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

Chapter 415

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"Why are you stopping me, don't you want to see him die?"

In the spirit world, Edward, who walked all the way from Intis, looked at the thin silver-white electric current that prevented him from entering the Loen Kingdom with some surprise and a smile, and said in a quite seductive tone:
"Tyrant, you should be happy to see all this."

"I heard that Zaratul is also under your protection now? This feeling is very bad, you protect them, but also watch them, as if restraining yourself, not to crush the palm of your hand to make people annoying caterpillars."

"Well, not only that, but you also have to endure the feeling of the caterpillars wriggling slowly in your palm, try your best not to hurt them, and they will ask you for help, will you choose to respond, or turn a blind eye?"

The silver-white lightning blocking the front made small crackling sounds, but no one responded to his words.

"But I have something to tell Klein. Even though I don't want to, I still have to go in and talk to him." Edward was not in a hurry, he just stood outside the line of thunder in an orderly manner, as if he was going to salute first and then fight. "Will you let me go, or let Klein come out and talk to me?"

……

"leave"?
Klein stared at the word, somewhat confused about the meaning of the God of Thunder.

Should he leave 160 Berklund Street or leave Luen?

However, this departure coincided with his ominous premonition. There was danger approaching, and Klein needed to deal with it immediately.

Either hide yourself, or leave quickly.

Things like oracles are vague, and it's normal to be confused, but now Klein needs clear instructions instead of vague words. After hesitating for a while, he thought that since the God of Thunder had already responded to him, Klein might as well just give it a try. Gritting his teeth, bit the bullet and continued to pray:

"The great emperor of the sky, the king of the sea, can you give me a clear statement?"

He didn't dare to speak much this time, and after saying it once, he calmed down, waiting as obediently as he could.As soon as he thought that the God of Thunder had noticed him, Klein felt that the psychological pressure increased rapidly, he couldn't help but feel fear, and he felt like he couldn't breathe smoothly.

Under Klein's expectant and apprehensive eyes, after about half a minute, the rust marks on the silver further expanded.

Extended to the reverse side?

Klein stretched out his hand cautiously, and turned the silver piece over.

There is a bold word written on it:
"roll"

...Why don't you respond if you don't want to explain? Why are you scolding me? You really are a tyrant... Klein retreated tactically, and his mood was complicated. The commentary was scolded.But he still prayed and thanked him, and began to tidy up the remaining spiritual materials on the table. After all, the God of Thunder gave him some enlightenment.

"No matter where I go, in short, I have to leave first..."

Klein muttered softly.

He already had a travel plan, but this prayer and response aggravated the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Having said that, he is the most vulnerable to attacks when he is concentrating on praying, but Zaratul did not take any action, allowing himself to go up and down on Origin Castle, perform rituals, and then process the ritual materials - it can be seen that he is also very concerned about Thunder God's attitude.

With "Squirming Hunger" and "Travel", Klein can now go anywhere outside the Eastern Continent.

That being the case...

Klein simply sifted through the unused ritual materials, picked out the parts that could be reused, then re-lit the unburned candles, took out a mirror as a ritual medium, and whispered:

"The fire that burns unquenched,

Prisoners of chaos and deathmatch;

Creator of the Damned City, protector of all those who defy fate;”

The great 'Angel of Temperance', Mr. Richard Ernst..."

Southern Continent, Highlands.

Richard looked at Barranca with a serious expression.

Balanca also looked at Richard.

The two angels competed secretly for a while, and finally Barranca conceded first.He fumbled in his pocket a few times, and stuffed a 10-pound note and a few coins into the donation box placed at the entrance of the newly built orphanage.

Richard had a smile on his face, reached out and patted Barranca's shoulder, and said kindly: "Go, God is still waiting for us."

Balanka was holding a sketch pad in his hand. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a "hey" laugh.

"We are the only ones who can seriously study this kind of thing at night. If we switch to other ways, we will probably be shocked."

"... What did you make out again?" Richard looked at the sketch pad under his arm, the smile on his face tended to disappear.

Balanca said about him:
"You'll find out soon enough."

He didn't seem to want to say more, because he was guilty or wanted to give everyone an unexpected surprise.Balanka quickly entered the spirit world with her sketchbook, and then appeared directly in the reserved classroom.The Bound God, who had been waiting here for quite a while, felt the fluctuations in the spirit world, opened his eyes, and calmly turned his face around.

The two junior angels greeted Torzner, and Barranca strode up to the podium, shook the sketch paper in his hand, and the book opened automatically, displaying the contents of the first page on the blackboard.

"Look, this is the automatic cultivator I designed."

