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

Chapter 401 Coincidence
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The carriage slowly moved forward on the not-so-spacious road. Klein calmed down over and over again, and finally let out a long breath.

Zaratul didn't catch up, and his driver wasn't marionetted either.

I don't know why Zaratul suddenly gave up on chasing him, but Klein wiped off his cold sweat and was finally convinced that he escaped.

Even if it is not in the fog of history, Zaratul should have overwhelming power to turn me into his secret puppet before calling for help. What is the reason for him to give up?Well, but I will not sit still... The moment I leave the fog of history, I am ready to "invalidate". Zaratul's secret puppet transformation will definitely fail once. With this time of failure, I can find a way Summon the "Angel of War" and make this matter a big deal. At that time, as the favored person of the Creator, I will turn this matter into a dispute between the two countries... Forget it, forget it.

Klein shook his head.

In order to save his own life, it was not his character to involve the people of Ruen and Intis in disputes.

He let go of his palm, his talisman had already appeared a large area of ​​dimness and rust, and it could be used again.

"It's really thrilling... But I still survived, is this a miracle? No, my contribution here is only self-protection, and the historical projections are helping me. If this is a miracle, ancient scholars Everyone can be successfully promoted to Miracle Master..."

Klein carefully put away the talisman.

The True Creator gave him two in total, and Zaratul used one and a half for each face-to-face meeting.But heartbroken, this one and a half spells saved his life, and Klein didn't feel a pity at all.

"Having said that, ever since the Lord of Storms became the God of Thunder, the war between Loen and the Feysac Empire on the border has ended quietly. I saw a newspaper the day before yesterday saying that Feysac's army had already retreated back to itself. On the national border, the war between Loen and Feysac ended before it completely detonated? Thanks to their emperor and the Pope mobilizing with such fanfare..."

"What should I do now? Zaratul will definitely not attack me just once. I have to be as alone as possible during this time. I will leave Backlund after George III's ceremony is over, and then I will summon the historical projection at any time." Prepare for self-preservation."

While thinking, meditating, he slowly relaxed.

After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped.

"Sir," said the coachman, "we are at church."

"it is good."

Klein glanced at the time, first let the secret puppet get out of the car to open the door for him, and then let the secret puppet help him get out of the car.

After getting off the car, Klein entered St. Samuel's Cathedral with ease. As usual, he dropped 20 pounds in cash in the dedication box, and then walked into the room that he had made an appointment with Bishop Elektra. After entering the door, he found that the bishop was already in the There waited.

After exchanging pleasantries, Klein sat down and listened to the other party recite the story in "Apocalypse of the Night" in a low and magnetic voice.

The morning time flies by.

……

Dinner time.

Edward sat cross-legged on the square of the City of Silver, admiring the people around the fire singing and dancing impromptu martial arts, while grilling.He held three skewers of beef-flavored mushrooms in his hand, smeared with hot sauce for a while, sprinkled some cumin for a while, and roasted them steaming on the fire.

"Really delicious."

"It would be better if it was seasoned, cut into slices, or made into soup, or fried, but unfortunately there are no conditions here."

He commented regretfully.

People around turned their heads with puzzled eyes from time to time, wondering where this unreasonable fragrance came from.

Edward took a mushroom from the stick, blew it twice, and stuffed it into his mouth. He had thought up some suggestions for improving Frank’s graduation project. First, he had to understand the concept of mushrooms and meat, or beef Flavored mushrooms, or mushrooms with a texture of beef, now this kind of mushrooms that only taste like beef can only deceive poor humans who have never eaten normal food in the land abandoned by gods... but they are indeed delicious.

He randomly pulled out a medium-sized mushroom and stuffed it to Uno who was staring at the flames with his knees in a daze:
"one comes?"

Uno's blue eyes turned to the mushroom, then turned back, and continued to stare blankly at the fire.

Edward was still holding the mushroom: "I'd like to ask you a little question - who was the first person in the City of Silver to have contact with the Fool? Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. After all, everyone in the Land Abandoned by God is the Creator's chosen people. "

Uno looked at Edward and shook his head.

"Don't be so stupid, I can tell if you don't tell me." Edward stuffed the beef and mushrooms into his mouth and chewed, turned the iron pick on the fire with one hand, and pointed in the direction of the crowd with the other. "Is it him? He's not that old, his sequence isn't low, and he's very prestigious."

"The most important thing is that he is the only 'sun' in Silver City."

Derrick Berg, who was pointed out by him, was chatting and laughing with his companions, humming a temporarily adapted song in praise of the fool with everyone, and trying his best to refuse to compete with the warrior friend of the same sequence.Because he didn't choose to become a "warrior", Derrick was much shorter than the others, and if he was not careful, he would be buried in the crowd by the people of the City of Silver and disappear.

Uno also looked at Derrick, but didn't speak.

"I have investigated the Land Abandoned by God for a long time, and I came to the conclusion that the 'Sun' path is very difficult to survive in the Land Abandoned by God. First of all, the first few sequences of this path have no combat effectiveness, and I want to support a 'Sun' 'A useful Extraordinary in the way, and he has to have enough opportunities to play, then there must be a strong Extraordinary team that can always ensure his survival."

