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

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After hearing these words, Klein looked at the foreign god in front of him again, and felt a sense of fantasy like the poisonous mushroom that ate Frank.

He wanted to wash his face in cold water now, to clear his mind and spirit, but there was only salty, muddy seawater around him.

"...Why don't you go by yourself?"

Klein really wanted to be as serious and vigilant as before, but he somehow felt that his emotions were a little out of control. He couldn't be vigilant, and even relaxed—he suspected that this was also the influence of the outer gods, some unknown path strength.

I saw the Outer God in front of me spreading his hands:
"This is the assessment I gave him. More generally... In your better understanding, it is his written examination for doctoral degree entrance. If you fail to complete this project, you are not counted as my student."

"I train them for the purpose of watching them face the inevitable crisis of fate at a certain stage in the future."

"Whether it is success or failure and death, it is an answer that satisfies me."

Klein wanted to complain a little, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Asking your students to do projects, if they fail to do well, they will die. This behavior cannot be called strange. It can only be said that your doctoral student met you after eight lifetimes of bad luck.But if the Ph.D. supervisor is a foreign god, it seems not surprising.

Klein feels more and more that the old days are a kind of life form that confuses him, just like the "hidden sage, the demon of knowledge" said that one day the old days became him, and Qiguang said that he would The self-proclaimed "us" is the same with the outer gods in front of them. They seem to have human nature but they don't seem to have them. They seem to have some common human emotions but they don't seem to have them.

They are like a collection of instincts, and all behaviors are centered on themselves.

It's just that in the process of following their instincts, they will more or less show some "emotions"...

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't save it." The Lord of Diao Ling said, "In fact, I have been observing you since I was in the Land Abandoned by the Gods. I have countless opportunities to kill you. When Amon reacts, your The gaps in the bones should already be covered with weeds. But I haven’t done it until now, just to see what kind of changes you can bring to the almost predetermined destiny of the earth.”

However, if Klein doesn't make this variable, then Outer God doesn't think it's necessary to keep him.

It doesn't matter if you don't save it, the outer god thought, I lost a good student and a clone, and you lost your life and an earth.

If I kill you, the demon of knowledge will fully support Bethel instead of accusing me.

In the greatest possibility - He will take the initiative to arrange the ceremony, regardless of Bethel Abraham's wishes, directly summon him back to the earth on the night of the full moon for "resurrection and reshaping", and then support him to go to Mount Hornacis to eat "half A Fool", and then directly go to the spirit world to find Origin Castle by virtue of the identity of Aggregation and "Fool".

He is bound to go to war with Ruen, and he will choose to release the Son of Chaos. Anyway, the followers of the Demon of Knowledge are not here. As long as the western continent does not suffer too much damage, he will not care about the lives of people in the northern and southern continents.

As for the aftermath—mystery gradually returns, God also returns, and the earth is in a mess, what does it have to do with them?
When the matter really developed to that point, not to mention them, even the group of onlookers outside should have finished watching the fun and ran away.

As He himself said, the help given to Klein was nothing more than a small effort, and he didn't expect a little angel to repay it, nor did he expect the future Lord of Mysteries to remember this little favor.All he asked for was a Lord of Mysteries who could help him break the seal and not prevent him from snatching Extraordinary characteristics. Even if it wasn't on his side, at least not on the side of the God of Thunder.

It's a pity that Klein still has the character of not being able to stand by and watch.

Therefore, the demon of knowledge couldn't get a satisfactory answer after chatting with him, so he couldn't help thinking about Bethel.

It just so happened that the Abraham family was willing to submit summoning materials and plans, and most of them supported finding the ancestors...

Klein thought for a while: "Then you..."

Outer God interrupted: "If you ask him again, He will die."

Klein had no choice but to take back the question that came to his lips, but judging from the other party's seemingly unworried expression, he felt that maybe the time hadn't come yet, and there was still a turning point for things.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and asked:

"Then how do you want me to save you?"

"Playing smart?" The Lord of Withering didn't mind very much, "If I come to see, I still hope that Richard dies, because this world will never make him happy. But you do have a way to save him, as long as you put happiness Just give him alms."

Klein frowned, instinctively having a bad premonition.

