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

Chapter 572 24 hours before Utopia opens
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On the morning of December 12st, Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge.

"Father, please save my daughter..." The young but vicissitudes of life's parents knelt in front of the Holy Emblem of the Earth Mother, but looked at Emlyn White with sad eyes, "Please save our daughter. , she has only spent five springs."

Emlyn, who was wearing the same style of priest's robe as Utravsky, clasped his hands and looked at the little girl placed in front of him.

Lethargy, high body temperature, cough, loss of appetite... Although they are all simple and common symptoms, he, an experienced "pharmacist", could tell at a glance that the other party was just a high fever caused by a severe cold, but the other party's parents expected In his eyes, Emlyn briefly asked about the other party's condition, then squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the little girl's eyelids to confirm.

"Don't worry, it's just a fever."

"But she was fine the day before yesterday..."

"It's just a fever."

Emlyn comforted them, but he also knew their true purpose, so he said directly to the assistant behind him:
"A potion for high fever."

"Ok!"

the assistant shouted back.On the side of the church, in the open space prepared for rows of benches, a young man wearing a priest's robe was standing in the center of several large boiling iron pots, occasionally throwing herbs into different large iron pots. , supplemented by a certain amount of stirring.

The iron pot gave off a strong smell of medicinal herbs, and the white steam made the temperature inside the church a little higher than outside.

The assistant's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and muscular arms.

He diligently stirred the contents of each iron pot with a long-handled spoon, allowing the different medicines to be boiled, burned, and fused together.The smell of the mixture of multiple potions was simply pungent, and it was difficult to get used to it even after staying in the church for a long time, but both the assistant and Emlyn were used to it.

After all the ingredients prepared in advance were put away, he waited patiently for another 10 minutes, then scooped up the brown-black liquid inside with an iron spoon and put it into the container brought by the parents next to him.

The thick and pungent black potion only occupied the container. The assistant carried the bowl to the sink, took a large amount of water under the faucet, and brewed the bottle of potion into a common antipyretic potion found in pharmacies.

The current price in pharmacies or clinics is 5 soles and 10 pence for a 70 ml vial.

Most people will pour the medicine into water and drink it slowly several times, not daring to actually take the most effective dose according to the doctor's instructions. And just such a small amount is already half of an ordinary worker's weekly salary. Obviously Not everyone can afford it.

After confirming that there was no problem with overdose, the assistant quickly delivered the bottle of medicine to the patient's parents who were waiting expectantly.

"Drink in five doses." The assistant warned, "Don't save, otherwise the child will get the root of the disease."

The parents thanked the priest and the assistant repeatedly, and the assistant said:

"Fever is not a serious illness, and keeping it at home is not good for the child. I'd better go to the clinic next time."

"Yes, we will go..."

The mother picked up the child and did not answer, while the father's face showed a trace of helplessness and embarrassment.After thanking Emlyn and his assistants again, they left the Harvest Church with their children and potions.

The assistant sighed and said nothing.

The medicines made by "doctors" like him are countless times better than those sold by pharmaceutical factories outside, and the medicinal materials allocated to them by the church are enough to make hundreds of medicines.Of course he could understand the thinking of some civilians and poor people who couldn't afford medicine and couldn't afford to see a doctor, so they had to come to the church to ask for free treatment and medicine. However, if things continued like this, he was still a little worried about this church and his new boss.

The renovation and expansion of Harvest Church is basically completed, but all the furniture and corresponding ritual items have not yet been placed.

Only the left part of the seat used to pray for believers has been installed, and some people are praying. After Fenebaud gave Roen food and human aid, many people started to go to the Mother Earth Goddess out of gratitude. The church was worshiping and listening to teachings - in the open space on the right and against the wall, one after another Feneport people were crowded.

Some of them were seizing the time to close their eyes and rest, while others were watching coldly as the Loen people asked for free treatment.They also don't mind the pungent smell of the priests' boiling potion. In a foreign country, such a smell and palace can help them regain some of the feeling of home.

Emlyn returned to the storage room, took out some glasses and glass bowls, and placed them next to the large kettle with white steam inside the church.

"Here is some medicinal tea to warm you up."

He said to those who were praying and warming themselves in the church, whether they were from Fenerport or not: "Everyone can drink for free."

After saying that, Emlyn turned around and walked to the first row of prayer seats on the left and sat down.

He closed his eyes, intertwined his fingers and leaned against the tip of his nose, and began to pray silently to the Mother Goddess in his heart.

The Feneport people have a natural affinity for the priests of their own faith. While the Loen people were still hesitating, they had already stood up and quietly lined up in a long line in front of the kettle.