There is indeed a mechanical device drawn on the sketch paper that seems to have no problem. The gears and bearings mesh with each other. The overall design is refreshing, and it has the mechanical beauty of the Church of Steam.

But Richard's and Torzner's spiritual intuition told them it was never that simple.

Barranca began to introduce her new design:
"Richard's transformation curse gave me a lot of inspiration. Although the transformation curse is not advisable to rule the country, I think that the transformation curse is still needed to maintain stability, maintain the economy, and fill the food gap."

Speaking of which, there is no problem.Balanca looked at the reactions of the two colleagues, coughed, and continued to introduce:
"This is a semi-automatic human cultivator."

"I learned this design from the manuscript of Emperor Russell. Last year, I took the time to visit the Russell Memorial Hall in Intis and studied it. I couldn't restore the exact same design, so I added some The characteristics of our Rose School... this cultivator only needs one person to operate, and the weight is about 400-600 pounds..."

Richard raised his hand suddenly:
"I have a question. Most of Emperor Roselle's designs that could not be put into production are due to the lack of corresponding fuel, the lack of those special 'oils'. What is the fuel for your thing to operate?"

Barranca talked about him from left to right, and under the gaze of Richard and the curious gaze of the Bound God, the Cursed King was defeated:

"people."

Then he slapped the table vigorously to argue for himself: "Sixty acres of land consumes one person! The utilization rate of resources is still very impressive!"

The Bound God frowned, and although he restrained himself from speaking, he immediately showed an expression of "you continue to talk, I'm listening".Richard was not too surprised by the answer, but instead asked about the details: "What is the principle? Do you want to use living or dead people?"

Balanca said: "The principle is very simple. It is to use the transformation curse to distort the human soul, turn it into fuel, and drive the tiller."

"In other words, this thing is essentially spiritually driven."

Richard took it for granted, because this is the characteristic of the Rose School, and his "bread-changing curse" is also based on the same principle. Its essence is to crush the soul of a living human being, and then use the large amount of spirituality released at that moment to change the physical structure.He touched his chin, thinking about the suggestion: "Then you can use the sealed item, you don't necessarily need to use humans."

The Cursed King spread his hands:
"Human beings are chosen because human souls are not affected by Extraordinary characteristics, and they are the safest and cleanest fuel to use. Maybe you want the cultivator to work while lightning flashes and thunder, or take the operator to praise the sun, or study hard, or turn the fields corpse revived?"

Extraordinary characteristics and sealed items are of course more spiritual and easier to use, but at the same time, because of the existence of Extraordinary characteristics, they must also show functions that various cultivators should not have, which is what He does not want to see.

"I object to your thinking."

Richard looked into Barranca's eyes and shook his head disapprovingly:
"If we want to get spiritual power without negative effects, we can cooperate with the voyeurs and let those wizards design a safe magic pattern for us to attract spirituality, and then engrave these magic patterns on your cultivator, which is the safest way , and without consuming humans.”

"but……"

But using humans is the easiest and quickest.

Balanca wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Richard.

"You are indulging, Barranca."

Richard called his companion by his name seriously, and explained earnestly: "You can definitely think of the best and safest way, but you don't think so, because you think it's the easiest way to consume human beings, right? I put People become food, but I still promote production—and you are indulging, giving up thinking, and following your own desires and instincts. This is not advisable. The curse of transformation has given us the power to change the world, but we should still In awe of life and soul."

The Bound God squinted his eyes, feeling that a believer whose way of thinking was different from ordinary people seemed to have a holy light and halo when he said this.

"And the utilization rate is too low. If a living corpse can keep plowing without sleep, it is a bit exaggerated to consume one person on 500 acres of your cultivator. The utilization rate is too low. If you improve it, you have to change it to at least [-] acres and consume one People. By the way, we don’t have so many paddy fields here.”

The Bound God felt that the holy light on Richard had disappeared again.

"...I'm also promoting production."

"Then you pack up and be with Reinette tomorrow morning." Richard now showed an expression of wanting to take off the halo on his head and hit someone.

"I'm just kidding."

Barranca muttered, and put away the blueprint and sketchbook of the semi-automatic human cultivator with a little regret, and then walked directly off the podium.

Richard and the Bound God looked at him with indescribable eyes.

"The back is full of semi-automatic human props."

Balanka spread his hands again, and a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "You say that, I really feel that I am a little indulgent, and if there is nothing else, I will seal myself and go to the labor camp for a few days."

Richard waved his hand: "If you still feel that you need reform through labor, then don't worry... wait, someone is looking for me."

