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

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"It's stronger than I thought...it's just the remaining spirituality and aura, which is at least left by Sequence 6."

Of course, the two punishers would not explain the gold coin in detail to an old man whose knowledge of extraordinary things was unknown, so they just left to their own devices to discuss it in front of the cart.

"This is very dangerous. There may be some conspiracy. Is it a sign that some 'evil' will start to act?"

The talisman in his hand dimmed most of its light in the blink of an eye. It could obviously last for more than two hours, but after "identifying" the demon's item, it actually ran out of energy in less than 2 minutes... The punishers looked at each other with expressions on their faces. Very nervous.

They did not dare to touch the gold coin directly with their hands. At the same time, they did not know what kind of dangers and effects this item had. After discussing in a low voice, they decided to put it together with the "Tranquility" charm, and... Return to the Holy Wind Cathedral as quickly as possible.

The man with lighter hair immediately asked: "Old man, who gave you this gold coin?"

The old man tightened his grip on his clothes and muttered:

"Yes...yes...I went to sell goods in the morning and met a kind gentleman. He bought me half a bag of corn and gave me this gold coin."

The punisher holding the gold coin blurted out:

"Don't you know how much corn a gold coin can buy? He must have his own purpose in giving you so much!"

One pound is enough to buy you whole person!It is difficult for the person who is punishing to avoid the thought of contempt and contempt. Besides, only adults worth more than [-] pounds will be willing to give up a gold pound to an old foreign man buying corn on the roadside, right?
"I...I..." The old man couldn't say a complete sentence.

While he was speaking, his eyes were still looking at the gold coins, and various complex emotions such as desire, guilt, and anger frequently flashed through his eyes. However, the other party's extraordinary strength and size made him uncontrollably frightened. He could not help but feel terrified. Don't dare to do it.

Is half a pocket of corn worth a gold coin?The punisher looked at the gold coins floating in the air held up by the wind, and then at the corn kernels in the old man's cart. There was inevitably a hint of contempt and distrust in his expression.

Although this is a demon-related item, it is only attached with aura and some extraordinary abilities that they cannot detect. This gold coin has the image of a king and is an ordinary gold pound of Loen.

With the popularity of paper money, people gradually began to give up carrying large amounts of heavy gold and silver. However, as long as the gold pound is still linked to gold, there will definitely be people who will continue to use state-issued gold coins for transactions.Some businessmen, and many established gentlemen, will carry one or two gold coins in a secret place on their body in case of emergencies.

And one gold pound, used to exchange for half a bag of corn, is a scam no matter how you look at it!

But the old man obviously needed money, so he ignored the danger under the temptation of gold and his own desire.

The two punishers looked at each other and determined in their hearts that it was probably the devil who gave the gold coin to the old man, hoping that the old farmer who bought corn would achieve some of his own purposes.Although it seems that the other party has not been brainwashed by hypnosis, nor is he tainted with any devil's breath - the lighter-haired punisher said in a voice that the old man could not hear:

"Do you want to take him back too?"

The other person's lips moved slightly, and his words were conveyed by the wind: "No, if the devil needs him, then we should immediately go back with the gold coins to report, and then send someone to carefully observe the old man."

"Too."

The Punisher thought for a while and then agreed. After all, the Church of Thunder is now cooking oil, and has successively incorporated the churches of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the Goddess of Night. Most of these members chose to join another church after crying. Work in the hands of a righteous God.I just changed my boss, but my work content has not changed much - it is inevitable to cling to favors and cliques, but when any church selects grassroots extraordinary people, they must take into account their character and sense of justice, which also leads to Extraordinary people in the church often have good reputations.

Even the "punisher" who is recognized in the mysterious world as having a simple and rough style of acting has only one shortcoming: being simple, rough and inhumane.

Seeing this, the two punishers took it together and decided to stabilize each other's emotions first to prevent any uncontrollable incidents.

It just so happened that there were other merchants selling corn in this temporary small market. The light-haired punisher walked around for a few steps, inquired about it, and came back with a reassuring smile to the old man:
"Old man, you must have been deceived. This gold coin will cause you to encounter very dangerous things, so we must take it away."

The old man was silent.

He seems to have become accustomed to silence, to powerlessness, to surrender to powerful things and rules.Because I can't make any changes, I can only show humility and expect kindness from the strong.

"Two adults..."

But when he was hungry, homeless, and about to die at any time, he still mustered up the courage to speak humbly: "That's the income I got from selling corn. That's the only money I have..."

His attitude also made the two punishers feel relieved, and the man continued:

"Okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry too much. After all, this is your income from buying things, and we will also give you some compensation. Let's do this, I will buy all the corn you have left."

"You have to pay for it out of your own pocket?" The colleague was surprised. Then he picked up the corn kernels and rubbed them in his hands. He also nodded and said, "It is indeed the good corn from Fenebout. It is sweet and crispy and is best suited for creamy soups. It can be added to other foods and Fenebot noodles to increase the flavor.”

