for those crazy people.

But now Intis's attitude may have changed. If the Highland Rebels really take the opportunity to fight back, and they are unable to fight back, then they can only die and pray to their relatives far away in the country before they die. Can successfully get their pensions for the fallen soldiers.

The position changed, and the country maintained an ambiguous silence.

"What the hell are those cultists thinking?"

Wilson opened the door and walked in. When he saw the ham on the table of his colleague, he looked away uncomfortably, and his Adam's apple rolled: "You went to let the cafeteria open fire privately again. We have limited supplies now, so we have to save Just in case!"

Flamy laughed, and pointed to the white bread and vegetable soup on the table: "Would you like to eat some too?"

They were talking in Intis, and the highland mixed-race maid in the corner knelt with low brows and didn't respond to the conversation of the masters—she didn't understand much Intis, and she didn't even go to school for a few days. Apart from appearance, there is only one virtue called obedience and meekness.

In many Intis homes, servants are not allowed to speak the local language.

Wilson shook his head, he reached out and patted the table, his gaze swept over the white bread and vegetable soup, and also the maid in the corner who put herself there like an object, Frowning:
"You keep the Highlanders with you."

"These brown-skinned bastards are active in their minds! I don't know what ecstasy soup their cult has given them. Their courage is getting bigger and bigger. Today, they just caught a slave who wanted to escape from the army."

Wilson didn't like to get along with the highlanders. When he was a junior officer, he encountered the guerrillas of the highlanders by chance more than once. These lunatics not only killed the enemy, but also killed their own people. Fortunately, all he encountered were Some stragglers who are not as equipped as their own, have not really encountered those cult members who are said to have terrifying power.It is said that some people can suck the lives and souls of living people, some officers will be smothered to death by their own quilts in their sleep, and some people just slipped on the road and were pierced in the head by a suddenly appearing stone, or fell to death. Going down, he was hanged on the cliff by vines.

Recently, they have been a little restless, and their actions have become more planned. It is heard that a former cult leader has returned.

"The Slave Act has been abolished. You should call them freemen, mercenaries. Although they don't get much money, they are indeed free." Flammy smiled and took a bite and satiated He didn't have the same worries as his companions about the soup bread, because he believed that most of the people in the colonies were stupid, savage, silent and inferior creatures, and it was undeniable that there were indeed a small number of smart people who could make the lives of the masters more comfortable.

He made such a casual evaluation, and the highland mixed-race woman in the corner still bowed her head motionlessly, like an exquisite ornament.

"The rebels have always made no distinction between the enemy and the enemy. Anyone who joins us will be killed. Our mercenaries have nowhere to escape. Of course, we can only fight them to the death."

Flamy commented indifferently, which is also a common perception.The highlanders in the colony are usually docile and silent, but they are always crazy when they are cornered. They are suitable for combat, suitable for death squads or cannon fodder, and are suitable war consumables.

The master used to ignore his humble servants, and Wilson was always wary of this kind of dark-skinned people.As if sensing the gazes of others, the half-race woman kneeling on the ground raised her head and met Wilson's gaze.

She didn't dare to neglect, she immediately stood up with her stiff and numb legs, and bowed her head meekly to Wilson:
"Are you looking at me? Sir, what can I do for you?"

The other party's attitude made Wilson look a little better. The humility of countless submissive people in this land always fascinates them.He casually dismissed the maid and asked her to pour himself a cup of tea.Immediately afterwards, Wilson glanced over the place where the maid was standing just now, and suddenly frowned:
"Where's that antique in your collection?"

Flamy stiffened when he ate the bread, and smiled without changing his face: "I took it back to the warehouse."

"Didn't you always like to show it off? Why did you suddenly put it away?" Wilson couldn't believe it. He looked around the residence of his colleagues and found a bigger doubt, "Why is she the only maid? Didn't you always Are you showing off the number of maids you have? When I was a guest last time, there were at least four servants standing in the living room!"

