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

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"Maybe the thunder just now scared little Will." Allen opened the umbrella, and Velma put a small hat on the baby to prevent the baby's head from getting wet from the rain. The couple left the station and walked along the street. Go forward through the eaves and look for the hotel's sign.

"I think so too," Velma said. "Will had been looking at the station just now. He was very quiet and showed no signs of crying."

But there was no thunder when talking to the train conductor who was obviously of Fusac blood just now. This small flaw was ignored by the couple.

After walking a few steps, although he didn't see the tram, Allen quickly saw the carriage waiting for guests at the station entrance.The couple got into the taxi with their children and luggage in their arms, and said to the driver:
"Go to the Municipal Square."

In the Kingdom of Loen, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the municipal square.

"Sir, are you here for a trip?" the coachman asked in a familiar voice while letting the horse turn quietly.

Allen and his wife looked at each other and knew this immediately.Considering safety issues, Allen, who often travels on business, hid it: "No, I am here to visit my cousin's manor. It's just that it rained suddenly, so he has no time to pick us up for the time being."

Although they only stayed in this strange city for one night and would leave before seven o'clock tomorrow morning, they still had to pay attention to protecting themselves, not to mention that they had children with them.

"Then do you need to go to a hotel closer to the manor area outside the city?" the coachman asked tentatively in a very ordinary tone of recommendation.

Allen guessed that the other party might have a hotel owned by an acquaintance or relative. In order to prevent being deceived, Allen said decisively: "I want to go to a quiet hotel, preferably where I can have a good sleep and take a hot bath. Try the food here again.”

In the current era and in Loen, there are not many hotels that can supply hot water almost all day or most of the day. Allen's words are equivalent to asking to find a four-star or even five-star hotel.

"Okay..." the coachman responded while thinking, "delicious dinner, hot water, a good accommodation experience for one night, and it is not too far from the station. The hotel next to the Municipal Square meets your requirements."

Will didn't cry anymore. He concentrated on sensing the direction of fate, trying to change it, or try to detect the disturbing parts of this trip as early as possible.What's more, these changes came faster than he thought. Just at the station just now, he had discovered that a slender black line extended from the back of the conductor of Fusac descent and passed through the roof of the station. , rising tiltedly into the sky due to the north.

——But after he put away the "Dice of Probability", he suddenly couldn't see the spiritual line again!
It is obviously a "secret puppet", but if you stop using uniqueness, what appears in Will's eyes is a normal person, a living person. Even he, the mercury snake of sequence one, cannot see the fate of the other person. Any questions!
Moreover, the Minsk Mountains are in the northeast, but the direction of the spiritual line is due north.

This city should be located in the hinterland of Fusac, and the resort village at the foot of the mountain is just a cover to coax the Loen people to travel.

"A 'Secret Puppet Town'... and the fate of the Secret Puppet inside is completely natural. There is no doubt that they cannot be written by a person who needs to be promoted to Sequence One. They are either written by the 'Master of Origin Castle' or Uro Lucius..."

This realization made Will anxious as never before. The only reason why he could stay in his parents' arms with peace of mind instead of finding a way to die prematurely and start a new cycle on the spot was that the other party did not help Wu. Lolius came directly to capture him.

"As long as you get in the car, you will get there, but it doesn't seem to be mandatory at the moment. I still have a choice."

"...But even if it doesn't come directly, fate has begun to turn!"

"The fates of Ourologis and I are bound to intersect. He should have noticed it and is waiting for me somewhere... Sure enough, I was one step behind Ourologis at this time. I should take the initiative to participate in Secret Puppet Little Town', take the initiative to try to contact Klein. If all the fate of this city really comes from the hands of Ourolius, wouldn't it mean that a big web has been woven..."

Will's little face wrinkled up, and he lay on his mother's shoulder and sighed.Ms. Velma gave her little son a funny look. She couldn't imagine what trouble such an old child could have.

As the carriage moved forward, Allen cast his gaze out the window and observed the situation outside.

Because of the heavy rain, people on the road were hurrying around holding umbrellas. Even the newsboys could not be seen. Some people waved to the carriage under the eaves. After seeing that it was already full of passengers, they had to lower their arms desolately.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a rather grand-looking hotel.

