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

Chapter 88 Two Mythical Creatures Talking About People

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The round tower, inside the chief room.

The "shadow" who monitored the whole process of Derrick described the whole process of the matter.Colin Iliad, who had gray hair and a scar on his face, listened quietly, nodded slightly and said:

"Derrick or Amon did make preparations in advance. Candles engraved with symbols, strange items that would allow Dak to expose his problems, whispered prayers under the pretext of pouring water, and finally sending that item away The sacrifice ceremony shows that the whole thing is developing according to his plan."

"Two questions, one, who is the hidden symbol on the candle pointing to, Amon himself or the god behind him? Second, why would Amon not want this clone, but let the abnormality of the exploration team be exposed, because he and the curtain The one behind is the mortal enemy? Then why did he stay quietly in the City of Silver for 42 years?"

"Could it be that he predicted this in advance, so he deliberately met the previous exploration team, and let the avatar reside in their body, so as to destroy the plot of the person behind the curtain? The 42 years of waiting are for this moment ?”

Hearing the chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said, "Maybe it's true!"

"Your Excellency 'Chief', think about it, why Amon waited patiently for 42 years, but after Derrick locked him next door, he suddenly let Yudel lose control? Because the time in the prophecy is coming, he is eager to change to someone who can be free The parasitic target of the action destroys the plan of the one behind the curtain!"

"Indeed, we only thought about something abnormal about Derrick before, and didn't consider the timing."

City of Silver "Chief" Colin responded thoughtfully.

The "Shadow" monitor immediately said: "Your Excellency 'Chief', please immediately control all members of this exploration team, they definitely have problems! Elder Lovia, she may also be contaminated!"

Colin frowned slightly and said, "Before you reported this matter, even before Dark went out, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of the exploration team were polluted by something. It is recommended to do a certain amount of monitoring in secret, and if necessary, let them guard Elder Harwick's upside-down mausoleum."

Harwick was the former "Chief" of the City of Silver. He built a deep underground mausoleum for himself. After that, he lived in it and appeared less and less. In the end, the gate was closed and could no longer be opened.

"Elder Lovia mentioned the abnormality long ago?" the monitor of "Shadow" asked back in astonishment.After getting an affirmative answer, he whispered half puzzled and half relaxed: "Elder Lovia has no problem."

"I have already sent people to control the members of the exploration team, but we cannot ignore other possibilities."

"By the way, is there anything unusual about the Scolds?"

"No." The monitor quickly shook his head, "They have been living normally, hunting and patrolling, and their child is still growing fast. According to the doctor, it is almost four months now."

"okay, I get it."

"Chief" Colin breathed out and said, "Let Avro come over, and I will interrogate Derrick Berg with her."

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Lovia remained silent, sitting in her own room, holding the skull tightly in her hands, as if she wanted to gain some warmth from it.

She thought that she must have made a wrong judgment. The food was not a gift from the gods, nor was it the same thing as the mural that allowed her to gain faith but retain her reason. Her team members had indeed become compatriots, but At the same time, it seems that a lot of things are lost, such as self and reason... They are no longer themselves.This method is wrong. It is not the correct way to communicate with the Lord, nor can it spread the faith smoothly. Instead, more than a dozen young people lost their lives in vain due to their own mistakes.

I made a mistake, I killed them.Lovia slowly lowered her head, buried her face in the shadows, and hugged her husband's skull tightly.

But tens of seconds later, she raised her head again with firm eyes.

The verdict of the Council of Six has not yet arrived, and she still has some things to do. She wants to inform the Great Lord about the mysterious existence.She put the skull aside, broke her left hand with her right hand, and the flesh squirmed and tried to reconnect.While she was silently reciting the prayer she had just heard from Dak through flesh magic and occultism, she broke off the fingers of her left hand one by one, put them in her mouth, and bit down extremely hard, causing bones and flesh to crumble in her mouth ring.

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Backlund, the stronghold of the Aurora Society, inside the underground temple.

Wearing a black robe with a hood, Mr. A knelt quietly in front of the upside-down giant statue, without moving for a long time.This is his punctual evening prayer every day. After a day's work, he will come here on time, think and silent for a long time under the statue of the Lord, seeking inner peace.

