The closer winter comes, the more smoky the mornings in Backlund become.
The doors and windows of No. 17 Minsk Street were closed. Klein, who had taken an early rest after returning home yesterday, was walking in and out of the kitchen wearing an apron. He held the steaming crucible in his enlarged cotton gloves and carefully placed it on the dining table. .
He looked at the tumbling tomato soup and the slightly exposed beef with satisfaction, took out the white bread that had been prepared in advance, and tried to take a bite.
"Sure enough, using tomatoes as the soup base has more flavor than those outside."
This was the first time since he moved to Backlund that he had prepared food so carefully. The rich aroma of meat and the mellowness of the tomato soup base dispelled the coldness in his body, making him feel as if he had returned to the comfort of autumn.
Chewing the soft white bread in his mouth, Klein recalled the various explanations given by "Mystery" to the King of Angels last night, and felt a little lost for a moment.
Different from the usual direct communication method, last night I briefly explained that "Beyond Sequence One, whether it is to accommodate uniqueness or swallow the plurality of Sequence One characteristics, as long as you have not experienced the ceremony of becoming a god, you are the king of angels." After this concept, "Mystery" was no longer willing to say a word, and was not even willing to explain too much about the eight beings that the title King of Angels originally referred to.
Even with Klein's own speculation, she just nodded and accepted, reluctantly admitting that the eight kings of angels included the current three gods, Medici, and Ouroleus.
There must be something evil in this!
Klein angrily dipped another piece of bread into the tomato beef soup, sandwiched the beef and stuffed it into his mouth.
Intuition tells me that the remaining three angel kings are the more critical figures.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Klein looked at the yellow scene outside the window with some sadness, his nose twitched slightly, as if he had smelled the pungent smell of soot.
But if the "secret" didn't tell me, it would be difficult for me to encounter records related to the other three angel kings now that there is almost no history before the fifth era.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about digging up similar history from Silver City, which still has a large number of records, through his classmate “The Sun”, but through the previous Tarot sessions, judging from “The Sun”’s own ignorance of history, the long and cruel environment , which should have also caused Silver City to lose a lot of its heritage.
If I ask the angel of "Secret", Ambrosius, who has followed "Secret" since the second era, she will definitely know many details about the King of Angels, but without the order of her "lord", she may not necessarily will tell me.
Mr. Azik?
But at Mr. Azik's place, I should be a dead person now...
Will Asceptin?
If you contact that magician rashly, something might happen.
Klein's face fell, and he looked at the pots and bowls that had been swept away before him, becoming even more irritated for a moment.
Apart from these elders, what other channels does he have to learn about the dusty history?
Click, click, click...
His fingers tapped on the table. The reddish skin of the eggplant in the bottomed crucible was wrapped around the minced beef with bones attached. If you didn't look carefully, it looked like a severed finger...
finger......
Klein, who was half lying on the table, slowly straightened up and touched his pocket with a strange expression on his face.
The iron-black badge lay quietly in the palm of his hand, and the upside-down cross glowed with blood-red light and flickered quietly.
It seems that there is indeed a possibility...
"Mr. A, the true creator is the ancient sun god, and Ouroleus, one of the eight kings of angels, is still following this evil... true god who has some abnormal mental state."
Considering the ally relationship between "Mystery" and the True Creator, Crane decided to use a more appropriate name to refer to this dangerous existence.
Do I really want to visit the Aurora Society?
They are the murderers of the Tingen tragedy, cultists who kill without blinking an eye, and devils who cause all kinds of suffering...
Looking at the mess on the dining table in front of him, Klein Moretti fell into deep thought.
...
Winter winter winter.
In front of a villa in Queens, Klein looked around and made sure no one was there before he knocked on the door and unconsciously tapped the cane in his hand.
Click.
A small crack was exposed in the closed wooden door, and he looked out through an ordinary black hole, scanning Klein's body up and down.
Holding back the other party's look that was definitely not normal, Klein reluctantly withdrew a smile.
"I'm sorry for not informing you in advance. I'm here to visit Mr. A."
Somewhat worried, Klein also took out the badge that exuded the aura of "shepherd".
The holes in the gap spread visibly to the naked eye, and the almost closed wooden door suddenly opened. His thin hands grabbed the corner of Klein's clothes and pulled him in.
The owner of that hand was wearing a wrinkled black and white skirt, with slightly dry, semi-long hair pinned back by a faded hairpin, and his eyes were averted.
"The envoy of God is in the basement."
Klein looked at the girl who was hesitating and speaking awkwardly, and the chain blade that had been unsheathed in his hand calmly closed it again.
"Thanks."
Unlike the well-trained waiters at the last party, this girl dressed as a handyman kept her head lowered and took slow steps. People couldn't help but worry that she would hit someone because she couldn't see the road clearly.
onto something.
