Chapter 446: Dark Lines (Please Subscribe)

Aaron's trip to Plymouth this time was mainly to meet an ally, in accordance with his agreement with the Keeper of Secrets.

And the ally the Keeper of Secrets found for him had quite a grand background—it was none other than the Emperor of the Invis Empire, His Majesty Arthur IX!

Although Aaron did not know how the Keeper of Secrets had turned the other party, he could vaguely discern some clues from the current struggle between royal power and divine power.

Of course, an ally is an ally, but "keeping secrets" is also very important.

At the very least, this is a good trump card that cannot be played right now.

Therefore, it was impossible for Aaron to go to Mitra Palace in a cavalier manner and demand an audience with Arthur IX.

Furthermore, it is hard to say just how much of this Empire is actually controlled by the Emperor; I fear that as soon as Aaron met with the Emperor, the Son of Dawn would come killing their way in...

Aaron took an electric tram to the Queen's District, headed to a high-end restaurant called Anthem Restaurant, and booked a private room with a special number.

"A pawn, so pathetic that he cannot even establish a true channel of communication, because he has not gained complete trust, so messages cannot be passed through him."

Yet Yousain had long since secretly pledged his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, the truly die-hard kind.

After opening the door, a gentleman wearing a white-gold wig asked politely: "May I ask if Mr. Para Love Toman lives here? I am Lord Fanier's butler, here to deliver an invitation to the ball!"

Seeing this scene through the window, the Remingtons looked at each other in dismay.

He picked up a bottle of red wine, took a deep breath, and walked into that specially prepared private room.

Aaron greeted Mr. Remington, who was pruning.

Being able to use the authority of "Secret" to guard such a huge secret without letting so many divination masters of the Sun Church discover any clues was already quite extraordinary.

He knew that if he asked too much, he might die...

Yousain put down the communication-type Magical Item in his hand, entered the changing room with a calm expression, and straightened his attire.

Whether it was the special private room from before or the order of dishes here, they were actually equivalent to a secret code.

Yousain is a senior director of the Imperial Suppression Bureau.

This time, Mrs. Remington did not suggest having dinner together.

He felt that Aaron might have been deceived by some swindlers.

A high-end luxury carriage suddenly stopped at his doorstep, and the carriage even bore a crest representing nobility.

"No more, the key is to arrange it in a reasonable and logical way..."

"Mr. Para... you're back." Mrs. Remington greeted him politely.

The door to the private room had closed at some point, and even a ritual more private than a Spirit Wall began to operate.

When this number was reported, a flash of surprise quickly crossed the eyes of the female receptionist, but she covered it up quickly.

"What a busy day." Mr. Remington wiped the sweat from his brow and asked with a smile: "Has there been any progress in your work?"

Aaron wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and poured a glass of red wine.

"Quite smooth."

"I understand, thank you for the reminder."

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

After the last meeting, the Keeper of Secrets only gave Aaron a method of contact.

As a high-level official of the Suppression Bureau, it was simple for Yousain to do this, and he did not ask much else.

In this era, only nobles would still use this kind of carriage.

Evening.

"I understand. Are there any other requirements?"

The Remington residence.

Aaron could clearly feel a hint of detachment in the other party's tone.

Yousain smiled, pulled the cork, poured the crimson wine into a beautifully shaped decanter, and began to swirl it to let it breathe.

He had already waited for several years, and even felt that the line would never be activated.

Of course, these were not the reasons he could hold a high position; the biggest reason he was truly able to climb to this position of real power was because he was a staunch royalist in the Suppression Bureau.

Aaron replied with a smile.

Aaron responded with a smile.

Aaron touched his own brow and waited calmly.

Perhaps feeling that he was too overestimating his own abilities, and fearing that he would cause trouble, he wanted to draw a line...

"Sir, I will not ask where you come from or what you are called... My orders are to fulfill all your instructions!"

After dinner time.

This princess was the communication bridge chosen by Arthur IX!

Of course, Aaron also knew that once he prepared to go to the ball, this princess would not just possibly, but certainly be in attendance!

"There are many swindlers in Plymouth." Mr. Remington reminded him.

By the time he came out, he had already changed into the attire of a waiter.

While cutting the roast lamb, Aaron said calmly: "Fabricate a reasonable excuse to get me an invitation to Lord Fanier's ball!"

Immediately, he stepped into the Spirit World and, using Spirit World Teleportation, arrived at the wine cellar of Anthem Restaurant.

He was, shockingly, a Shadowless One!

The Mysterious knowledge and materials for this path all came from the rewards of His Majesty the Emperor, which also extinguished any thoughts Yousain might have had about defecting to the side of the Sun Church.

"Yes, I'm back."

However, just today, he received intelligence that the secret code had been activated.

And the task he received was very simple: just to set up surveillance at a high-end restaurant and wait for a signal.

Aaron glanced at this Extraordinary, knowing he must be the person sent by the Emperor.

In reality, Arthur IX did not fully trust him either; he only let Yousain believe he was on the side of the Royalists, at most carrying out dark tasks such as assassinating high-ranking nobles of the opposition.

As for how to meet Arthur IX, confirm that the other party truly wanted to resist "Daybreak," and how to formulate a plan, that was Aaron's own business.

According to his intelligence, at Lord Fanier's ball, Arthur IX's most favored daughter, the brightest pearl of the Empire—Princess Sophia—might also be in attendance.

Remington was lying on the sofa, preparing to have a cigarette.

Judging by the atmosphere of religious fanaticism over there, even if he defected, he would only be sent to the stake.

After being released, someone would come to make contact very soon.

"Sir... the 'Red Queen' you requested!"

He was in his thirties, with a stern face and a capable way of doing things.

After all, who would believe that the Emperor of the Empire would lead a rebellion?

Of course, even for this kind of task, maintaining this level of secrecy was necessary.

Even within the Suppression Bureau, there were many factions, such as those who had defected to a certain high-ranking noble, or the church...

Yousain said firmly in a low voice.

Of course, Yousain had not intended to rebel in the first place.

Inside the office.

Aaron arrived in a private booth with good seclusion, and ordered a serving of roasted lamb, a serving of South Innis specialty vegetable salad, and a bottle of twenty-year-old Empire red wine.

'He... he actually did it! How long has it even been?'

The cigarette in Mr. Remington's hand dropped to the floor, his mouth half-open, his face full of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)