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

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Round Tower, inside the Chief's Room.

The "shadow" that monitored Derrick's entire process described what happened exactly. Colin Iliad, who had gray hair and a scar on his face, listened quietly, nodded gently and said:

"Derrick or Amon had indeed made preparations in advance. Candles engraved with symbolic symbols, evil objects that could expose the problem to Dark, whispered prayers under the pretext of pouring water, and finally sending away the object The sacrificial ceremony shows that the whole thing is developing according to his plan."

"Two questions. First, who does the secret symbol on the candle point to, Amon's true body or the god behind him? Second, why would Amon prefer not to have this clone to expose the anomaly of the exploration team, because he and the curtain The one at the back is a sworn enemy? Then why did he stay quietly in Silver City for forty-two years? "

"Did he predict this incident in advance, so he deliberately met the previous exploration team and let the clones reside in their bodies to destroy the plot of the person behind the curtain? The purpose of these forty-two years of waiting is this moment?"

Upon hearing the chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said: "Maybe this is true!"

"'Chief' Sir, think about it, why did Amon wait patiently for forty-two years, but after Derrick locked him next door, Yudel suddenly lost control? Because the time in the prophecy is about to come, and he is in a hurry to change The parasitic object that can move freely destroys the plans of the one behind the curtain!"

"Indeed, we only thought about what was wrong with Derrick and didn't consider the timing."

Silver City "Chief" Colin responded thoughtfully.

The "Shadow" monitor immediately said: "Your Excellency, 'Chief', please immediately control all members of this exploration team. There is definitely something wrong with them! There is also Elder Lovia, there is a high possibility that she has also been contaminated!"

Colin frowned slightly and said: "Before you reported this matter, and even before Dak went out, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of the exploration team were contaminated by something. It is recommended that some surveillance be done secretly, and if necessary, they can be assigned to guard Elder Harwick’s inverted mausoleum.”

Harvick, the former "chief" of Silver City, built himself a mausoleum deep underground. After that, he lived in it and appeared less and less. Eventually, the door was closed and could never be opened again.

"Elder Lovia has already mentioned the abnormality?" the "Shadow" monitor asked in surprise. After receiving a positive answer, he whispered half puzzled and half relaxed: "As long as there is no problem with Elder Lovia."

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

"By the way, is there anything unusual about Mr. and Mrs. Skold?"

"No." The monitor shook his head quickly, "They have been living a normal life, hunting and patrolling. Their child is still growing very fast. According to the doctor, it is almost four months old 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 was silent, sitting in her room, holding the skull tightly in her hands, as if she wanted to get some warmth from it.

She thought that she must have made a mistake. Those foods were not items given by God, nor were they the same thing as the mural that allowed her to gain faith but retain her sanity. Her team members had indeed become compatriots, but At the same time, they seem to have lost a lot of things, such as self and rationality... They are no longer themselves. This method is wrong. It is not the correct way to communicate with the Lord, and it cannot spread the faith smoothly. Instead, more than ten young people died in vain due to their own mistakes.

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

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

The verdict of the six-member council has not yet arrived, and she still has some things to do. She wants to inform the great Lord of the information about the mysterious existence. She put the skull aside and broke off her left hand with her right hand, the flesh squirming as it tried to rejoin. While silently reciting the prayer she just heard from Dak through flesh magic and occult science, she broke the fingers of her left hand one by one.

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Backlund, the Aurora Society's stronghold, inside the underground temple.

Mr. A, wearing a hooded black robe, knelt quietly in front of the upside-down giant statue and did not move for a long time. This is his evening prayer on time every day. After finishing his work for the day, he will come here on time and contemplate and be silent for a long time under the statue of the Lord, seeking inner peace.

Last week's tragic failure forced him to rest for two days. Fortunately, he also missed the Aurora Club's first outstanding employee commendation meeting. There was no need to look at Z's mouth that was grinning to the back of his head. After being able to go to the ground, A secretly vowed that he must be number one this month! From now on, it must be your own! I won’t let Z get lucky again! The talisman of the Lord must belong to you!

Suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm.

His body suddenly trembled, as if being grasped 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 flowing from the wound.

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

"turn up:

“A fool who is not of this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck.

"The Beloved and the Believers are in Backlund."

As the "divine revelation" content ended, Mr. A stopped shaking, and a brand new finger squirmed out of the wound.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written, with the corners of his mouth raised little by little in the shadows.

"Only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated on the ground, seeming to have found the meaning of existence again.

234

Amon played with the Rubik's Cube enthusiastically.

Although with the ability of a decipherer, he could see the fastest way to restore it at a glance, he was now learning how to get fun from monotonous behaviors, so he selectively forgot the solution he had just solved, twisting it one by one. Obsessed with the Rubik's Cube, I was not very skilled in restoring the first side, and I was thinking hard about how to restore the second side.

There is no plastic in this world. The Rubik's Cube is made of metal and is heavy to hold. When twisted, there is obvious resistance to the rotation of each frame. The clicking sound of the mechanical bearings is very decompressing.

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

"That was the second Rubik's Cube invented by Emperor Russell."

