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

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Alger Wilson woke up slowly, and the first thing he saw was the wine bottle rolling in front of him. It took him a while to realize that he was lying on the deck, and his head had never hurt so much.

He propped up his upper body with trembling arms. The moment he saw the sun in the sky, he suddenly felt a strong sense of ecstasy and almost fell down again. A salty cold wind blew from the sea, and the sun's rays fell on the body without any warmth at all. His whole body ached and his stomach was hungry, but Alger almost shed tears at this moment.

Why should I be so happy... Today is December 3rd... Didn't our voyage go smoothly...?

His head was dizzy, and he squinted his eyes to barely see his surroundings: the crew members lay scattered across the deck, including his employer.

The young man's glasses were thrown several meters away, and the cracked lenses shone in the sun. The small suitcase that I almost never left my body was not outside. It was probably placed in the cabin. Alger took a few breaths and regained some strength. He found that his employer's small brown-red cover diary had also been thrown out, and it happened to be at his feet. There were still a lot of water stains on it.

Alger didn't think anything at first, but when his eyes fell on the book, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

When he picked up the notebook, he was still in a daze. His morality, which had been almost wiped out by life and ambition, allowed him to hold on to his bottom line. Alger quickly found the index tape sandwiched in the notebook and saw the self-voyage record recorded by his employer. All the diaries since then have slowly come back to memory.

After browsing through it quickly and seeing that there was no information or secrets that should not be read, and that it only recorded the daily weather, food, and some small daily things in a normal way, Alger felt relieved and felt that his conscience was no longer condemned. With the help of his diary, he gradually recalled his experiences after going to sea, and the blurry pictures in his mind gradually became clear. He recalled the days of inspection in the Oradek Islands, the violent storm before, and "Blue Revenge". The "Zer" was so fast that it was as if it was about to fly into the sky. As a navigator, he could not control the ship at all. In the end, he seemed to hit something in the chaos and fainted... Alger quickly raised his head, counted the number of crew members, and saw no one there. The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Today's diary hasn't started yet. It seems that he fainted at about the same time as us. Alger made a few guesses in his mind. Judging from the diary, they successfully completed the mission and did not discover the mysterious primitive island. Except for the storm at sea, everything went as he expected. That being said, we will be able to return home soon.

He and I agreed at the beginning to go to the Oradek Islands, and nothing happened along the way. Why do I always feel a little uneasy subconsciously? Is it because it went too smoothly and was too stressful?

I have to go to the church to announce it when I get back. Of course, to make a fake contract, I only told the crew that the reward was five hundred pounds. After excluding their salaries and the part donated to the church, I could keep close to four hundred pounds.

In this way, you will be more confident when purchasing the Sequence 6 formula.

The reward was about to arrive, and Alger felt a lot more at ease. Everything is false, only the benefits are real. He put down the notebook, stood up unsteadily, straightened a wooden barrel, sat down, and began to wait for the others to wake up.

258

Peaceful days always pass by so fast, it seems like it is just a blink of an eye, and there is only half a month left before the New Year.

Klein extinguished the charcoal in the fireplace and put on a double-breasted woolen coat over a dark red wool vest.

Nearly three weeks ago, Leppard finally obtained the patent for the bicycle and began looking for suitable second-round investors. Steam-powered vehicle tycoon Franmy Cage expressed some interest.

After several contacts, the three parties agreed to hold final negotiations today. As long as the negotiations go smoothly, Klein can sell his shares in exchange for a considerable sum of money.

For more than a month, Klein lived calmly, digesting the potion in a step-by-step and tedious manner with the help of the investigation. If there is nothing too urgent, you don’t have to take the risk. One month will be enough... Klein took down the half-high silk hat from the coat rack and smoothed it with a brush and handkerchief. Wrinkles, removing dust.

The "Hermitage of Destiny" badge left behind by Lanerwus pointed to the January 4th gathering, and he had no intention of attending.

During this period of time, the "Tarot Session" was still held at a weekly frequency. Klein obtained a few pages of Russell's early diary and witnessed the other party's transformation from a weakling who only fantasized and dared not take action to a proactive one. Hunting dude. Apart from that, he had almost nothing else to gain. Although the "Werewolf" extraordinary characteristics he obtained when he helped Sharon fight against the Rose School of Orgies were handed over to "The Hanged Man" for sale through "The World", it involved thousands of pounds. Business of the above amount is obviously not easy to achieve, and the cursed characteristics of "werewolves" also deter many interested parties.

However, at the Tarot gathering a few days ago, the Hanged Man, who had finally completed his last voyage commission and returned to Bayam, told "The World" that he had contacted a "craftsman" who was obviously a little moved.

