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

Chapter 9

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——In the end, I successfully concluded a deal with that human being and let him go.To be precise, it is compensation, he must do something for me.I feel like I've been a victim of this whole thing: Mr. Nightmare came into my dreams, I treated him well, and I'm just here to help the Allies, and I don't intend to cause any complications.He dropped my stuff.Of course, this is not important, what is important is why he didn't restrain his curiosity, but why did he want to take a look at it when he was cleaning it?
He saw what he shouldn't see and was punished.In addition to exposing me, it is also because Roselle made an agreement with me when he was awake, that I cannot spread the contents of the diary, especially the parts involving secrets and starry sky.

I also need to help him pay attention, and monitor those who can understand his diary and spread it widely without understanding the dangers in it, creating panic and chaos, unless authorized by Roselle himself.

This is my deal with him.

He hopes that the human beings and low-to-middle-sequence Extraordinary people in this world can live safely without knowing anything.At least later, the real fellow villagers from the old days would not suddenly lose control, go crazy, die, and explode into pieces of meat while reading his diary, laughing and laughing.

Of course, I can teach His diary to others to a certain extent, but I cannot spread it a second time, nor can I teach anyone Chinese.That gray notebook was 100 years ago, and it was the material I used to teach Richard.Why is it still in my conscious world, do I really care?Or is it the work of "someone" or "something" again, which is not good and needs a beating.

Frankly speaking, I regret my actions in cultivating him back then.My purpose is just to let him gather the remnants of the Temperance Sect for my use, take away the anchor of the Bound God, and oppose the Rose School of Thought under the control of the mother tree.I want an obedient subordinate, just like their name: puppet.But He always has his own ideas, such as taking my sect to do charity.The reverse influence of the long-term believers on the gods has added a lot of messy anchors that I don’t know the meaning of.

Moreover, a charitable foundation was established nearly 200 years ago, and received a large amount of funding from Russell, who was already the consul at that time.

Which demon is doing charity?It's me, and that's fine.

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I remember that when He was still more like him, he was always persistent in teaching me Chinese, and he cared about my accent, feeling that it was tasteless.

"You still long to hear your mother tongue," I said.

"Of course." He asked me back, "Don't you wish so?"

"I think it's okay." I replied truthfully, "The Kingdom of Loen is very similar to my hometown in the seventeenth century. Even the pollution fog that lingers after the Industrial Revolution is more and more similar, just like being at home. You The alienation is probably because the world as a whole is Western-style, if this is an ancient oriental country, you will definitely have a sense of belonging.”

Roselle curled his lips: "What you said makes sense, but your translation accent speaks too much Chinese, I just want to laugh."

"Your spoken English is also very bad. I heard that your country has an English proficiency test. I guess you failed." I confronted each other and hurt each other, "The writers and inventors whose works have been changed by you must be lined up If I want to beat you, I can line up all the way from Trier to Backlund."

"Damn, don't talk about that." Roselle quickly waved his hand, "Matilda is pregnant, and I'm going to have my third child! Congratulate me!"

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But, but—I know, someone is influencing me.

If I am not wearing the skin of a devil, if I am the main body, not this clone with only one hand as weak as mine, if I descend with a real person, that quill and its current writer are writing about me When the first word is written, it will be blown to pieces and completely killed.But there are not so many ifs, I can only endure the humiliation now.

——After all, Angels of the Abyss have always been unpopular.Because I like to run around, do whatever I want, without the reserve of a mythical creature, and always destroy the game between the gods.I still walked on the ground carelessly like in the fourth era, never shying away from human eyes, and never caring that my arrival symbolized disaster and blood.

That Mr. Nightmare was also distorted. He just happened to come into my dream and dropped my notebook.I don't know what the writer wants to do, what is the point of arranging a Sequence 7 by my hand, but he thinks that he can use me by giving me a blood sacrifice. The last person who was so stupid and naive was Roselle, so I warned him.

Roselle is probably scolding me every day in the mausoleum.

Although his inventions are spread all over the world, people use his developed light bulbs and various props, watch his operas and novels, nobles and commoners will play the games he created, but those who believe in him are divided into cults .The only anchors He had were my charity, which had received grants, and a few high-ranking members of my denomination—they thought I was on good terms with Him, indeed.The children of the charity would thank Lord Roselle at their weekly prayers, saying his name and mine.These tiny, world-wide anchors are His last straws.

The black emperor's insignificant, self-deceiving conscience saved him.

