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

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Balanka, who was entertaining himself, was suddenly inspired, and a powerful aura was approaching him from the spiritual world.

He suddenly looked up at the sky above him, and a big fish slammed into his face.

Immediately afterwards, a small bag of gray sea salt crystals with seabed sand in it, a small bag of tobacco, and a mess of dried fish and seafood fell down, instantly burying him in a place filled with the smell of sea water and fishy smell. in the debris pile.

Richard jumped down from the gate of the spirit world in mid-air, took out a piece of dried pickled fish from the pile of groceries, and threw it into his mouth.While tasting the bitter-tasting dried fish made from this inferior sea salt, he ground the sand and stones with his teeth.

Balanca pulled it out from a pile of seafood and groceries, pouted the coarse salt in his mouth, and asked, "Did you just come back from collecting junk by the sea?"

"Don't say that, this is what they usually eat, but now they don't even have to eat this."

Richard shook the small dried fish in his hand: "Now that the port can't catch fish, does our country's economy really depend on the curse of transformation?"

"...No, we still have a lot of Extraordinary people who can go to work, just let the living corpses and resentful souls plow the land day and night. I have also thought of a career direction for werewolves in the past few days. They are very strong during the full moon. I just went to pull the plow and grind the mill, don’t you think it’s perfect?”

"A genius idea! But in the short term, don't you still have to rely on the curse of transformation?"

Balanca hesitated: "Yes, this is a painful period, but our population is not large. If we persist in this way for half a year, the first batch of increased crops will be harvested, and the situation will improve."

The economy is unrealistic, and it is even more impractical to transport food from other places - there is nothing to eat in other places, and it takes several months to grow high-yield wheat. Up and down the needs of all populations.

The Temperance Angel looked left and right, but he didn't see the figure of the bound god, nor did he feel the other party's spirituality:
"God is not here?"

"He said he was going to visit other places to see if there was anything to do."

"Oh, as expected of an ancient ascetic monk."

Richard finished nibbling the dried fish while thinking, and suddenly reached out and patted Barranca's shoulder:

"I have another way. Wait, I'm going on a business trip these few days and go to sea to buy some food invented by Frank."

Barranca's eyes widened, and a bunch of shocking plants and foods rolled through his mind, as well as the very fragrant and delicious apple chicken:

"You mean that Frank?"

"Yes, the Star Pirates are now Intis's official organization. I don't know if it will become the prototype of a fleet or a national privateer in the future. Before Frank's patent is bound by Intis, I will hurry to buy some thing."

The Cursed King hesitated for a second, then nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Having said that, don't you think Frank's imagination and creativity are really incredible? Don't you worry that if he continues to be promoted like this and becomes a demigod, he will create more and more terrifying things?"

Richard patted Barranca's shoulder again:

"Don't make these unnecessary guesses, there is no need to scare yourself."

"Frank is a kind and good man from the bottom of his heart. Although his works are grotesque, they are indeed top-level designs that can fundamentally change people's lives. If his fundamental goal is to make people's lives better, then there is no need to be afraid he."

"I'm afraid the people won't accept it."

"Then educate." Richard looked into the eyes of the Cursed King, "Are we going to fear him while using him?"

"It's not considered taking advantage." Balanca argued, and then nodded uncomfortably, "Well, Roselle once said that cursing the cook after eating is immoral. , although he is really corrupt, sometimes what he says makes sense. I will do some thinking work for the residents first, but please try to bring back some normal things..."

"For example, beef-flavored mashed potatoes that can automatically proliferate when you add water?"

"...If you leave it alone, will it keep increasing?"

Balanca imagined that more and more mashed potatoes would finally flood the whole city, and even felt a little hopeful.

"No, Frank said that the maximum number of multiplications is only eight times. He wants to adjust it to the maximum number of cell divisions of cattle, but he has not succeeded so far. I also persuaded him that if the number of multiplications is 2 times in multiples of [-], it will It would be a terrible disaster, so he is now going to try to adjust to twenty times."

"I think it's scary to eat eight times now." Baranca was a little yearning for the endless appearance of mashed potatoes, but he still said, "Forget it, this is also very good, we are not rich enough to eat endlessly level of food."

After he finished speaking, he didn't get a reply from his companion for several seconds. He suddenly had a bad feeling, and quickly turned around, only to see Richard flipping through the file that was originally placed in his hand with a very subtle expression. .

The King of Curses felt bad all of a sudden, and he had just finished dealing with the part about the crime at hand when Richard came in.However, he had dealt with many of them vaguely, and put them at the bottom of the official document while Richard was not paying attention, but he was still discovered.