"I hope we can get it done this week... We don't have any clues about the 'Wind Blessed' formula that Mr. 'The Hanged Man' needs yet..." Klein packed up his belongings, picked up his cane, put on his hat, and walked out of the door—— The formula for the "Wind Blessed One" potion belongs to Sequence 6, so it is not easy to find. Alger, the "Hanged Man", waited for more than a month but failed to hear the good news.

Derrick "The Sun" followed the advice of "The Hanged Man" and behaved without any abnormality. He continued his daily patrols, continued to accumulate merits, and did not attempt any rituals. At every tarot gathering, he would skillfully pretend to sleep, so that no problems were revealed for the time being. He would also catch up on sleep intermittently to avoid certain things appearing in a pattern and making others suspicious.

According to him, Elder "Shepherd" Lovia did not leave the bottom of the round tower after seven days, and is still being held there for unknown reasons.

Mr. A of the "Aurora Society" was searching for followers and favored ones of "The Fool". Although Klein deliberately kept a low profile, he failed to obtain any valuable clues. However, those extraordinary people who knew the honorable name of "The Fool" all They knew better than to recite this kind of thing casually. Unless they were in a desperate situation, they would definitely not have the courage to pray to an existence suspected of being an evil god.

He went out and turned to the house of lawyer Jürgen who lived on the same street. Professional negotiations, of course, must be done with the presence of a professional lawyer!

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The crow stood on the branch, watching the disguised detective Sherlock and the unsmiling lawyer Jurgen step into the taxi and gradually disappear around the corner of the street. He tilted his head, suddenly fluttered his wings and flew up, shaking off two crumbling dead leaves. Through the smoke and clouds, they landed on the shoulders of a man who was reading a book in a park in the middle of the street.

Edward turned the book to the next page, and naturally took a piece of bread from the sandwich basket at hand and handed it to the crow's mouth.

"I have found a pattern. Every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon, he will go to Source Castle at this fixed time, and so will Forsi."

The crow held the bread in its mouth, tilted its head, and tried to identify the old Japanese characters in the book that were similar in structure to the Rune language but completely different in content, and tried to identify the content in the book. But he has recently been obsessed with the ancient culture of the Western Continent, and has begun to be a little partial. After reading it for a long time, he only understood the and and.

It looked around and saw that there were no pedestrians near the park in the middle of the street, so it jumped off Edward's shoulders, jumped twice on the bench, and turned into a human form with a bang. Amon adjusted the platinum monocle set with a ring of diamonds that he was wearing today. He consciously picked up the sandwich with a missing corner in the basket, put it in his mouth and took a big bite.

"What do we need to do?" he asked.

"I'm considering buying the soul of one of them."

Edward turned to look at Amon and stared at his shiny monocle for two more seconds: "I tried to buy Klein's soul, but failed. I should try to buy Miss Fors's this time. ”

"I haven't seen a cat in the past two days."

"Richard has completed his sea survey mission and has compiled all the records for me. If you want to find it, you can try to summon it yourself." The book in Edward's hand turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared, and he also disappeared from the basket He took out a sandwich and ate it slowly, "I'm going to go to the sea, and maybe to the Land Abandoned by God in the future. But the time has not been set yet. You can decide for yourself whether you want to follow me or return to Amon."

"go back?"

The cheese in the sandwich in his hand slowly flowed down. Amon flattened the sandwich and finished a quarter of it in one bite. He said with a strange expression: "You can't wear these clothes again after you go back, and you can't do whatever you want. With the matching accessories, I suddenly felt a little bored."

"You can think about it slowly."

"Okay. I've learned a lot about ancient history and mythology recently. I think I can become an ancient scholar, but I haven't been out of touch with the times for three hundred years." There was only one bite of the sandwich left in Amon's hand, and he reached out from the basket. Pick up a bottle of warm milk and warm your hands like a human being. "It's hard for me to imagine that humans can have so many magical fantasies and ideas about gods. Every country, every region, and even everyone can have ideas about gods." Make interpretations, rather than follow the holy scriptures. Looking at it this way, although there are seven gods now, they are all quite monotonous."

Edward took a bite of the sandwich: "Tell me about it."

“I find that the older the gods are, the more complex and multi-faceted they are. They can almost be said to be the embodiment of nature itself as imagined by humans.”

"The one that impressed me most was the great goddess in Sumerian mythology. She loved human beings and also loved human beings to kill each other. The gods of many other civilizations are in a similar situation, such as a goddess who represents destruction. It turned out to be a violent sleep.”

