Chapter 293 The Trend of the Times

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In a dark night church close to the disaster area.

Leonard was sitting on the pew in the chapel, sipping warm tea, a little absent-mindedly.

Daly was draped in a blanket and reclining on another bench, separated from Leonard by an aisle more than two meters wide.

The two injured people do not need to participate in the church's relief activities for the time being and can stay in the chapel for a while. One of them was thinking quietly, the other was closing his eyes to regain his energy, neither of them spoke.

The luminous stars painted with special luminous minerals on the ceiling emit a steady and weak light in the slightly dark church. The gas wall lamp is very low from the ceiling. The dark environment makes people feel peaceful physically and mentally, as if they have arrived at a place of peace of mind.

After a long time, Dai Li broke the silence:

"The spirit in you tells me that you have something on your mind."

Leonard came back to his senses and nodded with a serious expression: "Captain Sost and the others are still missing..."

"That's not what I meant, boy."

Daly's expression straightened, she opened her eyes and looked at Leonard who fell into silence:

"You seemed to have something on your mind when Enmat was looking for Ince Zangwill. I thought you were worried about not being able to arrest him, but that doesn't seem to be the case at the moment. Half of our team is unaccounted for. Your emotions are anything other than anxious and sad.”

Leonard sighed and asked, "What is it?"

"Confused, maybe? I've only seen your expression on some young people who go out to get drunk late at night." Dai Li smiled, stretched out her hand to tuck the broken hair scattered in front of her forehead behind her ears, and looked at her own He pointed his finger and said, "What are you thinking about? Ince Zangwill is finally dead, and we are lucky not to lose our lives. No matter what, we should be able to relax a little and enjoy this moment."

But there has always been a strange, heavy aura about you.

Leonard placed the water glass that was starting to get cold on the empty seat next to him, and held his chin with the fingers of his hands intertwined.

"I'm thinking...ma'am, tell me, could it be...Ince Zangwill is not the real mastermind behind the scenes, he is just a tool pushed to the stage, a prop that can be easily manipulated... In fact, someone else planned all of this...?"

He tried his best to describe it in words that sounded harmless, and did not say much about the other person who really took away 0-08.

Because what has been hidden beside them, the existence of the first person to pick up the quill has explained everything.

But at the same time, Leonard felt that his current cover-up was completely unnecessary. No matter how much he thought about it, the mastermind behind the scenes could never be thought of as the goddess! But after thinking this way, he didn't lose control. Leonard almost sighed at his impiety.

Dai Li really didn't think much about it, but she also understood that 0-08 was eventually stolen based on Leonard's general description.

"What do you mean? In fact, the one who really planned everything might be the one...you said that the mysterious high-sequence strongman who suddenly appeared and suddenly picked up 0-08 and whose appearance he couldn't remember? This is indeed possible..."

Dai Li slowly rubbed her fingers, thought for a while, and said from the perspective of a very normal official extraordinary person:

"Even if Ince Zangwill was just a tool, he also committed countless crimes in the process. After the theft again on 0-08, did you think that Ince Zangwill should be considered an accessory? "

"It makes sense. Moreover, as far as the church is concerned, 0-08 is still stolen. You can continue to report your findings, but..."

But Ince Zangwill, who brought death to the Church of the Night, the Nighthawks, and the sacrificed people, has been confirmed dead, and the stolen level 0 sealed item 0-08 has a strange "coincidence" ability, it is even more difficult to trace. And now the identity of the high sequence that took away 0-08 is even more unknown. It was a drop of water that fell into the sea and completely lost its trace.

Even if it is reported to the church, there is no way to investigate it, and it can only be put into a file as a suspicious case and dismissed.

The related events of 0-08 should end here.

It and the high-sequence experts who were waiting for it appeared and disappeared so coincidentally, as if they were telling the Nighthawks: It's over here, that's about it. You can't find anything else anyway. .

So is this the end?

Leonard's eyes were fixed on the stone tiles on the chapel floor, and he didn't move away for a long time.

Dai Li didn't speak either. She could still keenly sense that Leonard was thinking about something much more than that, but the other party had always shown a refusal to open up, and she didn't know how to ask again.

Silence returned to the chapel again.

After temporarily removing 0-08 from his mind, Leonard immediately remembered another more complicated thing——

About his former colleague, Klein Moretti, who was resurrected from the dead, promoted at a terrifying speed, seemed to be related to a terrifying being named "The Fool", and was also strangely protected by the top leaders of the Aurora Society. !

Leonard is in a complicated mood now. He feels that with the addition of these prefixes, the official Beyonder status that was originally somewhat proud of seems to be the most ordinary one. It even makes him feel that he is a little high-minded even though he regards the other person as a colleague.