The first person in line was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. He poured half a cup of light yellow medicinal tea into a clean glass, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and then took a big gulp.

He exhaled a breath of hot breath, his face turned redder, and he licked his lips. He gratefully said to Emlyn:

"Father White, thank you so much, I feel much better and have some strength again!"

Emlyn temporarily ended his prayer and showed a business smile: "I just did a very small thing, which is not worthy of thanks. I praise my kind mother."

"Praise the Mother Goddess!" the middle-aged man said, washed the glass and put it back beside the kettle.

The people behind came forward one by one, drank the diluted tea boiled with ginger slices and other medicinal materials, and then expressed their gratitude to Father White and the Mother Goddess.

After about ten minutes, the assistant finished cooking the pots of medicinal materials on hand, walked to Emlyn, and whispered:

"Father, there are more people coming for help than we thought, and it is foreseeable that there will be more in the future. Do we need to apply to the church for two more priests, or organize some volunteers to help?"

Emlyn clicked his tongue: "No one has that much time to do free labor."

"I understand. The church's funds can hire two temporary workers every day, and the salary is paid on a daily basis." The assistant nodded, and then he said, "Father, I didn't expect you to accept heretics. Among the patients who came for help today There are only two or three believers of the Mother Goddess, and they didn’t even do any homework before coming for help, and even the mother’s prayers were stuttered.”

Upon hearing this, Emlyn was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed.

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, these words make me a little nostalgic." Emlyn suddenly thought that just a year ago, when last year's "Backlund Great Smog" just ended, he also cooperated with Utravsky to take in He received many mild patients affected by the plague and provided them with timely treatment. At that time, he also asked similar questions.How did Utravsky answer him at that time?

"They are also living beings." Emlyn said carelessly, "Medicine is far cheaper than medicine. Perhaps a rescue will make them realize the kindness of their mother, and they will be grateful for the kindness of the mother goddess in their hearts. This is enough. .”

"Praise mother, and praise you for your kindness."

The assistant made a gesture of holding a baby. He looked at his boss, who looked younger than himself, and said with a smile:

"Father, the consumption of medicinal materials is a bit fast. I am the 'Harvest Priest'. I hope to open a small plot of land in the backyard of the church to grow medicinal materials to slow down the consumption. Do you think this is okay?"

"Whatever you want." Emlyn said, "You are right, we will welcome more people in the future..."...

"Old man, if you walk in this direction, you'll see Trier in front of you, right?"

Leonard flipped through the newspaper in his hand: "I also asked on the way. Trier's railway system is still being improved and upgraded, and Trier has not opened a route to 'Tiland'. It is necessary for us to start from Special Did Lille pass by? Or just go around and go somewhere else?"

"I also asked the port. If we take domestic shipping from here, we can comfortably stay on the ship for a few days and go directly to Dilan."

Pales was silent for a while and said:
"You can decide this yourself."

"There is the same aura of the 'Fool' as you in Trier. It is probably the other kids from your godly meeting."

"Is there anyone else in Trier?" Leonard became more energetic and asked quickly, "Who is it?"

"Here's a hint - Bethel Abraham has now returned to the Abraham family."

"Bethel Abraham? You mean Mr. Door... This being has returned to the Abraham family... Oh! There is also someone closely related to the Abraham family in the Tarot Club. You mean Ms. Magician? Are you going to be a guest in Trier now?”

Leonard thought about the answer for a while, and when he heard the old man in his mind snort, he knew he had guessed it right.

Although the answer was correct, Leonard had no relationship with Ms. "Magician" and was not very familiar with her. He didn't even remember the other person's name.Therefore, he had no intention of going to Trier to visit the other party and the Abraham family - he felt that the old man would not let him go. After all, they were not sure whether Mr. "Gate" would take away the weak, pitiful and helpless people. Sequence II Pales.

"Then who else besides her?" Leonard asked again.

Pales deciphered the answer, but seeing that the other party was near the Church of the Creator, he did not intend to answer.

"Another...are there any female Beyonders belonging to the 'Secret Prayer', 'Sailor'... those five paths in your meeting before God?"

"You're talking about Miss Justice." Leonard recalled it and found that he was not familiar with this lady either. He only guessed through some appearance characteristics and identity habits that the lady was most likely to be Audrey Hall. .

Since there is no familiar person, there is no need to say hello.After all, today is Monday, what if there is a meeting this afternoon... Even if there is no meeting, Mr. "Fool" said that he will restart the meeting, then he and other people can still see each other, and there is no need to visit now.

Leonard thought for a while and made up his mind.

"Let's go directly to the ancient castle of Dilan via the waterway." He said, "Let's first find out who the 'traveler' you mentioned is."

