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

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"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

In the dark world echoing with crows, the sights of the corpses hanging in the black steeple church all locked on Klein who appeared.

At the same time, there was a sound of slow footsteps in the depths of the church, as if an elderly person was slowly walking from the church.

Klein could figure out who the approaching person was without using his brain. He snapped his fingers quickly while maintaining the special state of the "spiritual body thread".

Snapped!
A group of blazing flames gushed out from his wallet, this flame was the group blessing of "War Red", covering him in an instant.But the white flame flickered a few times in the black church and then quickly extinguished, while Klein remained where he was, unable to jump out.

"War Angel" is too far away from me!Only relying on this mystical connection, it is impossible for me to jump outside. If He is nearby, or there are members of "War Red" nearby, I should be able to rely on this flame jump to move a little farther away... …

Without showing any frustration, he immediately activated "Squirming Hunger" and tried to "Teleport".

Klein's body suddenly became transparent and resurfaced, unable to take a step away.

His starting point and ending point seem to be strangely connected together.

"grafting"? The "grafting" of the "thief" approach?Or is it the high-sequence extraordinary ability of the Seer path?Klein's thoughts were spinning. He knew that he would never escape in front of Zaratul without some blood, so without hesitation, he immediately reached out and grabbed the reusable one in his inner pocket. spell.

The charm is exuding warm power, making Klein feel calmer.

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps in the deepest place had come to the front less than ten meters away from Klein, and a beam of light came from nowhere, illuminating the interior of the black steeple church a little, and Zaratul's figure appeared It was displayed in front of Klein's eyes like this.

This ancient angel of Sequence [-] that Klein has always feared and guarded against is old and mysterious. The classical black robe he wears is unattractive, but it seems to be embroidered with star maps as dark lines. His gray beard seems to have been groomed, following his movements. And breath shakes slightly.

Klein judged others by himself, and felt that the Zaratul in front of him must also be a historical projection.

For him, whether it is the historical projection or the person himself, it is enough for him to die twice. Klein was just about to use a spell to capture someone's historical projection for help, when he suddenly saw Zaratul raised a hand and made a " Pause" action.

Zaratul's beard trembled, and there was a smile in his voice:

"Speak with me, old man, young man."

"Don't you want to? At that time in the small town on the top of the mountain, you not only talked to me a lot, but also played several hands with the old man."

Of course, Klein would not believe Zaratul's nonsense. He pretended to use the power of the spell to grab the historical projection in the air, but he was actually ready to ignite the thousand paper cranes that Will gave him. Let good luck come first, and then try to grab Medici's Historical Projection!
Zaratul didn't care about Klein's vigilance and distrust. He smiled slightly and waved his raised hand in the air.

In an instant, the black-spired church changed into a spacious and bright apartment.There were soft cushions and blankets on the wooden seats, and the stew pot in the kitchen emitted a wafting aroma, but Zaratul and Klein suddenly changed their positions, and the two of them sat face to face at the dining table, with Put the warm tea that has been poured.

Klein realized that he was already sitting on the chair, and immediately struggled as if he had been scalded. Zaratul sat down happily, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture:

"You can make your own tea."

"..."

Klein didn't answer or take any action, and scanned the new surroundings vigilantly.

He didn't think that the things Zaratul presented to him were without purpose, he frowned, and carefully looked at the details of the apartment he was in - there were new-style gas lamps in this apartment, and there were hard leather bookshelves on the bookshelves. Books, these are not things from history.

Moreover, the furnishings and ornaments are quite tasteful, and they are selected popular styles, at least the products of the past 20 years.

The interior of the house is likely to be modeled on a house that exists in reality, but it is unlikely to be Zaratul's residence, because there are various small objects needed for living in it, such as sewing kits, seasoning bottles, full of life breath.

The location where Zaratul appeared was in the dining room. There was food for two people on the table in the dining area, and the tableware was also for two people.

The living room in the distance has a floor-to-ceiling window with good lighting, and the golden sunlight falls on the bookshelf next to the sofa.

Two bedrooms, no servant's room, no obvious characteristics of the occupants, the occupants should be two people, and if people in this salary class do not hire servants, it means that they have a place to solve their daily meals, such as a cafeteria...

Although it is not big, such a well-furnished house with not cheap furniture, according to Klein's living experience in Backlund, at least a family with a weekly salary of more than 4 pounds can live in it.

Klein suddenly saw something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He suddenly knew where it was, and became furious.

There is a copy of "Mechanical Fundamentals: Introductory Theory" on the bookshelf!
This was the school textbook he bought for his younger sister Melissa with his salary as a Nighthawk when he was still in Tingen! !

Benson's salary can only barely cover their three meals a day, and he can't afford Melissa's tuition at all.In order for his younger sister Melissa to have the opportunity to enter school and be admitted to Backlund University, he bought books that are expensive in this era!

