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

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"You didn't continue to follow?"

The young man with curly brown hair concentrated on decorating the cream cake in front of him, and took the time to ask the young man with a southern face who had just entered the kitchen:
"Your power is perfect for observing in secret."

The young man from the Southern Continent shook his head.Immediately afterwards, he took off his coat, put on an apron, thick baking gloves and a mask. He naturally opened the oven and took out the freshly baked milk cookies.His voice came out muffled from behind the mask:

"It's too dangerous, those are two demigods."

"...If the intelligence is true, Emlyn White should have enmity with the Church of Thunder, but I don't know whether his target will be Rydal Valentine or the entire church."

He usually doesn't like to talk much, and he only talks more when it involves tasks and his own beliefs.

"bump!"

He put two plates of freshly baked hot cookies aside to cool down temporarily. After a while, he would brush them with cream or chocolate sauce according to the order, and sprinkle them with those beautiful pink sugar granules.

A set of 20 pieces put into a beautiful iron box can be sold for 2 to 3 soles.

Undecorated ones in bulk can also be sold for 1 penny each. The former is for the enjoyment of the middle class, while the latter is an occasional luxury for common people.

He skillfully started to beat the eggs, separated the egg yolks and egg whites and packed them separately. He poured sugar into the egg whites in batches and beat them to make fresh cream.The curly brown-haired cake shop clerk also made pink lace decorations for the white cream cake. He picked up a spatula and prepared to make some colorful smearing on the front of the cake. Anyone who looked at his serious look would not think that these two things were the same. A cake chef can be a brutal serial killer.

Of course, this is also quite shocking to the wild demons in the southern continent.After coming to Loen, he was so shocked by the business of Backlund's demon family that he couldn't recover for a long time - but soon he found that he didn't hate it, and even liked doing it.

The young man with curly brown hair smoothed the cake with a steady hand, holding the spatula like a dagger.

"It doesn't matter, to us."

He spoke in a nonchalant manner: "Honestly, do you think the people in Feneport are capable of putting pressure on the Thunder Church? Forget it, let me take a step back and say, can they make the people of Loen hate and fear them?"

"I don't know, resistance in my hometown has never been successful."

The young man from the Southern Continent picked up the cookies, dipped them in a container filled with chocolate sauce, and then sprinkled them with colorful candies.

His tone was unusually calm: "My mother also participated in the march. She was even a small leader of the Spiritual Religion. But the power they had was too little compared to the church and the army, so they all failed."

"But that Bishop White is also a demigod. In terms of high-end combat power, he is on par with the one from Holy Wind Cathedral. But the overall strength... If the other bishops and extraordinary people of the Earth Church don't help him, he will definitely suffer. ." The brown-haired cake chef had already written the words "Happy Birthday" with red strawberry jam on the top of the cake, and installed the delicate cream cake.He tied the ribbon and bow on the gift box and put it aside, waiting for the guests to pick it up. He stopped by to help pack the cookies in the iron box.

"That Emlyn White is not a human. Is he a natural vampire?" the young man from the Southern Continent asked, "His smell is not normal."

"Yes, he was originally an ordinary vampire, and then he probably got the inspiration and favor of the Mother Goddess of the Earth. He joined the Harvest Church, and then he was promoted from Sequence 7 to Demigod three times in a row within a year. The one favored by God is really It’s amazing.”

"The Blood Tribe? It turns out that the Church of the Earth Mother will really attract the Blood Tribe to join the church. What is the purpose of doing this?"

"I don't know that."

The cake maker raised his head and threw the tools in his hand to the other party: "I'm going to buy some goods and pay attention to the prices. You can help me check out the store. By the way, how is your potion digested? I don't want to continue to be here. Cake and bread are being made here.”

The young man from the Southern Continent quietly tested his promotion route: "I haven't made much progress yet, so what are you going to do in the future?"

"Of course I want to go to a factory and be the workshop director. That way I don't have to make cakes and I can just sit around and be lazy."

"...?"

He took off his apron, pulled off his gloves and mask, glanced at his colleague, and said jokingly: "Your power is quite practical. If you ask me, your aura mask shouldn't be a demon, you are suitable to be an assassin." .You just want to hide, but you actually come to act like a devil?"

The young man from the Southern Continent also put the boxed cookies aside: "They didn't hide as well as I did, so they all died."

"Pretty cool." Another person whistled, "I'm leaving."

……

"Free Bishop White!"

The next second this sentence was shouted by someone in the crowd, a gust of wind blew out of the Holy Wind Cathedral, making the people gathered in front of the cathedral almost unsteady, like grass in the wind. Shaking, they all took a few steps back.

The sky was gloomy, the mainly white cathedral was surrounded by strong winds, there was a faint thunder, and the blue-black flags swayed slightly.

An indescribable aura of majesty fell from a high place, causing the Fenebote people who were still emotional just now to instinctively feel fear and surrender. Some of them were so frightened that they even lost the courage to scream. , fell directly to the ground, and the rest almost used all their strength to continue standing where they were, instead of turning around and running away tremblingly.

