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

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There are many words that can be used to refer to distant places and dreams, but Garcia has had a favorite since childhood - stars.

He was born in a standard scholar family, his parents loved each other, and they made progress in academics and faith together, which made him seem a bit redundant. However, the light of the merciful Lord shines on every child and adult, and he lived well in the church.

When he was a child, he was an energetic and easily excited child. He always had endless energy and endless things to say.

Whenever he had trouble falling asleep at night due to his strong desire for knowledge and talk, he would lie on his little bed, gazing at the billions of stars twinkling outside the window, fantasizing about the stories of those stars and dreaming about going to study in a distant and mysterious place like his parents.

In his dreams, he sometimes grew wings, and sometimes sat on a small boat, floating leisurely under the vast night sky.

The nuns and priests said that everything in the world was created by the Lord with great power, and the stars in the sky are no exception.

The breeze, the sea, the mountains, the fruit trees, the wheat fields and everything else were created by the Lord for His most beloved people, humans. It is only natural that humans should serve the Lord and praise Him with everything they have.

Garcia spent his childhood in the church, which was a wonderful and colorful time. He sang hymns with his friends, improvised new songs with strange tunes, played hide-and-seek with the maids in the garden, and listened to the priests reading easy-to-understand Bible stories in the enlightenment materials specially for children, so as to teach them the virtues of human beings: piety, kindness, loyalty, justice... Garcia learned grammar well, and his poetry and music were also qualified.

Of course, children are naughty and everyone makes mistakes. When they say disrespectful words to the Lord or hurt others intentionally or unintentionally, the gentle maids will punish them a little and bring them back on track through admonition and labor.

Although he was sometimes "special", he was just a normal child most of the time. He liked listening to stories in the Bible, singing and drawing, and had little interest in literature and philosophy. His favorite subjects were astronomy and arithmetic. Whenever the priest talked about this, other children would fall asleep, but Garcia would straighten his back, open his eyes wide, prick up his ears, and face the priest's smiling and encouraging eyes, and listen carefully to every word he said.

Continuing his childhood habit, he still likes to look at the starry sky and dreams of learning astronomy and physics in the future.

The parents would come at least once a month and take him home for a few days to foster family ties and to bring him to spend time with colleagues' children to build some connections. The church has always assumed the function of socialized upbringing, and the priests and nuns there treat the children as their own. Therefore, many busy parents would choose to send their children to the church, which is not only for custody, but also for the children to feel the atmosphere of the church early, and to cultivate their faith and loyalty to the Lord.

This is a very common way for families to get along.

In many cases, faith overrides all emotions, and this is something everyone agrees on.

Unfortunately, despite having such a standard family, receiving such a standard education, and growing up in such a standard way, he eventually became rebellious. Those "special" thoughts were like well-disguised illnesses. Garcia could not cure them fundamentally. Whenever he got used to his current life and thought he had overcome the illness, it would always suddenly hurt and catch him off guard.

"So you're going to get baptized?"

"Yes."

Norbert frowned, thought carefully for a while, and asked tentatively: "I think baptism may not be necessary? Look at everything around here, life is so beautiful... Is there any danger in baptism? After that, what do you think you will become?"

They sat on a bench in the square outside the Cathedral of Mercy and talked. It was the fourth day since they met. They had nothing in their hands, so the wild white pigeons stayed here for a while and then gathered on the other side to wait for food.

Next to the fountain, citizens living nearby spontaneously formed a makeshift band to sing and dance, and several wild cats were trying to fish ornamental fish out of the fountain.

“Baptism is not a bad thing.”

Seeing the other party's concerned look, Garcia thought Norbert's worry was because he didn't understand the specific operation process of baptism. After all, the other party didn't seem to work in the church, nor was he a Beyonder of the "audience" path. So he explained: "I have watched baptism. Baptism is actually a special ceremony led by the "mind reader" or "dream walker" bishops. The bishops will first listen to your confession, then talk to you gently, understand the problems and reasons you want to change, and then take you to the baptism ceremony. After the baptism, your heart will be pure and flawless, and you will no longer have those thoughts you want to abandon."