The back of his hand clutching the spell on his chest suddenly had bruises, his temples were throbbing and throbbing, and he was almost unable to calm down, and questioned the old man in front of him!
If Zaratul hadn't seen Melissa with his own eyes, how could this scene and this book be presented?

"Calm down, young man, I haven't done anything yet, I just met that young lady under the guidance of fate."

Zaratul poured himself a cup of tea, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeated the air.He held the teacup in his palm, looking like he wanted to take a sip, although from Klein's perspective it was almost impossible to find the position of his mouth from his thick beard.

"...You are trying to plot Origin Castle, this is a matter between us."

Klein's eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his mind was more chaotic than ever. For a while, the smiling faces of Benson and Melissa appeared, and for a while, it was the home he couldn't go back to. "Tickets, I was so upset, but I insisted on maintaining my sanity:

"If I lose to you, I will only think that I am not good at skills and bad luck... I admit that it is indeed the fastest way for you to threaten me with them and ask me to hand over Origin Castle, and I have no choice .”

After finishing speaking, Klein completely relaxed and leaned directly on the soft cushion of the seat, waiting for the other party's answer.

When he realized that this was Benson and Melissa's new home in Backlund, Klein lost his fighting spirit in an instant.He knew that he had to hold on to Origin Castle tightly to get what he wanted, but if the price of getting those things was to lose his loved ones——

——Then he has a great chance to choose to give up.

……

Town Square in Hillston District.

"It's almost there... Heh, I'm still dying, and it's only a few tens of seconds to delay death. Human beings have a really strong desire to survive."

George III was still fighting him for control over potions and rituals.

His mood became slightly unhappy, and the delayed time might bring about new changes.So he turned his head and picked up the wishing magic lamp from the high platform at hand to fulfill the wishes of the people.

The desire of the people is to "return to the original", and the miracle master can accumulate these desires and use them on himself.

At this moment, thunder suddenly exploded in the sky!

At this time, the sound of musical instruments sounded like thunder, and someone was playing music praising the Lord of Storms. The distant organ music was swept by the wind from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral, and exploded in the hearts of everyone who participated in the speech. , spreading great fear!
Everyone shuddered collectively at this moment, fear involuntarily grew, and forcibly broke away from the state of devout prayer!
Even he himself subconsciously paused for a second. The unfinished "Dark Emperor" has the spirit of the old days, but his container is incomplete, and he will be intimidated by the tyrants on earth with fear!
In the gap of this second, Pope Gad II appeared beside him at the speed of lightning, and took away the magic lamp in his hand!

The pope held a scepter in one hand and a wishing lamp made of gold in the other, looking majestically at the phantom in front of him.

He wears a triple crown inlaid with gemstones such as sapphires and emeralds, and wears a dark blue and near-black robe, on which patterns symbolizing lightning, storms, and oceans are embroidered with gold and silver two-color silk thread. come!

"Restore!" Gad II held up the wishing lamp in his hand!

A silver-white lightning tore through the sky, as if the thunder was repeating this sentence!

How could a god descend to take away my chance to realize my wish?He suddenly had this idea.

Now that it has been discovered, the next step must be to use the wishes of tens of thousands of people to "restore this phantom to its original state", and the gods will intervene to forcibly terminate this ritual of becoming a god—oh, how could it be possible for you to succeed like this!All it takes is a powerful aggregation, and the uniqueness of my "Judger" will impact the underground sealing room of the Church of God of War, and I will immediately distort the seals of all sealed items, either to control the sealed items or to die, and you will be exhausted. Die——He was prepared with confidence in the blink of an eye, but suddenly noticed one thing:

Gad II didn't even light the wick.

The moment he thought of this, a huge lightning bolt as thick as ten people hugged fell straight down from the sky, hitting him with precision and the will to tear everything apart!
Immediately afterwards, brass-colored eyes appeared everywhere, and layers of pages formed a barrier, isolating the communication between the spirit world and the astral world.

With the thunder as the center, countless lightning bolts danced to form a cage, intending to seal the shattered phantom in it!

The people in the audience stared at the stage blankly, their eyes lost.

With the tacit cooperation of the Pope of the Church of Evernight, the moment Gad II transferred, he had already woven a huge dream covering the entire Backlund, transferring everyone's consciousness into the dream world.

In that world, the speeches are still going on, and Queens is being restored at a rapid pace.

Suddenly, the Pope in the night widened his eyes.

The difference between the dream and reality that He constructed to protect the people was suddenly distorted, the speech in the dream was suddenly interrupted, and the figure of George Augustus was no longer under His control.The pope immediately erased George III in his dream, but his extraordinary ability suddenly lost control for a moment, and he began to complete the black emperor ceremony in his dream!