Fortunately, the girl seemed to be very familiar with the layout here, and she led Klein to the secret door leading to the basement.
"The envoy of God is down below."
"Thanks."
Withdrawing his gaze from looking around, Klein thanked him again, and then walked magnanimously down the stairs. The candles on the walls of the narrow passage opened up one light after another.
Is this the usual disguise of the Aurora Society?
This should be regarded as a relatively high-level stronghold. Those hiding in the shadows are probably the so-called "hermit monks", while the low-ranking members like that girl should be pretending to be ordinary servants to confuse the public.
Before entering the house, Klein activated the "stand-in" in his hand. Although the "hermit monk"'s ability to hide in the shadows was very concealed, from the special perspective of the spiritual body thread, they were as if they were in the dark night.
The fireflies and their floating threads betrayed their position.
As for the girl who opened the door, her spirituality was not restrained normally. This is more common in some low-sequence extraordinary warriors who are not very successful in digesting magic potions.
If nothing else, she must have become an Extraordinary recently and has not yet adapted.
With his cane tapping the ground gently, Klein looked around the basement that had been transformed into a simple church, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved, mixed with a little self-deprecation.
The former nighthawk has become a visitor to the cult.
"Thank you Lord for your care. Lord elect, welcome your visit."
Different from the dress at the party, Mr. A was still wearing a robe at this time, but the hood on the back of his head had been lowered. His face, which was more beautiful than that of a woman, was full of piety. His eyes slowly opened, with blood-red eyes.
There was no madness as expected by Klein, but instead a clear calmness.
"Praise for 'Mystery'."
A huge hanging cross was embedded in the wall. Facing the shrine that exuded spiritual light, Klein calmly held his hands on his chest.
It would be impossible for him to praise the true Creator.
"This place is different from what I imagined. I originally thought I needed some explanation before I could enter your stronghold."
Putting the cane in his hand back behind his back, Klein stood diagonally to avoid facing the gaze of the statue of the true Creator.
"I have already informed all devout believers of the characteristics of the token in your hand, and the Lord has already told me this joyful news when you stepped into this house."
When it came to faith, Mr. A closed his eyes tightly again and devoutly drew an inverted cross on his chest.
He pointed to the doorway on the side of the chapel, "We should not talk about trivial matters in front of God's gaze. That is my room, please come with me."
After saying that, he took the lead towards the dark space without a door panel, groping with his arms on the inside, and a dim fire ignited.
Klein, who followed closely behind, looked at this too simple room and frowned slightly.
With a flat concrete floor and undecorated earthen walls, hanging wall lamps, a wooden single bed, a small table and some letter paper and ink, this is the private room of this Aurora Society envoy.
There is a villa above the head, but those houses are empty and people live in the basement instead, just like a medieval ascetic... Seeing that Mr. A brought a chair, Klein sat on it without pushing it away.
.
"Your Excellency, the electorate, I wonder what tasks you have to entrust to me?"
Mr. A, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked directly at Klein and spoke in a low voice.
Looking at his serious face, as if he was ready to die at any moment, and combined with this difficult living environment, Klein felt that there was something wrong with his impression of the Aurora Society.
In the church's propaganda and in my own personal experience, the Aurora Society seems to have always acted like a group of heartless lunatics, filled with all kinds of scum and villains.
But now, just looking at Mr. A's pious and clear eyes and everything revealed in this house, he really felt a sense of detachment from reality.
"I just want to know about the true... history of the Great Creator during the Third Age."
Keeping in mind the truth that you can't just look at things by their appearance, Klein first asked about the part he was most concerned about.
"Third Age, do you mean the great 'Glory Era'?"
It seemed that he did not expect that Klein would ask such a question, and obvious surprise flashed across Mr. A's calm face.
There was sincere nostalgia in his eyes, and without waiting for Klein's response, he used an extremely pious low voice to praise that period of history that had been forgotten by the world.
"That was the great era when the Lord drove away evil, gave hope to all living things, and brought sunshine back to the earth..."
"It was an era of extraordinary prosperity and prosperity for mankind."
“Under the illumination of the Lord and the impartial gaze of the ‘God of Mysteries’, all city-states unite in friendship, work collectively, and share the resources of labor together.”
"People who are capable take the initiative to expel darkness, and people who are rich in love spread the faith of the Lord, no matter which race they have been enslaved by, no matter what false gods they have been forced to believe in, people with different skin colors and different languages
We are all as close as brothers, that is the golden age that every believer is committed to returning to..."
Crystal tears fell from both sides of his cold cheeks. Looking at Mr. A, whose face was covered with tears and already lost in fantasy, Klein lowered his head silently and fell into deep thought.