The old man hadn't woken up yet, and no one could listen to what he said.

Leonard tries to make sense of it all, but it all seems to be a complete mess.

——First of all, Klein died just after the true creator God descended, and then was suspected of being resurrected by the mysterious organization's "God of Death". This was his escape strategy and should be unmistakable. Contacting the shadow that protects him, Klein is likely to have a certain status in the Aurora Society. He is protected by a high-sequence strongman (who can take away Klein from the person who snatched 0-08 must also be a high-sequence person). He might be a saint or a loved one of an angel.

But judging from these two things, this makes sense, but combined with the incident of God descending, it is completely incomprehensible.

If Klein is a believer in the True Creator, then why does he help Nighthawks stop Lanruth? If Klein’s purpose was to become an undercover agent of the Church of Night, why did he really give up this identity in order to prevent the sacrifice of the true Creator God? Why was he resurrected after death by Azik Eggers, the "god of death" of an organization related to tarot cards?

Could it be said that "The Fool" is another identity of the true Creator?

Or are these two evil gods related in some way?

I can't understand it, I can't understand it at all. There is too much missing information. Based on Leonard's own speculation alone, he can only draw one conclusion:

That's Klein Moretti himself, and he's not a bad guy.

At least, he is not as crazy and cruel as other Aurora believers. He has a conscience and goodwill towards the church. Even if he can be resurrected, he really died to protect Tingen. Maybe, maybe he went astray and did not really do anything. Been brainwashed into cultists?

I have to ask him in person...I have to hear his answer from his own mouth!

Leonard's eyes became serious again, he scratched his head, picked up the herbal tea next to him and drank it in one gulp.

after……

Then it’s time to think about my own choices.

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After being swallowed by the shadow, when he opened his eyes again, Klein found that he had been sent to Backlund's Aurora Society stronghold.

He appeared in that corridor, so he simply found an empty room and walked in, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards.

Above the gray fog, Klein stared deeply at the gray fog, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After confirming the status, Klein immediately walked towards the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog, towards the stairway of light leading to heaven.

As he expected, there was another step there, a step where light condensed.

This time, Klein was sure that he could use the giant's six-story ladder to climb up the condensed gray cloud.

One step, two steps, three steps... He reached the end, jumped up, and stepped on the clouds formed by the gray mist.

What caught his eyes was a brilliant door of light stained with a little blue and black. It was composed of countless layers of light balls. The body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms that were piled up and clumped together. Some of them are transparent and some are translucent.

Above the light door, thin black lines hang down, one after another almost completely transparent "cocoons" hanging on them.

Those "cocoons" swayed gently, wrapping different souls respectively, some with black skin, some with yellow skin, some with white skin, some wearing jeans, some holding mobile phones, some with gorgeous clothes, some with beautiful features, all There was a breath of life, but his eyes were tightly closed.

Klein's eyes suddenly froze, as if he had returned to Earth and was walking on a street full of people.

Then, he noticed that four "cocoons" had been broken open, and there was nothing inside, swinging in the wind.

Klein, who raised his head and looked up, watched all this silently, watching quietly.

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"Agaritu is dead? He is really..."

Cattleya, who was far away in the safe waters near the ruins of the God War, was preparing for the promotion ceremony when she suddenly received such a message from "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.

Cattleya clutched the occult book she had not finished reading in disbelief. She raised her head and looked at the sky outside the porthole, feeling a little dreamlike for a moment.

It's a feeling of relief, but it seems to be more of an emptiness and confusion than joy... No, you can't think like this, you have to continue to work hard to be promoted, to be promoted, to become a demigod, to further search and connect with the "elements" "Dawn" survivors, and then spelled out the truth about Her Majesty the Queen's death... Cattleya quickly adjusted her mood, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, stood up from the chair, and prepared to ask the chef of the "Future" to add one more meal at noon today. Serve your favorite dessert.

She opened the door, walked up the stairs, and saw Frank walking towards him with a bag of mushrooms.

Cattleya's relaxed mood gradually disappeared along with the smile on her face, and the smile transferred to Frank's face. Frank happily raised the sack in his hand and displayed it enthusiastically:

"Look! Captain, these are my new improved mushrooms. They are genetically stable, taste better, contain rich nutrients, and will not mutate, become invasive species, or actively attack living people!"

Why would the original mushroom attack a living person... Cattleya forced a smile. Since Frank had repeatedly completed important orders and had become an indispensable source of funds for the "Future", she could only force herself to ask with interest:

"Oh, so what can they do?"

"It can simulate the taste and nutrition of meat. This is beef, this is chicken, this is fish... There are also purifying mushrooms that can remove pollution and can safely remove pollution and toxins from the human body. This is what your friend, Captain, has given you Made from some of my 'Singers' spiritual items, but the quantity is too small (Frank blinks hard)... These are milk mushrooms, which are mushrooms planted on monsters to absorb the contamination in the monster's flesh..."

