Chapter 109: A Request (700 Subscriptions Bonus Chapter)

Aaron looked at Nicholas Inamu, yet in his memory surfaced that mysterious person from the secret gathering who was of medium build, had a gentle and mellow voice, and brought out a fake Aaron technology manuscript, wanting to purchase the Secret Mystery of 'Yao'!

Thinking of this, he scrutinized him unobtrusively.

'The build is slightly different, and the voice is even more so. Although one is gentle and mellow and the other is rich and magnetic, as the manager of a choir, it is perfectly normal to have voice-changing techniques. I still trust my spiritual intuition!'

'Locked onto you, Mr. "Cleric"!'

A smile appeared on Aaron's face.

'I just don't know if this Cleric Inamu could be the mastermind behind the Jack incident...'

"Why me?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Yes, congratulations on gaining an excellent Apprentice."

Snap!

The coin was stood upright on the tabletop by an invisible force, representing a failed divination.

The other party had gentle eyes, a refined temperament, was draped in an Archbishop's black robe, and was followed by two Clerics.

Just at this moment, a knock on the door came.

He was about to chat a few more words with the other party when an old man with slightly graying hair suddenly walked toward him.

"At most, obtain some vague results."

'This is that Archbishop rumored in the newspapers to have embezzled funds, leading to the Saint Avalon Cathedral construction scandal... I have to say, he looks good; he doesn't look like a bad person at all.'

Late at night, back home, Aaron pondered and tossed a coin.

Aaron nodded: "Please allow me to go back and consider it; I will give you an answer tomorrow."

Aaron nodded; he suddenly understood why Clark Das had been so thirsty for artifacts rich in historical atmosphere before.

I have to say, the church wealth Chris introduced today really made Aaron somewhat tempted.

Chris and Nicholas hurriedly cleared the way and bowed in salute.

Clark was also a very cautious person: "Actually, there shouldn't be any danger along this journey; hiring you is just in case. As for the specific information, for the sake of secrecy, I can only tell you after you agree."

Watching the other party's back, Aaron felt moved in his heart.

"Fine, this is your freedom."

"So that's how it is."

Aaron sat at the desk by the window, holding a golden fountain pen in his hand.

33 Golden Rose Street.

Knock knock!

"Clark doesn't know what he's looking for me for either; he is a history professor, and he actually has a lot of things to do..."

Aaron looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Didn't your teacher not tell you either? By the way, congratulations on truly becoming his Apprentice."

Bruce's expression immediately straightened, becoming serious: "Thank you, I will work hard."

"Excellent? He is still far from it." Clark Das shook his head: "However, I do have something to ask of you... The initiation into the path of 'Mystery' requires awakening and accumulating the Spirituality of 'Mystery'. My school uses methods like Archaeology to obtain it from historical ruins and artifacts..."

If there were enough Pounds, low-level Occultism materials would be no issue at all.

Aaron returned the smile.

Clark Das took down his pipe, and a smile appeared on his face.

"So the initiation of an Apprentice of Mystery requires a Ritual in a place rich in historical heritage?"

Night.

However, he also knew this was normal; after all, no bad person would specifically carve the word 'bad' on their face.

'This is not a question of working hard or not; in the occult world, the more you know, the more dangerous it is...'

"The items in my hand are almost exhausted, and I didn't gain anything at the last gathering, but it just so happens... I was investigating history recently and obtained the address of an abandoned ruin from it. I want to hire you to protect me and my student as we go there together to hold a Ritual for him in the ruins, and at the same time, I have other things to do."

He glanced at his Apprentice again, and a look of helplessness could not help but appear on his face.

His face had an excited flush. Seeing the servant go down, he immediately stepped forward and punched Aaron, lowering his voice: "Aaron... why didn't you tell me before that you were a member of that world?"

Clark Das was very calm, even somewhat appreciative.

He took it casually, opened it, and discovered it was an invitation from Clark Das, asking him to go to the Das residence in the evening to discuss important matters.

"I need to know the detailed situation of that ruin to estimate the degree of danger." Aaron did not agree immediately.

"Go back and have the coachman tell Mr. Das that I will be there."

"Your Excellency Archbishop!"

Aaron was wearing a white shirt, a black vest over it, and holding a slender, pitch-black cane in his hand as he boarded a carriage.

"Enter!"

"Exploring ruins?"

"Wanting to divine the results in detail is indeed very difficult."

Clark Das said calmly.

Aaron put down the letter, let Sylvia go out, and suddenly sighed: "I can't collect religious taxes tonight..."

Aaron spoke, seeing Sylvia enter and respectfully place a letter on the tabletop: "Young Master... this is a letter just sent by Mr. Clark Das's coachman."

"Oh, I see."

When he arrived at Wutong Street and entered the gate of the Das residence, someone came to greet him first; it was Bruce Field, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Aaron complained inwardly, entered the study with Bruce, and saw Clark Das biting on a meerschaum pipe.

He prepared to go back and perform a divination before giving an answer.

"It is very difficult for those of the Mysterious to trust each other, but I still trust you relatively more. In the last incident, you also proved your strength... and, in the end, there was Bruce's strong recommendation!"

"No, that's not called pulling a job... A lord collecting religious taxes is reasonable, rational, and legal! They owe me a thousand years of taxes!"

After a while, the invisible force dissipated, and it tumbled down, but the result at this moment no longer held the slightest significance.

"Of course... Its location is not far, right in the Tangjila Mountains, a three-hour train ride from here... As for the danger level? Although it belongs to a certain Secret Teachings cult, it has long been abandoned... It has no value, except for its attraction to us Mystery Practitioners..."

"The scouting has already been done; next is to divine the danger level, and then go pull a job..."

Clark Das laughed and said: "If you are willing, I can pay 200 pounds for this!"

Archbishop Roberts John Schaller responded gently and even smiled at Aaron.

"Although I still have a few backups, the one I trust the most happens to be busy recently, and the others are not as trustworthy... By comparison, I would rather hire you."

"You've arrived, Aaron."

Aaron thought for a moment, redesigned the divination statement, and tossed the coin.

"May the Holy Spirit bless you all!"

"The danger this time is not great!"

Clack!

The coin landed heads up, indicating affirmation.

(End of this chapter)