He looked at the malicious smile of the outer god, and only then did he realize that he and Edward Vaughn were the same god with different expressions.

"Give him alms."

The Outer God said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou Mingrui, a survivor of the old days, would you like to see the Highland Republic, which was finally revived, be reduced to a colony again? As a descendant of a semi-colonial and semi-feudal country in the old era, you should understand this. mean something."

"Let's not talk about that, Richard has helped you several times. Well, he cheated you of your money. Angels that can be bought with money are too cheap."

The Lord of Withering sat on a stone, half covering his mouth with his hand, covering his raised smile:
"Judging from all aspects of performance, you will be a pretty good god. At least you have the virtue of helping believers properly and turning a blind eye. Your existence makes me think of a god who can completely save this country (to destroy his future possibility) The way, that is..."

Let Richard have to rely on a god to live.

"...you go to protect this poor country."

……

In the depths of winter, the clouds are gray and the gas resources are under control due to the war, and the street lights have not yet been turned on.

It was already dark at four o'clock, and before five o'clock, Backlund was already in darkness, but the street lights were still not on.

On the nights when the curfew was strictly enforced in the past few months, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of Backlund. Occasionally, a carriage passed by, and the passengers were all people with sufficient status.Now, although the police no longer maintain the curfew, there are still very few pedestrians on the road.

Wearing a warm woolen coat, Forsi went out to a nearby mailbox to deliver the manuscript, and was going to buy a newspaper to go back.

Although she was already a mid-order Extraordinary, the cold wind blowing in front of her still made Fors pull up her collar unconsciously, and lowered the hat on her head a little, revealing only her two eyes.

In such a dark environment, if you don't carefully distinguish her shoes and the hair behind her, it is almost impossible to tell that she is a woman.

"The gas company is getting more and more stingy..." Forsi couldn't help complaining, "I heard that the price will be raised, and the price will be raised before December. When it comes to the Chinese New Year, ordinary people really still use it. Can you afford gas?"

Complaining in a low voice, another gust of cold wind blew, and Forsi wrapped her clothes tightly in helplessness.

The darkness of the environment did not hinder the vision of Extraordinary people, and Fors finally got a public carriage - in this weather, the horses were no longer willing to come out to pull the carriage, and there were fewer carriages that could be boarded and stopped anywhere. Only the stagecoach remained in operation—the editorial office happened to be near one of the platforms where the stagecoach would stop.So, after paying threepence, she sat up.

The compartment was narrow and cold, and even the cushions felt cold, because people kept coming in and out, so the heating could not be kept.

When passing by the charity foundation run by Miss Audrey, Fors looked out the window and saw that the door was closed, and only the lights in the highest rooms were still on.

The foundation building is one of the few buildings on the street that still provides gas heat and lights to the staff in the evening.

Warm yellow lights came out from the windows on the second and third floors facing the road, illuminating a short distance ahead.A few homeless men in thick and ragged clothes leaned together, huddled in a corner and dozed off, as if they hoped that the employees would donate a few copper coins after get off work.

"Today is a rest day, Miss Audrey should not be here... If that 'Justice' miss walks out of the foundation building and sees homeless people and children begging in the corner, she will definitely be unable to resist giving money. "

Seeing this scene, Forsi was moved and turned her head.

She has seen too much during this time.

Originally, the East End was synonymous with the homeless and the poor, but with the country's economic downturn, there are more and more homeless people in the urban area.

Soon, the public railcar drove Fors through a block to the editorial office on the edge of Hillston District.On the way, Fors occasionally looked out the window, occasionally thinking about what to write in the next manuscript, the carriage was quiet, and no one was in the mood to talk.

When passing through a street where Hillston District and Queens District were connected, Forsi happened to raise her head and look out of the window.

Because at this time, it was completely dark, and the gas lamps on the side of the road were turned on one by one, illuminating the people wandering on the side of the road.

Fors looked out the window, the lights illuminated the streets and the city, but the doors of the shops on the street were closed, and it took a long time before a shop was lit up.Backlund didn't seem to wake up from the winter afternoon, but instead revealed a tired expression.

