Chapter 407: The Attack (7800-word supplement)

Night falls.

Mrs. Adai Le of the Moonlight Inn is clearly meticulously dressed.

She is only in her twenties; her husband passed away from illness several years ago, leaving her only this inn.

In fact, this lady is quite beautiful and has no shortage of suitors locally, one of whom is even a military officer at the Governor's Mansion.

But for some reason, she simply gives them the cold shoulder.

The moonlight is deep.

Mrs. Adai Le glances at the wall clock again, then subtly steals a look at the entrance of the lobby.

"Using the wall of the Governor's Mansion as a message board—creative, I like it."

Aaron walks out of the inn, stretches comfortably toward the sun, and says, "Time to get moving..."

The upper-class circle in Glastonbury is actually quite small; there is an old man he gets along with who revealed that the Governor's Mansion is currently looking to hire temporary employees, and if one is an ordinary, ambitious young person, the chances of a successful application are high.

Although they are only temporary employees, it is possible to become permanent if one performs well.

He is about twenty years old, with brownish skin, narrow eyes, and a fierce expression; he says in Voodoo Language, "Are you also a Wizard?"

Amidst a deafening roar, countless bricks and rubble fly, and one giant stone lands exactly where Aaron was standing just a moment before.

In terms of absurdity, it could only be compared to that period in Plymouth when he was a tutor by day and a cult leader by night.

Aaron hails a carriage: "Go near the Municipal Square!"

"Is the Governor too incompetent, or is the Resistance Army too strong? Or... is this a trap?"

Then, he turns and leaves without lingering.

Amidst seemingly unintentional small talk and strolling, Aaron arrives at a corner of the square and sees a pattern resembling a child's graffiti on the corner of the Governor's Mansion wall.

"The Governor's Mansion has been attacked!"

Early morning.

Half a month passes in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the intuition that Aaron is dangerous, perhaps he would have pounced already.

The carriage stops, and Aaron strolls into the inn lobby, arm-in-arm with two sisters full of exotic charm, their waists as supple as snakes.

The transparent color gradually fades, revealing a chameleon-like native young man.

"Time to go to work, landlady."

A smile curls at the corner of Aaron's mouth; he decodes the secret signal on the wall using a codebook, obtaining a time and address.

In contrast, those 'Half-breeds' might have to work hard for ten or twenty years just to have such an opportunity.

The next moment, a terrifying explosion occurs at the Governor's Mansion!

And in this chaotic situation, several figures rush out from the hole blasted in the wall at lightning speed, scattering in different directions without the slightest hesitation!

"White-skinned Demon, I won't tell you a single word of information." The native youth is like a dangerous wild beast.

"No matter how you look at it, as a key port connecting to the Old Continent, the Governor's Mansion in Glaston should at least have an 'Extraordinary' sitting in charge, and perhaps even be equipped with an 'Angel-level' item to be up to standard!"

At noon, he dines at a nearby well-known high-end restaurant, enjoys a performance by musicians on the restaurant stage... and after the performance ends, he happens to enjoy afternoon tea as well.

Of course, Aaron hasn't been doing nothing during these days.

In this foreign land, only the same skin color can make them feel at ease.

"Motula's 'Studies of History Society' also has influence in the New Continent; I have already given the signal at the specific location in their way... the contact person should have arrived?"

Walking out of the restaurant, strolling around aimlessly, time reaches evening.

She looks out the window with a hint of surprise.

At the very least, he has become familiar with the streets of Greenston and has learned of several locations for Secret gatherings.

Guards often patrol here, but they do not drive Aaron away when they see him.

Aaron rests his left leg leisurely over his right: "Why did you attack the Governor's Mansion?"

Aaron thinks indifferently, walks out of the street, and hails a carriage by the roadside: "Go to the Moonlight Inn!"

Aaron sits on a bench at the edge of the square and even gets some breadcrumbs to feed the Animals, though it is a pity there are very few pigeons here, not as many as in Plymouth.

Boom!

Everyone in the entire square goes silent, then immediately falls into a terrifying panic.

The carriage slowly moves off, and one can still hear the clamor and exclamations in the surroundings.

Although the Mysterious is semi-public in Greenston, gatherings of true Extraordinarys always have some 'Contraband' appear, so one still has to be wary of the authorities.

Most of those who have such leisure are gentlemen or ladies of high society; when they see Aaron, they all show a kind smile.

As soon as the words fall, the entire carriage becomes silent, as if it were a sealed room.

Some soldiers patrolling near the Governor's Mansion are blown to death on the spot, some are stunned and buried under piles of bricks and rubble, and others are missing limbs, lying on the ground wailing.

The smile on Mrs. Adai Le's face gradually stiffens...

Aaron looks at the carriage and suddenly speaks: "The carriage is a sealed environment, a sealed environment does not transmit sound, therefore the carriage does not transmit sound!"

In almost the blink of an eye, Aaron's inspiration traces back a memory—the yellowish pupils of an intelligence merchant and the information the other party revealed: the Resistance Army is infiltrating Glaston and intends to steal a key item from the Governor's Mansion!

"Didn't expect... it actually succeeded? Is the Governor's Mansion full of trash?"

Another fair-skinned body on the bed stretches out an arm, seemingly wanting to block the bright light, and mumbles in dissatisfaction.

This is the core ability of the 'Tower's' Fifth Primordial Substance—the 'Philosopher'—Fallacy!

After finishing all this, Aaron looks at the corner of the carriage.

The sound of horse hooves rings out.

Facing the sunset as crimson as blood, Aaron strolls casually through the square.

Aaron pulls back the curtain, letting the slightly intense morning sun spill through the window.

Looking back on this period of time, it really has been somewhat decadent.

Hmm, ever since witnessing him bring different women into his room almost every day for half a month, Lady Adai Le finally knocked directly on his door one night...

The carriage started immediately and arrived at the municipal center of Glaston before long.

"Attackers!"

However, he did not intend to go to those few Secret gatherings today.

Just as he walked to the edge of the square, his inspiration was suddenly triggered, and he couldn't help but frown, looking toward the location of the Governor's Mansion, then ducking behind a building.

"A Wizard? I suppose so... You don't need to treat me as an enemy; after all, there is no conflict of interest between us."

As for the completely indigenous people, don't even think about it!

Aaron teased with a remark, dressed himself neatly, and walked out of the room.

"Fine... then let's change the request. I saved you, and you need to reward me with your most precious item, how about that?"

Aaron sighed and changed his request.

(End of this chapter)