Edward looked at Derrick:
"He doesn't have that strong bond. Instead..."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Chief Colin Iliad who stood silently eating roasted mushrooms:

"His main connection is with this demigod, that is to say, his safety is mainly guaranteed by this demigod."

"And the chief should not be a nanny, right? So he must have something special about himself."

The demon and the strongest demon hunter in the city were close at hand, but one showed no threat, and the other had no malicious perception. Not only did they live in peace, they even grabbed mushrooms in the same basket to roast in harmony.

"The first need of the people in the Land Abandoned by the Gods is survival. Eating monster meat will accumulate toxins, and the 'sun' can alleviate it, but it will take decades and generations to slowly accumulate. Before that It is more important to kill monsters and bring back food." Edward shrugged, "The matter of combat power has not been resolved, so what are you going to think about assisting? In terms of treatment and psychological comfort, cultivators and spectators are more useful."

"I find it quite interesting. Back then, the real creator used the 'sun' to save mankind, but now the 'sun' that saves the City of Silver comes from another person. The two of them should be mortal enemies, but now they get along very well..."

Edward rambled on for a while, but Uno never answered. During this period, his mother looked for the child in the crowd twice, but every time she came to them, she would immediately enter a loop state and go back the same way.

"Why are you still here?"

Ouroreus finally spoke: "You can go out, the storm can't stop you, if you stay here, the chaotic disaster will stop."

"I'll answer your question for free."

Edward moved towards Ouroreus, stretched out his index finger and hooked in the air, drawing a thin transparent line.

"See this line? Guess whose it is, forget it, I'll tell you straight up, it's the fate of George Augustus."

The lamp god was about to occupy the fate of George III, so Edward naturally used this name to refer to the man who was about to become a god.

Ouroreus squinted his eyes at the thread. He could see that it was an authority related to fate, but he couldn't quite understand it.

"Fate shows that he will be in bad luck."

Edward heheed twice: "Who else can make him suffer immediately except the current storm? Go out to fight the storm now, and when the storm hits George III, I won't be beaten when I go out, so I might as well wait two more sky."

"It happened to be able to see Him being beaten when I went out, what a beautiful thing it is!"

Ouroreus was silent for a while: "When I can still see his fate, he has no intersection with you. The Lord of Storms has no reason to do anything to the king of his believer country. You really intervened in it."

"Don't you expect it? It's a traitorous country, a traitorous city-state, and there must be a huge disaster brewing inside." Edward rested his chin to see Ouroreus's expression, "I thought you would be like Medici At least take pleasure in your misfortune."

Ouroreus didn't answer, just quietly watching the bonfire in the distance.

……

"The turning point...the fatal loophole...fate has favored him, where is my turning point..."

Zaratul walked aimlessly on the street, crossing one street after another, and the crows above gathered together in twos and threes.

These monitor birds do not call, just look around aimlessly like their owners.

It is now the afternoon of October 10rd, and there are less than 3 hours before the speech tomorrow morning, and Zaratul has not yet found out where the "fatal loophole" appears-or in other words, the fatal loophole must be The "Magic Lamp of Wishing", but he couldn't get it, and he couldn't understand it, and he didn't even dare to ask George III to sacrifice the magic lamp to the God of Thunder.

After being hit by the owner of Origin Castle yesterday, Zaratul stayed in Queens for a long time. He didn't want to watch George III talking to himself in front of the "Magic Wishing Lamp", and he didn't want to pray to the God of Thunder to report the situation.

He wandered around Queens until dawn, and then was driven away by a few police officers on the grounds of affecting the appearance of the city. In this way, a few more secret puppets were added.

"Why can he be recognized by Origin Castle? Whether it is Zoroaster, my elders, the half-fool, the angel of time, and even that Mister 'Gate', they have nothing to do with this matter, and they can't find it. Not to mention controlling...why can he?"

Zaratul racked his brains to think about where this favored one of the Creator came from, but he couldn't figure it out, not even the specific identity of this person, his name.If it wasn't for the absence of visionaries, He simply suspected that this person was a fantasy creation.

He reached out his hand to feel in his bosom, and took out a silver medal with strange patterns painted on it.

The silver medal was slightly oxidized to black, and the complicated and mysterious patterns on it revealed an ancient and palpitating atmosphere.

When he got the silver medal from Roselle, Zaratul almost smiled. He saw the gray mist through the silver medal and felt the aura of the source quality from above the spirit world.This made him complacent at the beginning, thinking that fate had finally favored him.

You know, even Duke Antigonus, who risked becoming a half-fool back then, didn't attract that thing to appear.

Now it seems that there is a difference between genius and good luck.

This reminded Zaratul of a joke told by Russell Gustav. This friend who has been resurrected from the dead can always say and write messy things. The past era seems to be as exciting as the present one. World——The joke happened a long time ago. After Roselle became a "generalist", he read a lot of books crazily, and occasionally talked to him about other topics to gain some knowledge.

I miss Roselle at that time very much, and still have basic respect for Him.