"But..." Norbert carefully refuted his negative point of view, "Although you said that you always have rebellious thoughts, you have never done anything rebellious so far, nor have you hurt anyone. So even if you keep these thoughts, it doesn't really matter."

"Morality and piety constrain me, but I still feel that it is best to eliminate these bad thoughts at the root."

Seeing that Norbert still didn't speak, Garcia gave a simpler example:

"It's like a tree hoping that the gardener will prune away its extra branches so that it can grow better."

After saying this, Garcia thought of the "time traveler" who had been baptized.

  Where is he from? What is his name? What has he been through?

Does he have someone he cares about? Is there anything he must do?

What gave him such a character?

  How does he feel about our world? How does he evaluate it?

What kind of environment did he grow up in? Where did he grow up, and what kind of history and stories does that place have?

Will he accept us, gradually yearn for kindness, and truly like our world?

He now had a new name, a complete identity, and had integrated into their world, no longer a dangerous traveler. This was a good thing no matter how you looked at it—but Garcia still felt a little regretful.

He had those disrespectful, evil thoughts again.

He hoped that the other party would remain the same.

Garcia had too many curious questions. Just like the little physics experiments his teachers showed him when he was a child, the "traveler" ignited his curiosity. If we use "trees" as a metaphor, then everyone Garcia has seen since he was a child, regardless of height, weight, gender, age or youth, is a healthy and beautiful tree. However, this "traveler" is a twisted and weird tree that was not born in the right place and has never been "pruned". As a matter of course, it grew thorns all over its body and hurt everyone around it for no reason. However, after the initial fear and disgust, it was difficult for him not to be interested in the growth experience of this tree. Unfortunately, now that the baptism is over, no one can answer Garcia's questions for him.

The previous "time traveler" was so real, his hypocrisy and cruelty were so real, but when he became a citizen, in Garcia's heart, he became a memorable, stereotyped image like all other familiar or unfamiliar citizens, which made people feel boring.

What a blasphemous and sinful thought.

The next moment after this thought came to him, Garcia began to confess bitterly in his heart: a deformed person in suffering was redeemed, a sinful soul was forgiven, and he actually became bored with such a beautiful story. Originally, Norbert's words made him feel a little comforted, but the malice at this moment made him a little frightened, and he was more determined to apply for baptism.

"So that's how it is..." Norbert's brows relaxed a lot, and he seemed to have accepted this explanation a little. He muttered, "Forget some unwanted things through hypnosis? I really don't understand this... Does the baptism ceremony have to be based on one's own ideas?"

Garcia nodded affirmatively. "Of course, there have been cases where angry professors have tried to get students to study harder, and parents have wanted their children to be a little quieter and not make trouble. We will reject this. Except in special circumstances, it must be the strong will of the person being baptized."

"I see. I have never been baptized. I don't understand the principle, so I am a little bit..."

"It doesn't matter." Garcia shook his head. "The number of baptisms given to adults is extremely small. There may not be one person applying in a year."

  Another flock of pigeons fluttered over. Norbert turned to look, but turned back immediately after hearing Garcia's words:

"But what is a special case?"

Garcia thought about it. Although the bishop did not say that the matter of the "travelers" must be kept secret, it seems that other people did not know about it. He chose not to continue the topic. "Yes, the church will also judge that some special circumstances require compulsory execution, such as when someone accidentally loses control and needs rescue, or when his temperament changes drastically and he is suspected of being bewitched by evil gods, or when his own personality has major defects and needs treatment... By the way, I have been wanting to ask you just now, what are you looking at...?"

Norbert did not answer. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the new pigeons, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Garcia noticed that he was paying special attention to the animals around him, as if he was always looking for something.

Suddenly, Norbert stood up (Garcia was startled), ran to the bakery in the square to get a piece of fruit-studded bread, then ran to the group of pigeons, knelt on one knee in the middle, held the bread in one hand and put it in front of one of the birds.

