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

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Minsk Street 15, bathroom.

Klein took out a paper figurine from the hidden pocket of his clothes, flicked his hand, and turned it into a stand-in.

He asked the substitute to sit on the toilet, holding a newspaper in his hand, to deceive others, while he used this to hide in the shadows, walk four steps backwards, and enter above the gray fog.

In the grand ancient palace, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table and let Jason Beria's handkerchief appear in front of him.

——This is just a projection, but it can also be used for divination.

Let's try it. The effect of projection may not be good, but under the supervision of the church, it is too dangerous to hold a ceremony and sacrifice physical objects... If it doesn't succeed, I will go back and think of a way... Klein muttered, manifesting On parchment and a round-belly pen, the divination statement was written:

"Jason Belial's current location."

Normally, it is impossible to divine the target's whereabouts and whereabouts by relying on a handkerchief that the other party has only used in a certain ceremony, because the connection is not close enough and there are too many interferences. For example, it is easy to provoke the person to whom the other party's ceremony points. The Grand Duke of the Abyss.

But for Klein, this level of interference can be ruled out, because he speculated that the so-called Grand Duke of the Abyss is at best a high-sequence demon, not the incarnation of the abyss, the "dark side of the universe."

And this title... He vaguely remembered that he should have seen the name of Demon Path Sequence 2 in Russell's diary, which was "Blood Archduke". In this way, the demon related to Jason Belial was the same. An angel, on the same level as Mr. Edward Vaughn, I don’t know who is stronger.

The objects he entertained in this mysterious space above the gray mist were gods such as the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "True Creator", and the only one who came close was Mr. "Gate" who was at least an angel-level one, and he has not capsized so far.

Klein held the handkerchief and the parchment with the divination sentences written on it, and leaned back on the chair.

He used dream divination to quickly enter a meditative state, and kept silently reciting "Jason Belial's current location". After seven times, Klein fell into a deep sleep and came to the dream world.

In the gray sky and earth, countless pictures flashed continuously, intermittent with each other, and extremely divergent.

Soon, a picture became clear. The lights were dim, the desk was dark red, and a figure stood in front of the oriel window, looking out at the garden outside.

There is a glass shed in the garden, in which roses bloom, bright red in the December cold.

The figure's appearance was projected onto the window. He was a man of medium build, slightly curly brown hair, and cold brown eyes. He appeared to be in his thirties.

This...am I not divining the location of Jason Belial? Who is this? It feels a bit familiar... Klein was confused for a while, but did not think about it and allowed his spirituality to continue to remain divergent, as if he was roaming in a mysterious world.

Just as this thought came to his mind, he saw the scene change again. He saw Jason Beria entering a strange private house, walking to the corner of the room, suddenly taking off his clothes one by one, and then reaching out his hand. There was a gash in the back of his head!

Klein was startled and almost woke up from his dream, but then he discovered that there was no blood flowing out of the opening, but instead revealed a slightly darker skin color. Then, he watched in horror as "Jason Belial" completely took off his skin in just about ten seconds.

He shook out the pale human skin and folded it up. Under the dim and blurry light, the demon in human skin raised his face. The halo of light illuminated his face. It was the brown-haired man that Klein saw just now. strange man!

At this point, the picture suddenly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes.

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Klein returned to the real world and immediately divined, but got the result that it was not appropriate to go out now.

He was a little anxious. Although there was no doubt about the power of the church, Jason Belial was found out in just one night. It was foreseeable that he would be arrested or killed. But if they found the wrong person and got delayed information, , leading to the demon escaping calmly?

They had already seen the devil's mansion in the morning, and there were layers of corpses inside. The earliest ones could even be traced back to several years ago, and there were hundreds of skeletons in total. If he cannot be arrested this time, countless innocent people will be harmed after escaping the siege!

But there was no point in rushing this matter. Klein had no choice but to suppress it and perform fortune-telling every ten minutes or so, looking for opportunities to go out.

However, after thinking about it, after the initial nervousness, Klein gradually calmed down: the fact that Jason Belial has been operating in human skin cannot be deduced from the current clues and intelligence. The results obtained by the mysterious gray mist divination are results that only one can obtain.