He is awake and I know it.I am glad that He is awake, because in this way, this great consul, His Majesty the Emperor who made a deal with the devil, can listen to the prayers of the children and the weak in the lightless mausoleum, and be awake day after day Struggling to death in the gap between madness and madness, thinking over and over again of the crimes he committed and the sea of ​​blood he created with his own hands.

...how pleasing to the eye.

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Dunn pinched the bridge of his nose and yawned a little, feeling that he seemed a little out of spirit today.

But this is also normal. I was busy investigating witch-related cases with Klein Moretti all day yesterday, and followed him to the morgue to channel Mrs. Sharon.But Mrs. Sharon's spirit had disappeared without a trace, and it was still too late.In the afternoon, I was busy writing reports to the church, assisting the police in dealing with the scene of the incident, and preventing imitation crimes.In the early morning, he kept going to the lunatic asylum to visit Hood Eugen, and at night, he visited Tingen's dreams as usual and digested the nightmare potion. The whole day was so fulfilling that even a sleepless person would feel tired.

In order to refresh himself and confirm, Dunn silently recalled the food that he caught in his dream last night: pan-fried lamb chops with lemon juice, very sweet milk tea with plenty of milk, steak with black pepper sauce, fish and chips, all expensive Highland black tea, smoked salmon sandwich, milk sponge cake, biscuits...

Thinking of this, he checked himself habitually, and found that although his body was exhausted, his spirit was actually better than ever! The potion of "Nightmare" seemed to have completely integrated into his body, and he felt that his mastery of power had reached the best state ever!
My potion is completely mastered!The efforts during this period were not in vain, and Klein's method really worked... There was a hint of surprise in his deep eyes, and a certain figure that flashed in his mind made him calm down again.But the usually steady Captain of the Nighthawks still couldn't hide his joy, stood up from his chair, and walked back and forth in the office several times.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" Someone knocked on the office door, and Kenley poked his head out from the door, "Captain! Old Neil brought Mrs. Saliste's snacks, including your favorite pies and sorbets, It was specially made by Mrs. Saliste for you, come out and eat quickly! You were late last time!"

Dun En's brows were beaming with joy. Although he maintained the captain's restraint and composure, he couldn't help speeding up his pace by half a point.

Ke Enli happily opened the door to let the way go, and led his captain to the lively lounge.When going downstairs, Dunn glanced out of the window out of nowhere, just in time to see a gentleman passing by the Nighthawks small building.The two met each other by chance, Dunn subconsciously nodded to each other, and the other pressed the brim of his hat very kindly.

The figures of Kenli and Dunn quickly disappeared from the window.

Edward loosened the brim of his hat, looked at the small building with the sign of "Black Briar Security Company", and said to himself: "This is it?"

"So this is the stronghold of the Nighthawks, and the hero who destroyed the plan of God's Descending is here?" He said a little appreciatively, "This is right, this is good, when disaster strikes, someone must struggle to the death, It is the most perfect to fall into the Jedi with hope, and I really want to make this city my own thing more and more."

He listened attentively, and heard the Nightmare say in a calm and joyful voice: "I have already mastered the potion "Nightmare", this month, our Nighthawk team may submit a second special application. ’ followed by a cacophony of cheers, booing, shoulder pats and hugs, vague blessings with something in their mouths, and repeated mentions of a name—“Daly.”

Followed by "lady", human female, his love?
Looking back on last night, all he showed was a sense of justice and excellent self-sacrifice.Edward thought with great interest, but those voices were too complicated, and human voices were always messy and lacked sufficient value, so he only listened to it for two seconds and stopped paying attention.

"Okay, Nightmare can help me monitor the movements of the Nighthawks, and I'll be notified immediately of any emergencies. The matter is basically completed. Next, do you want to visit that daring human?"

In a certain house with a red chimney and a garden, I was flipping through my notebook, adding a new sentence "... It is understandable that Dunn saw the angel of the abyss in his dream, and unfortunately made the other party feel unhappy. Quite covert control and suggestion, which is in line with Ince Zangwill's expectations." The former Archbishop of the Night sneezed unexpectedly and felt a bit of chills, secretly delighted and relieved a little.

TBC
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*thanks for your support!Don't aim too high, focus on the plot, if you can finish the book, you will be considered a success.jpg
* With the help of effective anchors and outer gods, Roselle is not always asleep like in the original work, but half awake and half asleep, but half of the time when awake is crazy.Carving Edward Vaughn's tombstone in his grave was one of the few and most sane acts of his.

It is now September 9th, and there are still 5 days before God's Descend.

(End of this chapter)