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

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"Have you packed up? The Utopia train station is leaving today. We will leave on the afternoon train."

Everett opened the envelope sent by the waiter, took out two exquisite tickets, and said to himself with some confusion:

"But this train does not pass through Trier... it should run directly in Loen, right? The place name of Loen is written on it. We need to get off the train and change stations in the middle, or contact the teacher and other students to pick us up. Us?"

He turned on his spiritual vision again, but there was still no change in the ticket.

When the old woman heard this, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head:

"This city allows us to come here directly from Trier, so it's not surprising that we should go back the same way. We have to stay here until three o'clock in the afternoon. Is there anything else you have to do? "

Everett put down the ticket: "I want to buy some souvenirs to take back."

"The most interesting souvenirs from Utopia are all kinds of food, such as various cream cakes, rolls and toast... I really want to buy more and take them back to my parents. I was worried that if I bought them in advance, I would not be able to eat them. Lose."

The old woman nodded: "There is still some time before departure. After you buy them and bring them back, I can do some magic to keep them in the freshest state. Although this train probably cannot be judged by common sense, it will take at least several hours. Back to Trier.”

"Other than that, is there anything else you want to buy?"

besides?

"The books in the Utopia Municipal Library are all new, but my family has no shortage of books. I would also like to read my experiences and travel notes from various places."

"Ah, if there is a souvenir travel brochure or picture album of Utopia in the library, you can buy one and take it back."

"Local handicrafts and souvenirs? This is okay. I saw hand-carved hourglasses and beautiful bracelets. I heard that they were made by hunters using wolf fangs and claws and bones of other beasts. Although I won't bring them, I You can keep it as a souvenir.”

"How about buying a painting from Mr. Anderson? Well... I've never asked about the price before."

“Oh – and those appliances in the store!”

Everett suddenly thought of something that had nothing to do with souvenirs - Loen tourists in this city are actually very easy to distinguish. You only need to tell them that there is no church of the God of Thunder in this city, and tell them about these kettles and tracks. The lights in the carriages and interiors are all driven by electric energy - they will be frightened to the point of shouting or speechless, and then pray to the gods not to punish them, and they dare not use any means that "steal the authority of the gods" "Things", I even packed my luggage and took the car back that night.

But they still have to use heating at least. No hotel or B\u0026B would want their guests to freeze to death at home in winter.

For Everett, this is completely understandable. After all, the gods were still supreme last year, but this year there have been many changes in gods and beliefs. In the past, when Intis people mentioned the idea of ​​solar energy, they would be loudly denounced as crazy or even sent to jail. However, when it comes to solar energy this year, everyone will only wonder whether it is feasible to use the power of the sun to heat hot water in winter.

It will probably take some time before solar water heaters are available, but Utopia seems to have already used them? Everett recalled that he didn't seem to see any obvious "light panels", and he was not sure whether the hot water supplied all day long was produced using new technology.

I heard that Trier had already planned a tram similar to Utopia's at the beginning of its reconstruction. I just didn't know when construction would start, but Utopia has already used it. It's incredible...

Although there are concepts of intellectual property and patents, these concepts will not be applied to hidden existences.

As for small household appliances such as electric kettles and electric toasters, Everett thought he could buy one and take it home. These at least still have some use value and can be operated by being tied to an extraordinary item.

But the telephone - after experiencing the telephone service of the "Iris" Hotel, he really wanted to buy one, but Trier did not have a matching telephone line, so he could only use it as a model to appreciate.

I wonder when the church will be able to start laying tram tracks... he thought with anticipation.

"Then I'm going out." Everett put on his coat happily, "Teacher, do you have anything you need to buy?"

"Go ahead, I don't want anything...my crystal ball is broken, and there isn't even an occult shop in Utopia." The old woman muttered, "It's not my fault, you can't buy occult shops here either." Materials. The most common essential oils and herbs can only be bought in pharmacies. Crystal balls, pendulums, and tarot cards for divination are actually placed in toy stores. It’s like this city doesn’t have these things..."