……

The preliminary preparations for creating a marionette town were quite boring and tedious, at least that was what Klein originally thought.

Because Ourolius reported the error too quickly, it was inconvenient for Klein to bring him to Source Castle, so he had to return to Source Castle to rest first, and temporarily arranged for a marionette to carry part of his spirit with Ourolius. office.

In the huge, brand-new, empty library that was just built a minute ago and didn’t even have a single book, Klein’s marionette was sitting on one side of the table, Ourolius was sitting on the other side of the table, and Klein was holding Use an absorbent pen and ordinary paper to write the name, age and destiny of each marionette, while letting the "spiritual insects" crawl out of the body and reorganize into one clone after another next to it.

Some of these Kleins were sitting on the floor, some were taking out food from historical projections, some were trying to turn other clones into their marionettes to help them work, some were trying to seduce Ourolius to become their subordinates, and some were The body appeared on the bed and lay down on it...

Then, they each picked up different professional books from the junk pile and read them carefully.

These are the professional knowledge that different secret puppets need to master. Only in this way can they play their roles well and make him real enough in all aspects, so that even if they have in-depth conversations and interactions with outsiders, problems will not be exposed.

If he simply memorized this knowledge, there would be no difficulty for Klein.

And this time, he also cleverly selected a large number of recently deceased people to directly become his marionettes. They had their own identities during their lifetime, which also gave Klein more direction.

But he must really master it and be able to use it, and cannot let a burly, strong switchman with a low income blurt out how effective a certain skin care product is in moisturizing, or what defects there are in such and such silk - if such a situation occurs in a movie, drama, or opera, It may create a strange attraction that can be put into reality, but it is obviously distorted and is not conducive to the advancement of the ceremony.

"How to Brew Fine Wine", "Train Scheduling", "Dessert Making Encyclopedia"...

"Repair Manuals for Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters and Various Household Machinery", "Dixi Cuisine", "Fundamentals of Law", "Lady's Aesthetics" Magazine, "Self-cultivation of Clergy"...

Klein quickly asked different avatars to learn different knowledge, dividing them into different majors just like a university branches into colleges, and then asked the marionette responsible for this major to manage all related marionettes - after all, the knowledge is common. Even if some confusion does occur, it will not be a big mistake. These are small errors within the allowable range.

Fortunately, there are not too many people in a town who really need to master the corresponding professional knowledge. Most of the residents are semi-literate or even truly illiterate. They rely on experience to live in a hazy way.

For these roles, Klein needs to learn relatively little, just like those workers who go to the assembly line with simple training or no training.

Ourolius watched the identities of each marionette fabricated by Klein and shaped a suitable destiny for them.

He would occasionally ask Klein for his advice:
"Does this man's fate need any more polish? From a human point of view, his life was tragic."

A few of the Kleins who were immersed in studying raised their heads. Some felt that it could bring some change to the other party's fate, while others believed that there was no need to make changes. Finally, as the main body, Klein tossed a coin and decided his decision. Your destiny will take a turn for the better.

After an unknown amount of time, when the sunlight outside the window completely disappeared and the stars in the sky could be seen through the glass, Klein finally completed sorting out the fate and identity of everyone in the utopia.

"Angel of Destiny" programmed the fate of nearly 3 people in five hours at a moderate pace.

Klein looked at the pile of papers on the table and sighed painfully:
"It's like directing a huge movie! And the screenwriter is me, the lighting engineer is me, the prop artist is me, the makeup artist is me, and all the actors are me..."

With the help of Ourolius, Klein indeed feels that his efficiency has increased countless times.

After all, letting the body that is sometimes awake and sometimes confused do this work may turn Utopia into the weird mage paradise it was before.

"Well, there is a problem that you need to pay attention to when running a marionette town: although I am personally a polite and well-educated gentleman, in a town, most of the residents are from the bottom, and they will tend to be vulgar in both speech and behavior... You cannot play the role I can't break through the psychological barrier for a while. But after dawn, I will control outsiders to enter Utopia through chance, so I must do it..." Klein sighed silently, causing the surrounding clones to disintegrate into strips of "spirits" Worms", allowing the "spiritual worms" to crawl back into his body.

As the main body, Klein's "Secret Puppet" is preparing to return to Origin Castle with this knowledge and return to his true body.

Before leaving, he looked at Ourolius and blurted out a question:
"What role do you want to play in Utopia? Let me tell you in advance that I will not let the symbol of God appear in Utopia."

Ourolius was silent for a while and asked:
"So, is an inverted cross okay?"

TBC
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The wind blew against the glass window, and the two of them were silent for a few seconds.

Klein said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)