Allen was relieved when he saw this. He got out of the car first. After paying the fare, he held an umbrella over the heads of his wife and children and walked quickly into the hotel.

A crashing sound sounded behind them.

After checking in, putting away their luggage, and resting for a while, the family of three went to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy dinner.

Allen first wrote a text message to his friend, explaining that he and others were temporarily staying in South Wales due to heavy rain. Then he wrote down the hotel and time where he and his family were staying, and asked the waiter to help mail it before the post office closed. .After ordering the main course, he carefully ordered a glass of Southwell beer according to his drinking capacity, a warming cream of clam chowder, followed by apples and dairy products for the children.

Although he didn't have high expectations for the beer in the local restaurant, Allen immediately smiled after taking a sip.

Sitting by the window of the hotel restaurant, listening to the sound of rain outside and tasting local premium beer, Allen felt quite comfortable.

When he was halfway through eating, Allen saw a few more people push open the restaurant door and walk in.It seemed that they were also passengers going out, and what caught Allen's attention the most was a young man who, like the previous train conductor, had obvious Fusac-like appearance.

"...My hometown...Utopia Town is just the right time to travel...warm ovens, sleds pulled by dogs and reindeer...delicious cured meats...when the weather is fine, you can look up from the city. See the scenery of snow-capped mountains in the distance.”

Allen heard the other party speak intermittently, also in Rune language.

He glanced at his little son subconsciously, worried that his child would be frightened by the unfamiliar environment and the sound of words, but found that Will, who was staying in his mother's arms, seemed to be listening attentively to the conversation at the table. Signs of more crying and fussing.

He then turned his head with peace of mind. At this time, Allen discovered that several people at the table seemed to be passengers on his own train. However, at this moment, several people were talking about the resort city "Utopia". It seems that they are already familiar with it.

It seemed that the two trains were sheltering from the rain in this town together, giving the passengers on board a chance to communicate.

The young man with light brown to blond hair and the appearance of Fusac said in proficient and authentic Runen language:

"We pour special maple syrup into the tea, which is also a specialty of my hometown. It's very delicious, and even the ice wine and sparkling ice tea have a refreshing sweetness."

"...No, Utopia is not close to the port... Occasionally you can go to a nearby city to eat fresh fish and shellfish... There is a river in the city, and people will fish in the river in winter."

"Won't it be very cold?" someone asked.

"Yes, it's very cold. Every river will be frozen in winter, except for the ice-free port." The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to gesture, "We will open a hole in the ice, and then sit on the edge of the hole to fish... Ice The layer is so thick that kids can even skate on it.”

“The water in Utopia is very clean.”

"In winter, we also soak in hot springs and drink ice wine in the hot springs."

People looked at each other. Most of them were Loen people who had never been to other places. They could not imagine the scenery and customs in the north.Hearing this, they all made sighing sounds.

“…We have many celebrations and festivals about wine, and when we need ice in the heater, we can go directly to the river to cut ice. We cut a lot of ice cubes, and then smash the ice cubes in containers and put them in In the wine glass, sometimes there’s a fish on the ice.”

After saying that, the young man picked up his glass, toasted with other passengers, and drank a large glass of beer in one gulp.

"Velma."

Even Allen was a little tempted by the words. He looked at the people at the table and asked his wife: "Do you want to go on vacation to the snowy mountains in the northeast?"

Velma pursed her lips and smiled: "You just told me that you are not interested in the customs of the barbarian empire."

"Will looks very interested." Allen looked at the child.

Will bit his thumb, still looking at the table opposite, with such concentration that his parents couldn't help laughing.

In His eyes, the young man of Fusac descent also had a thin black line on the back of his neck heading north - is this city called "Utopia"?It is at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and has beautiful scenery. It is attracting outsiders to visit and interact with it.No matter how you look at it, this is a promotion ceremony for the "Secret Attendant" - Will listened to the other party's introduction attentively.Due to the existence of Ourolius, things related to "Utopia" will frequently appear around him, and he must be prepared for unexpected entry.

"It looks like it will be difficult to escape..." Will twisted his little eyebrows.

He wanted to choose a relatively proactive way to get in there.