Then, His body was wiped away like an eraser.

He is hidden.The dream also came to an abrupt end.

With the help of the God of Thunder, the twisted dream was forcibly interrupted, and over the nine mausoleums, dark clouds began to gather at the same time.

The people who didn't know what happened were still looking around in confusion and panic. Then, seeing that there was no one on the high platform, but a huge pothole appeared on the marble platform, the people screamed:
"His Majesty the Emperor has been assassinated!"

With this sentence as the fuse, the crowd suddenly boiled like boiling water, and they walked around in a panic without their backbone.The Extraordinary members of the church rushed forward quickly, using various extraordinary abilities to calm their emotions and maintain law and order.

The chairman of the Psychological Alchemists also bit the bullet and joined the ranks of maintaining law and order.

In the crowd, the eyeliner of "Medici" lowered his hat, quietly retreated from the crowd, and left the chaotic square.

"It's really meaningless to make it so that you die and live."

In a mausoleum, a lawyer turned his head and looked at the dark sky above, speaking in a frivolous tone, without seeming anxious at all:
"Once my godhood ceremony begins, I can't stop it. This is what I said, so you can't stop me now, at most it will delay my return to the god position. This will make you lose your subjects, your believers , your anchor, but can't kill me, ha."

In Backlund, an arbitrator from MI[-] shrugged:

"I'm already out."

"I am the best lawyer and the best law maker. I only act in accordance with interests, and I may not necessarily become your enemy."

The next moment, lightning fell from the sky, almost without disturbing other people, shocking the two talking Extraordinary people to the point of foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground and shaking, frightening the surrounding people and animals.

Some plants scorched by lightning turned into ashes, and a line of words fell beside them:

"Shut up, Outer God."

……

"Medic is looking for you? It seems that the outside has started."

Edward, who was reading in the library of the City of Silver, raised his head, closed the creation myth of the City of Silver in his hand, and pushed it in front of Ouroreus: "Then I should go too, chatting with you is boring, you are more real Creator is much more boring."

After speaking, he stood up and suddenly sneezed.

……

Zaratul nodded and took a sip of tea.

"Didn't you go into a rage on the spot, and then break through the limit and fly automatically, or think of some ancient ritual magic to counterattack, or directly summon the gods to kill me? You should have a way to directly contact the Creator, you are His most An important follower."

Klein froze for a moment, not realizing that this was what Zaratul was joking about.Coupled with the fact that the true Creator specifically asked him not to recite His honorable name and prayers, Klein only thought that the other party was playing with how many cards he still had in his hand.

So he shook his head directly:
"You have discovered Benson and Melissa. I don't believe that there are no secret puppets lurking around you. You only need an instant to turn them into your secret puppets. No matter what I do, it will be too late."

He even gradually let go of the hand holding the spell drawn from his chest, as if he had completely lost his fighting spirit in front of Zaratul.

Although he pretended to give up thinking and let others bully him, Klein's spirit didn't relax in the slightest.

Zaratul didn't take Klein's appearance to heart either, he didn't think the protagonist would just be cornered like this.

"Aren't you afraid that I will turn you and your brothers and sisters into secret puppets after I get Origin Castle?"

Zaratul found Klein's answer very interesting, unlike the protagonists of those stories in his memory: "You should be clear that you who own Sefirah Castle are deterrent to me. Once Sefirah Castle is in my hands, You can't guarantee your life. You should not choose your life on the mercy of the strong."

He pointed to his own head: "Before you threw a bullet here. In this world, if you value something more, you will have an extra weakness. In fact, you can also threaten me like this, but I don't have any family."

Klein took a deep breath. He grabbed the historical projection and pulled out his citrine pendulum.

Then he poured a pot of hot tea, lowered his head, and dipped his finger in the tea to write a line on the tablecloth.

Zaratul watched his actions and said curiously:

"You have changed from the historical projection state back to the entity, what do you want to divination?"

"Origin Castle has given me a powerful divination ability. I want to divination the lifespan of my brother and sister." Klein lowered his head and said calmly without looking at the fortune-teller opposite, "I will use this divination to know Your real intention, if you want to stop me, now is the time."

The movement of Zaratul to bring the teacup to his mouth paused.He thinks that the grievances between himself and Klein are only the Extraordinary characteristic of Origin Castle and Sequence, not blood feud, and the big deal is the time when he was killed in the small town on the top of the mountain-but that time Zaratul felt It has nothing to do with him, because he doesn't know what the correct exit sign is, and the sign he gave can only connect the inside and the outside for a while. He is also curious about how Klein opened the door with the real key—— Taking a sip of light scented tea, he looked at Klein curiously:
"Are you really willing to give up Origin Castle just like this?"

