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

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You are so cold. Adela rubbed her hands and made a cluster of flames, lighting the stove in front of her even brighter.

Edward ignored her and concentrated on playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand to pass the time, restoring the third side, which was red, amidst the sound of the clicking mechanical gears. He did not answer her words or stop her actions.

It's really cold today and it's raining heavily outside. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the weather at three o'clock in the afternoon was as gloomy as the evening, and the heavy rain curtain looked like the sun had been beaten away by a tyrant. The weather was bad, but it couldn't trap a Sequence 7 hunter passing through the Beyonder. Besides, he lived only two streets away from Sauron's house, and the turtle could even crawl back in the rain.

Adela stretched her neck and watched for a while, convinced that she had no interest in this newly invented educational toy by Mr. Russell Gustav, but was only interested in the person playing with the toy. Then she sighed with pretense of regret. He took a breath and dragged out one word for an extremely long time: You still don't understand the essence of human beings, especially in Intis-

The movement of Edward's hand paused slightly. He knew that he would be noticed by these words. Adela also knew that he would be noticed by these words, so she was looking at him expectantly, like a farmer waiting in the fable. . However, she could always stay with the rabbit, and the Angel of the Abyss did not stop at this small frustration. He turned to look at her, waiting for an explanation.

You see, the hypnotic sound of rain, the comfortable weather, and the warm stove are suitable for sleeping together. Adela sat on her back on a chair covered with brown velvet cloth. When Edward looked over, she grinned, He spread his arms on the top of the chair back and said in an exaggerated tone, What a wonderful atmosphere! And now we are alone in the same room, with a burning fire in the fireplace next to it. You are actually concentrating on playing the Rubik's Cube. Could it be that now? Shouldn’t we have some traditional Intis socializing? I came in through the back door specially, and you don’t want to look at me even if you want to look at the Rubik’s Cube!”

...

Edward thrust the Rubik's Cube into her hand.

You can play. He said coldly, I'm leaving.

Hey, don't go, don't go, I know, I won't mention it anymore. Adela quickly reached out and grabbed the belt of Edward's coat, and he and the chair were dragged for a meter, and she complained loudly, pretending to be annoyed, You are too confused to understand amorous feelings, don’t devils have all kinds of deep desires?”

I am fear, not a mess of low-level demons.

Edward walked forward expressionlessly, dragging Adela and her chair behind him. After walking a few steps, He began to feel bored: Even if this woman could have a unique position in front of the devil by virtue of her unique role and her own scheming, she should not be allowed to despise the status and honor of angels like this. Where did she get the courage?

She saw the expression on the other person's face becoming more indifferent and felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere, but Adela was not afraid. Instead, she laughed with some joy and expectation: Do you want to kill me?

I'm thinking about it. The devil's hand gently placed on her neck, You should know your own value.

You have killed me, Your Highness, but not there.

Miss Hunter looked very happy, her face flushed with excitement, which made Edward temporarily wonder whether this human's brain structure was a little too different from ordinary people. Adela stretched out her hand with a smile, grabbed Edward's wrist, and after making sure that the other party had no real intention to kill her, she removed his hand from his throat and gently placed it on his chest:

This is it.

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Admissor, you have performed very well in basic literature classes recently and have excellent grades. You will draft a letter later.

Okay, Miss Maria, what's the content?

The content is to request the assistance of the Aurora Society to help us explore the internal situation of Kaping Mansion. It must be written in my tone. After writing it, give it to me for inspection. In the principal's room, Maria stood by the window and looked down at the open space below. The children who were moving around freely had gentle expressions, but their eyes became more and more stern, Now is the honeymoon period of cooperation, and we are also rich. There is a high probability that Mr. Z will not sit idly by, but we cannot completely place our hopes on them. On the body. We should be able to get a reply soon. If I go out alone one day, you have to imitate my handwriting and handle the work on my behalf. Don't let prying eyes find out the problem.

...Okay. Admissor, who was already a machine, hesitated for a moment. He closed his eyes, opened them again after a few seconds, and said apologetically, Miss Maria, I can't see clearly. But I can feel that what you are trying to do should go smoothly and the abducted people can come back.

All?

