Secret: Those Years when I Was a Foreign Aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 176 Apple Chicken

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The true creator looked at the apple rolling in Edward's hand with an indescribable expression, cleared his throat, and still couldn't hold back his curiosity:

"...I'll touch it."

The True Creator touched the apple. It felt very smooth, without any feathery touch, just like a real apple. It was hard to imagine that this thing was actually a genetically modified chicken.

"...What is the growth pattern of this... creature?"

After the brief shock, the true Creator, who had experienced countless storms and waves, recovered. After all, this apple (this chicken?) is actually inferior to some mythical biological forms of gods to an indescribable degree. Since it is a life form that can be understood, the real creator's curiosity about it must outweigh his desire to avoid it.

Edward smacked his lips: "Actually, Frank doesn't know what this is. He made it by mistake when he was modifying apples to taste like chicken."

"There is no blood, so it cannot be invaded by me."

"I studied it using divination."

He patted the apple, which chirped a few more times, and the True Creator leaned back slightly.

"Look, it has no vocal organs at all, but it can indeed make sounds."

"Indeed." The True Creator nodded, "And this is different from bread. It is not spiritual feedback, but a real voice."

Edward said: "At first I thought it was a chicken soul stuffed into an apple, and then it relied on spirituality to speak. Then I confirmed that this creature did not have a soul, and was more like a familiar - can you understand this word? Very good, it seems that your once omniscient and omnipotent also included a bit of magic novels from the old days. Are you kidding, it seems that you have read it before? - I suspect that the chicken used in Frank's experiment was too lively, and he put..."

Edward considered the words and said as rigorously as possible:

"I don't know what method he used, but he transferred the life force from the chicken to the apple."

"So the apple becomes a soulless but living creature."

"In other words, it did start out as an apple, not a chicken that grew from a tree."

"Yes, but I think chickens will grow on the trees soon." Edward shrugged, "After all, failure is the mother of success. This great failure will surely allow him to give birth to a real apple chicken soon."

...The True Creator curled his lips and selectively ignored this sentence. He picked up the apple and carefully felt the life force inside with his own authority.

"And I also ate one, and the flesh of the apple has been changed to a certain extent, and the taste is more like chicken." Edward said, "It doesn't taste very good. But eating it roasted can restore the taste of roasted chicken to the maximum extent, and it comes with Seasoning. It seems that Frank’s research was somewhat successful.”

Ate one? The true Creator is dumbfounded, too. Apples must grow one tree at a time. The vitality of one or several chickens has polluted so many apples? ...Although they are all strange, it is best not to grow a tree of chickens...

"Indeed, there is no spirit, or the spirit is loosely connected to the flesh (flesh?)."

If the spirit residue, vitality and container do not match, the creature will not grow and its vitality will continue to be lost, so it can only live for a short time. The vitality will probably dissipate when the apples go bad, that is, within two or three days... Research related to "vitality" can also be found in other ways. For example, "craftsmen" at the demigod level can also drain the vitality of a surrounding area. Incorporate machinery to create living dolls. But whether it is consumption or conversion ratio, Frank seems to be better.

The key is that this is a technology developed by a low-sequence "cultivator"!

The True Creator weighed the apple a few times, like a customer picking at a fruit stall, and then returned the apple to Edward and said thoughtfully:

"Is he willing to sell this failed technology?"

He thought about buying it. This technology of transferring life force could help him create many consumable familiars, which were different from the bulky and expensive dolls of the Church of Steam.

With strong vitality and a strong container, if spiritual materials can be added, this technology may shine - as long as you study and improve it yourself, you can transfer the vitality and soul together, so that it can be used in a certain sense. Up to achieve the "immortality" studied by mad scientists in some novels in the world. Turn inanimate objects into living beings, and even turn living people into conscious extraordinary objects!

Science and technology are primary productive forces. Once this familiar is mass-produced, its technology will cause a dimensionality-reducing blow to other ordinary armies of the same era!

The devil immediately saw through his thoughts and smiled:

"You plan to use this technology to expand Medici's army, right?"

"Honestly, since this kind of life form can respond to external stimuli (he pinched the apple, and the apple barked a few more times, and tried to jump out of his hand), it should also have thinking, or instinct. , it can probably also be used as an anchor point.”

The True Creator shook his head: "I'm not going to let Apple pray to Medici."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of the spiritual communion bread that would automatically pray. He felt a little dizzy and breathless due to the whims of his subordinates.

"Really? It seems that your current recruitment results are pretty good."

Edward looked at the real creator with interest and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, he does not intend to sell this technology to people with the purpose of 'war, human experimentation, harming others, and expanding private armed forces', so God should also no."

The devil whispered: "But I think if you just go to him and say a few words in his dream, he will be grateful and donate all his technology. Don't you want the 40% increase in wheat yield? Such a high yield can help you feed a few more people." Hundreds of people, thousands of people, how many more believers can you attract? It's a pity that you are the Aurora Society, wheat is a by-product, and Frank also temporarily declined due to genetic instability."

The true Creator’s heart is always moving (except for bread and chicken), but that doesn’t mean He will be moved by the devil’s words.