Hearing this, a trace of hope appeared on the old man's face.

"I just asked, the current market price of corn kernels is 5 pence a liter..."

The old man's cloudy eyes widened slightly. Even under the stern gaze of the punisher, he still tried his best to squeeze out a weak breath from his throat like a dying person: "No! Fenebo Te's corn is the highest quality corn that can be produced in the entire northern continent, even the southern continent is far inferior! Usually, you can usually buy it for 10 pence or even 1 sole..."

His voice became smaller and smaller under the gaze of the punisher. Finally, these few words exhausted his strength and courage.

Your native corn in Loen is dry and firewood, and the cornfields are all deserted. It is completely inferior food that can only be barely swallowed by being ground into powder... How can it be compared with the high-quality crops that we have grown, improved, and been blessed by the church for generations? Comparable!

"But the current market price in Loen is 5 pence. This is stipulated in our bill. If a large amount of foreign food disrupts our pricing, how will our farmers survive?"

"Your Fenebote grain is of good quality, but now our grain merchants can't sell anything because of it!"

"This this……"

The old farmer tried to argue, but was speechless.The words of the punisher made him dumbfounded. He never thought that the food and crops that his country was so proud of would one day be guilty of being too good.

Didn't he just buy it because his corn was of high quality?Is it my fault that it has become a high-quality product now?

"Stop talking, since you are in Loen, you must follow the market price in Loen."

The punisher spoke angrily, and was serious about not intending to increase the price.He directly reached out and grabbed the bag on the opponent's cart, weighed it with his hand, and said, "The corn you have here is not even one liter, that's all. I'll calculate it as one liter for you." After that, he took away the corn. He took out five coins from his pocket and put them into the cart in a friendly manner.

"Let's go," he said.

……

Unwilling to lower the price and be bought in large quantities, he wandered on the streets for three days before barely selling half of the corn he brought.

This morning, he mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with someone who clearly shouldn't be his client. Although he felt insulted by feeding the crops he carefully cultivated to pigeons, the anger did not last long. This is money. the power of.

If it were a gold pound - if it were a gold pound, there would still be a lot that could be done.

Runen's gold pound is the most valuable currency in the Northern Continent. He can go to have a nice meal first, spend the gold pound, and then find a cheap hotel to sleep.After he has regained his energy, he can return to the outskirts of Loen, go to the vacant wastelands where crops were originally grown, and give the person responsible for dividing the land a few sulers as a bribe. In this way, he can get the benefits arranged by the church like everyone else. Room and board, and a piece of land where he could live on for a while.

And after that, he will have more than ten sulers left on his hands, which is a huge sum of money!
He would save the money, hide it under his bed, sew it in his clothes, and occasionally take some out to feed himself good food.

As an old man, it was necessary for him to do this.He has no family or care, so he can only work hard to save money for himself and donate it to the church for a requiem and funeral.To die peacefully at the small window of the church of the God he had believed in since he was a child, and to go to the Kingdom of God amidst the blessings and singing of the priests and priests, this was the best thing he could think of.

Before that, he planned to sell the remaining half bag of corn. The gentleman asked him to feed the pigeons. Of course he was reluctant to part with it, so he took his precious gold pounds and corn into the East District. Small market.

Then the pound and the corn disappeared, leaving only five pennies lying at the bottom of his cart.Five pennies?

He stared blankly at the five coins in the car. His mind seemed to be rusty. A large number of emotions and thoughts were mixed together, and he couldn't think at all.

5p? What is 5p enough for?
Even the crudest food, rye bread mixed with sawdust, now costs 9p a pound! He could barely eat a meal for 5 pence, and then he lost all his money and belongings. It was difficult for a farmer of his age to get a job even if he helped deliver goods.

He was an obvious Feneportian, so it was difficult for him to get relief food from the church.

He can only enter the East End, and sooner or later he will lose his cart. Either he sells it for a penny or two when he is hungry, or it is taken away by others because he is too hungry to protect his property... Wait until this last moment. A piece of property was also taken away, what was left of him?He has nothing left, only a worthless soul and life, and the clothes and teeth on his body will be worth more than his soul.

At that time, will the kind mother discover that a farmer who has worked silently for his whole life in the land of a fertile country has quietly starved to death in a corner of a foreign country?

"Gentlemen!"

He shouted desperately towards the backs of the two tall sailors:

"A suler! Please, give me a suler!"

"Ten pennies! Ten pennies too..."

The two sailors ignored it and continued to talk and move forward.

The people around him looked at him with a mixture of pity, envy and helplessness. No one dared to catch up with him, no one dared to speak for him.