Even so, their momentum was suddenly shattered, and they were pale and speechless.

Raydal Valentine stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the upper floor and stared down, his face gloomy and serious, like the cloudy sky above his head.

At the moment, it seems that there are at most a hundred people, which is not enough to shake anything.Of course, this demigod would not let them act recklessly in front of the former church of Thunder Church. Just a hint of majesty was enough to make ordinary people bow their heads and surrender.

But he also had to show anger and dissatisfaction, making Emlyn White bow his head and admit his mistake, and proactively give in to help him investigate the incident.

The intervention of the Thunder Church will make these foreigners nervous, but due to their own country's beliefs, can they still refuse?
A team of "Punishers" filed out from the side doors on both sides. The team of five people was a bit small compared to the nearly a hundred people on the opposite side, but in fact, only one "Punisher" captain was needed to kill all these unarmed people. Take control.If it weren't for the purpose of testing what the hidden promoter was going to do, Radar wouldn't even bother to send people out to control them. He would just use his own breath to frighten all these people and flee in panic.

Today is a working day, and there are not many people coming to the church to worship. Therefore, the people of Loen who came to worship were caught off guard by the people of Feneport who suddenly came in groups. They were almost completely dispersed, and the rest He also hid in the church and did not dare to come out.

The leader of the "Punisher" captain has arrived in front of the people of Feneport, and his expression is very ugly.

"Who ordered you to come here?!"

He asked directly, his fierce and stern eyes swept across the foreigner's body like a knife. Seeing that no one spoke for a moment, he raised his voice: "Answer me, who ordered you to come here!"

The scattered Loen people were also squeezed among them, unable to move or making a sound.

"It was you who captured our bishop!" Someone in the crowd far away shouted in a hoarse voice, "You... you not only captured the bishop, but also killed our friends..."

"Fart!" The captain of the punishment substitute's voice was louder than him, and he was even more emotional. He said a curse word almost without thinking, "Your archbishop is harboring a murderer!"

"I don't know you at all! But my wife and children were blown up to death by that madman!!"

If he hadn't happened to be on night patrol, he might have stayed with his family and caught fire with the loud noise before dawn.He might be able to survive with his excellent defense, but he could only watch his wife and children die.

"We found him and asked him to take responsibility for the innocent victims. He insisted that we should take action first, and then turned around and left!"

Thinking of the thunderous sound of the gas explosion in the morning, the burning home, the despair at the moment when he learned that the place of the accident was his own residence, and the bodies covered with white sheets that could no longer recognize their original appearance. The charred corpse... The punisher's eyes almost burst out with fire, and his hatred was unleashed on every Fenebaudian in front of him indiscriminately.He gritted his teeth and said:
"You actually said we should arrest him? He turned around and walked away, unable to stop him - whoever dares to arrest him can catch him!"

Probably because his emotions were so real, the people around him slowly changed their attitudes.

They were originally curious about and grateful to these Feneport people who came to Loen to help reclaim the wasteland. They also became interested in this country because of the low-priced grain bread that saved themselves, their parents, family, and friends and neighbors. Natural goodwill, even if they don't have either of these things, the dusty, vicissitudes and nervous appearance of these people in front of the Holy Wind Cathedral can still arouse people's compassion for those in need of help.But now, with the bloody and tearful accusations of the punishers falling loudly, they all suddenly realized that these foreigners may not be friendly to themselves and others, and may even be hostile.

Under such circumstances, how could they not be wary and instinctively favor people of the same nationality and belief as themselves?

Such emotions may only have arisen in the hearts of five or six unrelated passers-by at first, but they soon spread to almost everyone.

In the past, there was still reason among them, and more fair people would have thought about what the Feneport man said at the beginning, "You killed our friends." But now, what many people are thinking is:
As expected, these foreigners are still dissatisfied with becoming a vassal state!

They are dangerous and may threaten the lives and property of themselves and their families!

Isn't that priest a living example?He did nothing and knew nothing, yet he was angered and lost his family.

"I'm telling you, these people are destabilizing factors in society..."

"Have you seen their clothes? They are so casually dressed, not formal. Their skin is dark and red. They look rude and uneducated."

"...Their scope of activities should be restricted. Since they are here to reclaim wasteland, they cannot enter Backlund City."

"You're right. If you need anything, don't you just go to the East District? It's really troublesome for us in the city! Finally, we don't have to worry about those robbers. If I sit in a public carriage with them, I will definitely scared……"

"By the way, will the Fenebote grain on the market return to its original price in a few days?"

For a time, various voices sounded in people's hearts and ears.

No matter how bad the Feneborters are at observing words and expressions, no matter how dim the winter nights are, the Feneborters can already feel the unfriendly, vigilant, and even suspicious eyes coming from all directions. Come on, fall on yourself.