After finishing the delicious dinner, Alan drank the last sip of beer and went to the bar to pay the bill with satisfaction.

“The local beer in South Wales is better than anything I’ve had before.”

The waiter smiled:
“The beers we use in our restaurants are the freshest, sourced from out-of-town wineries – supplied directly to high-end hotels and restaurants.”

Allen was about to give some more compliments and ask if he could buy a few bottles and pack them to take away. At this moment, another figure suddenly appeared next to him, and the tall young man also came to check out.Allen moved aside, but unexpectedly the other party looked at him and took out a business card and a travel leaflet.

"Sir, I see you have been listening to my introduction to Utopia."

The young man handed the business card and travel leaflet to Allen, his eyes full of sincerity and expectation: "Are you interested in traveling to Utopia? We currently have cooperative activities with many hotels."

Allen hesitated for a moment, but took the travel brochure. He looked at the front and back and found that there was a [-]% discount coupon for staying at a local hotel.He was a little excited at the moment, so he accepted the other party's business card with a smile: "I will consider it." Just as he was about to put the business card into his pocket, he suddenly felt a small force trying to take it away.Allen raised his head and found that his wife was holding the child and came to him, and Will stretched out a small hand and was grabbing a corner of the business card.

Allen smiled and let go.

Will took the business card, looked up and down a few times, and then looked at the Marionette, who was no different from a living person.

Marionette blinked at the little baby and said to Allen:

"You can also find your way to Utopia at any station."

Allen asked with interest: "Is it a secret signal to the flight attendant?"

Secret Puppet nodded: "Yes. Just take the flyer and tell the flight attendant that you want to go to platform nine and three-quarters."

……

“I’ve already said it—I’ll tell you one last time, no fighting in Harvest Church!”

Emlyn was a little annoyed and separated the two people who were fighting together, and controlled the two people who had the dispute with one hand.Although he looked like a tall and slender young man, his hands were stronger than everyone present combined.

Even though they had been forcibly separated, the two still stared at each other with unconvincing eyes.

"Father, he was the first..."

Just as the Feneport man was about to speak, Emlyn interrupted him impatiently: "You have injuries on your body, and the wounds will burst when you are emotional. Also, this is a church. We are in front of the Mother Goddess. Don't Yelling."

The Feneport man had no choice but to shut his mouth in dissatisfaction, while the Rune man opposite gave him a cold look, wrapped up his clothes and turned around to leave.

Seeing that passers-by were starting to pay attention to his place, Emlyn had a headache and just wanted the matter to end quickly.Therefore, he acquiesced to the direct departure of one party in the dispute, and turned around to comfort the Feneport man: "What on earth were you arguing about? Why did you start fighting after leaving the church? You came here for help after fighting with others in the East End. , I didn’t tell anyone that you were also a participant.”

"He deserved it when he scolded us."

The Feneport man said forcefully. He gathered up his somewhat worn coat, which caused his movements to be uncoordinated due to the injury.Emlyn's comfort had no effect, but made him even more angry when he recalled it: "...I just want him to know that the food they can afford now is all grown by us, and they should thank us. Yes, you have no right to yell at us.”

"He is also a believer of the Mother Goddess and has been here to pray for a week." Emlyn said, "I do not recommend that there should be disputes between believers. Don't you think this goes against the Mother Goddess' meaning of 'life is precious and a good harvest is a joy'? "

"..." The other party pursed his lips vigorously and turned his head to the side, "Praise the Mother Goddess. I'm sorry, Father."

Emlyn was about to speak when he suddenly saw the other party turn his head suddenly again, with red bloodshot eyes:
"Father, do you really think that the converted Loen people are our church members?"

"They are just speculators who temporarily converted because they got food! Their original belief may be the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Goddess of Night. Even if they believe in the Mother Goddess now, they will convert to other beliefs in the future because of favors! Only We are the most religious.”

Probably because he was in Loen or at the door of the church, his voice was lowered, but the content was very rude, which made Emlyn frown deeply.

"According to what you said, I later converted to the Mother Goddess. I am neither pious nor trustworthy."

"No, Father White, you are the favored one of the Mother Goddess. Of course I didn't mean that."

