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

Chapter 397 Hidden Dangers

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Although he already had a relatively accurate guess about the sender, just to be on the safe side, Klein still asked one more question before opening the letter:
"Who sent it?"

Reinette Tinekerr's four blond-haired and red-eyed heads said in turn:

"Dirty..." "Darkness..." "The..." "Container..."

This nickname... Klein was stunned for a moment when he heard it, but he couldn't react immediately to match the descriptions of Triss and Miss Messenger.

But if you think about it carefully, this description is very appropriate.

As far as Klein knew, this witch, who had been renamed Trischik, was likely to be one of the agents of the original awakening or coming.

In this case, it is not impossible to call it a "container".

Anyone who has enough knowledge of the mysterious world knows that the "Original Witch" is an evil god, known as the "finalist" who ends everything, with the purpose of creating doomsday and destroying everything, and holds some power over feelings and desires related to feelings , He is described as dirty and dark, which is not very appropriate, but it is also understandable.

Similarly, filth and darkness can also describe Triss, who has been polluted by evil gods to a certain extent.

As expected of an angel, he dared to say "primordial witch"... Klein secretly praised, and was about to unfold the letter paper and read it.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something, he quickly looked at Miss Messenger and said:

"How did the sender behave in front of you?"

"She..." "Very..." "Scared..." Three of Reinette Tinekerr's heads spoke one after another, and the one that didn't make it could only simply open its mouth.

Klein's expression became a little dignified, and he asked after deliberation:

"Did you tag her?"

Reinette Tinekerr's head that was unable to speak just now said first:
"No……"

The remaining three blond-haired and red-eyed heads immediately added:
"Because..." "She..." "There is..."

"Original..." "The..." "Breath..."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then nodded:
"I understand."

Seeing that the messenger was about to leave, Klein hurriedly said:

"Please tell Sharon and Maric that major events may happen in Backlund during this period of time, and a strong man suspected of Zaratul has arrived in Backlund, so they must be careful, and it is best to even the 'brave' ' and don't go to the bar either."

"Zaratul..."

This time, Reinette Tinekerr's four heads opened their mouths at the same time, and it seemed that it took a certain amount of energy to remember who it was.

"The leader of the Secret Order, the angel who once went crazy and is now normal, is conservatively estimated to be Sequence One." Klein added.

Reinette Tinekerr nodded and didn't say anything else. He was about to leave, but Klein said again: "I'm about to do something, which is dangerous and may require your help. help,."

The four heads spoke in turn:

"This time..." "To..." "To deal with..." "Who..."

So straightforward... Klein sighed, smiled and said:
"The King's Speech in two days' time."

"I suspect that this may be his ritual of becoming a god, so I will try to destroy George III's plot next, and I may need your help at a critical moment."

Reinette Tinekerr's four blond-haired and red-eyed heads immediately replied:

"This..." "Sounds..." "Very..." "Dangerous..."

"To..." "A lot..." "Remuneration..."

"I don't know what you need?" Klein had already guessed that this kind of thing is definitely not something that gold pounds can solve.

Reinette Tinekerr thought for a few seconds, and the head that hadn't spoken in the second round just now said slowly: "The spell..."

… Klein squeezed out a smile and said:
"The 'yesterday reappear' charm that was sent with the letter before?"

The principle of this kind of spell is that "ancient scholars" get power from history, use spells to get power from their past self, catch Origin Castle, and be able to restore the angel to the best moment in the past... Hey, yes, I can still use This kind of spell is going to tempt Will and Pallez Zarathustra, give a few more, and let them have more self-protection ability.Whether Will wants to come or not, I have to ask...

"no problem."

He nodded and agreed:
"But I also need to save my strength for this matter, and I may not be able to give you much."

This is because he hasn't separated the "Insect of Spirit" very much recently. He has just been promoted and has enough spirituality to allocate a lot of reserves. , He still needs to accumulate strength and prepare for action.

"To..." "Three..."

Three, Klein's forehead twitched, recalling the pain of tearing his soul when he killed the spirit insect, he forced a smile and said:
"it is good."

"I'll fight, um, and hand it over to you tomorrow."

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads shook up and down with the help of the pulled hair, indicating that there was no problem.

Klein immediately wrote a text message to Leonard and Pallez Zoroaster, and picked up another gold coin:
"Put it in the mailbox at Zouterandstrasse 17, Tingen."

He did some divination before, and found that Leonard had left Backlund at some point, and returned to Tingen to become a Extraordinary team leader, and lived on the street where the newly-built "Blackthorn Security Company" was located. superior.

Leonard didn't even tell me... Klein had the urge to sigh. They still trust each other and care about each other, but there is already a secret existence between the favored one of "The Fool" and the official Extraordinary of the Church of Evernight. A deep ravine.

Reinette Tinekerr shook her head, biting the letter and the gold coin with her teeth.

