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

Chapter 2

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A human said that ideals and reality are always far apart.

More than 1000 years have passed since I stepped on the ground with my feet, and the seventh god came to the throne.I watched my good friend, the unique Black Emperor fall from the sky, and witnessed the birth of a glorious era in his hands.I have seen wars raging across the land, people desperately struggling to survive, leaving behind my favorite sights of desolation and decay.Then, in this peaceful age, I was sitting on a window seat in a cheap cafe in Backlund, waiting for the person arranged by the editorial department to come.

Yes, I am an angel.I am working.

My job was to provide plays and novels to theaters and magazines, and I worked because I was short of money and bored.The purpose of self-proving the identity of the devil has been achieved, so the complete annihilation of the previous sect is not a big deal, and the sect I re-established in the Fifth Epoch grew wildly in the gap between war and peace, and bought properties, which undoubtedly required a lot of money. They hadn't had money for a long time since Russell Gustav's death.And my allies are poor, and cults are always poor.

I once asked him when he was awake: "Are all evil gods so poor?"

He replied slightly melancholy: "That's right. The Second and Fourth Epochs are passable. Since the Fifth Epoch, many methods of obtaining resources and money have been regulated, and funds have restricted the expansion of sects and believers."

At this time, I heard some of his believers praying, and thoughtfully conveyed: "Your saint said that the funds for the event are insufficient, and I want to seek your guidance."

He was silent for a while, and then spit out words such as "sown, z,[email protected]! nsn, ds, copy, copy, copy, ijwj! sns,#[email protected]&ns" such non-sentence ravings, it seems that this time it is because of poverty and fell into madness, but the chaotic ravings are also mixed with Russian words "no money", "it's useless to find me" and "to make money", so as to ignore Praying, trying to escape reality.

It's too miserable, how do the rose bishops make money, do they use flesh and blood magic to perform.So I said, "I'll sponsor a small plantation."

"Okay." He replied immediately without thinking, then paused, and continued to babble.

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The one arranged by the editorial department seems to be a current best-selling novelist. I have met her once. Her decadent and self-defeating appearance, as well as her soul once contaminated with contraband, can make a demon feel a little good. The fly in the ointment is that she is not Really willing to degenerate, the seemingly lifeless appearance hides a strong desire to survive, which is extremely annoying.

The wind chimes at the door rang, and I raised my head to see this young woman with long brown curly hair walking quickly and sitting opposite me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Fors Wall."

As a polite gentleman, I got up and greeted her: "It seems that you have brought enough interesting stories."

She heard the words and showed a tired smile. The dark circles under her eyes and the fact that she was late for more than half an hour exposed the fact that she was in a hurry.Miss Fors sat down, took out a thick manuscript from her bag, and placed it on the table.

Quite a lot.I glanced at the three-centimeter-thick paper. Although the acquisition of information can be completed in an instant, as a human being, I have to pretend to read them word by word. In the process, I need to show the posture that human beings should have when reading with various expressions and actions. I hope this story is really interesting-I took it with a smile, pushed my glasses and started to check-I have to finish it quickly, and I will read it later today To report to my crazy allies about his divine visitation, communicating with him often takes a lot of time listening to his ravings.

For this reason, He specially gave me a sealed item, which is both protection and a symbol of alliance.It is a small positive cross, which was held by him when he was still the "sun", which can effectively resist the influence of pollution and ravings, including all kinds of filthy spirituality.

It's an impeccable gift that can be...

But.I am, "Devil".

At least I am a demon on the surface, so I gave this sealed item to me and let me carry it with me. My first reaction after hearing the news was "He doesn't trust me" and "He is testing my true path" , I have been cautious about this for at least ten years, and then I confirmed through daily conversations that He didn't think so much at all, He just really didn't think about it.

Hanging on the chest is too priestly, and I'm not a believer in the Hanged Man.In the end, I chose to make this little cross of purity into earrings.

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Fors Wall stretched out her hand and pressed the center of her eyebrows, and her eye sockets also felt a little painful.During the one-week deadline, she spent the first six days leisurely. The price was that she stayed up almost all night last night, and she was still writing hard until half an hour before she arrived.Procrastination cannot be cured, and it is impossible to cure it in this life. Only by rushing to the deadline can the manuscript be submitted on time.

She yawned a little, ready to finish the chat and go back to catch up on sleep, and squinted her eyes to look at the collaborator sitting opposite.

Mr. Edward Vaughan is a well-known writer in Backlund. He often accepts commissions to write operas, and occasionally writes novellas upon request.However, most of his works are very formal, with hidden tragedies and a lot of irony. They were very popular in the early years, but now most people yearn for light comedy operas or more entertaining dramas, and his audience is often only some equally serious academic scholars. , old-fashioned gentleman.

I'm not sure about cooperating with such an old-fashioned, er, no, serious senior... The female writer who is best at using romance novels to catch people's attention is scratching her hair, alas, but this time the script cooperation is well paid, if it can be successfully concluded If so, I can plan my New Year's travel plan at the end of this year, maybe I can take Xio with me...

"Miss Wall."

The other party's soft call interrupted her cranky thoughts.

"Miss Wall."

Forsi froze for a moment, raised her head, and found that the other party was staring at her.Those eyes were black, with a dim light flickering behind the lenses, like a void, and the dark irises almost merged with the pupils, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Yes." She was a little embarrassed, "what's the matter?"

