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

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Klein, who successfully hunted Qonas Kilgor, now possesses a demigod-level secret puppet, something he never even dared to imagine.

He let the other party use some of the simplest "distortions" with great interest, and put away the new secret puppet after getting over the addiction.

Klein was not in a hurry to sacrifice the obtained items to Origin Castle, but patiently returned to his room to wash and prepare for sleep.

Soon, he lay down on the bed, and Qonas Kilgor was twisted into a ball of flesh by him, and put into the body of Eniyuni who was wearing the "Blood Flower" ring.After finishing the matter at hand, he stared at the delicate ceiling of the bedroom, feeling a surge of special emotions in his heart.

"I got a lot of information... useful information."

"There is no turning back when you open the bow. Although I feel that I have made up my mind long ago, there is always a worry that I can't explain clearly..."

Klein sighed and closed his eyes.

He knows what he's worried about.

In the long run, George III's becoming a god is of great benefit to the Loen Kingdom. Now the conflict between the gods has intensified to the point where he can see it. One more god in the Loen Kingdom means more combat power, and the people means one more life. Safety Guarantee - Not to mention all people, at least most people can be protected.

"The battle between the gods is now expanding, um, or introversion. The anchors in the Loen Kingdom are basically divided, and only the new land can provide enough people and anchors for the upcoming 'Dark Emperor'. After George III becomes a god, he will definitely attack other countries with the God of Thunder... In this regard, I can make a bold guess that the country that George III attacked may have the Sequence One of 'Arbitrator'."

The boss suddenly realized the meaning of this sentence, and asked with some anticipation and some trepidation: "You, you, do you have connections? I still have two children in my family. If this continues, I will starve to death. If we sell them, we will There is still a way for the family to survive, and the children can also have something to eat..."

The boss was taken aback, and felt a little embarrassed at once, and because of this dialect, he had a good impression of the customer, and replied proactively: "There is nothing to sell now, tell me what you want to buy, maybe I still have it here."

The guest's wheat was limited, and if he told one more person, he would get less. He knew this, but he insisted on waking up the entire dead town.

Thinking of this, Klein was slightly relieved, but felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, unable to breathe.

As he said that, he took out a handful of wheat in his pocket, and actually took out a handful of yellow and full-grained wheat.

Seeing the other party's smile, Richard also felt a little bit, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and regained a little bit of the original feeling.

The reason why Klein felt horrified was simple, because Backlund was also the capital of a country, and if the God of Thunder dared to do this, it meant that other gods would also dare - his eyes were still hot, and his arms blocked his face , It has not been taken down for a long time.

Richard rolled up his sleeves up to his knuckles, reached in and took out a wheat sack, and in the astonishment of everyone's eyes, he took out what seemed to be an old iron pot from the sack, and then he filled it with wheat, exactly five pounds.

The boss was taken aback again.

"I know!" The middle-aged woman responded, "I'll inform Old Fry! He hasn't eaten for three days, and he doesn't know if he's still breathing!"

the essence of his humanity.

"It's okay, but I don't have enough food at home, so you still expect to sell it?" The boss was a little surprised that the visitor actually knew something about the current situation of the port, but he shook his head, "I won't keep it from you, I have nothing else I have nothing to sell, I don’t have any flour or wheat, I only have some homemade sea salt, and some smoke I made myself, if you don’t want them, then I have nothing to do.”

He can still feel the pain, he hasn't been able to turn a blind eye to these things...he is happy and doubly sad that he still has humanity.Klein smiled and covered his eyes with his arms. Although he had obtained divinity, fortunately his feet were still on the ground.

There is an air of melancholy and numbness in the city.

Disaster and pain are never far away.

He immediately stood up, stood behind the counter with a smile, and greeted the guests in a few words of Fusac that he heard.

Xio moved her eyes, slowly came to life and said:
"Whether it's restoring my father's reputation or revenge, when facing a king, the hope is so slim, I can't think of any way to accomplish similar things..."

In contrast, it seems that even George III, who only sacrificed less than [-] people, seems to be benevolent.

Klein thought of another aspect, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and he even lost sleepiness.

Xio sat on an unstable chair, staring out of the window in a daze, with a rare gloomy expression.

"Really, foreigners brought a lot of wheat?" Some people also said, "Then why don't we vote? Anyway, no one will come here, and it's by the sea..."

A fishing boat is approaching. If there are a few fish hanging on the net, the surrounding fishermen will look at it with envious eyes.

