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

Chapter 4

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"...You have fully mastered the fortune teller's potion?"

In the Nighthawks entertainment room, several people who were discussing the "Seer's Rules" summarized by Klein were silent for a moment because of these words.The Nighthawks all cast their eyes on the old "Secret Peer" who just opened the door.Hearing that Klein had submitted his application for promotion, Old Neil hurried over, wearing a black classical wizard robe, holding a felt hat of the same color in one hand, and a packed box in the other. He looked at Klein in surprise, and put him on I looked up and down several times.

"This must be a compliment to the goddess, and I also want to thank you for your teaching." Klein laughed dryly and said solemnly.

"You actually found inspiration from the motto of the "Secret Peeper" and the experience you had with Daly..." Old Neil looked at him several times, and after a while, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Young people are awesome.If it had been 20 years earlier, if it had been 20 years earlier, I would have..."

"Perhaps there is no difference, because the church does not have the formula of "Secret Peer" Sequence 8. Klein said in relief.

"Maybe there will be in the Holy Church... Maybe I can find it in the underground exchange, but I am also very glad that I have not been promoted, and I have lived healthy and sound for decades, I praise the goddess." The old secret-peeper was depressed for a few minutes, and then adjusted She smiled and raised the paper box in her hand, "This is a day worth celebrating. It just so happens that Salist baked a lot of biscuits and butter cakes, which are techniques I just learned from Mrs. Mary. You are lucky."

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

"Mrs. Celeste baked pastries?"

"Biscuit, what kind of biscuit? Is there any chocolate?"

"It's been a long time since I've had Mrs. Saliste's cooking!" Leonard cheered, and the usually quiet Miss Sika Toon looked expectantly. Even Frye, the indifferent body collector, sat upright. A few points.The silent rec room comes alive again.Old Neil opened the box with a smile, took out a piece of cake that was enough for everyone, arranged biscuits of various flavors, and then went to make coffee for everyone.

Leonard quickly took the first piece of milk cookie, put it in his mouth happily, but chewed it, but there was no taste or texture.

Leonard: ?

Leonard said loudly in his mind: Old man!Don't take my biscuits!

What's the noise, it's just a cookie.The old voice of the mysterious parasite sounded, you can't take it anymore, um, it tastes really good.

Leonard's face collapsed, he reluctantly swallowed the biscuit that looked like a puddle of mud in his mouth, and reached out to take it again.He carefully stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it tentatively. The rich milk flavor and crisp texture conquered his taste buds, and the cookie was still warm.Leonard felt extremely happy, and couldn't help echoing the parasite's words: Yes, Mrs. Saliste's craftsmanship is really good...she is also very kind-hearted, and always takes the initiative to give to Mrs. Mary in the workhouse help……

The parasite—the "thief" angel Pallez caught a word he was interested in, and asked with guidance: workhouse?
Yes, the workhouse, the one in Lower Tingen Street.Leonard had no doubts about him. Seeing Old Neil start distributing tea and coffee, he hurriedly raised his hand and asked for a cup. He heard that Mrs. Saliste was involved in an extraordinary incident and nearly died by accident. Fortunately, she received poverty relief. The head of the hospital at that time treated him, and it was not until the Nighthawks came to save him.Because of this, Mrs. Salister was always worried that Old Neil would be in danger. Fortunately, Old Neil had always remained at Sequence 9, and he didn't have much combat effectiveness. He was basically a safe civilian.

The one sponsored by the Ernst Charitable Foundation?Pallez is thoughtful, how much do you know about this foundation?
ah?Isn't this an old foundation established for more than 100 years?Leonard paused for a moment while chewing the butter cake, and became nervous, old man, is there something ulterior about it?

No, it's fine there, and I'm just asking.

Pallez denied it categorically, and stopped answering after saying this sentence, even though Leonard was aroused by him, he scratched his head in anxiety and did not speak.

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Early in the morning, I opened the letter from the editorial office. They expressed their satisfaction with the first draft of the play script in polite words, along with suggestions for revision and payment for the previous draft.I put these tens of pounds into my wallet, and it took me less than a second to understand the revision proposal. Except for occasional logical flaws, most of them are some details, and the words need more polishing.

This reminded me of some experiences that I don't really want to recall, such as being urged by that child to change my honorable name over and over again, until I changed my honorable name so that I could no longer see any demonic elements.

"Change it again, Lord, it's not good to preach."

"Do you have to add 'bloodthirsty' and 'disaster and carnage'? "

"Please stop using 'ruthless murderer' as a reference! "

"Lord, I think the first version is better..."

Physically and mentally exhausted. ...Especially at the end of the child, "I wish you to find the light and humanity in your heart as soon as possible". How can I have these things in my heart, and I have lost them all since I set foot on the Xinghai journey.The venom of human nature brings only betrayal and fear, being abandoned because of trust, perishing because of nostalgia, dying in the mud because of virtue, just like the imperfect sun, I think this sentence is like wishing me an early food Like poisoning.

In the end, I made some designs on the name, "The Monarch from the Deep Dark Land". The Dark Land does not refer to the abyss, but the starry sky.Thanks to the fact that the sequence name of the devil path is "the filthy king", even if I write the word "lord" here clearly, the Seven Gods will only think that I am acting in advance, rather than thinking of the peaceful "decay" outside the barrier. king".

And the phrase "the essence of withering" can be pointed directly at me.

After all, there is only me in the "withering" path, and the same goes for "decaying".

