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

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"Give...huh...volunteer..."

The store manager looked at Amon silently for a while, lying on the table talking in his sleep, then reached out and pushed him to wake him up.

Amon was forced to wake up. There were still a few marks on his face that had been pressed by his own sleeves. He was still a little confused and subconsciously asked the store manager: "Do you want to sell that 8-soul bracelet?"

"Eight sores?" The store manager was happy and put the wrapped gift box in Amon's arms. "I told you, I'll sell you the bracelet for only 2 sores. You don't have to pay such a high price."

"But wasn't there a lady who was willing to pay 12 soli just now?" Amon yawned, feeling a little resentful, "You still agreed."

After hearing this, a big question mark appeared on the store manager's forehead. He looked around the store, then looked at the confused Amon, and asked cautiously: "Did you dream? I want to buy it this afternoon." You are the only one who owns this bracelet, there is no other lady."

"After you bought the wind chime and pendant, you suddenly said you were a little sleepy, and then you walked to the rest area and started to lie down to sleep."

Um? Amon finally woke up, looked around, and was surprised to find that it was already dark.

And he went out around four o'clock, and actually slept for more than an hour. It is true that I am the only one in the store. I feel like I just had an unclear dream, in which a man in black clothes said something to me, but I have almost forgotten it now. He looked at the box in his hand again, and with his spiritual intuition, he confirmed that everything he purchased was inside.

If you suddenly fall asleep or have a strange dream in a high sequence, it is best not to ignore it easily. This is likely to be some revelation or prediction. But Amon subconsciously felt that it was better not to dwell on it, so he quickly put the conversation with the store manager behind him.

I bought everything I needed to buy, but there was nothing I wanted. Amon yawned again, stood up, said goodbye to the store manager, and left the jewelry store.

…

"Is it true, Mr. Hanged Man, that you sailed to a magical red sea?"

"Justice" Miss Audrey was very interested in Alger's words. She maintained a dignified sitting posture, but couldn't help leaning her back slightly forward, almost breaking away from the "audience" state; on the other side, "The Sun" Derrick also listened attentively to this extraordinary story outside the God-Forsaken Land, trying hard to find a counterpart in the God-Forsaken Land; while "Magician" Forsi was both curious and hesitant.

She was deeply attracted by the story described by the other party, and couldn't wait to write an adventure story based on it that challenged her imagination. But she also knew that if she really wrote it like this, she would probably send it to the editorial department. That night, I will be taught that extraordinary people come to visit the Chavas meter.

This "Gathering in front of God" is really beyond my imagination... It would be great if I could really collect the materials here and compile and publish them. I am willing to give everyone a share... Forsi's heart is itching.

The only thing that didn't react was "The World", because "The Fool" listened attentively and did not control it.

"The Hanged Man" Alger understood everyone's reaction, but Mr. "Fool" remained silent which made him a little uneasy. He told everyone about his recurring dream during this period just to brainstorm ideas, but he didn't expect that everyone listened to it as a story and listened with gusto.

Don't just listen to the story... He secretly glanced at the calm god and answered Audrey's question:

"Yes, in this dream, I sailed all the way and found a red sea."

"Then, my crew members gradually turned into demons, and I also turned into a demon. We were hostile to each other. It seemed that we had forgotten that we were acquaintances and just wanted to kill each other..." Alger roughly told the story of the dream. The word devil is mentioned emphatically in the chaos that occurs on the ship.

In the dream, it was acceptable to see one of his crewmates turn into demons from the perspective of a bystander, but it was absolutely horrifying to see a demon with his own face appear. After Alger woke up, he instinctively wanted to recite the command of the Storm Lord and pray, but when it came to his lips, he changed it to praying to Mr. Fool, but Mr. Fool did not respond to him.

Because Mr. Fool was still lying at the door of his house at that time.

"Then what? How are you doing?" Audrey once again asked this question on behalf of everyone, and Mr. Fool cast his eyes approvingly.