Richard pondered for a few seconds, put the fish aside, bent down and picked up the iron bucket and weighed it a few times.He shook the iron drum once, and the deep-rooted stains and rust on it fell like rain. After several shakings, the bottom and surroundings of the iron drum were covered with dirt.Richard dumped all the dirty things in the bucket, and then accurately weighed ten pounds for the other party, ready to go to the next buyer.

Fors took a sip of water, walked to Xio and sat down, blocking her view: "You seem to have lost all motivation?"

"Should I also hate the God of Thunder? Hey... His great flood destroyed a country in just a few minutes."

The weather is getting colder, but that's little change for the Southern Continent.

"I also brought the sea salt and cigarettes from home! Let's see, how much can I sell?"

He hasn't come out to breathe for half a month, and now he urgently needs to know the situation of the country and the impact of God's War.

The Bound God left a seal around him, preventing his spirituality and emotions from affecting places outside the room, otherwise the entire city might be dragged by his spiritual power into chaos and extreme madness.

"Hehe, anger is useless, and fear is even more useless. I haven't become a god yet, so let's not think about it."

"Dry goods are easy to store. I want them all. Twenty pounds. What do you think?"

The people around were boiling, the numbness and dead silence were swept away at this moment, and almost everyone suddenly came alive.

The fisherman only used such a good iron pot when his family was the richest, and he was a little slurred for a while: "Okay, I, I still..."

"The Black Emperor may also have his own instincts. If he can't become a dual-path true god, it means that he will be firmly suppressed by the god of thunder... Forget it, I'm just guessing, but war should be indispensable of."

The boss shook his head, but when he thought of the hand-rubbed tobacco at home, he nodded hesitantly: "There are still a few pounds of tobacco."

"Not being able to give birth to a god for the time being will not greatly weaken Ruen's national power. After all, he has not yet become the 'Dark Emperor'. If he successfully prevents this ceremony, George III will be vigilant, and perhaps not in a short time Will try again, and I can use this time to work on the promotion... well, it won't be too long, but it's not the first time I've faced this kind of urgency, lol."

"That's because you are still too weak. When you have Sequence 4 and become a demigod, you will find that there are ways, but they are more dangerous!" Forsi explained in a motivating way, "In addition, you can Using others, like Sherman's monitor, she also wants to know who Viscount Stratford is loyal to, and she must be very interested in the king's secrets."

"Oh, no need for that."

He clicked his tongue, pressed the center of his eyebrows, restrained all kinds of impulses, good or bad, and walked out slowly.

Forsi nodded immediately:
"Yes, that's why she was driven to investigate the king's secrets and touch potential risks.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said to himself:
"What the hell am I trying to do?"

……

Only then did the boss realize that something was wrong with his words, so he hurriedly organized his words to explain what happened just now.The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked, "Aren't you afraid that a liar has come?"

The guest pondered for a few seconds: "How much flour do you think the things in your house can replace?"

The guest nodded and asked again: "Is there any seafood?"

The boss was disappointed at first, then nodded abruptly, and rushed out of the shop through the small door.

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged woman also hurriedly stood up, counted the things in her shop, and found a small sack of dried seafood and fish yesterday, her dark face suddenly showed He smiled, but after seeing the boss's envious and disappointed expression, he put away his smile again.Without any hesitation, she took out another small bag on the spot, grabbed half of the wheat, and stuffed it into the boss's hand.

So he pointed to the small pocket in the opponent's hand, and asked the boss:

"You don't have to pay it back, just go back and cook some batter, anyway, I'm going to throw it away." After finishing speaking, Richard ignored the other party's expression, waved his hand, and turned to another fisherman whose face was full of expectation. Looking at the old fishing nets that the other party still has a little harvest, "How much are you willing to sell to me? Buy all of them? Well... three are not too big, but there are still some shells, ten pounds of wheat, no more."

The boss's heart beat violently, and the yellow wheat flashed in his mind, and then he interrupted the dishonest fisherman with a stern sentence: "Do you sell it or not, don't say anything else!"

That is the death of millions or even tens of millions of people, and even the destruction of countries.

"That monitor is one of the murderers who killed Sherman." Xio said quite seriously.

Xio thought about it carefully, nodded solemnly and said:

These images gradually coincided with other tragedies he had seen in the past. He thought of the little girl with big eyes in the Southern Continent and her disabled uncle, thought of the plantation life in Richardson's mouth, and thought of those wandering in rags in the wilderness People, they don't know where the hope is, but they can't stop, and death is infinitely stretched by numbness.