Garcia stood up, not knowing what was going on. He looked carefully and discovered that the white dove Norbert was facing had a black circle on its right eye.

...What a strange pattern...Is it naturally formed? But this circle looks like it was drawn with a compass...Garcia couldn't figure out the connection for a moment.

What was even more amazing was that when Norbert chose the white pigeon with black circles under its eyes, the surrounding pigeons automatically bypassed them and asked other people for food, as if they didn't see the fragrant fruit bread. And the white pigeon also behaved very... elegantly. It walked to Norbert calmly, tilted its head to look at the bread for a while, and then reservedly started to eat the freshest apple on it.

The colorful candies, sweet apple fillings and crispy crust disappeared one by one in the white pigeon's mouth, and a piece of bread almost as big as itself was eaten into its stomach, but the white pigeon did not change at all.

Garcia was vaguely aware of something, and the images of the great figures in the scriptures flashed through his mind quickly, and finally stopped at a character who only existed in books - he clenched his fists with some excitement, and stretched his neck stiffly and curiously to look over there.

About ten minutes later, the white pigeon finished its meal, and its body was still spotless.

It jumped twice towards Norbert as if there were springs on its paws to greet him. Norbert quickly said something and watched it turn around and jump away.

Soon, Norbert came back quickly. Garcia looked at the direction where the special white dove disappeared, suppressed his voice, and asked anxiously:

"What was that just now——?"

  "This is the god I serve." Norbert also whispered, "The Lord's only son, the great 'error', the god of mischief, His Highness Amon!"
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The Lord's only Son?!

It really is the Son of God mentioned in the Holy Scriptures...!

Garcia looked up again, but the incarnation of the Son of God had disappeared. When he thought about how he had just used the word "human" to describe the bird, Garcia felt ashamed. He immediately prayed and confessed to the Lord and the Son of God in his heart, and said that he would definitely offer delicious food next time. But when he saw this god who was not noticeable in the scriptures and was almost invisible in real life for the first time, he was in awe and couldn't help but say:

"I have never seen any buildings or festivals related to His Majesty the Son of God, but you can recognize His incarnation at a glance. Is it because you have His temple there? Today I am fortunate to see the honor of His Majesty the Son of God. I should go to His temple to pray and offer sacrifices to show my respect."

"No, He has no temple or altar, only some believers like me. Error is the most favored being of the Lord, occupying the shadow seat closest to the Lord. His incarnation can appear in every corner of the world, and every subordinate god needs to show respect to Him, but He does not want to attract attention."

"Not wanting to attract attention?" The virtue of humility... Garcia felt he understood everything. "Praise Him."

How can I steal and play pranks if I attract so much attention... Norbert didn't elaborate: "I seem to have forgotten to tell you before. I am a Sequence 5 of the 'Error' path, a 'Dream Thief'. Although the church also has low-Sequences of 'Fortune Teller' and 'Apprentice' for people to choose, starting from the middle sequence, people in these two paths must switch to 'Error' and become followers of Mr. 'Error'. It is also our duty to find and serve His incarnation."

That's how it is. Garcia felt very surprised: "Is the only incarnation of Him the dove?"

"The Lord created all things, so the Lord's children naturally have the power to incarnate all things." Norbert recalled the various small animals he had fed and said with a smile, "Usually they are birds, pigeons and crows, but there may also be other animals or even insects. The sign is whether there is a pattern on the right eye that simulates 'glasses'. I heard that Mr. 'Error' can also walk on the earth in the image of a human, but I have never met him. If I really meet him, I may not dare to recognize him..."

"No wonder you're always observing the animals around you. This is why."

Garcia couldn't help but sigh at his friend's attentiveness, and at the same time he became curious about this path he had never seen before:

"What is a 'dream stealer'? Stealing other people's dreams?"