Last week's disastrous failure forced him to rest for two days. Fortunately, he missed the Aurora Society's first outstanding employee commendation meeting because of this, so he didn't have to look at the corner of Z's mouth that stretched to the back of his head.After being able to go to the ground, A secretly swears that the number one of this month must be herself!It must be your own in the future!I won't let Z get lucky again!The Lord's spell belongs to himself!
Suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, snapped his right index finger with his left palm.He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.

Gollum!

Mr. A's throat squirmed, and he swallowed the crushed finger into his belly.His body trembled suddenly, as if he was being held and shaken by an invisible person.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood from the wound.

Those words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and common language of Loen.The bright red color quickly condensed, and the individual words were pieced together into several paragraphs:

"turn up:
"The fool who is not of this age;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck.

"The favored ones and believers are in Backlund."

With the end of the content of "Divine Enlightenment", Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew out of the wound.

He lowered his head and carefully looked at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.

"I only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated himself on the ground, as if he had found the meaning of existence again.

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Amon played with the Rubik's Cube enthusiastically.

Although relying on the ability of a decryption scholar, he can see the fastest restoration method at a glance, but he is now learning how to get pleasure from monotonous behavior, so he selectively forgets the solution he just solved, and reverses it one by one Playing the Rubik's Cube, I restored the first side not very skillfully, and thought hard about how to restore the second side.

There is no plastic in this world. The Rubik's Cube is made of metal, which is heavy in the hand. When it is twisted, there is obvious resistance to the rotation of the grid.

After finally getting the first and second sides together, Amon suddenly found that the corner of the first side had turned to the corner of the other side. If he got it back, the second side that had just been completed would return to the other side. Before liberation.Amon was stunned, and Amon felt that this was also a part of learning. Amon thought hard, Amon scratched his head, Amon thought to no avail, but he didn't want to see the standard answer he deciphered, so he picked up the hammer.

"That is the second Rubik's Cube invented by Emperor Roselle."

Edward found out that Amon was trying to cheat, and reminded him coolly: "The first one was destroyed in the fire, and the third one was preserved by the Church of Steam. He only made three by himself, and only the ones left outside The second one is very popular. The current auction price of the second Rubik's Cube is almost 200 million pounds, which is enough to buy a Sequence 3 Extraordinary characteristic."

"Can this be as good as me?" Amon put down the hammer reluctantly, "It cannot be stolen, and it has no Extraordinary characteristics. It is not even a sealed item. A mere 200-year-old thing will be fired because of its additional meaning. The price is sky-high, and human values ​​are really incomprehensible."

After finishing speaking, he put down the Rubik's Cube, stood up and stretched, walked to the bed and looked out: "I was imprisoned by you for 158 years, and after I came out, I felt that the world has not changed, that is, there are more people, and the factory is bigger. One thing, even the layout of the newspaper has not been changed. And there is no interesting news here, I kind of want to go back to your throne and continue to study the history, culture and real games of the old era."

"If you're so greedy for my host and switch, just transfer to Ancient Scholars and play with historical projection."

"That's only 15 minutes."

Amon squeezed his eyes, sat down on the reserved window sill of the oriel window, leaned half of his body on the glass, looked down, and looked down at the streets and crowds in the Jowood area.The sky is almost always shrouded in yellow-gray haze, which is composed of incompletely burned coal and dust from various chemical products, and is the chief culprit for reducing the average life expectancy of Backlund's population.

After the haze, the dim white light of the sun is faintly revealed. It doesn’t need to be much brighter in the evening at 15 o’clock in the morning. You can see the white marble exterior wall of the Holy Wind Cathedral and the spire reaching into the sky from a distance: “[-] minutes is not enough for me to finish a boss Well. I heard that there will be gaps in some specific places in several cathedrals of the Church of the Storm to simulate the sound of wind and waves, just like the echo in a conch. I don’t know if it’s true.”

"There is indeed such a craft."

Edward naturally took up this sudden turning point: "They also make amulets from irregular pearls and conch shells. The storm and the sea are always closely related, and the carrier can reflect the rage of the wind."

"In ancient times, when humans could not control thunder and lightning, long wooden boxes with iron balls were used in churches. The sound of rolling iron balls, coupled with the natural echo and sound amplification effects in the church, was used to simulate thunder."

Amon showed an expression of "that's how it is" and "it's really interesting". It seemed that he really wanted to visit a certain church.