"The current popular literature in Trier is too outdated. What kind of love songs are still being made about knights and nobles? In the real world, they can roll on the bed as soon as they meet. Why do they need to sing so sourly?"

Roselle pouted while turning the pages of the book: "I'll do what I do, I'll give them a little refreshing shock."

"Shuangwen?"

"Hey, say you don't understand now, and you'll know when I write it out."

Then Roselle wrote "The Return of the Earl" with a single stroke of a pen.

If Zaratul remembered correctly, it was this book that attracted Edward Vaughan, and they had an incomprehensible common topic.

This allowed Zaratul to have a preliminary guess about "another era", and it also made him realize that the resurrected Russell Gustav is definitely not the original one, but this is not important, no matter this Rose Whoever is stuffed in El Gustav's body, as long as he can help him get Antigonus' notes and bring good changes to his fate, Zaratul will take the initiative to contact him.

This book can be regarded as Trier's pinnacle work at that time, and it is also the originator of many "Shuangwen" in later generations. It also let Zaratul know that Shuangwen is such a thing-the protagonist will encounter danger many times, but always Survive the worst and get the best.

In other words, because it is the protagonist, everyone knows that he will not die.

So all the depression, loss, betrayal and casualties in the plot are for the upcoming "coolness" that breaks through the shackles.In a sense, this kind of literary creation also contains people's guesses about fate, but Zaratul thinks that this is probably just a survivor's deviation, and this deviation is taken out and magnified, and artistic creation becomes a place for readers to substitute into. And release the repressed "shuangwen" in life.

With that said, Stella Zaratul is a cool hero herself.

He became a demigod at a young age, and was promoted smoothly. An angel survived the siege at the end of the Fourth Epoch, his family was ruined, his family was ruined, and he suffered a great hatred. He happened to meet Russell Gustav who could help him digest the potion and complete the ceremony. In addition to being able to contact the silver medal of Origin Castle, what is it but the protagonist?
However, the current Zaratul feels that the real protagonist of the "Seer" pathway seems to have just appeared.

"Transfer..."

Zaratul was walking, and suddenly, under the guidance of spiritual perception, he turned slightly to the side, and was hit by a person who hurried past.

Zaratul threw away his crutches and fell to the ground with a few ouches.

Probably because He is so convincing now as a widowed old man, the girl who bumped into Him was taken aback, squatted down quickly, put aside the materials and documents she was holding, and reached out to touch the old angel:
"Sorry, sorry old man, I ran too fast, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital right now..."

"Hey! The old bones are about to fall apart."

Zaratul howled a few times proficiently in acting, opened his eyes, and happened to see a feather-shaped amulet on the girl's body, which also exuded a spiritual brilliance that cannot be underestimated. It was obviously a talisman with real protective power.

Zaratul rolled his eyeballs, sat up with difficulty, and said in a voice that seemed to die on the spot in a second:

"It's okay, little girl...cough cough cough cough, I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital, I don't have money..."

"Help me up...don't worry about me extorting you, I don't have any family or friends, and it won't take a few days to extort money."

After he said this, the girl who knocked him down was even more embarrassed.She calmed down, quickly helped him up slowly, sent him to sit on a bench by the roadside, and asked with concern:

"Then, do you need something to eat? My house is near here, can you wait here for a while? I'll get you some medicine and food."

"Ahem, cough, okay, thank you, thank you."

Zarath said breathlessly that he would carry out Pengci to the end.Seeing the young girl pack up her documents just now, turn around and go away, Zaratul suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The girl froze for a moment: "Old man, don't worry, I won't run away."

"I'm a fortune-teller, and I can tell that you have something to worry about." Zaratul took out his cards and pendulum from his sleeve, and said tentatively, "Do you have two older brothers in your family? I have just been admitted to university, and my brothers' careers are also on the rise... Well, you are worrying about your studies now, maybe you need a divination to guide your future direction, of course, it is free."

The girl was taken aback again, she didn't quite believe it at first, but she came up after hearing the word "Free" and sat down on the other side of the bench:
"There are some things at school, but they are far from troublesome. I come from the direction of the university, and you can easily guess that I am a college student... Besides, you guessed wrong about one thing, I only have one brother."

Zaratul frowned slightly, waiting for the next sentence.

The girl was very calm: "I originally had two older brothers, but one of them passed away a year ago due to work."

"I'm sorry, it's so sad..." Zaratul whispered.

He looked at the girl again, quietly divination in his sleeve, and the answer he got was clearly that her two older brothers were still alive.

This is a bit strange, but it's not too strange. In many dangerous occupations, people will use various excuses to escape, but Zaratul doesn't think this girl's family is normal. His spirituality tells him that this may be A turnaround.

If the rotation is good, the tower is upright, but if the rotation is not good, the tower is reversed.

Anyway, there are tall towers anyway, Zaratul looked away, and asked again: "What is your name?"

"My name is Melissa." The girl hesitated and said, seeing that the old man didn't look like a villain, "Melissa Moretti."

Melissa Moretti... Zaratul shuffled the cards in his sleeve again. Suddenly, his hand trembled, and a card slipped out of his hand.

"Fools"!
TBC
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Zaratul: Damn it?

(End of this chapter)