Chapter 252 Preparation

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Audrey sat in front of the window and finished reading this letter, which was much shorter than usual, her brows filled with sadness.

She prepared a pen and paper and wanted to reply, but after thinking for a long time she didn't know how to speak.

Susie, who was squatting at her feet, used her paws to pick up the newspaper lying on the ground. She keenly noticed the change in Audrey's mood and asked with concern:

"Audrey, are you okay?"

Miss Hall slowly put down the letter, pursed her lips, and said worriedly:

"I'm fine, Susie. It's just..."

Audrey's tone was a little low: "I'm a little worried about Alfred."

The letter paper and envelopes placed on the table are too simple for letters from the Earl's family. They are filled with the ubiquitous white paper and ordinary brown envelopes. There are no letter papers and envelopes printed with the family pattern, and the seals are not sealed with home paint. emblem.

But she clearly remembered that Alfred, who often wrote letters to his family, would prepare many special letter envelopes customized by the family so that they could be sent directly to the postman of the Hall family. Judging from the current number of times, it is definitely impossible to run out.

What made her even more uneasy was that when she looked carefully, there were even faint dark red stains on the letter paper and envelope... Audrey gestured with her hand with the worst guess, and realized that it should be the hand writing. When I wrote the letter, I wiped the white paper, leaving traces.

There are various signs that Alfred's current situation is very bad, even very bad.

The war started in the southern continent, and the colonies are the front line. The fierce war has already begun. Since it will not reach Loen's own country in a short time, I don't take this matter too seriously. Even most of the people in the country remain silent. With a relaxed mind... Audrey took two deep breaths to control her heartbeat, quickly calmed down, and thought about what she could do.

As a noble girl, of course Audrey couldn't personally go to the front line to provide support, but there were many things she could do.

She moved her legs, leaned down, hugged Susie, who had soft and warm hair, and said in a thoughtful tone:

"Susie, I think I can provide some help and some material assistance to the officers in the colony."

"Alfred and the others may need more water, food, clothes and weapons. Well, in fact, the kingdom has noble children joining the army in many colonies in the southern continent, such as Mariana's brother, Baroness Lawrence's eldest son... I If you can convey this intention to them, they will definitely care about their relatives in the Southern Continent..."

"It should be possible. This matter can be led by the officers, or dad can, in the name of his family, contribute some money, buy some items, and provide useful materials and assistance to the soldiers fighting on the front line..."

Audrey spoke slowly, already having a complete plan in her mind.

She had done similar things many times, and she began to think about when and where to introduce similar topics.

Living in the castle and manor in the family territory, Audrey's aristocratic life was not affected by the war. The life of her and her friends was as usual. Dances and tea parties were held as usual, and they were ready to wear new clothes when they returned to Backlund. The dress and new jewelry were also being prepared as usual. Without Alfred's letter, it would have been difficult for her to realize the current situation in the Southern Continent.

Susie, who was hugged tightly by it, could also feel the less and less uneasy feeling in Audrey's heart, but it always existed. It rubbed the side of Audrey's neck and comforted her with a "psychiatrist" attitude:

"It's okay, Audrey, it's going to be fine."

"The church has been able to thwart the evil organization's plot every time, and it will definitely be the same this time."

Audrey showed a smile: "Praise the goddess, I hope so."

She sat up straight and combed her hanging hair behind her ears. A question suddenly appeared in her mind:

"Why do they keep resisting?"

When the colonial war really affected her life and her family, Audrey felt confused for the first time, as if she had doubts about a certain truth in the world.

"The faith of the God of Death and the Bound God is ignorant. Their followers are crazy, cruel, and worship bloody sacrifices..."

"The education level of the Southern Continent is also very low. Before the sea routes were opened, they still lived a simple farming life..."

"The Church of the Seven Gods and the Northern Continent are both better in terms of civilization and the teachings of the gods. The Northern Continent has brought steam and machinery, the crystallization of knowledge and civilization to the Southern Continent, opened schools and companies, and the Church will They were liberated from primitive and ignorant beliefs..."

"But why do they still actively support the rebels, terrorists and cult regimes?"

A person from the Southern Continent can work, live and get paid normally in the colony... but they choose to kill the people from the Northern Continent around them and donate their property and land to the cult regime. Why is this?

Don’t they know what kind of people they are supporting?

Of course, Audrey is not the innocent, kind-hearted, ignorant aristocratic girl she was a year ago. She knows that there are many terrible parts and dark sides in the world. The relationship between the colonial garrison and the people in the colony must be It's not as harmonious as the book says.