Some of them. Admissor pressed his eyebrows, and there were some red bloodshot eyes in his light gray eyes. The others were swallowed by the shadows, or have died. I don't understand the mystical meaning of the shadows.

Maria shook her head: It doesn't matter, your prophecy is the best blessing to me. I am very satisfied with this result. I should really thank Mrs. Norma, she found you for us.

Speaking of the over 70-year-old dean’s wife of the Tingen workhouse, Admissor also had a look of gratitude and longing on his face: “When Mrs. Norma pulled me up from the mud and wiped me When I clean my face and hands, I receive a more holy baptism than in church.”

Then I'll give you a holiday and go back to Tingen at the end of the year to see her. Mrs. Norma will definitely be very happy if she sees you now.

Maria smiled, and her expression quickly turned serious: Of course, the current job is to level up and save the children, you must pay attention.

Yes, I will definitely not relax.

After saying that, Admissor thought for a while and asked again: You have chosen to seek help from the Aurora Society. Are you already planning to give up looking for help from the detectives?

...Yes, I gave up. After all, private investigators are just ordinary people. There is no need to involve them in our affairs. Maria sighed, sliding her fingers from the file bag on the table, Okay, class will start soon, you go back, I want to continue...

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office, quickly and violently. After getting Maria's permission, a tall blond man walked in from the door, a head taller than Maria. There was a lingering deathly air about him, and anxiety flashed from time to time in his eyes. There were two expressionless-looking thugs standing against the wall outside the door.

Miss Maria. The blond man gave a rough salute and spoke impatiently, Miss Sharon and Mr. Maric have new developments. They fought with the pursuers of the Rose School last night, and Miraculously the victory was won and we were no longer needed.”

The person who was chasing them had a sealed artifact that restrained them, and a full Sequence 5, but they actually ran away?

He didn't run away, he was killed! the blond man whispered, Including the innocent souls of Sequence 5, all the pursuers were wiped out by them! Miss Maria, this is not good, I came into contact with them twice , they all showed repulsion and disgust towards me. Now that they have obtained the sealed artifact that restrains the Temperance Sect, if they want to attack us, Backlund now only has a few newcomers and me, and we have no power to fight back!

Maria's expression changed, she covered her mouth with her hands and thought seriously for a long time, then said: They couldn't do it, who did they find as a helper?

The Church of Steam is investigating, but we don't have a clue yet. The blond man answered, However, someone saw them driving a carriage away a passerby a few nights ago. I suspect that was their helper.

Oh? Maria asked, Any clues?

According to the description of the person who accidentally saw them, the other person was a man with no distinguishing features... The blond man grabbed the scratch paper on the table and drew a futile abstract masterpiece of Picasso's life. And he felt good about himself and handed the masterpiece to Maria, In order to get more information, I hypnotized him a little. In short, he looks like this.

Maria silently accepted the masterpiece: Yellow hair?

Those are gold-rimmed glasses!

It should be easy to find someone with such sharp edges.

What I drew is just an ordinary black-haired man?

The two communicated for a while with big eyes and small eyes, doubting each other's eyes and brains. Finally, Maria gave up thinking, put away the portrait that had no reference value, and said to the blond man: Okay, I understand, you go back first. Well, I will continue to pay attention to this matter.

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After last night's battle and spending some time with the biotoxin bottle, Klein had a slight cold. On the way to the East District, cold wind and thick fog with a pungent odor blew in his face, causing him to cough a few more times.

Reporter Mike, who was traveling with him, asked with concern: Are you okay? Patients really shouldn't exercise strenuously. Let's take a rest.

Ah sneeze!

Klein took out the paper again, wiped his mouth and nose, and snorted. Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

You're right, there is a cafe here that has pretty good food. Of course, this is relative to residents of the East End. Klein also longed for warmth, pointing to the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.

It seems like it's already a better restaurant here. Mike didn't think it was a cafe.

It was already after nine o'clock, and there were very few customers in the cafe - residents in the East End often finish breakfast after seven o'clock and start working or looking for work. After accompanying Mike and ordering beef and potato stew, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around and looked for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had met by chance before pretending to be a reporter.

He was the one who brought me here in the first place... Why is he just having breakfast now... Klein's thoughts changed and he said to Mike:

You have an interviewee.