"According to your plot, among a pair of lovers who love each other deeply, the male protagonist dies unexpectedly, while the female protagonist is deeply saddened and determined to avenge her lover." Mr. Edward adjusted his glasses, spread a page of manuscript paper on the table, He read it very seriously, "But the poor heroines have limited abilities, and in the end it was their friends who came to help and caught the murderer...Miss Wall, I remember that the editorial department's request was a comedy."

"It's indeed a comedy." Forsi sat upright with a little embarrassment, "With her help, that friend caught the murderer and let him get the punishment he deserved. Isn't this a comedy? Ah, sorry , it's my first time to participate in drama creation, maybe there are some errors in your understanding..."

"Young lady, such an ending is not a comedy."

Mr. Edward Vaughan commented: "...Lack of tension, lack of explosive power. Since revenge is required, why can't this poor lady kill the enemy herself? Although she is weak, she is not weak. The power of hatred and love will make her incomparable Powerful, if she succeeds, everyone will applaud her beautiful appearance bathed in the blood of the enemy and weeping with joy. If she dies because of this, it will be a moving tragedy. Victory over the strong with the weak and righteous revenge are the audience's favorite For the plot, I believe you should have watched "The Return of the Earl", I like it very much, this famous play by Emperor Roselle."

"You're right." Foer thought for a while, "It was my first attempt at script writing, and I forgot the difference between novels and plays, so it wasn't bold enough. I'll go back and make changes... Do you have any other suggestions?"

"No, miss, your writing is very good, but the plot dragged it down because of being cautious and conservative." The middle-aged gentleman with dark brown hair had a gentle smile on his face, which made people relax involuntarily, wanting to get close, He tidied up the manuscript paper intact and returned it to Forsi, "I am very much looking forward to the final result of the cooperation with you."

If this play is successfully purchased by the theater, I can get at least [-]% of the proceeds, which is nearly [-] pounds!It's great, it seems that this year's New Year's trip has settled down, not only can you bring Hugh, but you may even have some savings!Of course, the most important thing is to go back to sleep quickly—Fors was overjoyed, and immediately replied: "Thank you, Mr. Vaughan."

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"You are the essence of withering."

"You are the great existence behind the curtain of shadow, you are the monarch from the deep black land."

Among the layers of prayers, a voice overwhelmed them.Edward stirred the coffee at hand calmly, added a lump of sugar and a spoonful of milk, and raised it to his mouth to take a sip.The pure black eyes looked at the street outside the glass wall, reflecting the passing crowd like a mirror.After Forsi left, He stayed here and did not leave, drinking coffee while admiring the scenery of the city in the afternoon, waiting for the call of his allies.

"You are the watching eye, merciful Edward Vaughan."

Edward looked sideways, and his eyes were far away from where the prayer came from.In the almost dark room, standing quietly in the shadows was a person who was bowing his head and praying.Judging from his stature, he was a man, with a strand of long hair slipping from the corner of the hood that covered his face, and his face with only a little outline revealed was soft and seductive, similar to a woman.This is an acquaintance. There are many crazy believers under the allies, and he must be ranked first.

Sensing the gaze from afar, Mr. A continued to pray without changing his face: "...His Royal Highness Angel of the Abyss, my Lord sent an oracle just now, the time has come, and I invite you to talk to His Sanctuary."

Edward nodded and responded, "I see."

After extinguishing the scene of praying, he silently recited the honorable name of the true Creator in his heart, and then felt roaring and chaotic ravings in his ears, and a ray of consciousness was accurately located by the ally across an extremely long distance, and then captured.When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the deepest shadow of the kingdom of God. The wriggling flesh and severed limbs were the floor under his feet. Fragmented human bodies and skeletons full of corrosion marks were piled up everywhere.On the peak in the distance stood an inverted cross that was taller than that peak. The evil god hanging upside down on it was covered in blood all over his body. A blood-red vertical eye rolled up and down for a few seconds, and then fixedly stared at him.

"Good afternoon, ally."

Edward took it for granted, using the black cane of unknown material in his hand to push away the tentacles of flesh and blood that were trying to wrap around his legs and feet, with a gentle smile still on his face: "You seem to be in good condition now."

The voice of the real creator rumbled, the flesh and blood knelt down, and the corpse trembled: "How is the situation?"

"It went very well." Edward said, "The seeds have been planted, and the mother's emotions are stable, but the assistant is restless, and there are still some traces of twisted fate. I will continue to help you watch over everything."

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"By the way." After the detailed information exchange, I said, "Would you like to try my newly learned cake while you are in good condition?"

Hearing this, the red eyeballs of the True Creator shook violently. Before I could say anything more, He was thrown out together with the space where I was standing, and I didn't even have time to sell a few more words.What a good way to end the conversation, I'll use it next time - I went back to the café and heard His roar echoing in my ears intermittently from the Sanctuary:

"do not want!"

"It's unpalatable, the British...it's unpalatable, eat it yourself!"

How rude.I gulped down my cold coffee, got up to pay the bill, and felt confident in my behavior as a human being.

TBC
①The script is a metaphor for Daly, but you can imagine what will happen.

②Edward's cooking is delicious, but the reason is to play the stereotyped "British".It's really scary to eat.Zhenzao: Stop being a human being.

(End of this chapter)