But just like choosing not to call the police because of some derelict police officer, this matter was still a little beyond her ability to understand.

She suddenly felt the urge to find out why.

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General Qatami's headquarters.

In the bright living room, Katami, who had a somewhat rich figure, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sunlight illuminated most of the house.

His general's mansion has only a few Balam features. The style, doors, windows and systems are all in Loen's style. The gold used for decoration is made of Balam's characteristic patterns, and the silver-plated wallpaper depicts their family's emblem and History, human bone ornaments, nothing else.

Katami is a person who loves cultural relics and collections. He loves to decorate his mansion with collectibles and antiques. Seemingly ordinary items may be old items that are more than a hundred years old.

The bone china tea cup was decorated with gold patterns, and the visitors were more silent than usual. Considering the recent situation, Katami felt a little worried.

But he didn't feel too uneasy because of the war between the two countries, because after all, he still had a royal descendant supported by the church, and the royal family would protect his life. No matter which side of Loen or Balam won, he would have it. Confidence continues to be privileged by virtue of her connections and status.

Therefore, his mentality is much more relaxed than that of the guests.

"How is the situation in the north recently?" After some pleasantries, Katami asked.

Only then did the middle-aged man come back to his senses from the silence and spoke with precious words: "The Balam Empire began to gradually take back the small cities and surrounding plantations and farms. The local garrison could only barely resist. They had to wait until the general arrived to reverse the disadvantage. "

The generals he was talking about were of course not the warlords with certain territories and private soldiers on the southern continent, but the demigod generals with power and status on the northern continent... Katami was a little nervous, if such people were allowed to come Well, people like me who call themselves generals will be really sad in the future!

But he was powerless to stop it and could only say respectfully: "That's great. I hope the Southern Continent will stabilize soon."

The middle-aged man with Loen appearance nodded and fell into silence again.

Katami felt that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the other person's eyes falling on the storage shelf in the distance. He immediately smiled and said: "What other collection have you taken a fancy to?"

The eyes of the Loen garrison officer were firmly attracted by something on the shelf. He looked away with difficulty, pointed to a very distinctive black lamp and asked, "What is that?"

Katami looked in the direction of the other person's finger, frowned and thought for a while, and then said:

"That is an artifact I bought a few years ago. It was the inheritance of one of my relatives in the Church of Death."

"Why haven't you seen it before?" The garrison officer couldn't look away. He felt that he was completely attracted by this light.

Katami said following her somewhat vague memory:

"It is a relic of a relative. It is said that it came from the palace, but it is just a decoration, so I have always kept it in the warehouse."

"Then why did you take it out again?"

The officer stood up, picked up the black lamp, and examined it carefully. The lamp is made of gold and coated with a layer of black paint. There are many obscure and complicated symbols engraved on the surface, as well as many strange words that look like birds or snakes gathered together. It is indeed a cultural relic of the Balam Empire.

The vague memory became clear, and Katami said with a smile: "Last week I went to the warehouse to look for something, and I happened to find it."

"I was thinking about a business deal at the time, and I said I hope the deal can be done. It turned out to be true. I thought the lamp was an auspicious object, so I took it out."

He saw what the garrison officer meant and said calmly: "This item is just gathering dust in the warehouse in my hands. Perhaps it can be better taken care of in the museum of Loen Kingdom."

The officer couldn't put it down anymore. Hearing Katami's words, he couldn't help but smile:

"Of course."

Katami also smiled, and everyone seemed happy at the scene where the cultural relics were sold.

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Medici said, "Lord, it's ready."

The True Creator nodded and looked at the wooden picture frame placed on the carpet in the room.

It was a matter of great importance, and their movement to Rasha had to be as secretive as possible, leaving as little traces of mysticism as possible. Therefore, they left the corresponding spiritual world coordinates on Rasha early and opened the door directly to avoid possible dangers on the way. Accidents will occur.

"Confirm it one last time."

"OK."

"Three drops of Ourolius's blood."

"Bring it."

"Blessings and Spells of the Angel of the Word."

"Bring it."

"that's all."

"That's it?" Medici frowned, "Lord, I think it's still too unsafe. If three traitors get together to cause trouble, what can I do as a Sequence Two? Can you find a Sequence One to help? I think The Outer Gods have quite a spirit of contract.”

The True Creator said expressionlessly: "Shouted."

Medici asked carefully: "Did you really shout?"