As he spoke, he walked towards the old man holding the coffee cup.

The other party was still wearing the thick jacket from before, but with a few more patches, and the patches were patched meticulously to make them airtight. The slightly gray hair looks greasy, and the beard is quite obvious. The last repair was probably a few days ago. He also wore a patchwork scarf handmade by his tailor daughter around his neck. In front of him was a piece of cheap black bread and a large cup of tea that was about the same as boiled water. His expression looked comfortable and peaceful.

Good morning, we meet again.

Klein sat across from him and said hello. The middle-aged and elderly man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

Mr. Reporter, is that you?

...Klein laughed dryly and pointed at Mike next to him: This is my colleague. He wants to do a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview.

Mike is an experienced and well-informed reporter. He didn't say much after hearing this, he just smiled, nodded, and said hello.

As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't just find out today. The other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!

So you are really a reporter! the middle-aged and elderly man blurted out in shock, but this does not prevent you from being a kind and well-meaning person.

Klein smiled and asked, How have you been lately?

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and smiled: It's okay, Taylor works hard, and I work hard too. I want to do my old job of making shoes, but they say I'm too old and my hands shake... ...I continued to go to the dock to try my luck. Occasionally I could earn one or two soles for a day's work. But I didn't have such good luck every day. Just like today, I went there early without breakfast and stood in the crowd and shouted loudly. I kept calling out my name and that of the steward, but still wasn’t chosen, so I came to eat.”

Haha, my Taylor got up earlier. There are always children kidnapped in the East District recently. If I don't go with her, she will go home soon after dark, and now she is waiting for me to bring her lunch. He He pointed to another piece of palm-sized black bread, which was the day's food for the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.

Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may have to be busy until late and won't compete with us.

Klein listened quietly, occasionally sipping low-quality coffee, while Mike took out a pen and paper and quickly took notes. When they heard the word kidnapping, they both raised their heads. They looked at each other, and Klein asked euphemistically and tentatively: What does it mean that children are often kidnapped?

...This is what Miss Maria told us, telling us not to go out alone at night. We don't know the specifics, but it is true that many children and girls who can usually be seen have disappeared. The middle-aged and elderly man hesitated. After a moment, he decided to tell the whole story to the two kind-hearted reporters in front of him, There is an eleven-year-old pickpocket on the street next door. I had my shirt stolen by him, so I know where he usually sleeps. I haven't seen him for two days. Is he still there? The 18-year-old eldest daughter of the Ivey family in the alley also disappeared before. She has been missing for a long time and was sent back by Miss Maria a few days ago...

But we have to go out. It's only after six o'clock after dark. If we go back, we won't make enough money, and we won't be able to buy bread the next day...

The middle-aged and elderly man didn't say any more, but the implication was very simple: if you can't afford bread, you won't have the energy to work, and you might fall into a worse vicious cycle. Therefore, even if they know that there are dangerous people wandering in the East District, they still have to go out and separate from their children, otherwise they will soon starve to death in the place where they live or on the street.

Mike frowned, and the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was the only sound between the three of them. Soon, he completed the record and spoke to the middle-aged and elderly man with a serious expression: If you want to find out the whole story, this information is not enough. Who else can provide information?

The middle-aged and elderly men did not speak, their expressions were hesitant to speak, and their eyes looked behind them from time to time.

Klein looked back thoughtfully, and his heart skipped a beat: He saw the woman who had seen through his disguise at a glance when he came to the East District last time, sitting on the table behind them, with a plate in front of her. Holding a sandwich and steaming coffee at hand.

I'm Maria. The woman with black hair, blue eyes, and a scar on her face looked at them unfavorably. Her gaze stayed on Klein's face for a longer time. She felt that this person's aura was somewhat familiar.

You are reporters? What are you here to investigate? If there is nothing important, please go back.

TBC

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Event - Card level - Start loading progress.

Suddenly I realized that I had written the number of the previous chapter wrong! This chapter is number 57! ah! ! !

*And my dear readers, please don’t give me any more rewards. Don’t hit me anymore. I feel so guilty and nervous! !

And is this article originally a cool article? Isn't this article About everyone thinking that I am pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger on earth. Only I know how insulting it is to be beaten around by a group of true gods (?)

(After all, decline is not fun at all)