"Stop it."

He turned his face and became inhumane in an instant: "The things have been brought and the words have been spoken. Why don't you leave?"

"When did our relationship become so distant?"

"Alienated? Is our relationship good enough to use the word estranged?"

The devil raised his eyebrows and stretched his hand forward: "Then pay the rent of 70,000 yuan this year."

"Medici destroyed my greenhouse garden for some time, right? What he burned were the precious exotic flowers and plants that I carefully selected and cultivated, and my servants also took care of them seriously for nearly two hundred years. Since then, It’s full of antiques inside and out, filled with my precious memories!”

"Total manpower and material resources, I'll give you a 20% discount, and I'll pay you five thousand pounds."

Forget about precious memories! Looking at you like this, I know that you have no memory of the so-called past. After all, why do you, an outsider, still act so conscientiously in front of me? You are not a faceless person! The True Creator rolled his eyes to the sky, and the image of Edward in His heart became infinitely smaller, and finally turned into a villain. The True Creator was beating up the villain in his mind.

"It feels like you are secretly scolding me." Edward said, "You actually have such strong dissatisfaction."

"Nothing, you feel wrong."

The demon's sense of malice is really troublesome. The True Creator replied with a smile on his face.

He stabbed twenty needles in his mind before he spoke: "I will pay for the losses Medici caused you, and I will also pay the rent of the manor in installments."

"Or do you have extraordinary items you want to rent?"

"You don't have what I need right now, so it would be better to just give me the money." Edward took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it over, with a name and a list of bank accounts written on it, "Here, this is it. Six issues, no less than 10,000 at a time. This year has just begun, but it will be February soon."

It’s okay if there’s no interest. The True Creator took the note and nodded.

—Milan Norafetus.

The last number and letters in the account number indicate that this is a county bank account in faraway East Chester County, and the name has no homophones or hints. The True Creator took one look and put it away, thinking it was one of the other party's false identities.

"I understand." He urged again, "Go back to jail quickly."

"Come out for a while and you have such big opinions, so let's go." Edward nodded perfunctorily, put the apple back into his pocket and took it away.

The True Creator stared at the bulging pocket for a while, and resisted the idea of ​​buying the apple and studying the technology himself.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"What if I bought the technology to create familiars for farming?"

Edward paused when he reached the door, as if he was thinking. Two seconds later, he turned around and answered while thinking:

"Maybe."

"But you'd better be doing it for farming."

425

On Sunday morning, Daniz took the initiative to reveal the news of an extraordinary gathering and took Klein with him.

It happened that Klein also wanted to put the plan to collect materials on the "Secret Puppet Master" on his agenda, so he agreed and successfully purchased the "Dust of Ancient Wraith Spirits" at the party.

Near the end, the gathering convenor, "Hercules" Ozil laughed and said:

"I have a commission."

As he spoke, he pulled out a photo from his inner pocket:

"The reward for finding the person above is 1,000 pounds, or the equivalent in common extraordinary materials. Remember, you cannot harm her."

1,000 pounds? This would drive most adventurers crazy... I don't know who he was looking for to pay such a high reward... Klein was not surprised to see that everyone present expressed their willingness to give it a try.

The photos began to be passed in counter-clockwise order, and arrived in Klein's hands a few minutes later.

He glanced at it casually, and suddenly felt a little surprised in his heart.

The woman in the photo is quite beautiful, with bright red hair and a pair of green, gem-like eyes. Her skin tone is not fair, but she looks healthy.

When taking the photo, she was wearing a brown and white women's riding attire, paired with knee-high boots and a deerstalker hat. Her waist was tightened with a leather corset, making her look unusually slender. Her overall temperament looks simple and capable, reminding people of some ancient noble families with hunting traditions in the Northern Continent.

A girl from a good family... Who would spend 1,000 pounds to find her, and the prerequisite is not to hurt her... Well, a photo of a barely smiling face... Multiple love-hate romance stories flashed through Klein's mind. .

What domineering pirate fell in love with the daughter of a wealthy businessman, robbed her on his ship, and was eventually escaped by her; what kind of run-down noble lady became a pirate, was accidentally caught, and staged a drama with the "punisher" and the upper-middle-class military men Sinful love, and using it to get out of trouble and leave the cage, what kind of fresh witch accidentally incurred emotional debt while giving people pleasure... As similar thoughts surged, Klein almost raised his palms , covering his face.

I read too many novels in my last life... In this world, I have a psychological shadow due to the witch... He sighed secretly, raised his head, and said to Ozil, the convener of the party:

"what is her name?"

"Elaine," Ozil replied simply, "but she must have used a false name."

Elaine, a typical Intis female name... Klein asked again:

“Is there anything she wears regularly?

"Hair, too."

This is a medium used for divination and searching for people.

Klein didn't mention that recently worn clothes that had not been starched also met the requirements. He was afraid that the employer behind the scenes would throw him a piece of women's underwear, which would be more embarrassing.

Ozil shook his head:

"No.

"She has strong anti-tracking capabilities."

"How is her strength?" asked another party participant.

