Chapter 290 Mr. A: I’m really not a traitor!

Chapter 290 Mr. A: I’m really not a traitor!

She is not wearing revealing clothes at all, but rather a set of elegant and refined clothes. Bad review.

Her temperament is neither charming nor seductive, but full of maturity and elegance, and she looks like a noble lady. Bad review.

She personally went into battle, and her appearance is very similar to Bernadette, which deserves a good review.

Overall, Hastur still gave this witch card a good review. After all, Roselle personally went into battle in women's clothing, so it's not too much to ask for a good review, right?

Hastur played with this hard-won witch card, "Tsk, I was always full of imagination before I saw it, but after I really saw it, it gave people the same feeling, boring, Roselle, you really let me down."

Appreciating Roselle's witch image, Hastur began to memorize the various sequences of the witch path.

This time, he wanted Azshara to go out and exercise well, and strive to become an assassin as soon as possible.

There is no assassin who stays at home. Azshara likes to stay at home more and more.

...

March 1st.

Time always passes quickly. The winter chill has been eliminated in South Wilshire in March. The spring breeze brings coolness and moisture, promoting the growth of all things.

On the first day of this month, Hastur sent Caius as the steward of Earl Campbell's family to personally visit three mayors of nearby urban areas to ask them to take back the autonomy of the territory.

First, take back the autonomy of the territory, and then find a way to infiltrate their influence into various ports on the coast.

The smoke of gunpowder on the South Continent has not yet drifted across the ocean to South Wilshire, and many people still maintain the mentality of watching the show across the sea.

Even Backlund, who claims to gather the most intelligent people in Loen, has a polarized trend on whether the South Continent will extend the war to the Loen Kingdom.

After all, no matter when, there will always be two different voices in a kingdom.

The ship that Sharon was waiting for was still drifting on the sea. She received the latest news that it would take at least a week for the ship carrying the mummy to arrive at Punin Port.

Hastur also gave the task of teaching Azshara to Sharon, who did not need to deal with things for the time being. Her ability of resentful spirits was very suitable for tracking and spying.

This was very helpful for supervising Azshara's night activities.

At night.

Sharon took Azshara out to try to digest its assassin potion as soon as possible, because the extraordinary materials of the witch path sequence 8 instigator had been collected, which was the credit of the yellow monks.

Their luck values ​​were generally very high, and they often got twice the result with half the effort, and it was easy to collect what Hastur wanted.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur scanned the stars as usual. There was no abnormality, and his eyes fell on the light point of the star container.

During this period, Mr. A had been praying for the arrival of God. He seemed to have encountered some major events.

Hastur now had a good impression of Mr. A and did not mind fulfilling his little wish.

In Tamu Town, at the end of a small road in the southwest, there was a house quietly bathed in the light of the stars in the shade of the jungle.

In the prayer room on the second floor, Mr. A's handsome brows were furrowed, almost wrinkled into a "川" shape, and his demeanor was not as calm as before. He looked impatient and uneasy.

He walked around the room with uneasy steps for a few circles. When he looked up and saw the statue of the Lord, his mood became even more complicated.

He always thought that he was the most loyal believer to the Lord, but he never expected that one day he would be called a traitor of the Aurora Society and betray the Lord's faith!

The faith in the Lord was far more important than his life. He would never betray it, but would always follow it.

But recently, when he was secretly contacting other members of the Aurora Society, he was suddenly told that he had been expelled from the Aurora Society and was no longer the Mr. A who was responsible for managing Backlund's affairs. Some fanatical Aurora Society believers actually attacked him directly!

He had no choice but to kill these insane members to prevent them from affecting the Lord's purity.

But they cursed him viciously before they died, and even said that a saint would come to personally deal with him, the traitor.

There are only five saints in the Aurora Society, and their status is higher than their twenty-two divine messengers. Each saint is at least a Sequence 4 demigod.

That is the dividing line between humans and gods, and a symbol of power.

Mr. A was deeply terrified. He almost began to doubt whether he had really betrayed the Aurora Society.

No, there must be some misunderstanding.

Mr. A corrected his thoughts in time and always believed so firmly until he learned from a member of the Aurora Society why he was regarded as a traitor. He could no longer remain calm.

