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

Chapter 57
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The Flesh Waiter found a corpse from the bathroom upstairs. The water tank and the tiles on the floor were already red and black.Maria's complexion was not very good. She asked the flesh waiter to restore the head of the dead girl so that she could confirm the identity of the deceased and inform her family of the bad news.

Mr. Z leaned against the wall and smoked, looking at the clock on the wall.Flesh waiters who had been away came back with some clothes and rough bread.The hungry girls quietly took from the waiters their last find of clothing, capes, men's shirts, well-worn trench coats, and a wool coat or two that looked good.Although it was a bit messy, it didn't have to be frozen in the cold wind.

Maria closed the windows, lit the fireplace, and the shrouded girls huddled spontaneously on the old sofa, finally getting some heat in the house.The water has not yet heated up, and there is a trace of white steam rising from the spout of the kettle.The girls got a piece of rough bread distributed, and a cup of hot water.They swallowed the food that was not much softer than wood, and ate the dry bread in small bites.

"Thanks to you this time," Maria said.

"Thank you. If you hadn't revealed the news, I wouldn't have had the chance to contact you back in time." Mr. Z took a deep breath of the inferior cigarette without even frowning.It does not have any so-called mellow breath, and the only advantage is that it is particularly choking and spicy, which makes him never forget his difficult life before being saved by the Lord.

Mr. Z dusted off the cigarette ash: "However, Kapin originally wanted to buy your school and workhouse and transform it into a den for selling slaves and women to the rich. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Is there an angel who has been famous for hundreds of years behind the sect?"

"The leader—His Royal Highness Ernst is now far away at sea. Your Excellencies Cosette and Pereas are still more than two months away from their routine report this year. Now the forces in various regions are almost isolated and helpless, even if they are threatened And he was powerless to resist. Capin probably saw this right, so he specifically picked this up now." Maria stared at the girls in the living room, sighed heavily, and her frown that had been frowning for a long time deepened, "Z Sir, your help was very timely. Heh, the person in charge of Backlund's Eastern District is actually only a Sequence 6, I really feel guilty for my weakness."

"Don't say that, Miss Maria, your kindness and tenacity are well known by everyone in the Eastern District." Mr. Z was a little puzzled, "Then what are you planning to do with Capin this time?"

"Another highness has taken a fancy to Capin's soul."

"You mean His Highness Vaughan... indeed, His sacrifice is coming soon, and it's a shame that we haven't prepared enough sacrifices."

Maria didn't hide anything, and told Mr. Z directly: "I want to use His power to get rid of this cancer in the Eastern District."

"But, Miss Maria, even if there is no Capin, there will be a Thorpin, Mapin, these filthy and rotten pustules cannot be eradicated, because the world is so hopeless."

Mr. Z pressed the burnt cigarette butt into the window sill, leaving a shallow sunken charred mark: "So follow the Lord and praise the name of the Lord. I have never seen the peace and redemption promised by the Seven Gods, but I have personally experienced it. The gift and favor of the Lord, so I have faith in Him and His Kingdom. The Lord has given me suffering and saved me from suffering, and my life is finally complete the moment I hear His voice Baptized."

Seeing that Mr. Z's tone became more and more erratic, and he entered the missionary state unique to pious believers of the Aurora Order, Maria opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, and quietly listened to him preaching the gospel of the Lord.

"...Man will suffer and labor without being able to eat until the day he turns into dust, because man was originally molded by God from the dust."

"But the Lord treats all beings equally, is fair and just, and doesn't care about our origins. Even without good education and etiquette, He still picks us from the mud. We don't mind wealth. Nobles can give a lot of money, but even if we have nothing, we have nothing. I don't mind giving my life to my Lord immediately. When the Lord gave me strength, he took away the warmth and happiness of my life first, because only in despair and cold can people learn how to keep warm and survive. But the ignorant people think that seeing death The seven gods who don’t save are good, and my lord who gives alms and saves newborns is evil. Humph, mediocrity. God’s will is so unpredictable. "

Mr. Z has said for a long time that no matter how much brains the members of the Aurora Society have left, they will use their lifelong language attainments when praising the Lord and preaching, and this state will last until the end of the mission. Mr. Z said that his throat was thirsty, and he poured himself a glass of water to drink. Looking back, he saw that the girls who had eaten the food and water had already huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

It was getting dark.It was more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and the haze in Backlund had already covered the light like evening.

"It seems to be a long time since I said it."

"It doesn't matter."