"Then..." Alger frowned, trying hard to recall the fragmented dream, "Then...a giant rag doll...taught us a lesson? It defeated us all, tied us up, and let the ship continue to move forward. "

Ragdoll……? Miss "Justice" was stunned, and the many cute toys she placed beside her bed appeared in her mind. For a moment, she felt that this dream that looked like a horror drama had turned into a horror comedy.

Ragdoll? Klein was confused.

Ragdoll? Forsi was stunned, thinking that Mr. "The Hanged Man" was quite childlike.

Only Derrick "The Sun" thought seriously about what a rag doll was, and then suddenly said: "A 'rag doll' is a kind of toy, right? It's sewn with cloth, filled with things, and is for children. Toy."

"Yes." Audrey answered.

Derrick scratched his head: "There is no stuffing called 'cotton' in Silver City, and fabric is very precious. Rag dolls only exist in records... According to records, there seems to be a way for a mythical creature to be a rag doll. But I don’t know if it’s what you’re talking about.”

After speaking, he looked at Mr. Fool. Only after seeing the other party's approval did he materialize his memory.

A cute figure with buttons for eyes and stuffed with cotton, it looks cute and feels good.

"Yes, although it can be made into many styles, this toy is just a rag doll." Audrey said firmly.

Klein noticed the ancient giant language annotation next to it, and the screen shook slightly. This ancient language was translated into the common language of the Northern Continent, which received inner praise from everyone.

"Alien species? Well, it is the path of the prisoners, Miss Sharon and Maric, and it is also the path of the Rose School of Thought in the Southern Continent..."

Klein was thoughtful, looked at the Hanged Man who was also thoughtful, and thought wickedly: "Could it be that the person who hired Mr. 'The Hanged Man' was a high-sequence expert from the Rose School? At least he’s a demigod!”

If it were in his own body, the "Hanged Man" would already be sweating profusely. Being reminded of this information, he vaguely remembered that he had indeed encountered a Rose School ship at sea. The captain on board was at least the same Sequence 7 as himself. At that time, he thought that there would be a tough battle to be fought, but he did not expect that the other party would get closer and see clearly. Then he turned around and ran away at three times the speed.

Alger didn't think he had the reputation or power to scare away these fierce and crazy cultists, so there was only one suspicious person, and that was Sistine Ernst, who was fishing on the side of the boat at the time!

Is he a demigod? And he is also a demigod of the "Prisoner" path? Since the madmen from the Rose School ran away after seeing him, it meant that he was probably not part of the same group, and most likely belonged to the declining "temperance sect".

So the Ernst family is a branch of the Temperance faction? Do you do charity to show your need or to hide it? If the other party is a demigod, his lifespan should be very long, and Sistine is most likely a pseudonym.

With insufficient information, Alger made bold speculations all the way, and thought of the founder of the legendary foundation, a great philanthropist who had almost no images or portraits left behind, Mr. Richard Ernst. The year of birth and death of this philanthropist who was active in the Russell period is unknown. It is said that he has descent from the Southern Continent and received assistance from Emperor Russell. There are secret organizations claiming that he is not dead, but has become a great hidden existence. Those who advocate this view are the "Pilgrimage Sect" who work closely with the Ernst Foundation.

Alger thought of the small orphanage in Bayam City that was managed by a Sequence 5 "janitor", and thought of the unidentified person who behaved, ate, and clothed as if he were a noble. Craftsman,” and the good-natured Mr. Ernst who often invited him to dinner. When he thought that the other person might be a demigod, yet he always treated him so casually, and even tried to swindle more money, Alger felt his scalp numb and his whole body breaking out in a cold sweat.

However, this organization is relatively loose and low-key, and with many internal channels, it is impossible to tell whether it is a branch of the Temperance faction.

Klein also had similar thoughts.

The Temperance sect should not be like the Indulgence sect who kills people without reason. The mysterious strong man stopped Mr. "The Hanged Man" and his men from killing each other, and made them forget about it afterwards. It should be for "The Hanged Man". "Hangren" They are nice and have no intention of causing harm...

"Dear Mr. Fool."