The guest looked at him and didn't say anything, and asked casually in fluent highland dialect:

However, the chaotic ocean currents, uneven rain, and changes in fish activities caused by the battle of gods will cause a devastating blow to the economy of coastal cities.The battle between the two gods also caused the rain cloud to rain heavily over the southern continent. It only took a moment from the sunny day to the splashing of water in the sky, and everyone in the rain range was forced to wash in an instant. take a bath.

"Can liars see things in my house? The sea salt is full of sand and dregs. I can't filter it clean myself, and the smoke is choking to death. If anyone else can bear it except me, whoever likes it will take it."

Klein felt that his eye sockets seemed to be heating up, and the emotion called sadness gave him the urge to cry, but he laughed instead.

"Didn't you say that she is likely to monitor our previous residence? Let's find a chance to pretend to go back there, throw a piece of paper into the letter box, and write that Viscount Stratford is loyal to King George III, and George III hides It’s a big secret, so I believe that person should be able to see it.”

"I have handicrafts, wind chimes made of shells..." A faint child's voice reached his ears.

Richard raised a hand, and the people around fell silent, nervously waiting for the words of the big-spending guest.

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"My lord! Here I am! I have fresh clam shells here! It's as big as a fist!" The crowd raised a hand high.

In a two-bedroom rental house in Backlund East District.

"I feel like I've been in a bad mood, my emotions are out of control, and I can't be happy at all."

"George III will obtain a new anchor through the war, and actively seek the sequence one and uniqueness of the adjacent path..."

The guest frowned slightly: "It's completely out of reach now?"

The guest nodded unsurprisingly: "Now the law does not allow it, I don't engage in human trafficking, but there is a batch of wheat in my field that has not been sold yet. If the family wants to eat some seafood, let me come Let me ask here. I want your sea salt and local smoke, do you have seafood from other houses?"

"No." Xio replied without hesitation.

"all I want!"

Not to be outdone, someone shouted again: "I have dried fish, dried meat, and a lot of seafood here!"

After the shop owner rushed out, he hurried to another shop in the small town that he was familiar with.A dozing middle-aged woman was sitting behind the counter. Seeing her neighbor rushing over, she greeted her with a smile, "What's the rush?"

"In the same way, if George III fails to become a god or dies, other countries will also try to attack Loen... However, with the current God of Thunder, the possibility of foreign invasion is unlikely, unless it is the one who replaces the steam god. With the existence of the God of Mechanics..."

He saw the bursting smile on the boss's face.

He looked at the other fishermen who had nothing to gain, and their eyes were full of envy and jealousy, and he didn't think of a better way for a while.

The boss shuddered and woke up in an instant.

"Is it because that answer made you wonder what to do next? Is it because the king is out of your reach?"

Someone knocked on the door of the store, and the half-asleep boss trembled in shock. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person who came, only to see that he was a tall man who was rare in the highlands, with a sharp-edged foreigner's face.

……

Richard seriously bargained with the fishermen at the port, but unfortunately, no matter how much he bid, others would only nod excitedly.

The boss laughed, pouted his mouth outside: "That must be fished up before we talk about it."

"Have you changed your career to robbery? What are you doing robbing me, robbing the old Fry next door who always fights against us!"

"Well, my ultimate goal is to prevent George III from becoming a god, and the current ritual of destroying God is only one part of it."

After speaking, he regretted a little, worried that he had misunderstood the meaning of the guest.

He couldn't forget his glimpse in Trier, when he saw the foreign capital with ten rooms and nine empty rooms, and when he heard Ms. D say that now the total population of Intis is almost as large as Trier's original population, When I saw people living in layers of containers and simple tents, burning the remains of the dead regardless of day and night...

……

But as much as they can do right now, let them have food first, and then they can live... The ground shook slightly, Richard glanced out, and a group of people came running from a distance, led by the boss just now.It's just that the other party is holding a small bag of dry goods in his hand, and there are many people with goods behind him, smiling so that the wrinkles on his face pile up.

It has to be said that the Highland Kingdom can really avoid picking up lost things on the road without foreign enemies.

Just listen to the other person say:

The boss nodded vigorously: "Sell! Sell them all!"

"What do you think of this fish for five pounds of wheat?"

"What are you doing!" Surprise, hesitation and joy mixed together on the boss's face, he wanted to push these things back, but his arms grabbed them uncontrollably.

"Any cigarettes?"

A night without dreams.

"Take it, your family still has two small mouths to eat. I can eat enough for one person and the whole family will not be hungry."

"Whatever you have, I want it all, and I will wait for you at the port."

Richard nodded, watching the fisherman drag an iron bucket from his old fishing boat, pour out the water in it, wash it again carefully (still not too clean), and put it in anticipation. to his feet.

"I think this fish is very good. I have used this pot for a long time at home, and this time it happened to be sold together."

