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

115

There were still twenty-eight minutes before Roselle died.

The closer to the point of death, the more accurate the time of death sensed by authority. The Declined King headed to the murder scene with high spirits, and an Adam appeared on the way.

It seems that there are always accidents in everything. Even though I made up my mind not to help Roselle and just watched the movie about the fall of the emperor in the special seat with popcorn, some people still didn't believe it. The Declined King took two steps and saw the familiar Mirror Corridor of the White Maple Palace and the familiar Royal Government Hall, but the distance to the next pillar did not change. He simply stood there and began to wait for this person who came specifically to squat on Him.

The trend of the times has decided that Roselle must die. You, the demon lurking around the true Creator, don’t even think about living!

This sentence came to my mind for no reason, and I knew who it was without even thinking about it. Adam's true form did not appear, and Adam's figure appeared in the nearest mirror. This is one of the reasons why the Decline King dislikes Him. He always wants to be the mastermind behind the scenes and always wants to benefit through the enemy's overt and covert methods. Do you really think that you are the only audience in the audience, and you only need to watch everyone fight on the stage with an innocent smile? Where is such a good thing, you might as well become a high-dimensional overlooker.

The Declined King watched him perform quietly, alert, but not completely alert. He dutifully controlled a slightly uneasy expression on Edward's face. He looked around and saw that the Royal Hall and the Mirror Gallery had fallen apart. Now there was a dark land and a red sky, like an abyss. I guess this was the ocean of spiritual consciousness. After all, Adam was very smart.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he discovered that there were faintly familiar dim stars in the dark red sky - this turned out to be his own ocean of spiritual consciousness! Adam actually sneaked into His consciousness to kill Him!

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone so eager to seek death.

"You seem more trustworthy than Farbuti, and you are obviously more cunning and insidious than Farbuti." Adam's eyes were covered with gold, and his voice boomed, with strong brainwashing and spiritual suggestion effects, "Devil Path It is not suitable for the birth of a true god, and alien species are a better choice. You seem unwilling to change paths, so I will accept your characteristics."

Uncharacteristically, Edward did not speak, and the expression on his face gradually changed from cautious and vaguely crazy to gloomy impatience.

"This is my ocean of spiritual consciousness."

"How can you come in so easily? Are you the body of Adam's Sequence 1? Ah, you are just a virtual personality carrying the characteristics of Sequence 1."

"I……"

"I haven't given you permission to speak."

The world of consciousness often represents the reality hidden under the surface. It seems that his behavior all along is indeed just an act. Is his true character actually like this... Adam's calm expression suddenly cracked, and "innocent" appeared in his pure golden eyes. An expression other than "simple" - the black fog that permeated the consciousness dissipated, the dark red sky turned into pure black, and the earth and mountain peaks turned into dust. The abyss on the surface of the ocean of consciousness collapsed, and after the curtain was lifted, the extinguished sun, the crimson moon, countless stars and the Milky Way appeared one after another, and what was displayed in front of Him was the endless universe!

Starry sky!

It turned out to be a starry sky!

Why do angels born on earth know about the extinguished sun and starry sky? There is only one possibility, that He is the favored one of the outer gods, or even——

He saw a huge face that almost filled his entire field of vision, and He himself stood in the palm of His hand. No, that's not a face, that's a "head" formed by the tangle of countless vines that grow like flesh buds. The place where I stand is not the palm of my hand, but the twisting and twisting root system that moves slowly! There were eyes growing at the ends of some vines, and each eye stared at Him with the same cold eyes! But as soon as his eyes flashed, Adam saw that what appeared in front of him was only a human-like face. Miscalculation, complete miscalculation, this is not a defenseless Sequence 2 demon, it is clearly the old ruler who descended on the earth! He knew that his virtual personality could not leave alive, so he began to think about how to transfer the information to the real body. But the words that followed interrupted his thoughts:

"This is my ocean of consciousness. Once you're here, don't even think about escaping."

The Declined King looked languid, with a temperament that showed no interest in anything: "Your body will not have any memory of this clone. Two assassinations, three arrangements, and the Devil Card was stolen to contain me. I’ve put up with you for a long time, Adam, and you’re not going to die an easy death.”

116

"Here is your ticket, please take it."

"Thanks."

I took the ticket from the conductor and looked at it for a few times. The tickets are quite exquisitely made, with gilded levers and gears printed on them. This Roselle Memorial Exhibition is organized by the Church of Steam. It is claimed to be the largest and most comprehensive exhibition in the Loen Kingdom. The tickets are relatively cheap, only half a pound, and there is no distinction between VIP channels. After all, it is for the middle class.

The event is held on the 16th, next Tuesday, so there is plenty of time.

The small amount of pollution carried by the true Creator randomly dropped other curses under the influence of my overflowing spirituality. Under my intentional guidance, it developed into the fifth curse, "Soul Decline." Well, the memory fragments disappear, the spiritual power weakens, and the physical body also degrades. But because he currently only has about Sequence 7, he cannot see the effect. After all, if an abnormal aurora appeared immediately, he would definitely notice it, and he would even discover the problem himself, so such a subtle influence is relatively unnoticeable.