"More than that." Norbert introduced briefly, "Just like the meaning of the name itself, we did not gain power related to dreams, but the interaction with the astral world was further deepened, so as to achieve the effect of 'stealing dreams'. In addition, dreams are the manifestation of subconsciousness and memory, which means that we can use 'stealing dreams' to decipher the other person's innermost thoughts and make certain... deceptions and influences on the spirit and subconsciousness."

When Norbert said the word "fraud", he scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Although I have been on this path for a long time, I am still a little uncomfortable doing this kind of thing." He smiled.

  Garcia understood, and then an idea flashed in his mind:

"In other words, from a certain perspective, your High Sequences can also do the same thing as baptism?"

"Ah, this... maybe? But I don't think so. What you want is 'eradication', and the most I can do is steal those dangerous thoughts when you think of them... But we can't just pry into other people's brains at will. This is a violation of their human rights, not to mention permanently changing their personalities."

"Even if we have too many 'stealing thoughts', it will have a bad effect on the brain. We can't do that."

"But if you ask me whether it is feasible for a high-sequence person to use permanent 'fraud' on his personality... I suggest you stop thinking about it."

Norbert obviously thought of something not so good and shook his head with determination.

"And we have to report any trips we take in the 'wrong' way, and we must get permission to interfere with other people's thoughts. As for the High Sequences - it seems that there are 'wrong' High Sequences in the organization, but I haven't seen them. Maybe it's because everyone is very low-key and doesn't want to make it public."

At this point, Norbert's expression became a little subtle, as if he remembered something.

"That's right. After all, the Son of God you believe in is also very low-key." Ten out of ten people are masters of certain paths, and there may be only one low-sequence master of other paths in a hundred people. Garcia is curious about the god "Error" and this path, and questions keep popping up like bubbles. "Have you ever entered a 'dream'? What is the world in the dream like?"

"The dream world is very vague and abstract. The development of events and dialogues between characters are illogical. Dreamers know this."

"However, it is said that the 'dark' path with this authority can make abstract dreams clear, and even communicate with the owner of the dream to achieve the effect of hypnosis and truth-telling. But I have never seen the specific scene, so I have no way of imagining it." Norbert smiled and gestured in the air, "When you dream, what you see in the dream is what you see, usually blurred blocks of color and abstract characters. Dreams are usually completely forgotten within an hour after waking up, so if you want to review your dream, I have to steal it when you fall asleep and put it back into your brain after you wake up."

"It sounds like it can cure the poor sleep quality caused by excessive dreaming..."

"...Indeed." Norbert said awkwardly, "But it is very inconvenient for both me and the patient. Let's go to the temple to pray."

As they were talking, they suddenly heard some kind of commotion in the distance. They looked around for the source of the sound, and finally looked up together to find a strange "bird war" taking place in the air more than ten meters away.

After watching for a while, Garcia pointed at the leader pigeon that stood out among a group of pigeons and other birds and asked, "Is that the Son of God?"

"It's an avatar," Norbert corrected. "The avatar will behave like a normal animal."

"Oh." I quickly wrote it down.

"But what are they doing? This is the first time I see an incarnation attacking other birds. There is obviously no predator-prey relationship..." He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. It seemed to be a group fight, and the target of the beating was a pure black bird. Judging from its size and color, it was undoubtedly a crow.

Norbert looked again: there was no circle on the crow's right eye.

"Why are they attacking crows? What's so strange about crows? Aren't these birds that are besieging them also..."

He was talking to himself when he suddenly stopped talking.

After a second of silence, he smiled knowingly and said easily, "Maybe this crow offended His Highness the Son of God." He looked at the crow that was beaten back step by step and had its feathers pecked off, and stood up: "After all, animals can't distinguish, not to mention that sometimes people can offend a certain god inadvertently... I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do later, so I'll leave first. See you later."

Garcia was stunned for a moment: "Then..."

Unexpectedly, Norbert walked so fast that as soon as he stood up, all that was left of his friend was his receding back.

  ...Will animals be punished by God for offending Him? It sounds a bit strange. Could it be that His Majesty the Son of God is so strict because of the influence of his own incarnation...?