Emlyn's tone also began to become a little harsh:
"Whether they are Loen people or Feneport people, as long as they believe in the Mother Goddess, I think they are all our church members - well, I know you are very unconvinced. When he comes next time, I will Let him communicate well with you and communicate rationally and equally."

The man from Feneport opened his mouth. He was lucky to get an explanation in a foreign country. He could only say:

"...Well, Father, I believe in your justice and kindness."

"Then let it be like this." Emlyn said, "But I must say that from now on, you and your companions, it is best not to participate in those opposition activities. You were lucky last time and it was only a minor injury. I am I heard that another person died in yesterday’s riot in the East District.”

The Feneport man's lips moved: "...That's my neighbor. He is a very good person. I must ask for an explanation for him."

"This kind of thing should be left to the church..."

"The church didn't reply to us at all! Father, have you already reported it?"

Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "The East District is not under my jurisdiction. The Harvest Church is already the most powerful one in the Mother Goddess Church, but I can only be responsible for the affairs of the surrounding three blocks. Your neighbor I'm sorry about that."

"So, in a place like the East End where no one cares, even if you die, the church may not speak for us!"

The Feneport man became angry again, and he asked Emlyn angrily:
"Father White, why have you been speaking for the Loen people? Aren't you our priest? Aren't you the favored one of the Mother Goddess?"

Emlyn was also asked angrily: "Even so, I grew up in Loen, and I don't want to see believers killing each other. Now that I already have a church and a responsible area in Loen, there is no need. Must go to Feneport.”

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but he didn't expect that the Feneport man opposite him suddenly showed a look of disappointment and astonishment.

Emlyn suddenly had a bad feeling. He felt that he seemed to have said something wrong, but he still said like a priest:

"...That's it. I have applied for church subsidies for you. You can get more money later. That's it for today. You can go back first."

The Feneport man thanked him in a low voice, and then left without looking back.

TBC
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After leaving the Harvest Church, the people of Fenebaud headed forward towards the nearby square.

He searched the crowds in the square with anxious and longing eyes, and sure enough, he soon found his target.

He walked over quickly, and before he got close, he couldn't help but speak:

"Sir, it's exactly what you said!"

"Father White is indeed not on our side. He is still facing the Loen people from the bottom of his heart... He actually said that those Loen people who insulted us and suppressed us are also our church members..."

He briefly described what happened just now, but when he thought of Emlyn's words just now, the Feneport people felt the anger in their hearts rising for no reason, and even greater malice arose.

But then he felt afraid of his malice in that moment. No matter what, Father White helped them. He gave him the bandages and medicines on his body now. How could he think of him like that?
The person sitting on the bench reading the newspaper put down the newspaper and patted the empty seat next to his bench very affectionately: "Sit down first."

"Thank you."

The Feneport people thanked them sincerely. There were not many Loen people like this gentleman who had no pretensions and did not discriminate against them.

"Father White is from Loen. It's normal for him to hope that Loen and Feneport people can live in peace. It's not surprising even if he wants to protect them." The gentleman said calmly, "So you can't hate him for this reason. , haven’t you figured it out yourself?”

"Yes, but..."

The Feneport man felt extremely uncomfortable. He clenched his fists and couldn't say anything.

"What a pity. I thought you had found someone you could rely on. It seems that the thoughts of God's Favorite are quite detached. In his eyes, there are only church members who believe in the same god. There are no contradictions or foreigners. It's really us A height beyond the reach of mortals."

With every word he said, the Feneborters' fists clenched tighter.

The resentment and anger in his heart grew like crazy, and he couldn't help but start to complain about Emlyn White, who always favored the Loen people.

The gentleman sighed with emotion, and then asked normally:
"Father White doesn't seem to support your idea. By the way, I have something to tell you."

The Ferneport man's eyes unconsciously shifted to the other party. His attention was not very focused, but the other party's next words in a low voice were clearly heard: "The one who killed your neighbor." The Extraordinary One lives on Second Street in the Jowood District..."

"But he had a gun and extraordinary strength, those winds that sliced ​​your shoulders and your neighbor's belly, you remember that, right?"

"...So, even if you know it, it's useless. Living is the most important thing...right?" (End of Chapter)