Watching the messenger lady step into the void, after leaving here, he unfolded the paper and quickly scanned Triss's letter.

Provided information about the "White Maiden" Katerina, implying that I can cooperate to deal with it and reduce the opponent's combat power before the destruction begins? ...Isn't this exactly what I want to do... Klein's eyes flickered a few times, and he immediately found a black thing like paste.

Immediately afterwards, he changed into Gehrman Sparrow, and evenly smeared the mass onto a small mirror in the room.

But he waited patiently for nearly 10 minutes, until the paste-like black matter evaporated out of thin air, without any residue, and Klein was unable to contact the witch Triss.

Sure enough, Triss, who was polluted by the "primordial witch" to a certain extent, recognized the level of Miss Messenger, and was frightened by the angel who delivered the message... In a short time, she might not be with Gehrman Sparrow. Contacted... Sigh, if I knew Miss Messenger is an angel in a special state, I would definitely not let him appear in front of Triss, or tell her that if a witch calls, you can send it with a person and a letter... Klein I sighed a few words silently, I can only say that this is really unlucky.

But the information has already been sent, Klein thought for a while, and began to arrange the ceremony, preparing to sacrifice the letter to the "War Angel".

……

"Your Excellency the Archon."

"Angel of Temperance."

Azik Eggers immediately identified the owner and location of the voice. He put down the pen in his hand, looked indifferently at the distant sky, and saw a figure slowly appearing there, with his feet stepping on the railing of the balcony.

Richard left the spirit world, landed lightly on the ground, and asked straight to the point:

"The god of death acquiesced in your going to the Northern Continent to stop the ceremony of King Loen?"

Hearing these words, Azik glanced subconsciously into the distance. In his vision, the looming black mist still enveloped the coastline of the Southern Continent.He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and reminded:
"Yes, don't mention this matter outside the Southern Continent."

"My Father God has given me the right to handle this matter."

"Then High Priest Hytel?"

"He will go with me too." Azik nodded slightly, as if reading Richard's doubts, he added, "It won't be long, God the Father will temporarily protect Balam and the Southern Continent instead of us."

"Oh, thank Him."

Richard made a gesture, and then asked: "Your Excellency, can you reveal a little bit, who is secretly gathering people to destroy the ceremony? I hope my actions can deal some blows to the Northern Continent and King Loen, instead of becoming some The game of great existence."

Azik's eyes drifted slightly, he cleared his throat randomly, and said seriously:
"This is a proposal from someone I trust."

"Appreciate further details?"

"He is also a favored person of a hidden existence, but please believe that his actions are purely out of his own sense of justice, not the instruction of the hidden existence."

Richard was a little dissatisfied with this answer: "Who knows if it was instigated? After all, there are countless ways in this world to make people have thoughts that don't belong to them, but I don't know anything about it. You and I can do it."

As if to demonstrate, Richard raised a hand to attract Azik's gaze, and then snapped his fingers lightly.

"excuse me."

This crisp sound was like a switch, and a large piece of crazy and chaotic memory and consciousness suddenly appeared in Azik's mind—like his own memory of participating in the sacrifice of living people, or like the madness of the Rose School of thought. The twist of the blood sacrifice.Azik's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, but before he could be affected, these consciousnesses were easily suppressed in a blink of an eye, and there was nothing in Azik's mind that he shouldn't have.

Azik was stunned for two seconds, and then took a deep breath, cleaning out all kinds of chaotic spirituality and self-awareness.

As an angel of the same camp, of course Richard couldn't really do anything to Azik. He crossed his arms and said in a chatty manner:
"I will definitely do my best, but don't worry about me exhausting myself and finishing what I have to do, and when it is over, someone suddenly pops up saying thank you for your efforts, my Lord's goal has been achieved, then I will be on the spot into a state of extreme manic indulgence."

In Azik's mind, Klein the "Fool" gave Klein an oracle, and he said to himself, no, absolutely not, definitely not, how could Klein instruct himself?But he had to maintain a serious attitude, and said meaningfully:
"That hidden existence doesn't bother to do this."

"Disdain..." Richard frowned, he knew such an existence, and trusted this statement a little more.

The consul of Balam, the son of Death God, secretly colluded with other hidden existences?Is this also the will of the god of death?A hidden ally?Richard thought of many things in an instant.

And Azik didn't speak any more, the less he said, the more he could help Klein maintain his sense of mystery.

After about half a minute, Richard asked, "Activity time?"

Azik shook a copy of the "Becklund Daily" sacrificed by his men.

"Less than sixty hours."

……

"Miss Zaratul, you have been staying in Backlund, have you found what you were looking for?"

In the depths of Sodlark Palace, above the shadow-covered throne, George III's voice came lazily, with a magical power that distorted people's hearts.