He stood there in a daze for a while, unable to figure out what was going on. Then he turned around and saw that the crow that had just been chased and intercepted was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a few black broken feathers on the ground.
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6-

The central area of ​​​​Renxin Cathedral.

In a tea restaurant with an outdoor dining area that can be seen by everyone, two guests sitting at the same table are looking at the table in silence.

No matter who sees them, they will feel that the two of them are completely unfamiliar, like strangers sharing a table. However, there are many empty tables and chairs in the store, and their actions seem to have a strange tacit understanding, avoiding each other's eyes, brewing something, and waiting for the other party to speak first.

In the end, it was the elderly male guest who was dressed strangely who spoke first.

He smiled and said in a kind, even playful tone, "As always, I have some good news for you."

In the kingdom of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord, although everyone has the opportunity to enjoy a full life, there are still very few people who look old.

——Because even if there is a place to go before and after death, the instinct of living things will still fear the process of aging. Hair turns white, skin wrinkles, physical strength gradually declines... In order to escape these frightening changes, people are more willing to buy some specific "rejuvenation" spells and the number of times the seal is used. Borrowing extraordinary power to maintain the youthful appearance, so old people with white hair and beard like this are very rare. And old people wearing black wizard robes that only appear in story picture books are even rarer. This guest looks like he can directly participate in an educational stage play to teach children not to believe in wild, strange and bad wizards on the roadside. The female guest opposite is very normal. She has hair that seems to be combed by the sun and eyes carved by emeralds. Although she is only wearing a simple white linen dress, she is still beautiful and friendly, with a calm and elegant temperament. The whole person seems to be shrouded in a sacred halo, like a young goddess.

The goddess-like woman responded with a smile:

"Thank you for bringing the lost lambs here. What's the reward?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly, and tea appeared out of thin air on the table. The teapot and the matching single cup were white and delicate, and the tea in the single cup was still emitting hot steam.

"Please," she said.

  The old man smiled and made the same "please" gesture, then picked up the teacup in front of him with a smile, feeling the warmth in his palms and the unique aroma of the tea lingering in his nose. He asked jokingly:

"It smells really good. It looks like I'll be craving another drink after I leave."

The woman smiled and picked up the teacup herself.

"Please rest assured, this is real, not a psychological suggestion." She took a sip of the dark red tea in her cup. "The last time I met you was eighty years ago. I hope I remember your taste correctly."

"Really?" The old man also smiled. "Yes, the aroma of cinnamon and tea leaves, this is indeed my favorite tea blend... You are so sincere and considerate to an old man like me. You are really the embodiment of many virtues, the favored one of the Lord, the goddess of benevolence."

In response to the old man's skilled compliments and kind words, she smiled politely.

"Kindness and virtue are not unique to me, but are the good qualities of everyone. I appreciate your praise and kindness, and your courage to take such a big risk to meet me is beyond doubt." She said, "Mr. Zaratul, please get to the point."

"By the way, I need to add that your infiltration this time doesn't seem to be going smoothly. I can help you temporarily block the connection between your clones to prevent them from transmitting information, but you'd better leave as soon as possible to avoid any problems."

"Don't worry." Zaratul nodded, "I cherish my life!"

Zaratul, who was able to participate in the church's anti-fraud propaganda stage play with his attire and true identity, still had a smile in his tone. Although he appeared alone in the enemy's base camp, he did not look panicked, but in a good mood. Hearing this, Zaratul also cleared his throat, became a little more serious, took out a list from his arms and placed it on the table in front of the two. There were several portraits and some words printed on it, which looked like an identity certificate.

"This time I am sending eight people to heaven, and their identification cards are here."

Zaratul stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and the portrait on the ID card stood up and turned into small paper people as tall as his finger, both men and women.