Cattleya resisted the twitching of the corner of her mouth and patiently listened to Frank's product report. She felt that Frank had already gained some primitive believers through the praise of the Aurora Society and some of the victims and poor people in the Southern Continent.

But it has to be said that after receiving so much feedback, Frank gradually found his own direction and goals. The products he makes are indeed becoming increasingly safe and can be used safely even by mortals without extraordinary abilities.

"Delivery is due tomorrow."

Frank happily turned aside and let the captain go first: "I'll go back first and write the instructions for these mushrooms!"

"……OK."

Cattleya was also infected by the other party's enthusiasm and couldn't help but smile: "Come on."

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, in a small city in Intis.

The customer pushed open the glass door of the cake shop, and the metal wind chimes hanging on the door jingled happily.

The lady standing behind the counter that had been polished for some time but was still polished finished writing the bill in her hand, looked up towards the door, and smiled at the guest in black:

"welcome."

"Thanks."

The middle-aged man who was dressed incompatible with Intis responded gently.

A ray of warm sunlight shines in through the cracks in the curtains, and countless dust particles fly quietly in the air.

This small cake shop is neatly tidied up. There are freshly baked desserts in the glass display cabinets. The store manager has a freshly decorated cake in her hand, and the pink ribbon is in her hands quickly. It becomes a beautiful bow. Edward did not disturb her. He walked to the empty table in the rest area, took off his hat and put it on the table, and slowly sat on the cushioned wooden single chair.

Then, He smelled the sweet fragrance of butter in the air, smiled and asked:

"I remember the last time I came here, this store was still open on the corner of the street. Well, it was at the same location as the jewelry store on this street."

The store manager lady put the card into the box, stuck the note on the packed box, and then answered with a smile:

"Sir, that was almost ten years ago."

"When I inherited the cake shop from my father, the business had already started to decline. Handmade desserts cannot be compared to the factory production speed of large cake shops and convenience stores, but fortunately our signature is still there. In terms of food, handmade snacks It never goes out of style.”

Desserts remain a middle-class luxury.

She looked at the guest. Judging from his clothes and appearance, he was most likely a foreign tourist, so she did not use the blessings and greetings of the Eternal Sun Church to talk to him.

There is still some degree of tourism between countries. Although there are few foreigners, they are definitely not absent.

If you want to do business, it's best not to mention words related to faith.

After adjusting her apron, the store manager walked up with the menu. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the unique gold cufflinks on the cuffs of the middle-aged gentleman's formal suit and the huge ruby ​​inlaid on the cane in his arm, and she secretly marveled at the wealthy man's wealth.

"I didn't notice that it has been so long."

The customer in black sighed with a smile, took the menu handed by the store manager, and looked at it for a moment with interest: "Honey croissant and chocolate waffles, and a strawberry whipped cream mille-feuille, you are better than your grandfather's menu." There are so many new snacks. They sound delicious, and I'm glad I didn't see those eye-catching... daunting 'new palace snacks' on there."

The store manager smiled at the witty ridicule, but she couldn't help but feel that the customer's words were a bit strange - he looked to be in his forties or fifties, almost the same as his father. Despite his age, he sounded like someone of his grandfather's generation.

But she didn't say much, turned back to the counter and started preparing food.

The church in this small city posted a notice on the bulletin board outside the church yesterday afternoon: If you encounter some people who behave strangely, whose age does not seem to match their appearance, and who seem to have incredible powers, do not try to offend them. other side.

You can choose to report it to the church, but the specific reasons for the appearance of these people need to wait for further explanation from the Cathedral of Light.

Just yesterday, a fireball streaked across the sky of St. Werner and fell on an open space outside the city. The fire burned everything around it to ashes in an instant. The Sun Bishops in the church spent a lot of time to put out the fire. It took a lot of effort to extinguish the flames, but fortunately no one was injured.

The sky was gray, the earth was shaking, and fire, rain, and meteors fell from the sky. It was very much like the final scene of the Day of Judgment in the "Sacred Scripture of the Sun". People had no choice but to pray in fear at home, and it was not until several hours later that they felt the warm sunshine falling again. on himself.

At the same time, they also learned that many cities were hit by flames, causing considerable casualties.

But in the final analysis, St. Werner is a small town that is only as big as a dot on the map. There are not many people, and the news is relatively unavailable. The church has finished investigating the disaster and is still waiting for news from above.

After a disaster, people in Intis always like to hold some country dances or celebrations to dispel the panic atmosphere. Of course, soothing sweet snacks and drinks are also indispensable in this process. Therefore, the cake house has more orders and Business.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

When the cake base was sent into the oven, the guest suddenly spoke again: "Please help me make another pudding and an apple fennudo, and pack them all away with the previous ones. My friend wants to see me if he has something to do."