"The same is true in Greek mythology. There is no ethics or morality. People can choose to believe in or convert to other gods, and gods can also choose to protect or turn a blind eye to humans. More often, their images are negative. Gods are eternity and power. , that’s right. Even that, um, God, (Amon thought for a moment and changed his name) is very cruel, and he will never be stingy with thunder and divine punishment for those who don’t believe in him.”

Amon finished the last bite of the sandwich, wiped his hands, then put the warm milk on the straw, and drank happily: "But later, the image of the gods began to become single, and only simple love for humans and rejection of unbelief were left. These two qualities of our own people. Human beings seem to have lost their respect for nature and have begun to use the name of God to make profits for themselves."

"Yes." Edward replied, "Your feeling is correct. Gods who purely care for mankind only exist in human imagination. There is no need to pretend, cruelty, contradiction, complexity and selfishness are the nature of gods."

"Is that true of you too?"

"This question should be considered as a reward for your serious study."

Edward spoke in a very emotional tone: "Of course I am also multi-faceted. I love life, but I also hate them who are noisy and not good enough; I look forward to life making progress, so I also want to see them destroy themselves; I am I build buildings in order to see them collapse, and I educate people in order to see civilization destroyed; I like special individuals and look forward to them bringing about changes, and I also look forward to them being destroyed by their own tribe."

"I see, but you seem very rational."

"Maybe it's just that I happened to have the appearance of a human being, and became crazy in a way that you can understand. If a mountain, a forest, or the wind suddenly spoke to you, you would also feel scared."

Edward didn't take it seriously. After eating the sandwich, he tapped the edge of the basket with his finger, and the empty basket disappeared: "By the way, the original reward was to customize a set of glasses and accessories for you."

"What, I want glasses too, can I?"

"Then go ask your half-father for reimbursement..."

Edward was about to get up when he suddenly saw a person turning his head and running towards him from a distance. He did not move. Watching this human being running up to him out of breath, Amon looked at him curiously.

"Hoo, ho, Mr. Vaughan, I unexpectedly met you here!"

The young man put his hands on his knees, panted heavily, and laughed out of breath: "I have been looking for you for a long time!"

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"...Talim?" Edward recognized the voice and stood up, slightly confused, "What do you want from me?"

"Just, that's it, phew!" Talim took a deep breath, finally controlled his rapid breathing rate, and smiled a little nervously, "I found you because I had no one to talk to before... That's it, that's it. That...that young couple you always suggested they elope..."

"I remember, you came to me about them?"

Talim coughed, serious and a little guilty: "Yes, I once told you that one of them is a child of an incredible family, so I hope you will not spread this matter. Uh, I know you are As a gentleman with good moral character, I mean, in artistic creation...it is best not to have the story of the two of them appear...well..."

Amon listened to their conversation curiously.

Edward thought for a while: "Talim, you are a noble."

"But even among the children of dukes and even princes and princesses, the love between noble people and common people has been a favorite part of dramas throughout the ages. It is impossible to eliminate it. Of course, I am not writing romantic comedies. People also have professional ethics, you can rest assured on that.”

"Say, that's what you said..."

Talim was just relieved when he suddenly became nervous again: "No! How can you be sure that it is the Duke or the adults of the king's family?! Please stop guessing, this is a very serious matter!"

Amon couldn't help but interject: "We are all human beings, why can't we fall in love?"

Hearing such a presumptuous speech, Talim was speechless for a moment, but out of politeness, he still replied: "Because nobles and commoners cannot intermarry, and the gap in status will make both people feel pain."

"Can……"

"Okay, I understand." Edward raised his hand to stop Amon from continuing to be rebellious, and assured Talim, "Sorry, this is the child of an acquaintance of mine. Now he is studying with me, and his ideas are more active. Please don't worry. , I will not tell anyone what you said, nor will I write it down."

"...Thank you, that puts my mind at ease." Talim finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thanked him again and left briskly.

Amon tapped his frame with his index finger: "I don't quite understand. It's just falling in love. We are all human beings. What's wrong with it?"

"There is no need to understand, this is how humans make divisions and build communities of interests." Edward said, "Don't speak randomly next time."

"OK."

"But, what does the prince's love have to do with him?" Edward glanced at Talim's shrunken back from a distance, remembering the witch's curse rooted in him, and was a little confused, "What's going on with the things on his body?" , the witch wants to kill someone and silence him? But what is his value? "

"... Could it be that the prince fell in love with a witch?"

TBC

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Day three of graduation trip: My back hurts after walking.

82 Well, it seems that writing about demon sacrifices can easily lead to problems...