Zaratul briefly introduced them one by one:

"Hola Middleton, 43 years old, born in poverty, an ordinary person. He has lived a very long and painful life. He is born with mental illness and has become pathologically paranoid and unable to trust anyone because of his life experiences. He lives a hard life of uncontrollable fear, frequent moves, and restlessness all day long, barely surviving with extraordinary drugs. His neighbors applied for mental treatment and asylum for him, but he fled out of fear and the application was forced to be suppressed. However, the good news is that he did not become aggressive because of his suffering, and even when he ran away, he did not hurt anyone."

Zaratul tapped the table with his fingers, and one of the "old men" with simple and even ragged clothes and a sad face took two steps forward and walked in front of Audrey. If you only look at this face, no one would think that he is only 43 years old - whether in heaven or in the outside world, he is considered young.

"After finding him again, the local community experimentally exposed him to the beliefs and teachings of this—" Zaratul pointed to the sky, "and found that he showed extraordinary interest and enthusiasm. He found a reason for the suffering of his life and prayed day after day. Therefore, the news about him was finally delivered to us. After the 'dream' and the conversation, we are sure that he has no objection to the Garden of Eden."

"A person who needs help."

Audrey nodded slowly: "Suffering is not the inevitable price of happiness, but he will spend the rest of his life happily in heaven."

"Louise Fisher."

As Zaratul spoke, the more eye-catching girl among the little people, wearing a light yellow skirt and holding her fingers nervously, came in front of Audrey. Zaratul introduced her very simply: "The great-granddaughter of Marcia, who was sent to the Garden of Eden by Pales sixty years ago. This child is only 9 years old this year. Due to some extraordinary reasons, all her immediate family members have passed away, and she should have been taken care of by her aunt who has a good relationship with her... However, this child has frequently shown the strangeness of the "elect" since birth. She spontaneously prayed and made the sign of the cross more than once in her childhood, and said that she dreamed of a beautiful world."

Audrey quietly savored the sweetness of the tea.

The glory of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord pervades the universe, and the "elect" may appear anywhere. Once they appear, it means that the glory of the Lord will soon be spread here, and the belief in God will also prevail - appearing in a world protected by the Lord of Mystery is indeed not a good sign.

"We suspect that she and her great-grandmother may be highly similar in mysticism or have a mysterious connection, but she is only nine years old and cannot tell whether she is yearning for heaven or has received similar psychological hints under the influence of her great-grandmother's mysticism."

"But you also know that such a young child does not have to leave. She is still young and mentally immature, and she has a gentle relative." Zaratul considered his words and said, "I want to ask, how is Marcia doing?"

Audrey's eyes turned golden, and she looked down at her teacup. The wisps of mist rising from the dark red water quickly twisted and swirled, and after a moment, she returned to normal.

"I found her in the ocean of my subconscious."

The Spiritual Goddess said: "She just celebrated her 136th birthday last month. She lives in the parish of Angleweed, kilometers away. She already has a new family and descendants, including a granddaughter who is the same age as Louise."

Zaratul stroked his beard slowly: "The people in heaven will not reject one more relative who has come from afar."

"Yes." Audrey took a sip of her tea, savoring the sweet taste and spoke slowly, "But I have to make sure that they truly yearn for the Lord and will not leave for the rest of their lives. Let's talk about it in ten years. Let her return to her family. I will block their mystical connections."

"Praise your kindness." Zaratul smiled, and the little girl in the goose yellow skirt returned to the paper and turned into a simple portrait.

"The next one is from the Western Continent."

The young man, the only one among the eight people wearing a long coat with white piping, stepped forward, holding a cross in his hand.

"Ren Siwen is from the Western Continent. His ancestors had always been believers of the 'High Heavenly Saint, High God of the Dome'. They were forced to abandon their own dojo and follow... ahem, the Angel of Illusion Adam." Zaratul smiled. "Over the past few decades, some people in his family have chosen to continue to follow Adam, while others want to believe in him again. Although he is of the younger generation, he wholeheartedly believes that heaven is the salvation and destination of all living beings, and therefore he has been suppressed and persecuted."