The boss quickly shouted: "Go to the square!"

The middle-aged woman didn't give him a chance to refuse, she quickly packed up all her things, ran out barefoot, and ran in another direction.

Richard saw through his mood and thoughts, glanced at other people out of the corner of his eyes, and said with a smile:

At this moment, many fishing boats are returning to the port one by one in the port where there is almost no fish caught.It is not yet noon, but there are already many idlers in the port, the doors and windows of the shops are open, the shelves are empty, and the bosses are dozing off on the counters.

On the way here, he had already seen the fishermen leaving with the wheat. He was very anxious and anxious. He was also happy that the people around him got food, but he was worried that the guests before him had already exchanged the wheat. He saw the other party's feet. With a bag full, he felt relieved.

After exchanging information on what to do next, Fors stood up, pointed to the copper-green cross and said:
"We have received help from Mr. Fool many times. It's time to show our hearts. I plan to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool now. Do you have any objections?"

A few seconds later, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Are they all sold?"

"it is good."

The middle-aged woman looked at him in surprise:

At noon, Richard opened the door and stared at the sun outside, feeling a strange sense of confusion.

"Why should I do such a thankless thing?"

Seeing the fisherman without a container, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he hesitated to put his hands together to pick it up: "I, I will make a few more trips."

He adjusted his mood, controlled his facial expressions, and prepared to fall into a peaceful sleep.

The fisherman whom He bought the fish was also nodding his head vigorously. If the fish was replaced with wheat, and the wheat was beaten into flour to make dry food, the whole family would eat a little bit of it every day with soaked water, and they would be able to eat it for a long time!
Richard bent down and scooped up a precise pound with a borrowed bucket from the sack at his feet.

In the next year or even several years, the port cities must be prepared to catch no fish and be unable to carry out long-distance freight. Unfortunately, the more prosperous ports in the current territory of the highlands are ports, and the civilization between the north and south continents The overseas trade has been supported by the generational difference, and the imported products are basically good things.The high-level people in the Rose School of Thought who still have brains are trying to deal with this problem, but they can only think of the simplest solution with their remaining brain capacity-it’s enough to turn spiritual things into food. Look at the prison cell. Isn't it still crowded?
"I think that's a little too extreme."

The fisherman also nodded frantically, for fear that if he slowed down, the rich customer would lower the price—but lowering the price is also possible!Even if it was only two pounds, he would still sell it!

Death and grief have also been marching alongside all men.

They had already found a place to bury Xueman, and Forsi flipped through "Leymano's Travel Notes" to carry out the funeral.

Baranka wanted to veto this proposal, but he couldn't come up with a better recuperation plan for a while. Looking at his subordinates who were increasingly freeing themselves, he had already begun to miss the ancient highland kingdom's clean and disciplined discipline.

The boss ran over like flying, slapped the counter, rummaged around, and startled the middle-aged woman:
"Hurry up, take out everything in your house!"

The boss was startled, clenched the small pocket in his hand, gritted his teeth, and started knocking on doors from door to door.

"Is this the effect of potions?"

"Snowman..." Xio repeated the name, and his mental state suddenly recovered.

"do not talk!"

The guest inspected the bare-walled store, and helped the boss repair several hidden dangers of the collapse of the house, so that the small house can last for another 20 years, and then caught a spirit body and twisted it into a big sack of wheat, and sat in the courtyard. Stroll out at a leisurely pace to wait for others at the port.

The ability to feel the pain of others, to remember that he is only a human helplessness, is his anchor.

He had never felt such fear before, and the ensuing anger made his hands tremble.

Maybe, I just want enough power... the power to make some changes, the power to at least let myself protect people, the power not to live tremblingly in the majesty of the gods.

"What else is there to sell now?"

Sea salt made by fishermen?It should be more appropriate to call sea salt crystallization... There are many harmful substances, and the quality is very low, very turbid...

"Don't you want to? Don't the children in your family want to eat? That's wheat, do you know how long it can last?" The man asked in very tempting words, "I will give you the hands and the big head, and I will [-]%!"

The boss suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were about to split open, the huge anger startled the fisherman, and subconsciously took half a step back.

"It's fine if you don't sell it, but I'm mistaken." The boss squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, then turned and left angrily, "A person like you will be punished by the bound god sooner or later!"

"I sell, I sell! Hey, don't be angry!"

The frightened fishermen hurriedly followed up with their own small pockets, and said softly, "It's okay if I said something wrong, I repent! I was obsessed by ghosts, don't take it to heart—I will Say no more, praise Eternity, no, praise the bound God!"