Chapter 267: Transaction (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Time slowly entered February.

Hunter Bar.

Aaron was in a good mood; good news had come from Halsey, who had found a trader interested in a deal.

Of course, more detailed information would still require a thorough discussion tonight in the Black Queen District.

For high-level trades like this, even with a reliable middleman, it was standard to go back and forth a few times.

The morning sunlight spilled in from outside the window, and there were no customers in the bar.

Night.

Aaron glanced at William with a mocking smile: "Don't you always view divination as a grueling chore? So proactive today, who are you trying to divine? Isabet? By the way, she didn't come last night; should I fire her?"

"Religious site?!" William repeated this phrase, the expression in his eyes gradually becoming firm.

"I am very satisfied with your progress in being able to interpret to this level... but sorry, this is the meaning of the first layer. I used Isabet as the subject for the divination and reached the conclusion that she is already dead!"

"Boss, what exactly is going on?" William's eyes instantly became bloodshot and moist.

For him, Isabet had been a living colleague and a romantic interest just a few days ago; he truly could not accept the fact of her sudden death!

"Another large shop has been ransacked... In response to the recent chaotic situation in Plymouth, 'Momora Field' has decided to increase patrol forces... The 'Magician' is having a lot of fun."

Aaron had no interest in these romantic affairs, but he was indeed somewhat concerned about Isabet's sudden absence.

He wore a dark green robe and a heavy bronze mask, revealing only a pair of brown eyes.

'But, I clearly felt she had a favorable impression of me; could it have been an illusion?'

Not long after, he brought over a tray filled with snacks and fruit and came to Aaron's side: "Boss... would you like another cup of coffee?"

In his anxiety, William began to try to lie, but seeing Aaron's playful gaze, his voice grew lower and lower.

Upon seeing him, Aaron frowned, feeling as if he had met 'Insect Nest' Roberts, yet it was somewhat off.

"Heh..."

Clearly, Aaron's plan to renovate the bar during the day to turn a profit as a coffee shop had shamefully failed...

Aaron deliberately drank very slowly, making the time feel particularly long for William beside him.

"Okay."

Aaron was somewhat surprised and could only lament: "The world is unpredictable..."

Halsey looked at Aaron in surprise, not expecting this Craftsman to be truly willing to bleed heavily.

With a 'clink', the coin was tossed into mid-air, ultimately landing face-up, representing a negative!

William immediately retreated and brewed a cup of 'cappuccino' as taught by Aaron; the latte art on top was perfect, showing that his skills had been honed.

Seeing this, Aaron could only sigh silently.

William looked at Aaron, his eyes full of anticipation and longing.

William's expression changed instantly, and he stepped forward with a slightly unsteady gait, staring at the pattern in the coffee tray—it was a crooked line, twisted like a snake!

William reached out and covered his mouth: "Isabet... did your divination go wrong?"

After he had toyed with William enough, he finally spoke.

On the arm of the 'Cocoon Person', a black insect slowly crawled out from under the robe and opened the box with its antennae.

The Wild Wood Wither Cult was not simple; he had heard this name in the Spirit World a thousand years ago.

A moment later, his expression became slightly grave: "Isabet's death... is related to a religious site!"

Finally, William heard Aaron's voice: "You may interpret it, but you had best be mentally prepared..."

Aaron's expression became a bit more serious, and he took out a Pound coin.

Halsey's Moving Castle.

"No!"

William was very worried; this was not the style of the Lower City District residents.

Third Layer reception room.

"Very good."

Aaron raised a hand in greeting, though his heart was even more vigilant.

"Hehe..."

"I do need to divine again... This might be the same force that persecuted you last time, returning to carry out revenge."

This was simply an incredible thing.

William glanced at Aaron, who was leisurely reading a newspaper, and went behind the bar.

Aaron wore a silver-white mask and walked into the room together with Halsey.

'This cult used to worship the deity 【Cocoon】, now they might believe in the deity 'Remnant Cocoon' or the 'Lady of the Forest'...'

'But surely one wouldn't give up this job just for that?'

After all, this might represent the investigation and approaching danger following the Baron's arson case last time!

"Aren't you going to brew coffee yet?"

The 'Cocoon Person's' brown eyes swept over Aaron, and he sat back on the sofa, extending a withered palm from under his black robe to push out a box, asking in a hoarse voice: "The things you want are here; what reward can you provide?"

'Isabet's state has been very wrong lately... often mentally absent; is it because of me?'

Aaron's expression became somewhat strange: "Then it was targeted at Isabet herself! In Plymouth... it is far too common for someone to go missing in the Lower City District; even if a report is filed, Momora Field might not necessarily put much effort into searching."

"I want to see the materials first..."

"Oh?"

"Good evening, Mr. 'Cocoon Person'. I am Gelin, a 'Craftsman'..."

Aaron slowly sipped his coffee while flipping through the newspaper.

Last night... Isabet was absent.

"Snake-shaped... in the symbolism of Coffee Divination, it represents death... however, it also carries the meaning of healing, right, Boss?"

Inside the room, a Mysterious person was already waiting.

"Perhaps... Isabet was suddenly injured or fell seriously ill, I must go check on her... Huh? Isabet hasn't told me which number on Mary Street she lives at..."

"Boss... Isabet told me she was sick and wanted to ask for leave; I forgot to tell you last night."

Occasionally, a faint sound like insects crawling came from beneath his robe.

William, who had been wiping the table the whole time, looked up somewhat absent-mindedly.

Aaron sneered, ignoring William's various breakdowns, and continued the divination.

Aaron replied calmly: "If it satisfies me, Pounds, Non-human Level Magical Items, or Ancient knowledge will all do..."

"According to Lanli Tanisi, Kobo Phil's bounty has risen again, and he also brought good news: 'The Professor' is about to finish recuperating and return to Plymouth..."

Halsey smiled and said: "He brought a remnant of a 'Pupa'."

"Let me introduce... this is Mr. 'Cocoon Person' from the 'Wild Wood Wither' Cult!"

"It doesn't seem to be aimed at us..."

Inside the box was a white, silkworm-cocoon-shaped object, and upon the smooth silk, threads of Light seemed to flow.

The 'Cocoon Person' introduced: "It comes from one of our Cult's Transmutation High Priests; it is his remnant..."

(End of chapter)