The reason given by the Aurora Society for defection was: "Mr. A coveted the Lord's divine power and wanted to be promoted further, so he fled Backlund with the Lord's divinity. His whereabouts are currently a mystery."

He clearly left Backlund according to the Lord's oracle, but why did it become the reason for his defection from the Aurora Society?

Did the Lord deliberately arrange this?

But is there any deep meaning in doing this?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt blasphemous. Every day he could only pray to the Lord's statue, praying that the Lord could answer his doubts.

Finally, his piety moved the Lord, and the Lord's incarnation descended again tonight.

Plop.

Mr. A knelt down in front of the Star Container, raised his head slightly, clenched his hands, and his nails dug into the flesh of his palms. He said in great pain: "Lord, I have always believed in you devoutly and have always been guided by your figure. You are the only light in my pale life. I really have not betrayed your faith. If I really have an impious mind, even if it only flashes through my mind once, I am willing to go to the gallows and endure all the miserable torture."

The painful and aggrieved words made Mr. A's originally handsome face slightly deformed.

Hasta did not speak, he was also in a complicated mood.

From his point of view, Mr. A's behavior is not only a betrayal of the faith of the real creator, but also a naked blasphemy.

He has made the greatest effort in the birth of the Star Container.

But from Mr. A's point of view, he has never betrayed the Aurora Society, let alone the faith of the real creator. On the contrary, he is still the most trusted and relied believer of the Lord.

And from the perspective of the Aurora Society, Mr. A's behavior is a real traitor!

"Merciful Lord, is this a test you left for me on purpose?"

Mr. A quickly found a suitable reason for himself.

Hasta still just looked at him, and then in his extremely expectant eyes, he calmly said: "When you can bear all the infamy and sacrifice, you are the most qualified believer."

He knew that all this was the result of the Lord treating him differently!

The Lord, the only Lord he believed in, always loved His devout believers so much!

See, I am not a traitor, all this is the Lord's love!

Mr. A shouted wildly in his heart, rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, resisted the urge to cry, and said with difficulty: "Thank you Lord for everything, your expectations are my greatest motivation to move forward. As the most devout believer of the Lord, even at the cost of my life, I will bear all the infamy and sacrifice as the Lord expects."

After comforting the emotional Mr. A, Hasta opened the door to the spiritual world and left.

"Lord, your love always comes so surprisingly."

Mr. A murmured, and his face swept away the previous frustration and uneasiness.

Now, even if Lord Ouroboros came in person, he would not utter a word about this matter.

Carrying all the infamy and sacrifice, just like the path of the Lord.

…

March 6th, this is a day worth remembering for Azshara. This is the day when she successfully digested the assassin's potion under Sharon's watch and care.

According to Sharon, during this period, she threw Azshara alone into the deep and uninhabited jungle, letting her follow the hunters in the jungle who were waiting for opportunities to learn how to kill prey by surprise.

Assassins have never been the role of facing the enemy head-on. Learning to be calm and patient, looking for or creating assassination opportunities, this is the real assassin.

Cold-blooded and ruthless, just closer to the understanding of human race, in the eyes of a cat assassin, there is only the difference between predators and prey.

After returning from school, Azshara was serious and had a tight face. She liked to stay in the shadows and looked at everything with a pair of deep eyes, as if she was looking for the next suitable prey.

This state lasted only two days.

When Hastur took out the dried fish, Azshara was so happy that she held the dried fish and smiled foolishly.

Azshara had already learned to speak, but she seemed to be very averse to speaking. She basically expressed her emotions with various meows of varying severity.

"Instigator, this is the name of your next sequence. First of all, you need to understand the meaning of the word "instigation."

"Meow."

"Instigation refers to the act of instilling one's intention into a person who does not have this intention by persuasion, inducement, instruction, instigation, bribery, etc., so that he acts according to the intention of the instigator."

"Meow?"

"..."

Originally, Hastur hoped that Sharon would take over the preaching work, but Sharon saw through his intention to be lazy and found an excuse to refuse first.

Helplessly, Hastur could only hold Azshara and start preaching.