Chapter 172: A Visit (3400+ words)

"The gunshot wound has been treated well; as long as the dressing is changed on time to prevent infection, there shouldn't be any problems... but psychiatric treatment has always been a difficult issue for the medical field to solve."

The doctor belonging to the Church made a helpless expression, and at the end, he suddenly mentioned: "I once read a paper from the Plymouth Royal Medical College. That Professor Mozli proposed a potentially useful therapy called—Ice Pick Therapy. It is said to be effective in treating various mental illnesses, headaches, insomnia, and mania. Perhaps it's worth a try?"

"That sounds decent. How exactly is it done?" Nicholas did not understand this aspect of things and asked humbly.

"Specifically, it involves using an ice pick or iron awl to pierce the brain area through the eye socket and stir up a portion... roughly the frontal lobe area."

The doctor had only just finished half his sentence when he was rudely interrupted by Nicholas: "No, I intend to treat him, not murder him!"

He thought for a moment and said: "You just need to stabilize his condition for the time being. I will write a letter to the Plymouth Sanctuary."

Because Nicholas had not plotted against Leisinuo, he had a clear conscience regarding this matter and was prepared to follow standard procedures.

'It's clear that William doesn't want to sell his shares, but he does indeed have a large need for cash recently... and this collateral is probably not worth 1,500 pounds in the eyes of the bank.'

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Sylvia went to open the door and saw William Mark in casual attire, holding a large black dog on a leash.

However, Aaron would not be so foolish. Top-tier Spirit Material is often priceless and unavailable in the Mysterious world; it is easy to sell for money, but very difficult to buy back.

And for a maid, this seemed especially difficult.

In the current era, women are certainly at a disadvantage in this regard.

If some Ice Pick Therapy were to make Leisinuo even crazier or kill him outright, that would be truly ridiculous.

When Sylvia changed to a second cup of hot cocoa, William Mark finally spoke: "My friend... are you interested in investing?"

At this time, William Mark leaned in a little closer and whispered: "Aaron... have you heard of the Mysterious world?"

"William... welcome!"

He took a sip of hot cocoa, looked at Sylvia who was busy bustling about, and suddenly said: "Sylvia!"

After finishing breakfast, Aaron looked at the day's newspaper while calculating where to go sightseeing today.

Sylvia was almost moved to tears, and even the maid beside her stared at this former head maid with envious eyes.

But Aaron's network of relationships was simple, so he did not need someone overly sociable. After observing her for this period of time, Sylvia was already competent enough.

'I really shouldn't have held any expectations for secular doctors. Perhaps I should explore the Mysterious world a bit?'

After all, even for some manservants, the highest position they pursue in their lifetime is merely becoming a butler.

William Mark was instantly a little moved, but after looking around, he remained silent.

Aaron nodded and glanced at William Mark. Although the other party was disguised well, he could feel that the other party had something to discuss with him.

Although it was somewhat impolite in high society not to let a butler make an appointment first, close friends could ignore these rules.

William Mark raised the rope in his hand and said quite leisurely: "I happened to be in your area today, so I came for a visit."

"I am willing... Young Master!"

Aaron thought for a moment and said: "Let's set the weekly wage at 2 pounds for now, and we can add more later."

Aaron replied with a smile; after all, the identity he was playing was that of a traveler.

Not to mention, there was a significant increase in salary, and even if one continued to look for work in the future, the resume would look very respectable.

'Come to think of it, our "Invisible Cult" seems quite adept at treating similar problems. I wonder if the God's Messenger and "Sting Sword" would be willing to intervene...'

Of course, if he were willing to sell the Spirit Material he had accumulated, he could become wealthy instantly.

Aaron tried his best to appear sincere.

Aaron muttered silently in his heart; a manor requires at least tens of thousands of pounds, and even if he had collected a "mining tax" and "public security tax" from the Bone Worship Society, it was far from enough.

"Young Master, I am here!"

However, he did not speak first, but instead let the servant take care of the large dog, invited William Mark to sit, and then the two chatted about the recent weather and popular topics like the waterworks explosion.

'Unfortunately, he found the wrong person. I am actually even poorer than him... the last time I said I wanted to buy a manor and raise horses, it was all a lie...'

"If I go to a mental hospital, others will think I am abusing him."

"I have an absolutely high-quality asset here!" William Mark's eyes lit up: "In fact... it is the shares of the textile factory I control. I have encountered some things recently and need to raise a large amount of cash. 5% of the shares only cost 1,500 pounds. Of course... if you are willing to lend me money, I can also use it as collateral. The interest will be no higher than the bank's..."

Aaron stood up from the armchair and smiled to welcome his friend: "Seeing you like that last time really worried me."

Thoughts emerged one by one in Nicholas's mind, while the doctor's reply sounded in his ears:

"Understood, I will take good care of this patient. Does he need to be transferred to the Church Hospital or a mental hospital?"

"Are you... willing to be my housekeeper?"

Nicholas waved his hand: "Just send him to the Church Hospital."

'Heard of it, I've even heard of Amway...'

Although a qualified housekeeper not only needs to possess certain professional knowledge but also needs various connections and resources, and even to act on behalf of the master to conduct various visits.

"William, you can tell me what happened to you recently. We are friends..."

Sylvia stood before Aaron: "Are there any other instructions?"

"I wonder what industry it is in? You know, although I intend to stay here for a short time, it shouldn't exceed a year."

"My health has recovered. Hannibal suggested I exercise more. Look... I take it for a walk every day now."

Furthermore, the other party also had "taking a walk" as an excuse.

Glancing at the changing expressions of William and Sylvia, he continued: "Of course... I don't mind leaving a high-quality asset here, as long as I send someone to check the accounts regularly."

Seeing this, Aaron waved his hand and let Sylvia lead the maids away.

At the same time, Aaron was also enjoying a beautiful morning and breakfast.

Aaron muttered in his heart, a look of confusion appearing on his face: "No... aren't things like Magic and Witchcraft just legendary stories?"

"No! They are real, and... they are monopolized by the true upper class!" William Mark said seriously: "As ordinary people, no matter how much wealth or how high a reputation we have... we will eventually be despised and excluded by high society... but entering that circle through the Mysterious is different. This is a shortcut! Only families with Mysterious heritage are true nobles!"

(End of chapter)