Boundless anger suddenly arose in his heart - the anger was born out of his despair. He clenched his fist tightly, and this strong yet thin body suddenly gained strength due to his anger and despair. There were blue veins on the back of his hands - after the anger, a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind like lightning.

No, actually this is not the first time.

When family members died, when the church was unable to do anything, when he was forced to leave his hometown, when he was driven away because he could not afford a bribe... This idea came up again and again, but he also thought about it again and again. He lowered his head, just like everyone in the world, thinking that things would turn around for the better, thinking that he was powerless, thinking that he could always find a way to survive with his own hands.

For this reason, I constantly deceive myself and become more weak and pitiful, but "good things" never happen.

This time, the idea was as impossible to ignore as a light in the darkness, burning like a wildfire in the wasteland, and emphasizing: "You have been robbed of nothing."

……

"Let's go faster."

The lighter-haired punisher said, "The investigation task has been completed. There is no need for them to stay outside anymore. If something happens to the gold coin before it is sent to the church, wouldn't they both be in trouble?" ?
But his companion was obviously in a good mood and no longer anxious and nervous as at the beginning.His eyes swept back and forth in this small slum market, looking at these worthless gadgets, and he laughed and said: "I can't wait to drink the cream of mushroom soup made by my wife, which also contains Plus this fresh corn.”

"It's less than a liter. One sole is a bit high, but 6 or 7 pennies should be about the same, right?"

"But I only brought 5 pence." The punisher shrugged, "I just came out to do a task, why did I bring so much money? I usually work long hours, and my salary is basically handed over to me..."

Blood suddenly burst out from his head, and the metal trolley was swung out with incredible force and hit him hard on the back of the head. The iron piece directly cut open the back of his neck.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the cart hit the ground, its wheels were bounced off, and it was completely broken into a pile of scrap metal, causing a scream.

Behind him, the old farmer stood breathing heavily in the distance, his eyes filled with crazy hatred.

The punisher had no time to struggle. The "phantom scales" on his body did not block the dying blow of an old man. He fell directly face down, and red liquid quickly gathered under his face.

The lighter-haired punisher opened his mouth wide. It was true that he had experienced sudden attacks, but he had never seen such behavior before.There was almost no chance for his companion to resist. Subconsciously, he thought that this was the work of the devil. A wind blade flew directly from his hand, leaving a mark on the neck of the old farmer who was still standing there. A fatal wound.

Ding dong, the gold coin hit the ground, stained with bright red blood, and rolled out a long blood mark.

Finally, it fell over, bloodied wrong side up.

TBC
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Audrey did not leave the Cathedral of Light until noon.

The priests' explanation of the Bible gave her a deep understanding. God's power, God's omnipotence, God's contempt, dictatorship and kindness were all vividly displayed. Audrey felt that she needed more time. To think, to conceive of your own purpose.

Irena had already gone back first and ordered the carriage to wait for Miss Hall outside the church.

For a long time in the future, Audrey will live in the Montemar family.She does not hate her new friends, and Irena can also supplement her knowledge and understanding of the Aurora Society, and tell stories and fables from the ancient books of the Aurora Society. These things can help Audrey go deeper. Get to know the Creator, or God, the ancient and mysterious deity.

Do you really want to work hard for the "kingdom of heaven" in this church?

Audrey got into the carriage and the coachman closed the door for her. She looked at the street outside the window and suddenly saw gray fog coming in layers.

Immediately afterwards, the carriage she was in suddenly became infinitely wide, and the gray fog seemed to take her to another place, which was the kingdom of gods she was familiar with. There was also a tall being in the place where her friends gathered. Sitting at the end of the gray mist, he looked at her quietly.

Seeing this scene, Audrey could not conceal her joy. She immediately stood up and saluted happily to that being:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

"It's nice to see you again... I'm very, very happy! Excuse me, will we have a normal Tarot session tomorrow?"

Her words seemed to be thrown into the mist, and an extremely weak echo came from the empty Kingdom of God.The god above seemed to show a smile, and then, the other party's calm words sounded in Audrey's ears:

“You are inspired by Him.”

Audrey was stunned for a moment, and the joy that burst out of her heart gradually calmed down. She asked carefully: "Yes, for various reasons, I followed the Psychological Alchemy Society and joined the Church of the Creator... Mr. Fool, my Does your behavior make you feel unhappy?"

The spirit looked at her quietly.

The time of silence is always difficult. After a long time, or maybe just a few seconds, Audrey heard the other party's words again:

"Have you made up your mind?"

"I...maybe I will make this decision." Audrey still had many things to determine, so she did not answer directly. She calmed down and said calmly, "I received revelations from the Creator twice and also saw the legend. Hermes. During these two days of communication, I found that their teachings are indeed in line with my ideas."

"I see."

"The Fool" was not angry or surprised. He just responded calmly: "You will have enough time to make this decision. This is your choice. Don't worry about my thoughts."

"And don't call Him Creator, call Him God."