Everett didn't pay attention to what the teacher was saying. He happily put on his scarf and hat, straightened the buttons on his clothes, and left the hotel.

Not long after, he ran into the dessert shop they often frequented.

"Hello!" He took out his wallet and said to the clerk who was busy behind the counter, "Please give me a tiramisu and a small chestnut cream cake..." He reported five types of cakes in succession. , even the Orleans Chicken Sandwich, and finally looked at the cake shop clerk expectantly, "Do you have packaged bubble ice tea in your store? It needs to be full of bubbles."

He really liked the taste.

"No, sparkling ice tea is not convenient to take out. The glass container is too heavy. Shaking it a little will make the taste worse." The clerk said regretfully, "Little sir, can you carry so many things? You need me." Will it be packaged and delivered to your door?”

The clerk has obvious Fusak ancestry and is nearly 1.8 meters tall, but his facial features are relatively soft and he has no obvious Fusak characteristics. He spoke the lingua franca of the continent, Everett paid in gold louis, and he easily worked out the exchange rate and made change.

Everett saw that the change box in the store contained not only Loen gold pounds, Firkin, but also Golden Horn and Southern Continent coins. Everett was very curious whether these change could really be handed out. use.

Alas, sparkling ice tea cannot be taken away... Everett felt a little sad to say goodbye to this delicious drink. He thought about it and felt that he really couldn't continue shopping with five or six boxes, so he nodded:

"Then please send it to the Iris Hotel at one o'clock this afternoon."

"By the way, I want to know if there are handicrafts and souvenir shops in Utopia? I want to bring some specialties back to my family..."

Ten minutes later, Everett followed the clerk's guidance and came to another commercial street.

He looked around and wrote down the route to avoid getting lost.

However, he felt very good in Utopia during this period. The residents here were basically very kind, and there were no poor gathering areas in the city like those in the East District and Lower Street. There were no beggars or homeless people on the streets. He can ask for directions at any time, and there are relatively complete guidelines and road signs here. Even a disabled person like Mr. Anderson can live in this city easily.

He soon noticed the handicraft shop the clerk told about.

This is a small antique store, or grocery store, or handicraft store. There is no signboard or instructions, and it exists rather abruptly in an inconspicuous corner of this commercial street.

A sign hangs on the glass door: "Open."

There were dark curtains hanging behind the door, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

Standing outside the store, Everett hesitated for a while. Based on his trust in the people of Utopia and his affection for the store clerk who could make the delicious cakes he liked, he dispelled the suspicion that this was a deceptive store. He first used occult methods to convey his location information to the teacher who was no more than one kilometer away from him in a straight line, then cautiously stepped forward and knocked on the door:

"Is there anyone?"

After knocking three times, there was a click inside the glass door and it slid open from left to right.

A young woman appeared before Everett.

The lady was wearing a classic robe and looked to be in her twenties. She had lake green eyes and long flaxen hair. The braided belt hangs loosely around her waist, decorated with several small gems, casually outlining her waistline, adding a sense of purity and charm to her.

"You want to buy something?" The beautiful young lady looked at the young apprentice and smiled, "What do you want to buy?"

Trier is a city of romance and art, and there is no shortage of handsome and beautiful men and women. Everett instinctively admired the other person's appearance for a while, then blinked after being asked, and then realized that such a direct connection It felt bad to stare at each other.

He quickly stood up straight: "I want to buy some souvenirs..."

"I have a lot of souvenirs here." The lady said with a smile, "I'm Tracy, the boss lady here. Come in, young man."

Everett responded and followed the other person through the door. The proprietress Tracy opened the curtains in front of the door, and the light from outside shone in, making this small store of only five or six square meters clear in Everett's eyes.

This small shop is like other small grocery stores in the corner of the city, with the owner's goods piled up in a mess, but because the owner is a woman, the place is not dirty.

Covered with dust. On the wooden shelves placed against the wall, there are many large and small handicrafts piled up in an orderly manner. There are small sculptures of little people inside, crystal ball handicrafts that will make "snowflakes" fall when shaken, and as large as a pair of handmade crafts. Embroidered tapestries or tablecloths, everything that looks like a gift can be found here.

