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"Oh." Audrey said this, and Susie stopped asking. She stood there obediently, "So what do we do?" ”

"We ...... now"

Audrey thought for a few seconds, looking at the real-world spot where the flames erupted. It was the mansion of the viscount she was very familiar with, and judging from the explosion just now, it was estimated that the main body of the building had been completely blown up, and the other party used a gas explosion to erase the traces.

The simplest and roughest way.

What to do now?

The situation is too complicated and changing rapidly, and Audrey is a little unsure.

She stared at the source of the explosion for a moment, if the church had the idea of containment and rescue, there should have been a localized rainstorm that had extinguished the flames. But half a minute later, the fire was still burning violently, not only burning the small half of the sky, but also spreading, and it seemed that the Thunder Church also had the idea of letting everyone be burned clean along with the evidence.

The tremor just now should have woken up the surrounding residents, but I don't need to go back to sleep to inform the people to evacuate......

"Is the purpose of the Thunder Church to get rid of the nobility completely?"

Audrey's brow furrowed:

"Looks like no one is going to come out of there alive. However, it is impossible to get rid of all the nobles with a pre-New Year's dinner, and it is no wonder that the voice I heard said that I would have to wait until the New Year's party...... However, after the loss of the royal family, the New Year's party can no longer have more than ninety percent of the nobles gathered in the palace as in the past, so it is the same on any day. ”

No, no, if the nobles suffered too many casualties at one time, and all the secular and powerful aristocratic factions that could have confronted the church suffered casualties or even annihilation, would the power to hold the New Year's party be taken away by the church?

When the time comes, the church will gather all the nobles together in the name of the New Year, how can anyone dare to disagree?

“……”

Audrey reached out and pressed her temple.

"This time the balance between ecclesiastical and secular power has been completely broken, who did the thing, who did it?"

The flood of information made her lose time to be shocked and dazed, and she began to think wholeheartedly about what had happened in the short moment just now - first of all, the viscount's dinner, which was originally thought to be an ordinary aristocratic banquet, Audrey also asked Susie to test Herwin Lambis's position and mental state, and as a result, someone took the opportunity of the nobles being gathered together to kill them all, so that the church could hide behind it and get the most benefits, the greatest benefits.

Audrey left the scene early because she didn't like the atmosphere and Susie's character setting, but she didn't expect to avoid a disaster like this.

And the matter is not over here, if it weren't for Audrey seeing Hugh and this MI9 member who was quietly connecting with her, she would never have noticed that someone else used the gas explosion of the aristocratic mansion just now to cover up the explosion of someone secretly entering the emperor's mausoleum.

If the death of the nobleman was instructed by the Thunder Church, then it was absolutely impossible for the Thunder Church to instruct MI9 to infiltrate the mausoleum.

There should be at least two waves of people in action this time, and there should actually be a more complex relationship.

They may seem hostile, but they agree on some things.

"With the demigod Herwin Lambis present, he is still in charge of this, and it is unlikely that anyone will be able to bypass him and do something to the nobles present...... Could it be that he was instructed to do so? Or is he also planning to break away from Herwin Lambis? However, if the gentleman had already instructed him, there was no need for me to come over to investigate, just let him finish the investigation and then fake his death and get out. And he hasn't reached Sequence 3 yet, so it's impossible to split his own virtual personality, and the one I see should be the real him. ”

Susie observed the expression on Audrey's side face and asked cautiously:

"Investigating the ...... of the village of Hradeck"

She was still very curious about the dragon-worshipping village, and tried to play the role of trying to be a human being just to follow Audrey.

Audrey nodded: "The long-standing dragon worship in the village of Hradeck still needs to be checked, it may be that a dragon is still alive hiding there, no matter what, I would love to see each other with my own eyes." ”

She thought for a moment, looked at the MI9 member who had fallen into a deep coma and was completely unconscious, and whispered:

"In a sense, someone has helped me with the additional task of 'messing up Rune society'. MI9's activities are not in conflict with ours, but I don't think they will succeed so easily, because if George III is resurrected, the first thing he will have to deal with is the God of Thunder, who has almost wiped out his power, law, and prestige. ”

"And if he returns, the situation in the world, which has not barely stabilized, will be affected again."