Maria answered him, before the other party started the second stage of missionary work: "It's almost time, I should take the children back. Let's talk about the specific matters later. I will go to the Aurora Society to discuss with you in detail."

"You're leaving now?" Mr. Z was a little surprised, "I'm going to talk to you about the whereabouts of the money right now. You provided the channel, and I'm just responsible for extorting and destroying as much as possible. Mieji, although the ten thousand pounds is nominally for the Aurora Society, I plan to give you at least [-]%. Now that we are allies, we don’t have to stick to funds.”

"..." Maria was a little moved. This is a huge amount of money, and it is indeed necessary to discuss it, but she is worried about the girls.

Mr. Z strikes while the iron is hot: "Miss Maria, thanks to you, I have the opportunity to compete for the best employee this month. Therefore, I can help you send these children back as my most basic gratitude."

"But you must not interfere with their beliefs."

"Faith is a freedom given by God. If some of them are willing to follow my Lord, I will be happy to welcome new compatriots."

"Okay." Maria no longer insisted, she really needs help now, "then wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation, Miss Maria." Mr. Z said, "After you settle them down, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"

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When it was completely dark, Viscount Trainor was grilling meat in his garden.

There were no other servants in the garden, only the gray-haired old butler stood by the barbecue, brushing oil on the large ribs and chicken with a serious face, every movement took care of the corners and corners of the beef with precision , without any error.Traynor squatted on the blanket and sprinkled the seasonings in the same serious way. From time to time, he glanced at the carefully handwritten recipe book next to him, and prepared the sauce according to the records above.The grease fell drop by drop into the anthracite underneath, stirring up a few fleeting wisps of green smoke and a tantalizing aroma.

In the distance near the flower fence, a tabby cat is lying in its luxurious cat nest, squinting its eyes and licking its paws.It sniffed the air, stopped to lick its paws, and suddenly said, "Your smell is wrong."

Trainor was a little annoyed: "You do what you want."

Cihuamao snorted twice, walked gracefully to the side of the barbecue grill, and temporarily lowered its head when passing the notebook.Then it put its paws up next to the warm stove, coiled them around Trainor's legs, tilted its head to look at the grilled chicken on the shelf and the contractor who was trying to roast the meat: "Why didn't you make mushroom roast sauce? Using honey sauce is a little bit It's too perfunctory."

Trainor didn't speak, but reached out and stroked the cat backwards.

Riel bit him angrily, but unfortunately he could not scratch the enemy's skin because he did not become a demon.

The white-haired old butler smiled, and filled the oven with some prepared lemon leaves and herbs to increase the fruity aroma of the roasted chicken.Then sprinkle coarse salt and sugar to enhance freshness. Treynor insisted on rubbing a layer of chili pepper on the chicken according to his own preference. He covered his nose with his paw.

At this time, some vines on the garden wall suddenly moved a few times, and a golden head popped out.

Trainor looked at his roast chicken and clicked his tongue.

I saw the golden head move a few times, as if it was trying to jump onto the wall.Soon a very heavy shadow appeared on the wall.Although he was proficient in his movements, he was still restricted by his own weight. Shadow struggled a few times, and finally fell across the wall and rolled down.

"Great-great-uncle!"

The golden head happily ran towards the grill, slapping off the leaves and dust on its body while running. When it ran in front of Trainor, the strong smell of perfume and alcohol directly washed away more than half of the smell of the grilled chicken.

"Stop!" Traynor stopped, and the blond young man slammed on the brakes, "Why are you here now? Is it a good time?"

"Didn't I want to report to you on the latest progress of weapon research and development..." The young man scratched his head, his blue eyes were squeezed into a thin slit by the excess flesh, and he was wearing a triangular holy emblem of the god of steam and machinery, But his stature and perfume reveal his eclectic life of indulgence.

"Didn't it smell like a scent?"

"Look at what you said. I continued to study according to the notes of my great-great-grandfather and the manuscript left by Emperor Roselle, and the first stage of actual combat was successful." The young man did not shy away, because there were no outsiders present (not even him) A real person), "Great-great-uncle, I paid for these experiments out of my own pocket, and kept them from the church. You can share my roast chicken!"

Treynor handed the old butler a table knife and signaled him to start cutting meat.The old butler first carefully cut out a whole chicken leg, sliced ​​it, spread the sauce respectfully, served it with cherry tomatoes and fresh lobster soup, and handed it to Trainor.Then he cut off a chicken leg and a chicken wing, very finely cut, put his hands on the small table in front of Riel, and filled a bowl of lobster soup for it.