But this information is too critical. If it is reported directly to the church, when asked, even if you make excuses afterwards, find reasons, and use "connections" to justify it, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Even if you can't find a suitable reason, you may be suspected of being involved with the devil.

If things get worse and the Church of the Night discovers that he is the resurrected Klein Moretti, he will go to prison behind the Chanis Gate and eat until the next life!

What if Mr. Edward is informed?

No, even though there are frequent disappearances around the residence, and the walls, gardens, and foundations of the villa are full of corpses, Patrick Jason is still a good neighbor with great spirit in the hearts of the surrounding residents.

And Mr. Edward is also a demon or an angel, on the same level as the one whose summoning failed. It's hard to tell which side is the real one... If I inform him rashly, I might be exposed to the secrets of the gray fog space. Even if not, There is no guarantee that the other party will care about the safety of ordinary people... In other words, it is better to inform Mr. Edward than to tell the church. At least the church is more upright...

Klein's thoughts were racing, and it took him a while to calm down. He decided to wait for two days before using a suitable method to inform the night watcher in charge of the revelation he had obtained.

He was silent for a while, and after about an hour, the doorbell rang.

Isengard Stanton came with the latest information about the Desire Apostles.

According to the news from Essinger, Jason Belial took action again. The families of the two stubborn detectives who believed in the Lord of Storms felt that they would not be implicated, so they did not place themselves under the protection of the church. During lunch, they were found dead in their offices. One was frightened to death, and the other was so excited that he died of heart failure.

"However, in this way, the Punisher has officially intervened in this matter. Now, it is said that several major churches and even official high-sequence powerhouses have set their sights on the 'Apostle of Desire' incident."

The two detectives discussed it for a moment. Judging from the results, now that the three major churches have all mobilized, it is only a matter of time before the devil is caught. Jason Belial's behavior of seeking death is in line with the crazy characteristics of the devil, but it also violates the "cold-blooded" principle of having no fear and being extremely rational. common sense.

Such unusual clues made the detectives think.

"The actions of the 'Desire Apostle' today have confirmed one of my guesses. Haha, it's also the question you thought of before."

"Isn't his main purpose revenge?" Klein understood the other party's words.

Essinger leaned forward and said solemnly: "Now that Jason has passed the 'cold-blooded' stage, it means that he must have become cold-blooded, and it is impossible to do this for the devil dog.

"But, Sherlock, you see, up to now, all of Backlund's official extraordinary forces have been mobilized, and even high-sequence experts have shifted more attention to this matter. At this time, Jay If Sen wanted to deal with another, real target, wouldn’t it be much easier?”

Klein thought for a moment and responded in a deep voice:

"That makes sense!"

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After communicating for a while, Essinger continued to look for Kaslana. After Klein tossed a coin, he decided to go out and go to the Kragg Club.

They have not disclosed their speculations to the official Beyonders for the time being, for fear of causing harm to Jason and causing him to give up his actions.

As soon as he entered the Cragg Club, Klein met surgeon Allen in the lobby.

"Long time no see." He greeted with a smile.

"I've been too busy recently." Allen responded kindly, but kept a cold expression as usual, "and my wife is pregnant recently, and I want to be a father again."

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Edward walked on the road with no purpose or direction, and deliberately did not think about his destination. He walked slowly on the streets of Backlund relying solely on the guidance of his spiritual intuition.

"Paras Negan is a believer of the Storm Lord. He seemed to have been assassinated by a pirate once. At that time, I was still in Tingen, preparing for the divine descending ceremony of the true creator."

He muttered words as he walked, and the crow squatting on his shoulders turned his head to listen, sometimes answering in spiritual communication: "So we have to sit back and wait, focus on Negan, and wait for an encounter with Beria?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, we don't have items related to Pallas Negan on hand, so we can't locate it through divination."

Crow said regretfully: "My divination skills are not that good, and since I am a Duke and have been assassinated once, there must be corresponding anti-divination measures in place now, so it is not so easy to be discovered."

"..."

Edward suddenly stopped. Their position happened to be not far from a park in the middle of the street. The ground beneath their feet shook slightly. There was yellow and white smoke floating up from the hidden outlet of the park in the middle of the street. There was probably a steam train passing below.

"You are right, Amon."