The staircase in the corner was half-covered by the curtains, so dark that it was difficult to see clearly. It probably led to the living area upstairs.

On the other side of the wall are weird large vases, candlesticks, small sculptures, heraldry with unknown meanings and totem-like things on the table. There are grids on the wall with many small ornaments, and there are hanging hangings in the blank spaces. Lots of picture frames.

The paintings in these frames attracted Everett's interest. Born in the Abraham family, he had far more knowledge than his peers. He could tell at a glance that one of the paintings depicted the Honakis Mountains, and the top of the mountain But it's not the white snow cap, but the ruins of a city with churches and windmills. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to take a closer look, but the brushstrokes of the painting itself were very freehand and he couldn't see anything more.

Looking closer, you can't see the traces of those buildings. The large shadows connected together look like the head of a wolf.

This painting firmly attracted his attention, and he couldn't help but ask Tracy: "How much does that painting cost?"

"8 Sole." Tracy returned to her bar and opened a book with her chin in her hands. "This was painted by the mute painter in our square. Oh, in fact, the paintings on the entire wall are his. If you buy more works, you’ll get a discount, and I’ll give them to you together with the frames.”

8 A Suler painting was not expensive for Everett. He immediately wanted to buy it, but he hesitated because it was difficult to carry large items with him, so he usually left an address for shipping. But Utopia is a very magical town. After leaving here, he may not be able to come back. So can the boss lady really send the goods she bought to herself?

He decided to go back and discuss with his teacher whether he should leave his real address in Utopia.

If you think about it carefully, this painting is not too big. The worst case scenario is buying a new suitcase just to transport these souvenirs back.

Other paintings did not give him such a deep and strange feeling as this painting. He looked at them one by one and saw fields covered with golden wheat ears, but there was a red moon hanging high in the sky. Mai Hai was all colored red.

There is a deserted plain, and at the end is a sea, but the color of the sea water is actually a dark gray that contains many colors.

There was also a somewhat strange painting. The painting was composed of rectangles, large and small, tightly packed together. There were many squares arranged in the rectangles. There was a sphere in the sky. He thought it was the sun, but it was white. of. The whole painting has no meaning, like a child's drawing with crayons, completely different from Mr. Anderson's brilliant and delicate brushwork.

White sun or white moon?

The white moon is a miracle produced by the power of the gods. What are these cuboids inlaid with squares?

Everett looked at it for a long time without understanding what the painting was expressing.

But the painter always had so many whimsical thoughts, and he didn't pay attention to it. After confirming that he was only interested in the painting "Honakis Mountains", he began to look at other works.

By this time, he had vaguely felt the difference in this small shop. He vaguely knew the rumors about the top of the main peak of Honakis, but this was an unknown mystery in the world of occultism. Mr. Anderson could paint such a painting. , and would be clearly hung here for display and sale, which made him realize that this small shop seemed to have extraordinary power - the shop owner might be a hidden extraordinary person.

After making this guess, Everett carefully observed every furnishing in the house. In the early works published by Emperor Russell, there were often many incredible things hidden in such unobtrusive shops. .

But the small objects on the table basically have no spiritual brilliance, nor do they have the amazing feeling that the painting gave me.

He moved carefully in the narrow corridor, and suddenly his toes hit something with a "ding" sound.

"Feel sorry!"

After blurting out, he lowered his head to see what he had kicked - Everett saw an unknown machine like a small wardrobe placed in an inconspicuous corner, with a brass-colored surface and several inlaid pieces. Transparent glass, gears, bearings, rivets, metal tubes and other components are directly exposed, looking like handicrafts or semi-finished products.

The surface paint color of this thing is very new and there are no scratches. It should be something that has just been manufactured.

"What is this?" He couldn't tell.

"It's called the 'Fully Automatic Wishing Machine'." Tracy introduced simply. "To put it simply, it is a gadget that makes wishes come true. You put money into it and it will make your wish come true."