After talking about the dream that had troubled him for nearly a week, Alger stood up uneasily and saluted the "Fool" above him: "This is all the information I can get from the dream."

"What do you think of this?"

The god hidden by the gray mist smiled softly and said calmly:

"nothing."

"This matter is over and he wants you to keep it secret."

Hearing this answer, "The Hanged Man" Alger breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the fact that Mr. Ernst made himself lose his memory, it was obvious that the other party had no ill intentions and even had some good intentions for them. Alger didn't feel frightened, but rather relieved.

Because the other sailors obviously did not have similar dreams and went about their lives as usual. If they had such a dream, they would definitely go to the church to confess. If the church knew that they had encountered such a terrifying thing, I am afraid that all the people in this boat would be imprisoned in the church basement and never see the light of day.

If Mr. Ernst doesn't want to know, then he just "doesn't know". The more you know, the more likely it is to cause disaster.

"Thank you for your teaching."

Feeling that he had been thinking for a little too long, Alger quickly bowed and thanked you, and at the same time asked, "How can I repay you?"

Mr. Fool didn't take it seriously: "It's just a small matter."

Alger's head lowered, he praised the Fool in his heart, and sat down respectfully.

"However, your dream reminded me of something."

After Alger sat down, The Fool folded his hands and smiled softly: "For example, 'temperance'."

control? The Temperance sect that split off from the Rose School! They are the former state religion of the Highland Kingdom, a splintered part of the Church of the Bound God. They claim to have inherited the orthodoxy and are close to the Church of the Seven Gods, which means they are not necessarily enemies. Mr. Fool is suggesting that I don’t need to be nervous...

Alger completed the self-guide and was even more grateful.

After the story is told, what follows is the exchange of bits and pieces of information between the members. Klein sold the "werewolf" trait for a thousand pounds. Mr. "The Hanged Man" had the hair of a deep sea naga, and "The World" also made a request to find the "human skin shadow". As the meeting came to an end, the god suddenly tapped the table with his fingers, attracting everyone's attention:

"And, another thing."

Everyone pricked up their ears and heard the god say in an understatement: "On the opposite side, there is a 'devil'."

"He is in Backlund at this time, and my beloved encountered Him by chance. This demon's name is——"

"—Edward Vaughan."

Edward Vaughn... While everyone else was thinking and remembering, Miss Magician was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned pale.

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Klein left the gray fog and sat quietly for a long time. After confirming that he was safe now, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door of his house.

Klein turned his head and glanced out the window at the steam church where the spire could be seen. He did not take out the pendulum for divination, but planned an escape route after jumping out of the window in one second, placed a few matches on the window sill, then mustered up his courage and cautiously approached the door.

My heartbeat was suppressed to the lowest level, I held my breath, and my feet were silent. The moment his hand grasped the doorknob, Klein's spirituality outlined the face of the visitor outside the door:

An old gentleman with good temperament and strict dress.

stranger……

But I can’t confirm whether it’s a disguise, or an ability similar to that of the “Faceless Man”… It shouldn’t be the devil, nor Edward Vaughn. If he wants to kill me, he probably only needs to knock on my door, and there is no need to spend so much money on disguise. Zhou Zhang. And besides Him, I actually have no other enemies or dangers recently... Klein thought carefully and used his pendulum to divine "no danger" before turning the handle and opening the door.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"..." The smile on Klein's face was a little unbearable, because the identity certificate he used to rent a house had a fake name, and the other party revealed his "real name". He had obviously done some research and came prepared.

The old gentleman, who was so serious that he seemed unable to smile, seemed to notice his concerns and calmly spoke first: "Don't worry, Mr. Moriarty, I don't intend to be detrimental to you, I just want to invite you to meet someone." See my master."

This old gentleman is very rigorous in every move he makes, and he has a very mysterious feeling. He is most likely an Extraordinary, and there is no need for a family that can control powerful Extraordinary people to trick me into killing him... Klein has not given up. Be alert and ask calmly: "May I ask who your master is...?"

"If you decide to accept my master's invitation, I will tell you everything truthfully." The old butler obviously did not intend to say it now.