Those whispers and maliciously repulsive glances intertwined into a large network, airtight and breathless.The leader's face was pale and his whole body was shaking. He didn't know whether he was irritated by the other party's words or oppressed by the extraordinary man's momentum.

"You...you were obviously the one who made the first move...!"

His lips were trembling as he pointed at the punisher opposite, unable to say a word.

When the punisher saw the other party pointing his index finger straight at him, he was immediately furious.

He moved his eyes and looked around, and found that the atmosphere at this moment was obviously towards him, and people were condemning and accusing each other with their eyes and whispers.

In front of the church of his own church, with everyone's acquiescence and support, even the archbishop did not send a message to stop him - he suddenly became bolder, no longer restraining his anger, and took two steps forward. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's collar fiercely, throwing the adult male directly to the ground like a light rag doll.

"Why are you pointing at me?"

boom!The Fenneport man was thrown three or four meters away with a muffled sound.

"Why are you pointing at me!" the substitute punished loudly, "You stormed the Holy Wind Cathedral, threatened the safety of our believers, and you actually pointed your fingers at the priest of the church! You Feneport people don't know etiquette at all. How do you write these two words?!"

An adult man who looked to be in his 40s actually curled up in pain and was unable to get up from the ground.

There were faint sounds of laughter and whistling from the crowd of Loen people watching. It seemed that some gangsters who liked watching the fun also started to poke their heads in. Almost everyone turned a blind eye to this obvious act of violence.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become some kind of justice, some kind of unquestionable authority.

"what are you doing!"

This action immediately raised the hearts of all the people in Feneport, and several people cursed angrily on the spot.They immediately stood in front of their fallen companion, but the next moment the strong wind hit their faces, which was like a blunt knife cutting into their faces on a winter night.The wind blew them so hard that they couldn't even stand still. Even if they covered their faces with their arms, they couldn't open their eyes, let alone say anything to refute the other party.

"I remember you!"

Suddenly someone pointed at his face and shouted, "I remember you! Someone was selling my grain at a low price before. I asked you for help, but you said it was not yours to take care of, and you chased me away, telling me not to interfere with official duties..."

The punisher paused for a moment, looked at the speaker, and found another completely unfamiliar face.

Not only that, he didn't even remember what the other person said - why did he remember such a small thing?Market price matters are not his business!This person can't decide the price of selling things himself, so what does it have to do with him? ——The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Now that he had become the authority here, there was still someone who dared to point his finger at him again without blinking an eye!This boring accusation instantly made him furious. He strode forward, grabbed the hand pointing at him, and dragged the other person out of the crowd.

This tall young man who looked to be in his thirties had no resistance in the hands of the Sequence 5 Beyonders and was dragged over like a little chicken.He was also startled by the other party's amazing strength. Just as he was about to speak, he saw one of the other party's hands raised high.

The young man closed his eyes subconsciously.

At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the bright red moon hung in the sky.

The Punisher felt his eyes blurred, and then his body flew out just like the Feneport man just now.

He hit the ground hard, and then felt sharp pain in the wrists of both his hands.His wrist was dripping with blood, and the scales hidden under the skin had all cracked. The skin also cracked in the moment, like a fish with scales scratched on the chopping board.

He raised his head and saw a figure facing the moonlight, and a pair of cold eyes the same color as the moon.

The red moonlight shone down, and the moonlight shrouded the square in front of the Holy Wind Cathedral. Everyone in Feneport felt a sudden sense of stability in their hearts. They unanimously looked forward to the realization, with eyes of expectation and joy. Watching the familiar bishop appear there.

Emlyn did not speak. He looked around, stretched out his hand to pull up the man who had fallen to the ground, and handed him to his friend. Then he fixed his gaze on the man who slowly walked out of the Holy Wind Cathedral.

"Bishop White."

"..."

Raydar Valentine was unmoved: "You have also seen the situation. There is another dispute between your followers and my subordinates. This time, we should resolve the conflict no matter what."

His eyes swept over the crowd around him, and he asked meaningfully:

"Do you want to continue here and let everyone see your bad side, or do you want to take them away and let's continue talking?"

"It's not me. I really want to solve the problem, but you always seem to be insincere." Emlyn said expressionlessly, "Bishop Valentine, you are very powerful. I can't tell you. You might as well tell me directly. Me, what exactly do you want from me?”

Leidar smiled: "I knew you were a good and reasonable person. After all, not every bishop has such a kind heart as yours."

"My request is also very simple, just like the one in the morning. Hand over the murderer's accomplices and let them receive a fair trial. Then we can discuss the things behind this matter. We should not allow dangerous elements to continue to roam in Baker. Rand.”

"I already told him that he has no homosexuality at all..." Emlyn clearly felt the hands of the believers behind him tightening their grip on his clothes.

"This is my request, Mr. White, do you think you can accept it?"

TBC
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After being dragged out for a day, the screams and jumping of ten or even nine children and the strong smell of smoke are still echoing in my ears.