Chapter 275: Exhibits (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"So... Kobo Phil will definitely go to this exhibition and try to steal that 'Ocean Heart' necklace?"

Aaron connected the clues and silently mourned for Mr. Magician.

"Yes, I think it's very likely. This involves some knowledge of Non-human advancement, which I discussed with the professor." Halsey laughed: "According to our consensus, the behavior of that Mr. Magician has likely been to create influence to satisfy a certain Ritual. This might be the key to him unlocking the Fourth Primordial Substance! The final Ritual Element might lie in a grand performance, and it must be announced to the opponent in advance!"

"An extreme challenge announced to the opponent in advance..." Aaron thought for a moment, feeling that although this requirement was a bit of a pitfall, it was still much simpler than his own Furnace Ritual.

"The target chosen by the opponent this time is also very particular. Because it is a top-tier exhibition, it is usually attended by big shots from high society. Once an influence is created there, the scope will expand rapidly, which is more than enough to satisfy the needs of the Fourth Primordial Substance."

"Boss, I'm sorry!"

"That goes without saying. Did you think you could rely on them to catch Kobo Phil?"

Actually, it didn't matter if it wasn't done well, Aaron added in his heart, waving his hand indifferently as he led William out of the bar and into the darkness.

"So this is Mr. Bote's home..." William looked at the exquisite carpet and furniture, feeling very envious.

Aaron didn't care about this; it was just a temporary identity anyway, so he wouldn't feel bad about giving it up.

At the same time, there was gossip that 'Magician' Kobo Phil, who once ran rampant in Plymouth, had already sent a postcard in advance, announcing that he would steal the precious artwork 'Ocean Heart' today.

When he walked under the streetlamp, he saw that Mr. Bote, who had emerged from the darkness, had the face of a middle-aged man, and he was immediately startled.

This royal exhibition was a public-friendly event hosted by the Sodom Royal Family, opening some of the Royal Family's treasured artworks and precious jewelry to citizens for free viewing.

Baerjin froze, then bowed and said: "Boss, I will do it well."

He came to the bar counter, found Baerjin who was wiping a glass, and said: "Baerjin, you have done well recently. I will give you full management rights to the bar and 10% of the shares. From now on, the bar is all yours."

"From now on, you are to address me as 'Mr. Monite', and you are my Personal Manservant—Hualsen!"

'Is this a setup? This must be a setup, right?'

After tossing a coin to confirm safety, Aaron led William into the main entrance and then set up an Anti-Divination measure for William.

Such an act was undoubtedly equivalent to a slap in the face of 'Momora Field', which would inevitably draw a fierce reaction and leave many high-society figures waiting to watch the show.

Aaron arrived at Exhibition Hall No. 1 and immediately saw a shimmering cloak behind the glass, glowing brilliantly under the lights.

Furthermore, there were many young people in high society who rejected authority, advocated for individuality and eccentricity, and worshipped the recently famous Kobo Phil as an idol.

The two walked toward the glass display counters while conversing.

Aaron scolded him, and long-standing habit made William obediently comply, transforming into a Half-breed with South Innis ancestry.

Because of him, Aaron would lose his bar, along with a Moving Castle passage that brought in money every day.

New Calendar, February 11, 1027, Thursday.

Outside the exhibition hall, the flow of people was like weaving, and the carriages were like dragons.

Aaron whispered in reply: "They are clearly just for show; the truly formidable defenses are likely still inside this exhibition hall."

At this time, in the heavily guarded exhibition hall, not to mention the Third Primordial Substance, even a Non-human Existence of the Fourth Primordial Substance would likely have only one path: being arrested.

William subconsciously went to pick up a broom, looked at the many rooms and corridors, and suddenly felt like crying: "Even after changing jobs, I am still a corporate slave..."

"Sotos cloak... It is said to originate from the last Emperor of the Fabri Dynasty."

Once upon a time, this was the dream of every working person.

"It's really lively... Fortunately, I bought tickets in advance."

Kingdom Art Exhibition, near the main gate.

An ordinary carriage stopped by the roadside, the door opened, and a properly dressed middle-aged man stepped out, followed by a Half-breed Personal Manservant.

"Yes!"

It was embroidered with gold trim, dyed in the purple that represented nobility in ancient times, and inlaid with countless sapphires, emeralds, rubies, pearls...

More big shots knew the foundation of Invis and the strength of the Investigation Bureau, and were prepared to watch the good show of the Magician being caught.

The two, looking like master and servant, arrived at Fenghuang jie 27 hao.

A female docent with a sweet voice introduced it to the visitors: "The pattern on it represents royal power and rule... um, the key is that this cloak comes from the Queen of the Sun King, and it is an heirloom of her family. According to historians, that Queen had one-eighth Sotos bloodline..."

"It doesn't matter."

In the past, they hadn't caught the opponent only because the opponent was too cunning and had Anti-Divination measures on them. But now that everything was clear, if the 'Magician' dared to come for a head-on confrontation, with strength that had not yet reached the Non-human level, they would definitely not be able to escape.

After walking out of the Moving Castle, William followed behind Aaron, apologizing with a face full of shame.

This made William feel that he had committed a grave mistake that was simply irreparable.

Seeing no police officers around, William couldn't help but complain: "Is this place really heavily guarded? Why do I feel like the security and patrolmen at the door are just a joke?"

"Put it on quickly."

Aaron held his Staff Sword and arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

"Now, put this on!"

Aaron said: "Now, clean all the rooms."

Because of the upcoming royal treasure exhibition, it had attracted many gentlemen and ladies from high society.

Aaron was speechless at this behavior of seeking out ancestors for oneself, but he also knew that in current society, both the upper and lower classes still valued bloodlines very much.

After a relatively rigorous inspection, he successfully entered the exhibition hall with William.

Queen's District, King's Road 16, Art Exhibition Hall.

The weather was fine and the warm sun shone on the streets. Men and women from high society, dressed in fine clothes, greeted each other respectfully and politely. Their expressions were leisurely and lazy, graceful and generous, forming a sharp contrast with the lives of the poor in the Lower City District, making one think they were completely two different worlds.

William was walking nervously when Aaron's voice suddenly came to his ears, and a strange mask appeared in his hand.

After all, this was an era where the business of visiting execution platforms, mental hospitals, and operating rooms was better than that of theaters!

For example, in the military, although it seemed that the path to joining the army was open to civilians, and one could even become an officer after being recommended to study at an officer's school, in reality, if one wanted to reach a certain leadership position or even become a general, one must have at least one-eighth noble bloodline.

This rigid rule had blocked the paths of countless military talents among the commoners.

(End of chapter)