Forsi's writer's nerve was touched, she made a gesture of grabbing a pen subconsciously, and some vague ideas and words that could not be formed into sentences flashed in her mind. After a few seconds, she pressed her temple and sat down slowly, Sighed.

"When will it be better..."

……

"Hurry up, it's almost time for dinner, hurry up and send the ingredients and the wine that was just delivered to the winery today."

"For today's dinner, the Earl chose the beef from the manor outside the city as the main course, as well as the game, vegetables and fruits from the fief. These were all rushed over in the morning. If they were bumped and broken, we would have to sell them all together. I can't afford it."

"These fruits and vegetables will be made into tomato consommé and hash browns before meals."

"Beef with oyster sauce or caviar?"

"Here is the menu. For dessert, prepare the lady's favorite fruit cake and a traditional pie."

"Hey, this is the table wine produced by the East Chester County Castle. Who brought it here? The earl and his wife asked for sparkling wine from Winter County. Hurry up and send it, it's in the alley next to it... Tableware, head maid, are the tableware ready?"

"Okay, the set of sterling silver and gold inlaid tableware should be used to match today's dishes. Go and arrange it. We still have an hour."

At the height of Hall's luxury villa, a door opened silently, and the figure of "Saint of Secrets" Botis appeared at the door. He watched vigilantly for a moment, but did not come out immediately.

As soon as he arrived, he noticed that the mansion was protected by three mid-sequence Extraordinary people, all of whom were from the Church of Evernight.The security force is very sufficient without demigods, and it is almost impossible to encounter any danger.

Botis stood by the door, came out after confirming that it was completely safe, carefully hid in the dark and watched Hall's mansion.

The servants below are preparing the Earl's family's dinner in an orderly manner. They are well-trained, carrying all kinds of expensive and fresh ingredients in and out, and the cooperation is quite beautiful.Although their conversations were clearly heard by Botis, the real voices of those people were so low that it was difficult to hear them when passing by, and the basic communication was only conveyed by eyes and body movements.

Even if Abraham declines, he can be considered a good middle- and upper-class family in various places, with a superior standard of living, and members who have survived adulthood and can be promoted can obtain real estate and a lot of shares.

But compared with the luxurious style of Hall's family, Botis felt that those pedantic old guys were still very frugal and old-fashioned.

If it was just secular nobles, then no matter how big they were, Botis would not care about them, and he didn't even mind killing them casually, and went directly to the treasury to search for them.But he has been very cautious so far, and he has not overstepped in every move. It is because Miss Hall of the Hall family is a genius who can be promoted to a demigod.

Demigods, power, this is the real guarantee of wealth and status of the family.

After observing the servants' reactions for a while, Botis rubbed his chin and had a guess:
"These people didn't notice that Ms. Hall was not there, and even Ms. Hall at home was still able to respond and act normally."

"It seems that this girl is not simple. She should have a companion, or a sealed item such as a 'secret puppet', 'stand-in', who can act on her behalf when she travels... However, the sealed item will have such High intelligence?"

After thinking for a while, Botis didn't come up with an answer. He could only understand that this Miss Hall might not be simple.

In addition to the Psychological Alchemy Association, there may be other organizational channels.

"Since a substitute is going to be used, it should only be a short-term outing. It's almost dinner now. Could her substitute be able to eat?"

"Then I'll just wait for her to come back. There's no need to take risks in the Southern Continent and gamble on the life-saving grace."

Botis sat peacefully on the roof, and decided to sit on the sidelines.

At the same time, in Audrey's room, Susie, who had once again dealt with the maid's questioning, was already a little anxious.

It couldn't help but want to walk back and forth in the room to relieve its anxiety, but it was worried that Annie, the personal maid outside the door, would hear the difference in its footsteps.

"Audrey, shouldn't you be back by now?"

It anxiously went back and forth between the washroom, the bathroom and the study room, but there was no sign of the ritual magic being activated again.And Audrey's body was still lying on the bed, sleeping comfortably in the soft silk quilt, breathing evenly.

"Audrey, what happened... are you okay?"

……

"The water shows no signs of receding," Sharon said.

Maric nodded, and the waist-deep water pushed the desk raft carrying a dozen children to a higher shelter: "It's still rising."