Edward spoke slowly: "...This reminds me of one thing. The Beria family has nothing to do with pirates, but they all focused on Duke Negan and came one after another to assassinate him. The pirates are okay Explain that enough money can drive them to do dirty work, but the Belia family is different. Their purpose should be to go to the abyss and worship Fabuti, and because the problem of the path itself has long faded from the eyes of the world, they should not Moved by money and benefits.”

"No one thought there was a problem with this kind of thing at the time. If you think about it carefully, you will find that it is unreasonable and illogical, but it did happen. Does the style look familiar?"

Crow fell silent and answered uncertainly: "Paranoid?"

"If it hadn't been for the Mother Tree of Desire giving the Beria family a gift, and He couldn't have borrowed the power of the outer gods anyway, I would have suspected that the Beria family's preparations were also his ghostly plan to arrange for me."

"However, according to our memory, killing a secular duke does not require his hands. It is the organization's responsibility to peel off the cocoons from the chaotic connections, find the most critical point, and then destroy it, causing the entire balance to collapse. Things one should do for Him.”

The crow sharpened his claws on a piece of metal decoration on Edward's shoulder, and tilted his head to look at the white circles under his eyes in the reflection of the metal piece. He suddenly asked: "What is the current era heading towards?"

"...It seems that for the war that Russell didn't start, someone will take care of it this time. It's really good, and he is also a shadow of order."

Edward silently calculated in his mind, and then nodded: "Indeed, it is time to redistribute interests, clean up the redundant population, and solve the problems left by Russell. The 'war sweeping the world' cannot be accomplished by one person or one country. The fight does not depend on people, countries, or kings, but on gods. When the Black Emperor was dictatorial, everyone thought of resisting or temporarily avoiding the edge, but when they and they both had this idea, this fight War will naturally present opportunities."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, wars on both sides, and a complete man-made disaster in the near future." He read, "It's great, this boring world can always give me some old things to sort out."

Just then, the wind roared, blowing away the hazy clouds. Edward stretched out his hand to hold down the top hat on his head, and pulled up the collar. The cold wind cut the passerby's face like a knife. Everyone lowered their heads and curled up their necks involuntarily, and no one noticed a figure crossing the sky very quickly.

The crow leaned down to prevent himself from being blown away, the haze dispersed, and the pale sunlight temporarily fell. Edward looked back at the disappeared storm demigod, and paused thoughtfully for a while.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and walked quickly through the street in front of him, turned two corners, and his field of vision suddenly broadened - in front of him was a wide river coastline, with several small passenger ships neatly lined up, and there were still many small ships in the small port. There are dozens of fishing boats docked. This is the inland waterway, which flows into the sea along the Tasoke River. It is one of the fastest ways to leave Backlund by water.

A large three-masted Hanoi sailboat has raised its sails, and passengers are boarding the ship one after another with their luggage, crowded and orderly.

The man with high cheekbones, hair neatly combed back, and blue-grey eyes walked among the people boarding the ship, with one foot already on the deck. Suddenly, as if a strange connection had been established, he turned his head and scanned the crowd behind him.

He saw a group of ordinary humans squeezing behind him, saw the bright sky in the distance after the clouds were blown away by the wind, saw the busy crowd at the port, and saw a man who was originally looking at the river, but just turned around. A middle-aged gentleman with black eyes met hers.

Great fear broke out in her heart.

A bottomless darkness suddenly bloomed in front of her eyes.

He stood on the ladder for too long, and the boarding ladder, which could only allow two people to pass, caused a small congestion due to his stop. Passengers carrying luggage and cloth bags behind looked at the young man in confusion. After standing behind him for a long time, the person closest to him couldn't help but push him gently on the shoulder: "You're still here?" go?"

As if waking up from a dream, the young man showed a gentle smile and kept saying "Sorry, sorry" and "I took the wrong boat", and then quickly walked down the ladder and returned to the shore.

Smiling, he walked towards Edward Vaughan who was standing on the shore, and stood familiarly next to him, on the side where the crow was. Then he took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

TBC

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I went to make an appointment for a new cover, and the cover for this article has failed three times! Every one of them is so ugly that they look good!

Now this... I can't say it's ugly, nor can I say it's pretty... I can only say that with the help of the two alliance leaders, this golden font seems to be noble and luxurious...