Speaking of this, Audrey suddenly paused, and then showed a look of regret.

"If only I had that 'psychic mail' ability."

"This way I can send a heartfelt email directly to all the inhabitants of Beckland, telling them to prepare immediately for a big disaster and war, and that it is better to stay at home and not come out and stock up on some food......"

Audrey said as she quickly spread the "Psychic Plague" towards the surrounding psychic islands.

This rather special "plague of the mind" spreads in the subconscious ocean, and it has been widely corresponded. It is about being nervous, vigilant, staying away from the fire or participating in firefighting, and paying attention to the safety of yourself and your family.

The spread of the demigod-level "Psychic Plague" is theoretically unlimited, but in the process of spreading, it will become weaker and weaker due to differences in understanding, and it will inevitably bump into church members or other extraordinary people. In this way, the effect will be greatly reduced, and even cut off by a group service.

Susie also very humanly dragged the unconscious MI9 member to the corner of the alley, creating a false memory for him.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Let's go visit Earl Hall."

Audrey said: "The Thunder Church has probably decided to make the aristocracy disappear completely, let Rune become a theocratic society again, take back all power, and then brand all the inhabitants as 'God', and weaken the power of George III to the greatest extent." So the nobles who are still alive are actually half-footed in the ground, and I have to say that this is also a good opportunity. ”

The world and ideas of human beings are so complex. Susie nodded earnestly, indicating that she understood.

"In addition to Earl Hall, we also have to visit the other nobles who are still alive."

After mentioning her father's name, Audrey pondered for a moment: "I want to talk to them and persuade them, these people are already outcasts in the eyes of the Thunder Church, then I can try to contact them." With their lives at stake, I believe that most of them will be willing to donate all their money and possessions to the Foundation, the people, the vulnerable, the wounded soldiers, and medical institutions. ”

"In my name?" Susie pointed to herself, "Audrey, with the reserve of your parents, I don't think you can even get through the door." ”

"It doesn't matter, you're sequence 6, you can enter the door if you can speak, and you can talk when you can enter the door."

"What if we can't talk about it?"

"I can't talk about it, and I'm still there."

……

I am an ordinary company employee, and the biggest joy of every day is to be able to leave work on time.

And this is often not possible, because only by working overtime can I get more salary and let me accumulate a sense of security little by little.

In this regard, my company is not very humane, the boss has reached the point where he needs to make second-hand office computers in the circle of friends, but the managers are not concerned about the company's affairs, obviously there are so many subordinates to manage, but they only care about going to work every day, and turn a blind eye to the deficit finance and the personnel department that can't recruit people at all. It's unbelievable that at this point, the company can still run smoothly, and they can still sit comfortably in the office chair, and even carry out some 'courtesy exchanges' in the office.

It's not that I wanted to join this company on my own initiative, but that I accidentally jumped here a year and a half ago.

The previous company had already closed down, and since it had come, it had to start working here. I didn't want to continue working in this company, but there was no chance of other companies to change jobs. Considering the mid-life layoff crisis in this industry, it's still best for me not to change jobs too often. Although I think it's a miracle that the company is still running every day, I don't want to see it collapse before I retire.

I was forced to have a little bit of a competitive idea, and it happened that an executive was hit by a car and died, so I tried to see if I could be promoted.

Anyway, this is where I'm going to work, and I have to find a way to save it, and I can't let it really collapse.

But even if it is a promoted social animal, it is still a social animal, as a social animal, every day from 9 to 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, deducting work, eating, sleeping, commuting, there is very little free time for yourself.

So you can't always blame me for staying up late, only the little time I stay up late after I get home belongs to me. If you close your eyes and sleep, as soon as you open your eyes, it's time to sell your body and soul again.

Day after day, even robots will find life monotonous and repetitive, boring.

And when you turn on the news, there is a war here, there is a war there, and different countries are just as fond of intrigue as the office executives. There are all kinds of chaotic religions in distant foreign countries, and countless wars of faith have been fought over trivial matters, and that's it, but there is also an extremist religious organization that is declaring that the God they believe in is the only true savior, and that faith in Him can be saved.