"I don't plan to let him participate. He can't wait to be struck twice by lightning or beaten to death by any of the seven gods. He is willing to retaliate with tooth. If he is injured during my promotion ceremony, it will be terrible. It's out of control." Every time the True Creator talks about the Outer God, his expression immediately becomes distorted and tangled, "I just want Him to provide some remote help."

Things have turned around. At first, Edward asked for his help in the Southern Continent to be promoted to Rank One. Now, he is in Rank Two, and he also asks for help.

Medici lit up another cigarette, and when he smelled the spicy and pungent smell, he knew it was produced by Fusac:

"Isn't it true that the Outer God has no profit and can't afford it? What did you pay for it?"

The True Creator returned to his expressionless face: "Give the Southern Continent some support."

"Oh - Salinger is also willing?"

"...That's right. It doesn't matter to me." The True Creator said bluntly, "The night and my half plan to be the only god of death. If they succeed, then of course I can't support it. But since they have failed now, So of course the resurrected God of Death has also become one of the contenders for the 'Eternal Darkness'. Salinger has never been a fool. He knows how to size up the situation and obtain greater benefits. And like the goddess of the night, he has the courage to go further. God. What’s more, the God of Death still uses the identity of his descendant and will not interfere with some improvements in people’s livelihood of the Church of Death and the Bailang Empire. Of course, the God of Death can support it.”

He looked at the excited Medici and added:

"I know what you're thinking."

"You are a symbol of war. Whether you want to go to the Southern Continent or not is your choice."

"Thank God!"

Medici crossed himself with joy and laughed heartily: "Of course I want to go! But it must be after you are successfully promoted and I return to the Conqueror - since Salinger's dead snake doesn't mind seeing it again. Me, then if I don’t go, wouldn’t I be afraid of Him?”

War Angel's fighting spirit was high. If the Lord's promotion ceremony was not imminent, He might not be able to bear it and immediately rush back to Intis to rectify his subordinates.

The True Creator nodded: "Let's go."

They jumped off the wooden frame and landed on the island of Rasha in the next second.

Someone enthusiastically tapped the True Creator on the shoulder: “Hi.”

The True Creator turned around and frowned: "The conditions at that time were for remote assistance, right?"

Edward nodded: "That's right, so I'm just a malicious clone. I'm here to make preparations and say hello to you. When you start fighting, I will watch the battle in the southern continent. The one who comes to help you is another person."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a figure standing quietly like a tree stump in the distance. The True Creator's eyebrows that had just been relaxed were knitted again:

"Siua?"

Although the image is different, the malice and aura on his body cannot be faked. The real Creator asked: "Do you control Him?"

"You can't say it's control."

Edward shook his head and said: "I just changed His memory, you are easily affected by memory - I erased Si'a's memory, leaving only the indulgent instinct, and then added my own memory to it. Si'a is still Si'a, it's just that He thinks He is me."

"He believes that he is me and a part of me. He will even take the initiative to resist the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire. He also naturally learns to suppress and control, and the fusion is perfect." The devil smiled, "So what is he actually? He is still Si'a, as true as he is."

Looking back, Medici, who didn't want to join their conversation, had already gone to say hello to Si'a. A spark slowly burned on the bandage on Si'a's body, and the atmosphere was heavy and happy.

"Memory is indeed a good idea." This behavior gave some inspiration to the true Creator.

"Creatures are too easily affected by memory. This is what Azik Eggers made me realize." Edward said, "We are different. If you lose your memory, you will not be the 'Hanged Man' or 'God.' 'Yet?"

"Stop your temptation, it's almost done."

The True Creator was unmoved at all: "If you have any preparations, do it as soon as possible. Si'a doesn't count as remote assistance, right?"

"Forget it, why don't you count it? I won't take revenge when Si'a is hurt. Don't worry."

Edward snapped his fingers, and a bandage-like blockade suddenly appeared in the world around him. Layers of seals and shackles spread out in the spiritual world, completely isolating Rasha's spiritual world from the rest of the world, leaving only Heshen Abandoned. weak connection to the ground.

A spell fell, the aura of death was vague, and another seal wrapped it outside. The black aura of the underworld faintly formed a huge coffin and placed the island in it. The coffin lid is closed and the seal is completed. No living or dead creature can come near this place.

"This is death's aid."

Edward patted the true creator and gave a thumbs up: "Such a good treatment, why not be directly promoted to Sequence One!"

TBC

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Shinzo: Ha.

*Unbelievable, Secret Prayer 1 is actually called Dark Angel.