He took out a small round mirror from his pocket and brushed it with his hand. It revealed the image of a strange middle-aged man with slightly white temples. Richard recognized the object of prayer at a glance and raised his eyebrows.

"Dawn, no, that Klein? What did he ask me for..."

……

About 20 seconds later, the flame of the candle suddenly shook.

Klein felt that someone's eyes were on him, and his right hand suddenly moved uncontrollably. He grabbed the absorbent pen placed on the table, brought another piece of paper, and wrote a line of common language. :
"Hello."

This feeling and way of communicating reminded Klein of his first ritual exchange with "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina a long time ago, but he quickly grabbed a pen and replied on paper:
"Hello, Your Highness Temperance Angel, I hope to get your help."

The pen immediately replied: "You can talk, I can hear you."

oh.Klein felt a little embarrassed, but considering that Zaratul might be paying attention here, he still insisted on writing:

"I hope to get a substitute who can fool Sequence One."

The pen paused for two seconds, and after thinking about the possibility, Richard replied almost without hesitation: "I need your blood or body parts. I can transfer part of your mystic connection to the double to make it more real. This is the best. It can also be just a substitute doll, which looks the same as you, but it cannot be concealed from divination and aggregation. At the same time, your bid will determine the quality of the substitute."

Barranca couldn't help but said, "Isn't this a bit of a drop in price?"

Richard gave him a blank look: "We'd better have a price to lose!"

The Bound God looks at his nose, nose, and heart. Although he is not self-confident, he also feels that discussing this directly is a bit too much like a businessman... But if this business needs His help, He will definitely not refuse.

Directly link the quotation with the quality?Klein was slightly surprised. In his memory, besides the messenger Reinette Tinekerr, there was only this Richard Ernst who started talking about money when they met, and he—the Fool's Blessed One was short of money. How can it be considered a lack of money! ——Sure enough, they are all Temperance Factions. Even Miss Sharron accepted the shockingly low price of one thousand pounds for three days for Sequence 5 because of lack of money...

But talking about money directly is a good thing for Klein. After all, the high-quality red wine produced by his Maison Manor Winery is very popular, and he still has about [-] pounds in cash and tens of thousands of gold bars in his hands. .Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked nervously:

"Then, I need a substitute who can pass on part of mystical connections. I can provide my blood and body parts."

"My offer is fifteen thousand pounds," he said cautiously.

To maintain the operation of the foundation and Maison Manor, I have to spend at least a thousand pounds a month, and I can only increase the price to [-] pounds. If it is higher, I will take the risk of redoing the bounty hunter, but the possibility I was caught by a group of crows when I arrived at sea... Klein thought to himself.

"Fifteen thousand pounds..."

Richard rubbed his chin and glanced at the other two.The Bound God is not very sensitive to money, but Baranka's expression is obviously good.

This price is very exciting, and at the same time, he also knows that Dwayne Dantès is a businessman in name, and the businessman must keep some cash as a backup.Richard had fully approved of the price, and began to fish his sewing kit and cotton out of his pockets:
"Deal, give me some blood, your body parts, if you want to be more realistic, you can give me a bone."

bone.

Klein took a deep breath: "...Okay."

What he wanted to do was replace the body parts with spirit worms, so that the substitute could have some of his extraordinary abilities, but the bones...

He finished the ceremony, looked at his little finger, made gestures with the silver ritual knife in hand, and began to build his mind.After doing it for a while, he suddenly realized that he could use the power of the Faceless Man to separate his flesh and blood, allowing this bone to emerge from the skin by itself.

Klein heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, and began to concentrate on controlling his little finger.

Suddenly, a blinding white light erupted from the window of the bedroom, followed by a huge roar. Klein was so frightened that his hands shook, and the silver knife fell to the floor with a thud, rolling over a meter away.

Backlund has been cloudy and rainy recently, the weather is cold, and there are occasional thunder and lightning at night, but such thunder is still rare!
Klein vaguely felt that something was wrong. He bent down and reached out to touch the knife on the ground. The moment he bent down, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past his back, making his hair stand on end.

Tick, tick.

He suddenly felt something fall on his back, not sure, but it felt like rain.

The rain hit the floor, soaking the bed and the carpet of the table and chairs.

Then, lightning from the sky lit up his bedroom.

Klein's throat rolled, and his spiritual intuition told him that the moment he bent over just now, the roof of the second floor of his villa at No. 160 Boklund Street disappeared with the attic.

The rain fell on his back, mixed with cold sweat and slid across the side of his face.

The demon seemed to chuckle softly in his ear.

"Missed."

TBC
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April Fools!
Who got up at 05:30 on Saturday morning to see the rape blossoms, it was me.

(End of this chapter)