"The locals actually wanted to get rid of him secretly, but the Lord was merciful and thought it would be better to fulfill his long-cherished wish. Of course, he still needs to die publicly. The Lord is willing to let him go, and we can't encourage bad habits."

“I didn’t expect that there are still relics of the Lord’s faith in the Western Continent.”

"Thoughts are uncontrollable." Zaratul said with a sigh, "We have worked together several times, and we have met many different people."

“In the outside world, even though faith is no longer needed and gods have become a symbol of being away from the world, expectations for a beautiful paradise still exist;”

"And in the perfect Eden, there are still people who are curious about the outside world and yearn for things beyond this world made of gold..."

“The human mind is eternal and free.”

……

Finally, Audrey accepted the list, and the five paper figures stood beside her, while the other three returned to Zaratul's hands.

"I will arrange new identities for them, and then please lead them into the gate of heaven according to the agreement."

"Ok."

The conversation and cooperation seemed to end here. The Goddess of the Soul picked up the teacup in her hand and no longer looked at the old man opposite.

——Both theoretically and practically, as an angel of God and a subordinate of God, Audrey should regard the people of the Lord of Mysteries as mortal enemies, and all other parishes do the same. People generally believe that believing in the Lord is natural, and that it is also natural for non-believers to suffer and die, and they do not need to be sympathized with, and can even be ridiculed. However, Audrey has a different attitude towards this.

Therefore, after several attempts, she and the subordinates of the evil god Lord of Mystery quietly began to cooperate.

"It has nothing to do with faith, stupidity or intelligence."

More than a hundred years ago, when Audrey first discovered someone trying to sneak in from the outside world, she observed the other party and eventually acquiesced to it.

The Spiritual Goddess has held on to a dream that she had held since she was a human girl, and she has not given it up to this day. Even though her companions think that this is naive or too kind, "How can the majesty of the Lord be demonstrated if the unbelievers are not punished?", even the Lord may not agree with her ideas.

She still did it, risking her life.

"I hope that all people in this world can live happily, and even evil people can have the opportunity to atone for their sins and turn over a new leaf."

She held on to this idea, from weak to strong, from human to god.

However, Zaratul did not seem to notice that the Goddess of Heart had begun to send the guests away, or perhaps he just pretended not to notice. He admired the buildings and scenery in the heaven, and finally spoke casually:

"...You know...we always say something more every time we come here."

"They are all very concerned about your recent situation."

"I appreciate their kindness. I am very happy here. It is peaceful and calm. There is no conflict. People are harmonious and friendly."

"Susie still has no interest in becoming a saint in the canon, and now serves as the archbishop of my church."

Audrey held a teacup that looked like petals in her hands, leaning gently on the back of her chair, looking at the people passing by on the street, with a soft tone and a gentle expression.

"The last time Mr. Pales came, he told me about Fors' promotion to an angel. Although I already knew that Fors was highly appreciated by the Gate and that it was only a matter of time before he became a mythical creature, I was still very surprised... Time flies so fast. It feels like we met just yesterday. They were still completing my commissions, and I was still following that gentleman's suggestion to slip a note with his name into Viscount Glint's book, hoping to quietly pull them all into the Tarot Club."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the goddess of the soul were full of nostalgia.

Recalling those innocent and beautiful times, she couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"We've come so far without realizing it."

……

We have indeed come a long way, Audrey thought.

At the beginning, she was still a saint. There were many countries on this land. Her jurisdiction was the country of the rising sun, the vast western plains and sea of ​​Intis. Intis at that time was like hell compared to now. The people had a low level of education, were not well fed and clothed, and had experienced great pain. Audrey walked among them, thinking about how to make the world a better place and when the Lord would come, just like many new believers.

But just thinking about it is not enough, the sky is out of reach, and the earth is full of people who need help.

