Chapter 469: Wedding (4400 Added)

Half a year later.

Plymouth.

Near the Remington home.

Aaron had transformed into "Para" again, passing by the Remington family's lawn.

It was evident that the lawn had not been meticulously maintained; there were signs of weeds growing quite wantonly.

"Mrs. Remington!"

Seeing a lady walk out of the house, Aaron couldn't help but smile and greet her.

Amidst the priest's questioning, Trish saw a tall, familiar figure—whom she couldn't quite recall—stand up, flash a smile at her, and walk out of the church.

This might be related to the protagonists of the wedding.

On the same day.

A priest wearing white robes was asking questions in a solemn manner.

"In fact, I suffered a slight injury, and it took quite some effort to recover."

Moreover, they already held prejudices against indigenous slaves and were absolutely unwilling to see a slave marry a slave owner's daughter.

Half a year later, she found another man who did not mind her past, and the two decided to form a family.

A powerful person who has entered high society would never be troubled by such problems.

"Who are you?"

Aaron spoke in his own voice.

Not only did she change her name to "Trish," but she also attended a vocational training course and found a fairly decent job.

But after performing divination and paying a heavy price only to obtain information 【related to the Feathered Serpent】, everything was suppressed, as if it had never happened at all.

That husband was actually a South Innis man with brownish skin!

Due to the independence of South Innis, the entire Empire was now generally more dissatisfied with the southern natives.

Thanks to the promulgation of the Empire's social welfare security system, those with low or no income like them received government relief.

Coupled with the fact that her mother's illness had improved and she had found work, Cuisi thus made up her mind to bid farewell to the past.

The Empire's Suppression Bureau monitored fluctuations belonging to a large-scale historical ritual.

Not long after, Aaron arrived at another ceremony site.

Aaron took off his hat, his expression slightly somber.

This made Aaron consciously adjust his mentality, becoming more and more like a mortal.

"That is truly a pity... Madam, I have some connections in the Military Department, your son?" Aaron asked tentatively.

The other party's massive size was almost comparable to several Kenis stacked together.

Even with the "Spirit of Falsehood" guarding his rationality, the inherent emotional apathy—not stemming from external corruption—was something he could do nothing about.

For ordinary people with weak faith, under what was almost an explicit hint from the Empire, keeping a distance from the Sun Church was inevitable.

Before long, Sharuke and Keni arrived in front of Aaron together.

"It's me!"

Mrs. Remington sobbed.

Mrs. Remington was very emotional: "My husband and I thought you had died in that terrible meteor shower..."

Sharuke glanced at Keni again: "Yes, I have decided to stay here. Sir... are you preparing to leave?"

Aaron watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile: 'It seems Arthur IX is doing well... but he has already promised me, with the "Law of Accident" as a notary, hmm, I hope he does not lead himself astray in the future...'

"No need to trouble yourself, we have already received his notice of death... Oh, my poor little Remington... and those damned natives. My husband has always felt guilty about this, thinking he should have suggested he join the Local Garrison Legion back then; even if there wasn't much prospect for promotion, it would still have been safer than the Colonial Legion..."

Arthur IX even expressed considerable pleasure regarding this.

Mrs. Remington subconsciously wanted to make the gesture of praising the Sun, but stopped halfway and lowered her hand.

Aaron casually offered a blessing and looked at Sharuke again: "So... you have decided to stay in this layer of history?"

"It is truly wonderful to see you."

He also tended to occasionally collect the emotions of ordinary people to neutralize the coldness in his own heart.

The more the Primal Substance was unlocked, the easier it was to lose one's humanity; he had gradually come to understand this point.

"Trish, do you take Hamilton to be your husband, whether in poverty or wealth, sickness or health..."

As for the issue of the temporary residence permit?

Meanwhile, other Imperial God churches, especially the Keeper of Secrets church, also forcefully entered the Empire, competing for faith with the retreating Sun Church.

"Being able to survive is a stroke of luck; I have also had many friends pass away." Mrs. Remington pulled out a handkerchief, the corners of her eyes appearing somewhat glistening.

"Hmm... the Empire's policies have become much more lenient now... as long as you two keep a low profile, you should be able to obtain a happy and fulfilling life."

A young man wearing a tattered military uniform was struck by a bullet, falling down with a look of astonishment on his face...

Although... this bride was only one meter five tall...

But before Mrs. Remington could answer, his spiritual intuition told him the answer.

Church.

"He doesn't really want to come out," Mrs. Remington sighed and said, "His health has been gradually deteriorating."

"Although I would also like to stay for a while longer... but my 'volume' is becoming increasingly 'massive'... plus, if I stay too long, I worry that I won't be able to pass through that 'Gate of Multiple Histories' in the future!"

Aaron told a small lie.

Or rather, there were only three Apprentices like La Mo Er and some scattered strangers.

During these six months, the Empire liquidated and confiscated the church property of the Sun Church, dealing a heavy blow to the Sun Church; if not for the sheer number of believers, it would have almost been classified as an evil cult.

However, compared to Miss Trish's wedding, the guests appearing here were few, one could even say sparse.

Aaron smiled and replied, seeing the look of relief on Keni's face.

Today seems to be a good day; there are many newlyweds.

After all, through the Keeper of Secrets, he knew some things; after that Feathered Serpent left, there was no one left in the entire Empire who could suppress him.

"I came to Plymouth this time prepared to attend two weddings," Aaron explained with a smile, "Why haven't I seen Mr. Remington?"

He set down the bouquet and, amidst the deep bows of the newlyweds, left the ceremony site.

He saw a battlefield filled with smoke, with many natives, muskets, and cannon fire roaring...

"Congratulations to you both..."

Wearing a formal wedding dress, Trish answered in a loud and firm voice: "I do!"

She did not remember inviting a guest like Para at all.

"Are you... Mr. Tuoman?"

La Mo Er looked at the approaching Aaron with a suspicious expression on his face.

"Apologies..."

"It's you?" La Mo Er covered his mouth and ran back quickly.

"Mr. Hamilton..."

Hmm, this Ms. Trish is the former Miss Cuisi.

Aaron held a bouquet representing blessings in his hand, walked into the church, sat down on a back pew, and gazed at a pair of newlyweds being wed by a priest.

Poor Arthur IX did not know that there was still a Contract notarized by the Law of Accident on him...

As for the theft of a certain original decree document in the palace archives, which had been signed by Arthur IX himself and implemented in the Empire for half a year, that was an even smaller matter among small matters...

(End of this chapter)