Ozil said solemnly:

"The employer didn't describe it in detail. He just said it's not too powerful, but it's better than Sequence 9."

"You don't need to catch her. As long as you determine her whereabouts, you can receive the reward."

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Traynor raised his head from the forms and documents, glanced at Turing who came to help, and spit out a name in confusion:

"Elaine?"

"That little girl? Did she contact me?"

Turing maintained the image of a graceful old butler, standing by and using his computing power to check the accounts. A message appeared on his glasses:

"Master, since you left Index, Miss Elaine has been chanting your name constantly since the second week, but unfortunately you have been staying in the Southern Continent. When we returned to Index by water , I received at least twenty unanswered prayers.”

"Is she looking for something to do with me? Ignore her for now, Turing. Run the sandbox simulation first, and then enter the information."

"yes."

Traynor shook his head, stood up and took a stack of resumes and personal identification information from another table - since Medici suddenly wanted to interview applicants in person, the number of applications for membership in the Iron Cross has dropped by 80%. .

The leader Gaston Raymond, who legitimately handed over management rights and went on vacation in another country, said that he could not sleep all night after hearing the bad news. Traynor can prove that this is true, because the other party asked Traynor to honor him all night long. Na also climbed out of bed to check the number of applicants for this month. The answer is that it has actually dropped to 10% of the original figure, but the reporting staff embellished the data and added 10% more.

"My respect for that guy Raymond now is like the chastity of an Intis woman."

Traynor complained. He is not afraid of this angel leader. After all, due to his father's connection with the Aurora Society, he is now strictly speaking a direct subordinate of Medici.

Raymond criticized the personnel arrangements of the True Creator and the airborne landing of Medici, but Tony Twain has completely reduced himself to a praiser of the Red Angel (his light-speed defection caused the saying "The Red Angel will do the same" to circulate for a while in the Iron-Blooded Cross) He babbles like the Lord, and turns everyone who hears His babbles into his own believers."), He couldn't resist the higher order of his own path, and simply handed over the power generously, and then went directly to contact overseas His own private soldier, wanting to keep his own personal army.

As a result, Medici was in power for more than a week, his private soldiers were retained, and the Iron Cross was almost unable to make ends meet.

"Oh, the applicants this time don't look very good. I want to recruit an assistant for myself, but there are no candidates."

Traynor frowned while handling various complaint letters within the meeting expertly (ten or even 90% of them were physical disputes caused by a bunch of idle provocateurs digesting each other's potions):

"A few years ago, someone finally came from Lundberg, but he ran away after working for only a few months. He has some brains. It seems that he never wanted to join from the beginning, nor did he seriously participate in the prayers of the true Creator."

About two hours later, after finishing the work at hand, Traynor took out the iced Coke he had secretly hidden, and while drinking it, he asked Turing, who was still running the map:

“What does Elaine want from me?”

"Yes. After learning about your departure from Intis, Miss Elaine chose to cut off contact with the Intis family the next day and used her own channels to move her parents to the sea."

Elaine's backers are herself and the Sauron family of Intis. The family is high in the sky and the emperor is far away, but the protection of the saint is visible and tangible. With this, Elaine can cooperate with "Lieutenant General Disease" on an equal footing instead of becoming a vassal unilaterally.

Now, her backer has broken with the family, and she must make a choice immediately.

"She wants to follow me? That's right. Her useless father has no status in the family. She can't even save her current family property without relying on me." Traynor disagreed, "Is there any more?"

Turing multi-thread parallelism, searching for important content from other prayers, respectfully said:

"Miss Elaine has revealed to you the clues about the witch 'Lieutenant General Disease'."

"Quite smart." Traynor waited for the next step, "But a mid-level witch is not enough for me to protect her whole family."

"Miss Elaine revealed in her prayer that after a period of business cooperation, 'Lieutenant General Disease' showed an unimaginable interest in her and trusted her very much. Therefore, Miss Elaine learned that 'Lieutenant General Disease' There seems to be a direct relative of the saint level, but Lieutenant General Disease is not very willing to mention her."

Even saying such a thing, is it possible that the disease lieutenant general is already considering meeting his parents? Is this little girl, no, boy, really fascinated by Elaine? Traynor was stunned.

"...A saint from the Witch Sect? One of those 'saints' who are referred to by colors?"

Traynor became slightly interested and thought about it for himself: "It can't be 'black'. If the disease is the heir of 'black', then sequences 5 and 6 will not be enough."

"If Diana were still alive, I would consider telling Richard this information."

A witch saint is not easy to mess with. There is no need for me to cause trouble for myself...

Traynor yawned and waved his hand:

"Okay, I know about this. Just let her wait for the notification. I'm very busy now and have no time to care about her."

TBC

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You find this side mission uninteresting, but your boss doesn't.

The demon family went directly to the shore to clear their name as the zb family. We don’t kill, we eat gracefully. We provide jobs, we support industry and national GDP, and we occasionally liquidate competitors. We made a lot of money for the country and gave a lot of money to the church. When the judgment of death comes, we will go to hell, and you will be guarded by us in hell.

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