"It's normal for the experiment to be successful. Emperor Roselle and your great-great-grandfather have basically completed all the theoretical designs, and with your ability, I'm not surprised at all that it will be successful." Treynor forked When a piece of meat is put into the mouth, the movement is relatively casual and not so elegant. "The key is how effective they are, whether they can be mass-produced, and how much they cost?"

"These still need to be calculated, but the benefits must be more than ten times higher than the costs. After all, this is exclusive."

The young man found a place to sit down by himself, and happily took the steak meat and roast chicken that the old butler had cut for him: "The heavy machine gun went smoothly, and the shotgun also went smoothly. I also made a sample of a submachine gun. I think All three of these can be used in the army of ordinary people. Heavy machine guns and submachine guns will definitely be very popular! Not only are they portable, but as long as they have enough firepower, their power will not be lost to the Extraordinary of Sequence 8. Shotguns have a wide range but lack accuracy. Not very suitable for combat, but a small-scale battle is definitely a good choice. We can sell it to the natives of the Sonia Sea. They don’t have much extraordinary ability, and they are still fighting with cold weapons and bones. They definitely need our technological products .These firepower weapons will catch the Loenites by surprise, and after they have tasted the benefits, they will definitely continue to buy them, and the Loenites will also come to buy them!"

"Very good." Treynor praised him, "I will continue to leave this matter to you. As long as you pass the third round of actual combat, immediately hand over the samples and drawings to me, and I will build an assembly line in the factory in the Southern Continent .By the way, Sharf, are the believers of the Primordial Moon still contacting you recently?"

Sharf took a bite of the barbecue and showed an intoxicated expression: "It's still there, great-great-uncle, why don't you stop them? It's really tiring to play with them every time. Although I am very relaxed, they are really too... I still don’t want to have anything to do with the evil god.”

"This meat is delicious! Can you tell me how to make it?"

Trainor laughed at himself: "This taste is delicious... at best, it's mediocre. When my father grilled this meat for the first time, even the nobles next door were startled, and came over cheekily to eat. Later, you can copy a copy of the recipe and study it yourself.”

"Would it be so fragrant?" Sharf was very interested.

The war bishop of the Sauron family changed the topic: "Stop talking about this, there is no need to talk about things that happened 200 years ago."

He suddenly became serious, sat upright, and said in a deep voice: "Sharf Maxwell! Listen carefully, I am now fulfilling the agreement with your great-great-grandfather and you to help you escape the shackles of the God of Steam. You want Continue to contact the cultists of Primordial Moon, this is probably your only chance to gain their trust as much as possible. Soon, they should take the initiative to let you leave to serve Primordial Moon."

"I understand, I will try my best to keep my heart, and then use their strength to leave Intis."

"Yes. During this process, I will try my best to help you cover up. After you go outside, I will arrange for people to clean up the traces you left and meet your moon believers. After that, you will be free. Find a place to hide for a while, such as the Rorsted Islands you have been curious about."

Sharf raised his eyebrows, looking forward to it: "Anyway, everyone else is satisfied with their current life, and it's fine if I run away alone. Although His Royal Highness Bonova cares about us, he actually cares about our ability to deal with steam and machinery. The contribution made by the god of steam. There are so many believers in the god of steam in my family, and I am a dude. It doesn’t matter if I have one more, and it doesn’t matter if I am missing. Great-great-uncle, only you have always cared about my future, I am very grateful You. By the way, Uncle Turing should have reached the maintenance period, and I will check it out on time next month."

The old butler smiled and bowed his head: "Thank you very much."

"Be smart, pay more attention to the situation around you, and act well." Trainor was noncommittal, "Turing was given to me by Shire. If anything happens to you, he will really retire with honor."

TBC
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*I'm really happy to see everyone's response, and there are rewards, hahaha sh closed the city and signed the contract in the foreseeable future, so don't have this dream (.) The sense of substitution is very strong, and I already feel like I have lost 100 million!Already in heartache!

tips:
Uncle→father's younger brother→Trainer is one year younger than Shire.

Cosette and Pereas: The only two saints of the Pilgrim Sect, the former is the resident priest of disasters in Fenepot (used to be a pirate), and the latter is the resident master of prophecy in Lunburg (used to be a pirate). A member of the Morse Ascetic Order, who believes in hidden sages, but really can't learn anymore).

(End of this chapter)