I am idle, I have no direct conflict with the Church of Steam, and I have no intention of going to the Church of Steam to rob them this time. I haven't finished reading the two Roselle diaries at home yet, and I haven't found any valuable information in them. Although there are bits and pieces of the Blasphemy Card, Bethel Abraham and Starry Sky, they are basically all things I already know. things.

It seems that the little fortune teller was very lucky and found a lot of parts that were very useful to him. But where did he get the connections? He shouldn't be able to collect a lot of useless diaries on his own to extract the information he needs, right? He doesn't look like someone from a secret organization.

A secret order?

But the Secret Order would never let only Sequence 8 members come to a foreign country to complete the mission of assassinating Lanrewus alone.

No, it's hard to say. I heard that Antigonus's notes were leaked due to the negligence of members of the Secret Order in Loen. It's still a bit incredible that such an important item could be lost due to a "mistake."

I put the tickets away and felt bored again. Then I was thinking about whether to visit Miss Fors and give her a surprise inspection.

117

Klein took a leisurely nap, but not long after, he was awakened by illusory and disturbing sounds of begging.

male? Mr. "The Hanged Man" or Little "The Sun"? Is there finally going to be a main ingredient for my potion? Klein discerned carefully for a few seconds, and quickly forgot his anger at being disturbed. He quickly got up, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray fog. He found that the crimson star that symbolized the "Hanged Man" was shrinking and expanding, so he stretched out his hand and touched it with his spirituality.

After the customary Fool honored his name, the "Hanged Man" prayed:

"...I have collected the spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther and the medulla crystal of the Fairy Spring. Please allow me to perform a sacrificial ceremony and transfer it to Mr. World."

The progress is very fast... "The Hanged Man" said that there will be a grand gathering among pirates in the near future. It seems that it is not just recently, but now... His words are always a bit hidden and untrue... Klein cannot be underestimated. He nodded and said:

"Can."

After a simple sacrificial ceremony, Klein was in a happy mood and admired the two extraordinary materials placed on the long bronze table.

As for other auxiliary materials, he had already bought them from different stores. Derrick “The Sun” did not make Klein wait too long. On Wednesday evening, he prayed quietly and told Mr. “The Fool” to prepare the fog. The tree man's real roots and sap were taken out, and asked to be handed over to the "world".

Klein just looked at them like that, feeling a little complacent.

In modern times, Sequence 7 is the threshold for mid-sequence. This means that extraordinary people have finally bid farewell to the state of being only better than ordinary people in certain aspects, and will have relatively abundant extraordinary abilities!

Huh... Klein exhaled slowly, returned to the bedroom, and brought extraordinary materials into the real world in the way he summoned himself.

He didn't prepare any extra utensils. With the "Joker's" control over his body, it would be very difficult for him to make a mistake.

He successively put in the spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther and the real rhizome of the misty treant. A burst of light white mist suddenly rose up in the teeth-piercing voice, and was forcibly pulled back into the iron pot by invisible force.

After everything calmed down, Klein hurriedly poured out the liquid inside, pouring every drop into the transparent glass bottle that had been prepared. The liquid was quite special, as if there were always fireworks blooming inside, with colors such as red, orange, yellow, and green constantly spreading out, disappearing, and appearing again.

This is the "Magician's" potion!

Klein placed a 1-pound gold coin between his thumb and index finger on his left hand, flicked it up, and caught it with his open palm.

Snapped! The gold coin falls and the portrait faces upward, indicating affirmation!

At this time, it was already dark and the gas lamp in the room had not yet been lit. The surroundings were dark. Klein sat on the sofa and used meditation to calm his inner throbbing, allowing all emotions to stay away from him for a short time.

After doing all this, he took a tall glass bottle, tilted his neck, and drank the "Magician" potion.

The cold potion traveled all the way down the throat, with countless bubbles exploding all the time.

As Klein was experiencing this excitement, a huge flow of information suddenly poured into his mind, turning into fireworks blooming one after another. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his head seemed to be about to burst!

"Hornakis...Fregera...Hornakis...Fregera...Hornakis...Fregera..."

The ethereal and illusory temptation echoed again. Klein's head expanded and contracted, contracting and expanding, and he gradually regained his thoughts. I started to be able to consciously restrain my thoughts, outline the ball of light, and get closer to the meditative state little by little.

Klein sat on the sofa in the darkness, leaning forward and watching the abnormalities in his arms warily, as if a monster was being gestated there.

A few minutes later, everything was finally normal. Klein sighed silently: "Fortunately, no one knocked on the door and rang the bell at this time... I completely digested the Sequence 8 potion before choosing to be promoted. It has such serious residual effects. It must be quite difficult for those extraordinary people who rely on time to polish themselves to get through this level."

"No wonder it took the captain nine years..."

"No wonder the owner of the Dragon Bar, Swain, the former captain of the Punisher, has never dared to take the Sequence 7 'Navigator' potion..."

After sitting quietly for another ten seconds, Klein slowly stood up.

At this moment, he is already a mid-sequence Beyonder.

At this moment, he is already a "magician".

TBC

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I thought to myself after realizing that there haven't been many chapters recently.

Then I'll backstab Decay. He is a taciturn troll.