Edward discovered Amon's attempt to cheat, and reminded him coolly: "The first one was destroyed in the fire, and the third one was saved by the Church of Steam. He only made three with his own hands, and only the one living outside. The second one is highly sought after. The current auction price of the second Rubik's Cube is almost two million pounds, which is enough to buy a Sequence 3 Beyonder Character."

"Is this worth me?" Amon put down the hammer reluctantly, "It cannot be stolen, and it has no extraordinary characteristics. It is not even a sealed object. How can something with a mere two hundred years of history be sold for its added meaning? The price is sky-high and human values ​​are really hard to understand.”

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

"If you are so greedy for my console and switch, just switch to Ancient Scholar and play with historical projection."

"That's only fifteen minutes."

Amon pinched his eyes and sat down on the reserved window sill of the bay window, leaning half of his body on the glass, looking down and into the distance at the streets and people in the Jowood District. The sky is almost always shrouded in a yellow-gray haze, which is composed of dust from incompletely burned coal and various chemical products. It is the main culprit that reduces the average life span of Backlund's population.

After the haze, the white light of the sun loomed faintly. At nine o'clock in the morning, it didn't need to be much brighter in the evening. From a distance, you could see the white marble exterior wall of the Holy Wind Cathedral and the spire that shot straight into the sky: "Fifteen minutes is not enough for me to finish one Where’s the boss? I heard that several cathedrals in the Church of Storms will leave gaps in certain places to simulate the sounds of wind and waves, just like the echo in the conch. I don’t know if it’s true.”

"There is indeed such craftsmanship."

Edward naturally took up this sudden turn of the topic: "They will also make irregular pearls and conches into amulets. Storms and the sea are always closely connected, and the carrier can reflect the violent wind."

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

Amon showed an expression of "I see" and "It's really interesting." He seemed to want to go to 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 still can't empathize with it."

"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 reputation, and the other is the so-called innate kindness. If he is seeking fame and reputation, then I think it is understandable. After all, human beings promote virtue. Sometimes there is a saying that "people must live for themselves". But if he is a naturally good person, even if he only has ten soles, he will give one sole to others without asking for anything in return. Well, it should be difficult for such a kind-hearted poor person, or even a kind-hearted ordinary person, to live to grow up, right?"

"Um."

Edward listened as the typist expressed his opinion. Of course, he is no longer dressed as a typist now. He is wearing the classical wizard robe and pointed wide-brimmed hat that Amon always has, but he has ingeniously replaced the frame of his monocle with a hollowed-out gold one and a wing. The new style with stylish decoration looks noble, elegant and trendy.

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

"Of course, my father said that there are always exceptions to everything, so I won't take my words too seriously. Therefore, if there is really a good person, then this person must at least be born in a family with certain financial capabilities and be able to live on his own. You don’t have to worry about being robbed of all your bread and starving to death because of your kindness. You don’t have to worry about being hated by the people you help when you run out of money one day because of your kindness... Then kindness seems to be linked to wealth, status and power, but this is not the opposite in the world. Is that so? Human nature is probably to contradict itself, 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 the gold chain, and was very satisfied with his aesthetics.

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

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 successfully understand "human nature", even if you don't have it yourself, you can play it and understand it to some extent. So Amon took this as his own topic and slowly explored it.

“Independent thinking is an important way for a living being to express itself and a key step from it to becoming him.”

Edward closed the "Chronicle of the Kingdom of Loen" published by the Intis Official Printing Office in his hand, expressed his affirmation of Amon's independent thinking, and consistently did not add his own opinions, only adding 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 your report, the Aurora Society, my ally, your crazy half-father issued a commission to find "the Fool who does not belong to this era" and "the King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck" ”. "

"The Fool?" Amon was amused, "The holder of the Source Castle that we suspected actually announced his identity in such a big way? Although we don't know who it is, it has nothing to do with Antigonus anyway."

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

Amon quickly held the cup and sat upright: "Would you like to hear the details?"

"Xuan" is a word for color in ancient Chinese, that is, "black with red", or "dark cyan, bluish black". Fu means good luck and blessing. "Amon's expression was weird, and Edward felt a little funny as he said, "The phrase 'The Yellow and Black King in charge of good luck' means Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... What a genius translation! But why not translate it as ‘Yellow and Black God’? This honorary name must have something to do with Klein Moretti. Even if it wasn't him, he must have contributed to the process of this honorary name. "

"Then what are we going to do?" Amon became interested, "Parasite him and then let him explain everything clearly?"

"It's not necessary for the time being, and there's no rush. Well, what if this genius translator is tacitly approved by Tianzun, and He hinted at it, and he wants to play a trick? Then you might be playing into your own hands, and I will be unlucky as well." Edward was completely unlucky. He had no intention of taking action. He had plenty of time anyway, and it was not himself that should be anxious, but the gods on earth. He brought the tea cup to his mouth leisurely, with a cold yet sharp upward arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's wait and see?"

TBC

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The camera turns back from the land abandoned by God.

I have wanted to say it for a long time, the translation of Klein, the Yellow and Black King of Good Luck, is really too spiritual...