"There are still so many people who can't control themselves. Is it that difficult not to do bad things?"

With a gesture of Richard's hand, the seals in the drawer flew out automatically, and he stamped all of them for immediate execution, and then looked at Barranca with a half-smile: "Why are there several people who know the law and commit crimes with extraordinary abilities, People who hit and run and cover up their crimes have not been dealt with properly? Barranca, we have known each other for so long, and I believe in your ability, so don’t they still have the ability to bribe you?”

"...No." The Cursed King clicked his tongue, "You killed too many people in the past few months, it was indiscriminate. After a month of restraint, they really couldn't restrain themselves. Most importantly, there were more than A demigod pleaded with them, saying that they had all participated in the battle against the Northern Continent Army, and hoped that their sentences could be reduced as appropriate, and if they continue to kill like this, the speed of our training of new recruits cannot keep up."

"One month of abstinence will make them go crazy, who made them so indulgent before?"

Richard sneered, and threw the file back, without the slightest sympathy in his eyes: "Do they really think that I am so short of people that they will destroy the country without them? Then let's repair and repair these demigods together, okay? Brother, I believe in you."

"But our system and punishment methods must be changed."

"It can be changed, but it can't be changed like this. Do they still want to equalize the low rank and the low rank, and the middle rank and the middle rank, and then the law does not punish the high rank? Then don't make legislation at all, what do I want it for?" Richard sneered, " High-sequence people live long and have good physique, so punishment should be increased as appropriate."

"But you have to be clear about one thing, the Rose School of thought can live up to now, and among the people who can live to the mid-to-high sequence, there is no such clean person as you and I want. All we can do is to offset the merits and demerits. They are crazy , cruel, but also compatriots who have fought together."

"Of course I know, but now the targets of their dominance are also former compatriots, not to mention that we are not safe yet, but if we are going to indulge in this level of security now, it is no different from those people in the Northern Continent. "

The King of Curses shook his head. He knew what the other party said was reasonable, and he also knew what his position was, so he took the file and asked:
"How far do you want to repair? Separate limbs, cut into pieces, or extract the soul to torture?"

"Will this be a bit cruel? We have already begun to move towards a new era. Don't always keep the past lynchings. We should use labor reform on them, and directly use curses to deprive them of their divinity, seal their extraordinary power and throw them away to farm, anyway. Their physical fitness is very good, and it should be no problem to reclaim hundreds of acres a day." Richard waved his hand, "That's it, I'll go first."

"See you later."

Balanca also waved his hand: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the little audience you followed is now at Sequence 5."

"Oh?" Richard stopped the action of teleporting to the spirit world, with a slight smile on his face, "This is a good thing, if there is an audience to help us treat the addiction and psychological problems caused by indulgence, I will also You don't need to kill so many people."

"But her family seems to be having some difficulties recently."

Balanca said, "I don't know her well, so pay attention if you have time."

Richard thought for a while, and the surrounding colors continued to become brighter. He entered the spirit world again, and replied:
"I will."

……

It was noon, and it was time to receive the daily food ration in Silver City.

At this point, the town will be filled with joyful and hopeful laughter, and soon, the sweet aroma of food will fill the air.

The average height of children is 1.8 meters, and the average height of adults is more than [-] meters. Giants are bustling around the "Church of Fools" and "Mushroom Distribution Office".But although there were many people, they lined up in an orderly manner, and no one jumped in line or took the lead.

Compared with the crowded "Church of Fools", the "Church of the Creator" that already existed in the City of Silver seemed much deserted.

Several months have passed, and there are still several people here praying silently, as if the lively scene outside has nothing to do with them.

Little Uno, with gray hair and blue eyes, who looked only two or three years old, sat in the first row.

Two meters in front of him was the pulpit and the cross. Like everyone else, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and prayed silently.

Believers of the Creator still exist in the City of Silver. These people will also participate in some activities of "The Fool", and they will also pray for the people of the City of Silver to live a happier life. People are all compatriots, and they will not be wronged just because their beliefs have not changed. Others are hostile.And the people in the City of Silver would not criticize them because they did not convert. Most people praised both the Creator and the Fool, and the beliefs of the two were very harmoniously integrated in this small city-state.

If this scene is seen by the demon of knowledge, I'm afraid it will be another surprise, and I will feel that I have strong evidence that God and Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun have a clear affair.