With a powerful Extraordinary like you blocking my door, it seems like I have no choice, right? Klein settled for the next best thing and chose a relatively tactful question: "Then why is your master looking for me?"

The professional and rigorous butler did not pay attention to his inspection, and said with a polite smile:

"For your and my master's mutual friend, Mr. Talim."

Um? Could this be the big shot Talim mentioned? ...Invite me to investigate Talim's death? Could it be that there are some supernatural factors involved? I did doubt whether it would be Edward Vaughn who silenced him, but an ordinary person like Talim who knew nothing about it should not... If it was really related to Edward Vaughn, then I would immediately refuse and push it to The royal family... Klein pondered for two seconds and said:

"Your master came to me for Talim's death?"

"Yes, Talim was his friend. He was sad and confused about his death." The old butler said clearly.

Very good. From this point of view, the other party may be a person who values ​​friendship. If the case involves my life safety, I should be able to escape smoothly... Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the end he could only nod:

"I'm not sure how much I can do for Talim."

"It's really a sad and regretful thing." The old butler said sincerely, "Are you willing to accept my master's invitation?"

Do I have any reason to refuse? That looks very suspicious! You might kill him on the spot... Klein looked at him and said:

"I happen to have nothing to do this afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty, please." The old butler bent slightly, stretched out his white-gloved right palm, and pointed at the carriage on the opposite side of the cement road.

The "Sword of Judgment"...is the royal family, the House of Augustus...

Alas, I have been avoiding contact with important people, but finally I have to face the person behind Talim because of his death... I don’t know if this will attract attention or more in-depth background investigations... I have to advance Make a plan and be ready to give up this stronghold and identity at any time... Also, get the characteristics of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea Naga as soon as possible, and be promoted to a "faceless man" as soon as possible! In this way, my ability to resist risks will more than double! Klein put on his coat and hat, and when he walked towards the carriage with the royal crest, he had already thought about the next steps.

At this time, the servant brought by the old housekeeper opened the car door for him.

Stepping on the thick brown and yellow carpet, looking at the wooden cabinets containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Ronzi, and Helander, as well as the crystal-polished cups, Klein felt a little restrained for a moment and found a seat by the window. Sit down.

——Lonzie refers to the strong distilled liquor brewed from pure malt. There are many types, such as "Lonzie" which is the favorite drink of sailors. The bottles in the cabinet now are obviously high-end products. As for Blackland, it is It refers to strong distilled liquor mixed with fermentation of other grains. Like Lonzi, it is a specialty of Loen.

Watching the carriage drive through the wet streets, Klein asked casually:

"To Queens?"

"No, my master is waiting for you at Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Queens." The old butler did not hide anything.

It seems to be a royal manor... Klein thought for a while, smiled and asked again:

"Can you tell me your master's identity now?"

The old butler's already straight back became even straighter, and his chin was raised:

"He is the descendant of the 'Founder', the 'Protector', he is the son of the 'Mighty One', he is the fifth child of His Majesty the King, Count Rustin, His Highness Prince Edsac Augustus .”

TBC

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Although I'm not done yet, I can take some time to code.

It's really dramatic how things have evolved to this point. It feels like I'm digesting the instigator or the witch of pain.

They even took screenshots of my complaints and called me crazy. I did the same thing before when I wrote The Adventures of Ah Dao. The original author of the OC suddenly got into a fight when I wrote it well. He beat me up with map cannons and made me like the original work. Lord of Mysteries tag, I have resentment in my heart and you won’t let me express it, right?

Now that my new book "Free Yourself" is making some progress, it can also help Squid make money in reverse. You don't know the cause and effect, but you just take it out of context and call me crazy? You have the ability to compete in the book circle, but you don’t have the guts to come over here and step on me? Don't go to this barber shop, it's bad luck. Go to Old Ford and laugh at me for not being popular, and report me eight times in 5 hours. Wow, you guys are so crazy! (Bangdu

Thank you for your comfort. I am no longer angry. I just feel that it was the right decision to finish writing this article early and run away from this circle never to be seen again.