Flamy laughed dryly: "My financial situation is not very good recently, so I sent them all back..."

"Are you preparing to escape?" Wilson said suddenly, "I remember that there will be some pirate ships docking in the private port from time to time!"

"What pirate ship?" asked a voice.

Flamy's expression suddenly became dull, and a overlapping figure appeared in his eyes, but Wilson, who was standing directly opposite him, didn't notice the abnormality, and only heard his colleague say in a somewhat rigid voice:

"...the private port of the Rose School of Thought, there have always been pirate ships and sea smuggling ships paying to stop for supplies. They are willing to send officers in the garrison to Rorsted Islands, and each person is three hundred filkin..."

After saying these words, Flamy said again in a very strange tone: "Baranca, who is managing the private port?"

"It's a resentful soul."

A loud and eerie sound came in from the window. The wind blew the tulle curtains, and the soft gauze curtains gently fell on Wilson's arms. Before he could make a sound, his neck was broken by the curtains and dragged to the window.

Flamy snapped his fingers.

Pa, like a magic happened suddenly, and like some kind of surreal photography, the bodies of the two people in the room suddenly swelled, slipped from the clothes, and turned into square pieces of toast, The color is better than the white bread on the table.

Their spiritual bodies were crushed and reduced to basic spirituality, and sprinkled on the bread like butter, adding a special flavor of spirituality to these foods, which can be felt by both Extraordinary and ordinary people to a unique delicacy.

Richard floated out and landed lightly on the ground.

Thin hands and feet grew out of each toast, and they jumped out of the window in line under the command of the angel, and landed in the big sack prepared next to it. Everything was full of grotesque and terrifying fairy tale atmosphere.

"Three hundred Filkins per person, this is not a small amount." Richard said, "The manager of the private port seems to have a lot of commission?"

You also want to get a share... Balanka said silently: "Zatwin was in charge originally, but he is still in the Northern Continent, and the private port was handed over to a resentful soul. After returning, I let Maiham S to ask questions."

"I remembered. Was it because Steve chased Sharon and died that Zatwin was sent there? You really sent Zatwin there one by one. Let Zatwin come back sometime, Renee I remember that his good apprentice Sharon was already a resentful soul when he escaped, maybe there is only a puppet to be promoted now." Richard rubbed his fingers and wiped a rough piece of his nails away. The flat place was smoothed out, and then I sat on the window sill to enjoy the night view of the garrison military area, and snapped my fingers.

All the people in the military area suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment, and there was a frantic and bloodthirsty light shining in the darkness.

Also shining coldly were their guns and daggers. They fought together in pajamas regardless of you and me. Those who reacted a little slower often had no time to snort, and were punctured like a bag filled with water. The blood was let out, and finally fell to the ground like a broken wooden barrel, slowly shriveled and cold, and was trampled back and forth by other people.Everyone is controlled by extremely crazy emotions, and it is hard for them to think that they can shoot, so some people went crazy and lifted huge stones to smash other people's heads like smashing watermelons, and the dirty blood fell on the same dirty place. on dirty land.Someone in the confusion knocked over a candlestick or a torch, and let the flames spread wildly, igniting everything that could.

"...Isn't it going to be turned into food?"

"..." Richard hesitated for a moment, holding his chin, "Don't you think it's interesting to appreciate such a scene? It doesn't matter, I remember that the east is their granary, just don't let the fire spread there."

"I'm going to take a stroll around the church later. Do you think the Church of the Creator is willing to recycle the church? Those murals are very valuable."

At this moment, there was a series of crisp sounds of objects being smashed from behind them, the tray in the hand of the mixed-race maid was skewed, and the hot tea and the exquisite tea set were all smashed to pieces on the ground.The tea was steaming hot and wet her shoes.And she looked at the scattered clothes of the host and guests, the fire and chaos outside the window, her eyes were dull, she didn't yell, but she couldn't say a word.

Richard looked at her and held out his hand to say hello.