The secret puppet in the corner of the palace changed into the appearance of Zaratul. The old man with a hood covering his face and showing a big white beard let out two ambiguous chuckles, and laughed at himself:
"The old man is out of luck. When I was in Intis, my goal was Loen. After I arrived in Loen, my goal shifted to Intis."

"Perhaps the shelter of the creator is the greatest luck, the guidance of fate, I can't compare with it."

He kept his voice and posture very low, but George III on the throne still fell silent. The air pressure in the palace seemed to drop instantly. Zaratul closed his eyes and hid silently in the shadows.No daring to peek at the throne.

"Oh, sir, what do you mean by that?"

Spirituality draws overwhelming shadows, and a golden lamp is by the throne's hand, which seems to be a plaything that can't be put down.

The shadow slowly wrapped around like a sea, and Zaratul's location suddenly turned into an isolated island in the middle of the shadow.

"In any case, Qing is now my favored benefactor, even the god of thunder and the lord of truth. Do you think this favor is not as good as the true Creator?"

Zaratul was a little depressed. Fortunately, Secret Puppet didn’t feel out of breath. He just felt that his body became heavy, and the threads and limbs of his spiritual body seemed to be skewed in strange directions. He lowered his head and whispered said:
"Don't dare."

"It doesn't matter." The increasingly moody king smiled again, "Facts will prove that fate is on your side, because—"

The future Black Emperor chuckled a few times, rubbing his fingers against the "Magic Wishing Lamp" made of gold. He was confident that fate and victory were on his side, so he was so satisfied that he smiled without saying a word.

Sure enough, something is wrong, how could an ordinary plaything make the being who will become the "Dark Emperor" fall in love with it, and the "Dark Emperor" seems to be completely unaware that his love for this "sealed object" and "cultural relic" is a bit beyond reason... It is also true That's why the God of Thunder gave me an oracle alone, asking me to investigate and be vigilant about this sealed artifact... Zaratul's beard trembled twice, and he didn't dare to say what was in his heart.

The original George III was simply arrogant, but also more or less arrogant.

He was able to mediate with the three major churches in his country for so long, and he was also supported by the one in the "Twilight Hermit Society". He was only one step away from success. Of course, he had enough scheming and cruelty.

but now……

Zaratul couldn't explain that feeling clearly, but his spirituality told him that George III seemed to be affected by something, became moody, and became a little strange, and this might not be the distortion brought about by the "Dark Emperor" approach.

There is definitely something wrong with this "Magic Wishing Lamp" that has never been obtained by any organization!
"My minister retire."

He kept his composure, and spoke with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye. His posture and self-proclaiming made the king very satisfied.George III waved his hand casually, and Zaratul immediately withdrew his consciousness from the current secret puppet and transferred it to the other secret puppets in Backlund.

Following his departure, the Sodlark Palace returned to silence.

Occasionally, low laughter and voices could be heard in the depths of the dark palace, as if someone was talking to the air.

……

The next morning.

Klein got up on time, washed up, and prepared to start his day's schedule.

There is no noteworthy information in today's daily newspaper, it is nothing more than a warm-up for the upcoming event.

When Klein went out, he found that the street was obviously much more lively, and Backlund seemed to have entered a rather excited state.

The first is that there are more people, and the second is that the frequency of the country and the king in the chat has obviously increased. With the help of demigod hearing, Klein easily heard several eyeliners mixing in the crowd spreading the title "His Majesty the Emperor" .

Some are ordinary people, some are low-sequence Extraordinary, they should be members of MI[-] or Psychological Alchemists.

"The influence of the Black Emperor on the people? He hasn't become an emperor yet, but is he just a prince... Has he been able to mobilize the people's emotions through newspapers?" Klein couldn't help but slander, and felt vaguely uncomfortable, "It's through information dissemination Media? Newspapers, radio, magazines... He secretly claimed to be the emperor, and those who accept this claim may be influenced by him..."

Even his own servants showed varying degrees of fanaticism. Overall, the butler Walter was the calmest, probably because the third prince, who had been kind to him, became a political victim, and he consciously resisted political incitement.

Klein didn't say anything, and got into the carriage step by step. He was going to go to the charity organization to check the work during this time, and then prayed at St. Samuel's Church near noon, and then listened to Bishop Elektra's sermon. By the way, he invited The other party had lunch.

On the way, Klein glanced out the window in a strange way.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind lifted a corner of the veil of the carriage, and he looked through the glass of the carriage and saw the street.

He saw an unattractive old man with a white beard, wearing an old cloak, resting under the street lamp with a cane.

There were three or two crows on the street lamp, constantly scanning the surroundings.

But from a distance, the number of crows is far more than that, it can be said that there is one in almost every high place in this block!
Cold sweat almost exploded on Klein's back. He immediately withdrew his gaze, stared at the decorations inside the carriage in a daze, kept meditating, and excluded all the emotions just now.

Crows do not have white rings around their eyes.

Zaratul!
TBC
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Double success.

(End of this chapter)