Someone reported to me that the Witch Sect sent an application for cooperation. They have a key member who is preparing for promotion and hope to have opportunities to cooperate in the future.The dark sage who received the opponent asked his allies, and the allies responded with ravings, so the dark sage had to roll on the ground for 10 minutes in the form of a meat ball with damaged internal organs and various broken limbs and eyeballs.However, his spirit is relatively tough. In other words, those who are not tough enough will not be able to survive in the Aurora Society for so long, let alone become a Sequence 4 saint.

It took him 2 minutes to put himself together, re-kneaded into a human being, and asked me in the eyes of the witch who hesitated to speak, and who hesitated to speak.

This is a privilege given to me by my allies, because of my status as a "remnant of the old days" and the prudence that has not made mistakes in 1000 years.I have the right to make decisions for him when his mind is not clear about matters big or small.

I replied to Kesma: It can be considered.Then the witch was sent away.

In the high sequence of "Shepherds" of the Aurora Society, there are a few people who are relatively fresh and refined. It seems that only half of their brains are broken, and the other half can be used for thinking. The dark saint Kesma is one of them.In all fairness, I'm just an angel of the devil path now, with a sect that looks like a drag bottle.The Aurora Society also has angels.In the eyes of the believers of the allies, I am obviously not qualified to be compared with their great Lord, and I am only worthy to be His subordinate. The angel of the word Steve is the representative of this faction.

So I'm glad there are still people in their right minds in this place who can call on their allies to do justice when Steve challenged me and nearly killed me.

However, it is very troublesome to maintain this sequence all the time. I have been pretending to be an angel for more than 300 years. Although it is reasonable as a "demon", after all, it is a way to write down murder and arson. The Seven Gods will not let me act.

My potion has also been digested. Although the second-to-first ceremony is not the most perfect, it has already reached the standard. I have been dormant for long enough. It is time to find a chance to "promote" to Sequence One. ...But Fabuti is still in the hands of the Mother Tree of Desire, with its only Sequence One characteristic and uniqueness, and the other Sequence One that the allies promised to help me find is still missing.

It is not feasible to switch to the "Prisoner" route. The "Bound God" is also at the Mother Tree of Desire. The sequence of robbing the "God" Sia is worse than eating my own ready-made inventory. After all, I have no real idea of ​​​​becoming a god. , not to mention becoming a righteous god or something, I am the old days myself.It's just that I intend to find an opportunity to tear open the seal to find the remaining half of my source quality, completely contain it, and gain the authority to turn everything into chaos.

But so far, I still haven't felt where the "sea of ​​flowers" is.

I set aside the voices of the prayers of the Aurora Congregation and my own believers, and selectively responded to a few, and the content of the prayers was relatively common.The typewriter on the desk worked by itself, and I began to revise the manuscript.

16
This time, the Tarot Club still started normally. After completing the transaction of the "Mind Reader" formula, and using his time to diligently study mystic knowledge and being praised by Miss "Justice", "The Fool" Klein turned his attention It reached the few pages of Roselle's diary in front of him.

On the yellow-brown parchment, the slightly distorted and clawed Chinese wrote:
"On August 8th, I saw the strength of the high-sequence powerhouses. It was terrifying. They have undergone a qualitative change in a certain aspect, and they have become like gods. No wonder they are called demigods and demigods..."

"On August 8, the strange attitude of the Seven Great Churches towards potions made me feel strange. ... There must be secrets hidden in it that I don't know."

"August 8th, the events of the past two days made me feel bad. The industrial revolution I started with my own hands, and the age of steam and machinery that I forged with my own hands, will become a hotbed for evil gods to descend?"

"Another thing happened today, which made me a little bit happier. My act of imitating the literature of the earth with great fanfare attracted a fellow, um, maybe a foreigner is more appropriate. He found me in a mysterious way, There is no doubt that he is a high-sequence powerhouse. If he didn't ask me when he came up, "Do you want me to ask Dumas for copyright fees?" I would have a better impression of him! Damn, he can't understand what I'm talking about at all, too It's embarrassing, I wish I could blow up a hole with props and bury myself on the spot."

Re-enacting, Klein almost laughed out loud, it seems that Emperor Roselle is a bit ashamed of copying the text!You can imagine how embarrassing the scene was.Unexpectedly, there are other traversers in this world, and I don't know if I have a chance to meet them.Although according to Roselle's statement, the other party is not from the same country, Klein still had some vague expectations. His brows slightly stretched, and his fingers gently tapped the edge of the long bronze table, attracting everyone. attention.

High-sequence powerhouses can live for a long time, but Emperor Roselle has died. Is this traverser really still alive?
Thinking of this, Klein's mood became a little depressed again, and then the description of "the hotbed where the evil gods descended" caught his attention, but after thinking for a while to no avail, he gave up his intention to investigate further and stopped tapping With the movement of the long bronze table, he said to the "Hanged Man", "Sun", and "Justice" in front of him, "You can communicate on your own."

"The Hanged Man" Alger immediately said:

"Mr. Fool, Ms. Justice, I just got a piece of information that Chillingus sneaked into Backlund during the hurricane to complete a task, and he will stay there for a long time... "

TBC
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*It turns out that the starting point will notify the number of readers?I was taken aback, so I posted it and tried it out, and someone actually watched it, thank you!

*Do you think I will think about how to save old Neil? No, I will do the opposite. In this world, Mrs. Saliste is not dead at all. They have lived happily for more than 30 years.

(End of this chapter)