What age is there still people promoting this?

Putting aside work and every day with no future in sight, the world itself seems depressing. Just being alive has already done their best, and under such great pressure, people will naturally become depressed, Buddhist, and lose the motivation to struggle.

Will I really live to retire?

I felt a little sad, I turned on my phone and wanted to watch a relaxing video for a while to relieve my mood, but I found that the traffic was exhausted, and when I opened any software, there was only one "page loading failed, please try again" on the screen.

The traffic ran out and there was no free WIFI on the street, so I suddenly felt even more sad and clicked on the call bar to call my parents.

Then I found out that I didn't even have a phone bill.

Probably because there was no phone bill and the signal around me was not very good, any phone call I made was an empty "beep-beep-", and this bleak voice kept echoing endlessly. It wouldn't even say to me, please try again later.

Alas. I had to sigh, alas.

Lonely in the big city, I can't go home a few times a year. When I go to work, I am too busy to think about anything else, and when I am idle, I will inevitably be sad. I don't like to admit that I'm homesick, but I'd love to hear my dad and mom talk to me.

Forget it, when you return to the company, use the company's network to charge your mobile phone bill and then call, it's not bad for a while.

Lock the screen of your phone and clip the newspaper you read twice under your armpit.

It's lunch break, there's no one on the street, there's no sound around, and the whole city seems to be asleep.

I walked slowly along the main road of the city where I had lived since I graduated, and there was usually an old man with small black round glasses, dressed like a god stick of the last century, telling fortunes on the side of the street, looking at the mystery of no one at all. I saw that he was pitiful, so I often accosted him, but he always said some weird riddles, and over time I didn't want to talk to him. But today I haven't even refreshed this weird old man, and I feel more and more kinky. I didn't know where I was going or where I was stopping.

It seems that the act of moving forward is already forever in itself.

TBC

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Arnold politely said goodbye to the Red Angel.

The meaning of his surrender was brought, and the other party should have nothing to ask, so he served tea to the guest, and he walked away with great interest.

He put on his hood, made a precise disguise, and walked slowly through the streets of the lower city, and his height of more than two meters made the people around him unconsciously respect and fear him. His ears were good, and as he was advancing, he heard a man who was watching him cautiously boast to his drinking buddies:

"I've seen those gods! Each of them is taller than this one. ”

"The shortest of them." Fursacley's height means status, strength, and pedigree, although there are occasional surprises. That person was afraid of being heard by him, and his voice was as low as a mosquito, but he still insisted on bragging to his friends, "It's as high as him." ”

The average height is more than two meters? Arnold's mind came to mind the high-ups of the God of War Church, who were indeed giants.

He walked around a corner, fine-tuned his silhouette with the seal, shortened his height by a full thirty centimeters, and walked back into the street, changing direction, slowly walking towards the harbor and beyond.

"Belief in 'Poseidon' really works!"

"I ventured into the sea yesterday and really caught a small fish! With that bite of fish soup, I can talk to you now......"

"What about the 'fool'? I heard that the gods believe in this god is also very powerful, can heal the sick, can save the dead! ”

In the harbor, fishermen gather to whisper and discuss the new faith passionately and secretly. As he approached the fishermen chatting, the conversation naturally shifted to the weather, prayers, and the new ordinances on the bulletin board.

It had just snowed last night, and the ground was covered with thick white snow and black sewage, and the ground was covered with curved lines, and some bait, fish food, dried fruits and grains were scattered irregularly, which at first glance looked like a child's game or a mischief to waste food.

Arnold glanced at it for a moment, and felt that there was a reason why the Inquisition hadn't found the problem here until now.

When everyone tacitly keeps a secret and racks their brains to fight against the bulletin board, the level 0 seal as a dead thing will also temporarily bow down. The Brass Book is not so intelligent, and the Pontifical See is not omniscient, and the seals cannot be simply and rudely one-size-fits-all, which will cause dissatisfaction among the people, and there will also be a strange sense of wanting to cover up.

As part of his overtures to the Red Angel, he certainly couldn't have reported the matter here. After quietly looking at the harbor, which was more crowded than usual, he quietly returned the way he came, back to the Sanctuary.

(End of chapter)