"Ok, no problem."

The store manager quickly sped up her movements and advanced the dessert making process at the same time. After a while, she began to think about something: no postman came to deliver the letter, and no pigeons brought the message. How did this guest know that his friend was looking for him?

She did not think deeply about this issue and gave up her thoughts in time.

Ever since the rain of fire descended, a hidden corner of the world seemed to have been uncovered. All kinds of incredible things happened one after another. The world depicted in the myth gradually overlapped with reality.

After working for more than half an hour, the store manager lady finally completed all the orders requested by the other party. Boxes of various sizes were placed on the counter, making people a little worried whether the gentleman guest without an entourage could take them all away.

At this moment, the hollow metal pipe collided back and forth due to the action of pushing the door, and the wind chime on the door sounded again.

The regular customer who ordered the cake walked in enthusiastically, greeted the store manager, and walked straight to the only cake box on the counter. The store manager was about to greet the customers when he suddenly found that all the other packing boxes on the table had disappeared. The middle-aged gentleman who was sitting there also disappeared. Two gold coins were placed directly on the table.

"Change..."

The store manager lady looked at the wind chimes on the door that had not yet calmed down, and murmured to herself dully.

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Edward carried the cake and swaggered outside the Cathedral of Light. The place that he couldn't get close to in the past was now half of his back garden, and he could come and leave as he pleased.

He walked up the steps step by step. At this moment, a carriage arrived at the cathedral, driven by a demigod.

The demigod respectfully opened the door for the passengers like a real coachman, and stepped out a young man wearing a bishop's robe, chestnut hair, and light blue eyes full of divine meaning.

The young man nodded to the coachman, nodded the triangular holy emblem on his chest, then walked in front and climbed the steps step by step.

Edward looked at Him. He walked to the two steps behind Edward, stopped, and made a greeting with a flawless movement: "Greetings to you, I will walk with you on this journey."

"Long time no see, Bonoit."

Edward looked at this young man whose every move seemed to have been carefully calculated, and said in a brisk tone: "Are you the person sent by the God of Steam and Machinery to talk?"

Bonova nodded slightly: "This is the will of the Lord."

The two people who had not seen each other for more than a hundred years ended their conversation in this way. They kept a distance of at least two steps and walked quietly and smoothly through the steps of the Cathedral of Light. Stairs have additional meaning in Intis, symbolizing ascent, sublimation, and approaching the sky and the sun. Basically, churches have more or less steps, giving believers who come to worship a sacred feeling far away from the earth.

In the cathedral, the bishops belonging to the Eternal Sun Church were still receiving education, so it seemed too empty.

The holy symbol of the Eternal Blazing Sun has been removed and replaced by a golden cross.

Thanks to the secret efforts of the Aurora Society and the Iron Cross Society, some people have long distorted and confused the teachings of the "Ancient Sun God" and the "Eternal Blazing Sun" - anyway, they are all praising the sun, and they are all sincere. Yes, how do you know who I am praising?

People who believe in the former, such as Ms. D, such as pastors and bishops of certain small churches, are not conspicuous in Intis, but they are also indispensable. Now is the time for them to come in handy.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you."

After walking a third of the way to the cathedral, Bonova spoke politely again. He took his demigod subordinates who were already sweating profusely to a worship room on the side of the cathedral, waiting for the Creator's summons.

"goodbye."

Edward also said goodbye to Him, and He walked straight forward, following the spiritual guidance to the highest point of the cathedral, a small conference room that blocked the surrounding perception - as soon as he opened the door, he saw that the true Creator and Medici were both there. Inside, Edward walked directly in and placed all the cakes and desserts he had brought on the table. The aroma of cream immediately dissipated the smell of smoke that seemed to linger in the room.

Medici and the True Creator looked at each other, but neither of them made a move.

Devil: "I beg you."

Medici immediately reached out and took away the original pudding closest to him.

The True Creator glanced at the food on the table and decided to get down to business first:

"The Feysac Empire just declared war on Loen."

Edward took away his favorite millet in a good mood:

"As expected. I saw Bonoit on the way here, Bonois Gustave, and the reaction of the steam is not surprising either."

"Yeah. It's basically the same as our guess. What we have to wait for next is the attitude of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Fenebote and the Earth Mother Goddess are expected to become the most prestigious gods in the Northern Continent in a short time. In terms of food, I will send men to purify the fields and territorial waters eroded by your abyss. What is the attitude of the Southern Continent?"

"The Southern Continent has no attitude." Edward said, "That means - the God of Death came to ask me, who do you support?"

TBC

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