"Good evening, ma'am."

"You are free now," said the angel.

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Intis, Trier, [-] August.

Today is a sunny day. On such a day, people tend to superstitiously believe that good things will happen to them.

John also hoped so. He nervously sorted out his worn-out shirts, carefully put on his coat, and covered the embarrassing hole in the back of the shirt. For the first time in his life, he mustered up the courage to approach the high-rise building in the downtown area. The tall spiers point directly at the cathedral of the sun.

There was already a long queue in front of the cathedral. John looked at the simple signs on the wall and at the folded and wrinkled leaflets in his hands. He swallowed and approached one of the queues.

As soon as he entered the team, he looked around and immediately regretted it—it was broken, he should have been dressed in more shabby clothes!

What if I dress well and make the priests feel that they are still alive and can't get subsidies for low-income people?
Thinking of this, he could hardly control the urge to go back and change immediately, but curiosity and luck made him stand still, and slowly approached with the team.

Soon, he was at the front of the line.

Sitting behind the table was a man in a red coat and a red hood. He was writing something at his desk. When John timidly approached the table, he said impatiently, "Name."

"John, John... Cobb." He almost forgot his last name, which made John blush.

The man in the red robe quickly memorized the name:

"What is your weekly salary? What is your job? How many people are there in your family?"

John almost didn't keep up with the adult's question, he thought quickly, and then said with some embarrassment: "The job is... to move things at the pier, sometimes I can get one Filkin a week, sometimes I can't find a job, so I can only Go pick up some old newspapers to recycle, earn a few coins... no other relatives, just me."

The young man in the red robe was not surprised. He quickly finished recording the information, and then pointed to the side with the pen in his hand: "Put your hand on it and say 'I'm not lying'."

John followed his pen, only to notice that the black thing on the table was not an ink bottle, but a strange black square.While wondering what the other party meant, he put his hand on the black square and said, "I..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a whip soaked in water had been whipped from his forehead, and he was about to withdraw his hand subconsciously, but the shadow by the table suddenly climbed up , pressed his hand tightly on the black square.

Before he had time to shock everything in front of him, he just wanted to finish speaking quickly to get relief:

"I did not lie……!"

After the words fell, the severe pain in my mind suddenly disappeared, and the shadow retracted silently.

John quickly retracted his hand as if he had been scalded, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at the weird cube with fear.

"Well, you didn't lie."

"From next week, you will be able to receive one Felkin's subsidy every week at the nearest church. If you are sick and unable to work, you can also go to the church to apply for medicine and treatment. Remember to go back and spread the word so that more Many people felt the gospel and mercy of the Lord."

The young man in red stamped the file and whispered, "Valid!"

A golden light flashed, and John suddenly felt that the piece of paper in front of him seemed to have established some connection with himself. He opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and said in disbelief, "This, is this all right?"

You can receive one Filkin every week, and you can rent a floor shop yourself, so you won’t be hungry anymore, or you will fall down on the street and eat old newspapers to satisfy your hunger!
"Is the Lord's mercy a lie?"

The young man knocked on the table impatiently: "Praise the Lord, next one!"

"Praise the Lord!" John took the certificate tremblingly as if receiving baptism, and crossed himself on his chest with unprecedented piety, "Praise you! Great Creator! You, you are the god of gods, Thank you for giving me the chance to live!"

The young man in red just snorted, waved his hand, and motioned for the next person to come forward.

He left happily, and kept reciting the hymn of the Creator that he had just learned from the leaflet.

Not far from the long line, the Creator watched these people for a long time, observed the joy of being reborn on their faces, and then walked into the shadows with the people around him.

TBC
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so tired! !Let's take the test! !Such a day is too tortured! ! !

　It is no surprise that the reviews of this book are seriously polarized... After all, such excellent top-level web articles as Mystery will have critics like me, and everyone's understanding is different. Not surprisingly.Of course, I like hearing compliments, it's only human!
　　
　
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