Make a wish...come true? Legend has it that there is an ancient "god of wishes"... Everett, who has a keen eye for relevant vocabulary, asked carefully: "Is this your work?"

"No, this belongs to my boss. It is just kept here temporarily and will be sent out later." Tracey said lazily, her lake-green eyes bright and beautiful. She smiled at Everett, "No one has tried making a wish yet. Do you want to give it a try? If you are willing, you will be the first user and it is free."

"..."

Everett hesitated.

Fulfilling the wish... He suddenly recalled the teacher's warning to him:

Some high-sequence extraordinary beings may be in a state of being imprisoned and sealed. They will pretend to be magical items that fulfill wishes and induce you to help them get out of trouble. Corresponding examples include: magic lamps and wishing pools that can fulfill three wishes...

Is this a high-sequence extraordinary person? Uh, there is a high-sequence Beyonder sealed in this small cabinet? ... Everett glanced left and right, considered for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

"...Does it require you to pronounce the honorable or true name of a great being to make a wish to it?"

Tracy laughed out loud. After laughing, she joked casually: "I told him that this kind of thing will cause misunderstanding. Don't worry, you don't need anything. If you want to try it, just tell him directly." Wishes, and just flip the bar.”

He...is this the work of an angel? What Emperor Roselle said is true, but it is just a wish, and there should be no mystical connection... Everett tentatively bent down and said in a joking tone:

"I hope I can get some more pocket money when I go back."

After speaking, he flipped the lever.

"It's such a simple wish." Tracy also said jokingly, "It seems that all children's wishes are the same? Well, now that you have said it, your wish will be fulfilled."

"A very interesting experience." Everett said with a smile. He was just about to continue looking for souvenirs of interest when he suddenly heard the wind chime hanging on the door ringing and the glass door opened. He looked over and saw a man standing two meters outside the door.

A young man with long silver-white hair and wearing a strange robe. He had an indifferent expression and looked younger than himself.

Everett felt that the other person seemed to be looking at him. He moved left and right and found that the other person was actually looking at the "fully automatic wishing machine" at his feet.

New guest? He stepped aside so that the other party could enter, but he didn't expect that the other party was still standing outside the door motionless. Everett suddenly understood something. He looked at the landlady out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough he found that Tracy, who was still smiling just now, had no expression on her face.

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired boy outside the door raised his arm and pointed at the "fully automatic wishing machine":

"Please let me make a wish."

"No." Tracy flatly and unquestionably rejected his words without any reason.

The other party's sudden change of momentum and sudden appearance of majesty made Everett afraid to speak. He lowered his head and pretended to be interested in the small ornaments around him. He wanted to reduce his presence as much as possible, but he didn't want to open the door. The young man outside looked at him.

"I want him to help me."

"Me?" Everett asked doubtfully.

He looked at Trish. This time, the landlady’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she didn’t refuse directly or allow it. After half a minute, he heard the other party let out a long sigh.

"Go ahead." The landlady waved her hand, "I thought I could...hehe, even if he doesn't come to me, you will come to me."

"He will thank you for your help." The silver-haired boy said indifferently but politely.

"I didn't do this just to thank you." Tracy shrugged, and when she looked at Everett, she put on a smile, "Do you have anything else to buy? Let's take a look first. Well, that little brother seems to need your help."

Everett didn't know why, and he didn't seem to be involved in the conversation between the two parties.

Just when he was confused, the silver-haired boy outside the door slowly walked in. He looked at him, and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

On the opponent's chest, a dark inverted cross hung quietly.

"...What do you need me to do for you?" Everett's voice was trembling. He looked at the inverted cross and couldn't imagine that there were still people in the Aurora Society who still believed in the True Creator instead of changing their signs to enter the Church of the Creator. people.

"Just looking for someone," he said.

TBC

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In Su Huan's previous life, he played Assassin's Creed. In this life, he played Assassin in advance and gave me Silence. There is only one reason for Lao Luo's failure, and that is that as a P Club player, he did not play Hunter.