Sharon was floating in the sky, wearing a simple black and white sarong, she was still floating like a ghost, she used her extraordinary ability to control the other two ships full of old and young, she looked better than Maric who had almost turned into a clay figurine. Much clean and decent.

She frowned slightly:
"Why don't you use the state of resentful soul?"

"Walking in sewage is said to be very easy to catch diseases. If you scratch your legs and feet, you will be infected and even die."

Maric was stunned for a moment: "I was too anxious to pack the food just now, I forgot. It's okay, don't worry, I will use the resentful soul to save people after sending all these children there."

"You're right, it's too dangerous for them to walk in the water, and it's easy to get into trouble."

Sharon nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly saw the color of a space around her become brighter.Immediately afterwards, a tall man wearing the traditional robes of the highland kingdom appeared in midair.He briefly appeared from the spirit world, holding a young woman in a white coat very impolitely in his hand, who looked like a doctor.

"No one indulges." The tall man in black robe glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Sharon's face, and whispered, "No one restrains."

Sharon was slightly displeased.

The orange-haired doctor looked over and was slightly surprised when he saw Sharon, and then looked at Maric again, even more surprised.

"The Extraordinary here is in a stable state, just leave it to them." The tall man in the black robe immediately took the doctor away after reading it, and at the moment when the passage to the spirit world was closed again, Sharon seemed to hear the doctor say Say something.

"It's a little different from what I imagined..."

Audrey recalled the two people she saw just now, and almost couldn't believe that they were members of the Temperance Faction that Mister "World" had mentioned.In Mr. World's description, the dignified and reserved "Miss Sharon", who is always well-dressed, is wearing civilian clothes and carrying women and children, while the "Mr. Maric" who likes to play cards with himself stands In the muddy water, pushing the children covered in mud.

After a while, she couldn't help but want to laugh again:

"Not only them, but even me, have become very...very..."

"Not like myself."

Just when her mood got better, Taufik, who was holding her through the spirit world, stopped suddenly.

"The space ahead is blocked."

Taufik stretched out his hand and swung forward vigorously, as if his fist had hit something, the transparent air in front of him was slightly dented.Taufik continued to exert force, and the "membrane" became more and more sunken, and finally became a deep pit, but it was never broken.

"We have met the enemy."

He withdrew his fist, with a bad face, and said again: "Be careful, don't get too far away from me."

Audrey's face became more serious than ever. She nodded, her eyes turned golden, and she was ready to deal with it.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Taufik shaking his head unnaturally and muttering something.At the same time, she also heard a requiem that seemed to echo in the field, distant and peaceful, like the lullaby that her mother and the older maid would hum when she was young.

But Audrey woke up the moment she fell into a deep sleep, and after waking up, her heart quickly sank to the bottom.

She was all too familiar with that voice.

Just hearing this vague voice, Audrey can completely outline the image of the other party in her mind.

She has participated in many prayers hosted by the master of this voice, many sacraments, she has heard his sermons, heard his speeches, after she participated in charitable foundations and became a trustee, and helped many people in war , The owner of this voice also praised her.

Their opponent is the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese.

saint antony.

TBC
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Boom!

The third bolt of thunder fell, and hit the figure standing on the top of the mountain again.

This time, the thunder finally broke his bones, causing him to fall, falling into the rubble and mounds formed by the collapsed mountain.

Torzner was silent, lying on his back in the muddy puddle, soaking the rain and muddy water in the plain ascetic robes that were all patched, and looking at the cloudy sky above his head.The place where God's punishment comes from is so far away, and He is so weak that it is not worth mentioning.

The thunder left behind by the divine power of the God of Thunder, completely collapsed his "lightning rod" with just three strikes.

In a short period of time, there shouldn't be a fourth thunderbolt... If there is any, then it will probably smash itself to pieces the moment it falls.

After a moment of silence, the Bound God habitually endured the pain of bone and flesh regeneration, and got up from the ground without expression. The rain quickly washed away the mud and blood on his body, outlining his vision. Look up a weak and thin body.

Every time the bound god took a step, his body became a little more illusory. After three steps, he had completely disappeared and entered the realm of the spirit world.

He has one more thing to do. (end of this chapter)