For these absolutely devout believers, Colin Iliad and the Council of Six moved their lips.In the end, Chief Colin, the most authoritative, convinced them of the legitimacy of "The Fool is the ally of the Lord, who replaces the Lord to save the City of Silver, and following the Fool is the Lord's expectation, not forgotten and betrayed", and finally persuaded them to accept it. The "fool" took a lot of effort to send safe food from the outside world.

Otherwise, if there are people who insist on eating monster meat because of their beliefs and are in danger when they already have normal food and medicine, the loss outweighs the gain.

There was a person leaning against the wall outside the Creator Church. Edward did not go in. While listening to the prayers of the people inside, he played with a special and ancient musical instrument in his arms.

He plucked a few of the strings, sending out a layered scale.

"Sing of wrath, O spirit.

Singing of the wrath of the betrayed God,
His death brought upon a calamity like never before..."

Edward hummed a few words, took out his notebook again, took out a pencil and scratched a few times on the lyrics and the corresponding numbered notation:
"Here we should use a descending scale, and add a semitone when ascending here... In addition to adjusting the tone, it really is better to match the lyre with classical style ballads. I can't always carry a harp everywhere. "

After some revisions, he let go of his hand, and the notebook floated in the air, as if there was an invisible shelf.

"His death brought woe like never before,
It brought disaster to the creatures and humans on the earth.

The world is plunged into eternal darkness,
The stars and the moon also disappeared.

human corpses,
Eaten by beasts and monsters,

Abandoned, forgotten, neglected, and killed by the hands of loved ones,
Thus embodying the will of the Creator. "

Edward played and corrected, and completed the construction of the first paragraph of the narrative poem.He wrote songs and composed music for someone outside the church of the Creator. God didn't seem to care too much, and Ouroreus inside still closed his eyes and listened carefully.

"And before that...

Light came from chaos,

The sky and the earth shook together.

The prairie fires go with him,
The kite of fate takes him as a bobbin.

The blood of the ancient gods dyed the earth red, and then rose the city-states of mankind,
For him the stars shone,

The sun and the moon bear their majesty,
Everything is thriving, civilization is growing vigorously, and brilliance gathers here,

Thus proving the splendor of His human birth. "

When the last note fell, Edward reached out and pressed the strings, preventing the aftershock of the strings and stopping the sound abruptly.

"I feel that I can't sing too much of God's memory under the nose of God, otherwise I will be taken away and turned into a lamb to write hymns, hymns and operas for 10 years. This is more black-hearted than the real Creator."

It just so happened that I only edited two paragraphs.Edward put away his notebook in a good mood, and sent Qin back to the past history.

During this time, the god of death also prayed to find him to talk about business.

The other party felt the insecurity of the current world, and under a sense of urgency, he took the initiative to discuss whether the remaining "Pale Emperor" could be exchanged for him.But God of Death does not have enough bargaining chips in his hands now, and the devil who advocates bartering will not accept the other party's empty check of "become a god first, then chop off the God of War and exchange it with one of his 'God's Hand'", A deal was unfortunately not reached.

Edward turned around and saw that the bustling half-giants receiving food had basically dispersed, so he leaned over curiously, and for the first time carefully looked at the Church of the Fools in front of him. He also didn't go in, but was outside. Eavesdropping on a priest's sermon.

The preacher was a young man with blond hair who looked not very old, or a teenager.

Obviously, he was already familiar with this matter, his expressions and movements were very serious and upright, without any shyness.

"My lord calls himself 'The Fool'. In the past, in the present, and in the future, he is the great ruler of the spiritual world, the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck, and the beacon for every living being to pursue eternity."

"My lord resides above the reality and the spiritual world, and his benevolence has filled the heaven and the earth, and there are several angels standing beside his seat..."

"The 'Retribution Angel' is the thunder of the Lord, the wrath of the Lord, the hand of the Lord, the judge and executioner of all the fallen and the unclean."

"The opposite of the 'angel of punishment' is the 'angel of abundance'. He is the symbol of life and the messenger of creation. He follows the oracle of the Lord and brings us salvation."

Derrick's face did not show the guilt of lying at all, because although Frank Lee was emphasized by "The Fool" as a saint, his reputation in the City of Silver was too high, and being promoted to an angel was almost a god-forsaken place All hope.

If an angel can be selected by voting, everyone in Silver City and Moon City will vote for "Feng Rao".

Thousands of miles away in the Northern Continent, Klein suddenly sneezed hugely, as if something very bad was about to happen.

TBC
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The lamp god was on his way on horseback. (really fast)