Chapter 395: Banquet and Prayer (6600 Supplement)

There is no Police Station on the Shengmagehao.

As captain, Wilson wields immense power, consolidating judicial, prosecutorial, and law enforcement authority into one.

Once he announced the resolution to the passengers, the matter quickly faded away.

Another week passed.

The banquet hall.

A long journey is always boring, so various balls, banquets, reading salons, and cigar tasting sessions became the few pleasures for the passengers.

Aaron sat behind a dining table, admiring the dance moves of the men and women on the dance floor.

But even knowing this, he kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to reveal a single piece of information, let alone seek verification through any means.

At the same time, his condition was becoming increasingly severe.

After unlocking the Fifth Primordial Substance and becoming a 'Perfecter', Aaron felt he could devour an 'Angel-level' Magical Item in one sitting without even blinking.

This handsome manservant was looking toward the dance floor, feeling somewhat dejected.

In the end, he had to exhaust his last chance and head to the Faust Grand Auction, wanting to spend his entire fortune to buy something useful.

Bruce stood up expressionlessly, using a broom to clean up the fluff that had fallen on the floor, his heart full of bitterness: "The situation... is getting worse."

"A very difficult choice, isn't it?"

This signified that the other party had fully recovered from the shooting and had returned to the social stage.

And without a doubt, as one of the kingdom's few high-society tycoons, the other party was like an Emperor here!

Aige also saw Aaron, but did not pay him any mind.

As Aaron thought this, he looked at Kent and the female bodyguard with the soul-capturing eyes beside the tycoon with a playful gaze.

"But I'm sorry... I don't really know how to dance."

Of course, this little bit was quite insufficient to fill his stomach.

"Miss Helen, you make me feel as if I have arrived at the flower garden of my hometown tonight."

"There's no other way."

This is a sign of losing control!

"Damn it, damn it..."

Suddenly, the ball seemed to have been pressed with a pause button; countless men and women in glamorous attire stopped and turned to welcome the entrance of the banquet hall.

This level of Secrecy knowledge, if leaked even a little, will get people killed!

It is very likely that one would be silenced by some deity or major power without even knowing why!

A wave of fresh perfume drifted in with the breeze; Helen, wearing a bright red dance dress, came to Aaron's side: "On such a beautiful night, are you prepared to spend it with food instead of dancing with a beautiful lady?"

Aaron finished the last piece of cake, held a glass of sweet wine, and walked over to Kent to say.

However, Aaron's purpose in attending the ball was not here.

Helen walked away huffily.

"And if the 'Law of Accident' is completed, and one forcibly demands the other party to 'repay'... I suppose it depends on the rank, right? Ordinary people are different from an Extraordinary, and an Extraordinary is completely different from a Hidden Existence!"

"Hmm... last time during our conversation, I deliberately changed the 100 Shillings in the Contract to 101 Shillings and 3 Shillings, yet I still received a return... Doesn't this mean that the conditions can be increased or decreased? By going with the flow, can one obtain more?"

He lowered his head and continued to deal with the roast grouse, lamb, and cheese toast on his plate...

The grouse was roasted to a golden hue with a reddish glow, the charred aroma mouth-watering; the lamb was prepared with spices like cumin so that there was not a hint of gaminess, and the cheese toast was just right.

There were also figs served with the meal that smelled fresh and fragrant, and the sweet wine was equally flavorful.

Alas, the 'Rationality Amulet' did appear, but it directly exceeded his budget, and in the end, he still came away empty-handed.

The key was that Helen initially seemed to want to use herself to provoke Kent, but as the interaction deepened, she seemed to be gradually and truly infatuated with him...

He checked the room's windows and curtains, locked the door, took out a small silver knife, and began to construct a wall of Spirituality.

By the time dessert arrived, all kinds of carrot cakes, Black Forest Cakes, and specialty cakes featuring orange slices and blueberries were refreshing.

Bruce let out a miserable cry and fell off the bed, clutching his head with both hands.

Aaron offered a subtle compliment and saw Kent, the manservant who never left Helen's side.

As a required subject for entering high society, their posture and movements were incomparably elegant, paired with gorgeous attire and melodious music... it was indeed a feast for the eyes.

Bruce sighed and made a decision: "If it happens again, I might just turn into a monster."

Furthermore, in the babbling, in addition to the chaotic madness and that honorific name, it unexpectedly contained some terrifying Mysterious knowledge!

Aaron refused directly.

After a dinner, Aaron felt that his gluttony had been thoroughly satisfied.

For example... the fall of the Creator, the Scarlet Sun, actually had a mastermind behind the scenes!

Moreover, that mastermind was very likely the 'Spirit of Falsehood'!

This made Bruce have to suspect that the 'Mother of Natural Sciences' was a witness to the Sun Fall; otherwise, she wouldn't be so clear about it!

"Ah!"

His eyeballs were bloodshot, and one of them had turned pitch black!

On his body, countless fine white tufts of hair were growing out!

"The test samples are too few, too few..."

After tossing and turning repeatedly for nearly two hours, his shirt was soaked through with sweat before he finally calmed down.

In this era, a high-society man who does not know how to dance simply does not exist.

He smiled secretly, feeling that this pair of master and servant was very interesting.

There, the steel tycoon Aige Feller, arm-in-arm with a beautiful lady and followed by a pair of children, walked gracefully into the venue.

"Good evening, Jack."

He thought of many methods, yet not a single one was effective.

The murmurs, however, grew increasingly severe; he would occasionally hear sounds he should not hear and see hallucinations he should not see.

Plymouth.

If it were not for testing the "Law of Accident," he would not even bother to acknowledge the other party.

"Is this Romeo and Juliet? No... the difference in family status is too vast; it is always a tragedy."

According to his estimation, consuming five or six, at most nine or ten, would bring him to the verge of opening the Sixth Primordial Substance.

Bruce growled lowly, attempting to restrain the abnormalities on his body through Meditation.

She felt the blunt rejection and casually accepted an invitation from a gentleman who had long coveted her, darting into the dance floor like a butterfly to dance gracefully.

Ever since that time he dreamed of the honorific names of the "Mother of Natural Sciences" and the "Spirit of Falsehood," he had been tormented by those murmurs.

After all, the "remuneration" had already been paid, and his impression of Aaron was not very good either, remaining at the level of the memory of him anxiously demanding a debt right after a friend had died...

Aaron, of course, cared even less about him.

The manservant was an Extraordinary, and he was quite enamored with the young lady, while the young lady was not entirely unaware of this...

Immediately, Bruce lit a Candle and sprinkled incense into the flame, causing a hazy atmosphere to linger all around.

His Spirituality became active, and he chanted in the low-pitched Spirit World Language: "Wandering Spirit of Falsehood in the unknown..."

(End of this chapter)