As a high-ranking official of the church and the Psychological Alchemy Society, Audrey soon had some subordinates of her own when she received the mission. Although she did not have the experience of managing a team when she was a noble lady and a doctor in the southern continent, she still established good relationships with everyone with the help of the extraordinary power of her predecessors and "audiences", and gained some close teammates. After that, they worked hard on this land. When they cooked food for the people on the street, they helped to collect firewood and maintain law and order; when new houses were built, they handed over bricks and beams with their own hands; when a lonely old man died, they accompanied her through the last moment and prayed that the kind soul would go to the Lord; when everything was on the right track and the first new life was born, the young mother took the child into the church, and Audrey baptized the child for the first time as a bishop, with a thin layer of sweat on her palms.

She was constantly involved in it all.

Later, a conflict broke out between the two gods, and the sun did not rise for a whole week. Strong winds, heavy rains, strange calls, and an atmosphere of panic enveloped everyone... Finally, the battle between the gods ended, and a part of mankind followed that existence and left. The continent rose into the sky and then disappeared, and the people who stayed behind cheered for the rising sun.

The Lord reshaped the land and the sea, and from then on there was no longer any voice opposing the Lord on this land or even on this planet.

Later, half of the universe stopped expressing resistance, and the vast starry sky and the universe became things that humans could explore and observe.

Audrey stayed here, stayed on the earth, and stayed with the people she wanted to protect. She watched the towering mountains turn into plains under the power of the Lord, watched the grasslands with cattle and sheep like clouds turn into large houses, watched the bottomless and dangerous trenches turn into wastelands waiting to be developed, and watched Angerwede make the right choice to let the dragons rise again. From then on, huge wings flew through the air, and the dragons soared in the sky again, forever lowering their proud heads to the sun. Then the old buildings were eliminated, and more "modern" high-rise buildings gradually rose.

This land is no longer called Intis, and there is no distinction between countries. There is no war, no hatred, and the abundant food can make everyone smile. Newborn children do not know what war and hunger are. The mysterious world is rising again. Under the blessing of the Lord, everyone can easily become an extraordinary person and have a long and happy life. Audrey looked at them and blessed them from the bottom of her heart, hoping that this glorious world will last forever.

——In this way, ten or a hundred years passed by unknowingly, the first child she baptized had passed away, and her granddaughter came to her church holding the child.

It really was... such a long time ago.

……

“Your hearts are not divided because of the road.”

  Zaratul added this sentence at the right time. It was dangerous to let an angel in the spiritual realm freely transmit "emotions" in such a close place. Even if Audrey had no hostility, Zaratul did not dare to continue the conversation. So He observed Audrey's expression and face, and changed the subject:

"Every time before we come, everyone in the Tarot Club will prepare some gifts, but unfortunately we can't bring them for safety reasons. So this time, His Highness the Angel of the Stars has prepared some new things, and I hope you will show your favor when the time comes."

  Audrey was slightly startled, and then her expression became excited:

"I am looking forward."

She said, then reminded: "But I hope he can keep himself safe as much as possible. I am happy to know that they are all safe."

“I am really touched by the friendship between you two.”

Zaratul blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "I don't have many friends to begin with, and there are even fewer who are still alive today. Even though I am like this, that guy Pales still says things I don't like all day long. But I am still one step ahead of Him. I will soon receive the gift and make further progress."

"Then I congratulate you in advance."

Audrey put down her teacup and stood up gently, and Zaratul followed suit.

“Although I have Susie to help me with daily affairs, as the administrator of the Divine and Old World parish, I cannot disappear for too long.”

Zaratul nodded and stepped back, "I have disturbed you for too long. I will leave now."

"No, I'm very happy with my decision. I'm still in touch with you. I'm also very happy to hear your news, as if we are still as close and within reach as before." Audrey smiled from the bottom of her heart. "I hope everything goes well for Him and them. I will always wish you all the best."

Zaratul nodded: "Thank you for your kind words."

Then, His figure suddenly twisted and turned into an inconspicuous crow.

Audrey watched the crow fly away, its figure gradually becoming transparent and dissipating in the sunlight like bubbles.

  TBC

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I'll update it secretly while everyone isn't paying attention. (End of this chapter)