Klein finished writing the sentence in his hand, and wrote "60", "70", "80", "90" and other words below. The topaz pendulum hung straight in the air, and whispered: "Of course I I'm not reconciled, but I also don't have the ability to escape from your hands again."

"I need Origin Castle to gain the power to protect others, but if the person I want to protect has to exchange Origin Castle, I will give up."

Zaratul nodded slightly with feeling, and fell silent for a while.

"I——I didn't want to protect anything." The old man said calmly, "I started to miss the past when I got old, but I have nothing to remember. I have nothing. Eaten by me, there is no other way but to go up."

"Haven't you tried to connect with other people?"

Klein chatted and said: "I have seen a high-ranking person who has an invincible enemy, but he didn't go to extremes or hate the world because of it. He would still talk to kind-hearted younger generations and guide them to go further. "

Zaratul's beard began to tremble again: "Then he must be weak to be trapped by these emotions."

"Young man, you were not born in the Fourth Epoch, otherwise you would know that the expression of human emotion is the embodiment of weakness. Just like you, you already have Sequence 3, but there are still many things you can't let go of, your enemy You can easily lose everything."

Klein asked back:
"But if I give up everything, give up what I value, what I love, and move forward only for power, then am I still me?"

"But that's a sign of strength and growth."

Once again, Zaratul felt that the person in front of him was really naive.

"So, you should abandon everything and just move forward for strength?"

"Obtaining power itself is a sacrifice. When you throw your things on the altar, you can only reap as much as you pay. It is reasonable to know that there is no harvest without labor. How can you not understand when you drink potions?"

The citrine pendulum was spinning on several numbers, Klein lowered his head, and his tone became a little strange:
"To become a true god is to face spiritual erosion, gradually becoming less like yourself, and it is impossible for the anchor to completely improve the state... Don't you have nothing that you don't want to forget at all, even if you die slowly like that, don't you feel it's a pity?"

"Young man, you still don't understand anything." Zaratul smiled. "If I don't ascend, someone else will come and kill me. Don't trust your life to the kindness of others."

Seeing the yellow crystal spirit pendulum stop at a certain number, Klein heaved a sigh of relief, and his body movements relaxed slightly:
"I now believe that you have no intention of killing Benson and Melissa, you just want to get Origin Castle, so be it."

Zaratul nodded:
"Tell me your method of controlling Origin Castle, don't lie to me, or I can only turn you into a Secret Puppet."

Klein lowered his head and wiped his fingers: "I can tell the difference."

"The first sentence is, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun—"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... What Zaratul heard was the term spoken in the ancient Hermes language.I just feel that there seems to be some kind of connection with the "Lord of Mysteries", and there are endless mysteries in it. He can't help but listen, waiting for the next step.

"The second sentence is..."

Klein wiped his fingers clean, raised his head, and an illusory and transparent figure with Feysac blood appeared in his brown eyes.

A transparent hand suddenly stretched out from between Klein's eyebrows, and pressed on Zaratul's face.

In an instant, Zaratul's body twisted, and in an instant he turned into a puppet with a white beard like Santa Claus.

"Curse of Transformation!"

The puppet's eyes widened, struggled twice, and sank into the fog of history.

The back of Klein's neck felt cold, as if he was going to be hung up.But the next moment he was also cursed, the connection between the spiritual body and the physical body became extremely tight, and the thread of the spiritual body was wrapped around Klein's body like a rice dumpling. Pull away together!
And in this way, Zaratul's position was exposed.

The surrounding layout disappeared and turned back into a dark and gloomy steeple church.

Pa, the angel in the state of "Wraith" turned into reality, and Richard fell lightly to the ground:
"It seems that I came here by coincidence?"

"Yes, I really didn't expect you to be the first to find me."

Klein nodded, and said to the secret puppets swaying above him:
"Don't do anything to my loved ones."

"If you don't do anything to them, I can swear by Origin Castle, even if I defeat you, I won't kill you."

The secret puppets who rolled their eyes turned to Klein, and the whispers in their throats converged into one sentence:

"I can……"

"Keep... watching them..."

It seems that Benson and Melissa will be harassed by crows for a while... Klein heaved a sigh of relief, and then he smiled on his tense face: "I think you are right in saying that gaining power is Sacrificing, sacrificing what you have, what you throw, what you get. But the fire burns hotter and hotter, until at last you throw yourself into it and become its fuel."

"However, I still hope that when I fall into the flames, I can smile in relief and think that I have got what I wanted."

"Instead of thinking—that's the ending I'm looking for after I have nowhere to go, no choice, no more nostalgia for life."

TBC
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Richard patted Klein on the shoulder and praised:

"You have a lot of ideas, aren't you from the Secret Order? Is the New Rose School interested in learning about it?"