After a while, he said: "Sure enough, I still have no interest in human beings at all. Even if I know that kindness is beautiful, gentleness, and kindness can make people gain connections and praise, I can't empathize with them."

"What is the use of those praises? Assuming there is a good person, then this good person will have two possibilities, one is to seek fame, and the other is the so-called innate kindness. If he seeks fame, then I think it is understandable, after all, human beings promote virtue. Sometimes there is a saying that "one must live for oneself". But if it is a natural good person, even if it is just "I have ten soli, I have to give 1 soli to others, and I don't ask for anything in return". Well, it should be difficult for such a kind poor person, or even a kind ordinary person, to live to grow up?"

"Ah."

Edward listened to the typist give his opinion.Of course, he is no longer dressed as a typist. He wears the classic wizard robes and wide-brimmed hats that Amons have always been aesthetically pleasing, but ingeniously replaced the frame of his monocle with carved gold and a wing. The new style of decoration looks noble, elegant and trendy.

Edward got himself a cup of hot milk, but Amon naturally stole it, so Edward got himself another cup.During this process, he suddenly closed his eyes, spent two seconds listening to something, and then showed a somewhat puzzled expression, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Of course, my father said that there are always exceptions to everything, so I won't say too much. Therefore, if there is really a good person, then this person must at least be born in a family with a certain financial ability and be able to live on his own. You don’t have to worry about being robbed of all the bread and starving to death because of your kindness, and you don’t have to be hated by people who help you after one day you have no money because you are kind... Then kindness seems to be linked to wealth, status and power, but this is not the opposite in the secular world Is it? Human nature is probably contradictory, so I don't understand it at all, and I don't want to understand it."

Amon touched the small wings on his monocle and the sapphire hanging on a gold chain, and was very satisfied with his aesthetics.

He said everything he was thinking, and felt that the doubts in his heart were slightly dispelled, so he sank into the sofa peacefully, and began to drink hot milk dignifiedly and reservedly with a milk muffin.

The Outer God also said that instead of simply imitating or parasitizing other things, it is better to try to study and learn. If you can really understand "human nature" smoothly, even if you don't have it yourself, you can play and understand a little bit.So Amon took this as his own subject and slowly explored it.

"Independent thinking is an important way for a creature to express itself, and it is also a key step from it to becoming him."

Edward closed the "Chronicle of the Loen Kingdom" published by the official printing office of Intis in his hand, expressing his affirmation of Amon's independent thinking, and consistently did not add his own opinions, only supplementing from the side.

After chatting for a while, he smiled:
"I have some interesting news for you."

"Just a few minutes ago, when you were giving a report, the Aurora Society, my ally, and your crazy half-father issued a commission to find the "fool who does not belong to this era", "the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck ". "

"The Fool?" Amon laughed, "The origin castle holder we suspect actually declared his identity with such a big fanfare? Although we don't know who it is, it won't have anything to do with Antigonus anyway."

"That's not what I'm going to say." Edward's smile immediately lost its warmth, "Go back and read the middle school Chinese and English textbooks again."

Amon hurriedly sat down obediently with the cup in his hand: "Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Xuan, the word for color in ancient Chinese, that is, "black and red", or "dark blue, blue-black".Fu means good luck and blessing. "Amon's expression was weird, and Edward felt a little funny when he said it, "'The Yellow and Black King who is in charge of good luck' means Fushengxuanhuang Tianzun... It's a ghost translation!But why doesn't it translate to 'Yellow and Black God'?This esteemed name must be inseparable from Klein Moretti, even if it wasn't him, he must have contributed to the process of this esteemed name. "

"Then what should we do?" Amon became interested, "Parasitize him, and let him explain everything clearly?"

"I don't need it for the time being, and I'm not in a hurry. Well, what if this ghost translation is acquiesced by Tianzun, hinted by him, and you want to have a hand? Then you may be in the right hands, and you will be unlucky with me." Edward completely He has no idea of ​​doing anything, anyway, he has plenty of time, and it is not himself that should be worried, but the gods on earth.He leisurely brought the teacup to his mouth, with a cold and sharp upward arc in the corner of his mouth.

"Wait and see?"

TBC
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The camera turns back from the land abandoned by the gods.

I wanted to say it a long time ago, the translation of Klein, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck, is really too spiritual...

(End of this chapter)