Chapter 84: Clark

Golden Rose Street, No. 33.

After parting ways with Bruce, Aaron hailed a carriage and returned to the place he was renting.

"Good day, Mr. Aaron. I heard you went to visit the museum today?"

The landlady, Mrs. Abel, had just stepped out; upon seeing Aaron, a flattering expression could not help but appear on her face.

In this era, dressing in a luxurious and decent manner, not working, and living off the interest from land and capital were the true hallmarks of the upper class.

Aaron fit this description perfectly, and thus was considered by Mrs. Abel to be some figure of the upper class, perhaps even a nobleman's son, so she was always very attentive to him.

Moreover, the other party was also quite generous with his spending.

Unlike those working-class people who only rented a single room and still required the landlord to provide three meals, this pretty young master named "Aaron" had rented an entire building!

It was said that he was a wealthy young man traveling around, and because he liked the scenery of Green Forest City, he intended to live here for a period of time; it was just that because the time had been short, he had not yet had the chance to find a butler and servants.

"Yes, the Green Banyan Tree on the castle fascinated me deeply... Perhaps another day I will create a painting of it..."

Aaron nodded reservedly and returned inside his residence.

He discovered that disguising himself as a decent person was indeed very beneficial; no matter where he went, he was treated politely, and it was naturally easier to gain trust.

Those patrolmen did not even dare to come forward to question him when they saw him at this time, but instead tipped their hats from afar to show respect, which was enough to explain many things.

Returning to the bedroom, changing out of his coat, and lying on the soft mattress, Aaron closed his eyes and let out a light snore.

At dawn the next day, he opened his eyes: "A good sleep... It has been many years since I felt this relaxed; well, the previous millennium of slumber does not count..."

Over this period of time, Aaron had discovered a problem.

After he fell asleep, he could not sense the dream world!

However, he was not overly panicked; after all, the dream world should still exist, it was just that the Coordinate had likely shifted.

Furthermore, the long-lost true sleep also gave him a different kind of feeling.

This thousand-year slumber seemed unchanged, but in reality, after feeling the sedimentation of history, Aaron felt that he had become much more composed.

Getting up in the morning, washing his face and brushing his teeth in the washroom, Aaron actually felt a long-lost sense of emotion while looking at himself in the mirror.

"As expected... modern life is still comfortable... although the enjoyment of the upper class at this time is built upon the suffering of the lower-class masses..."

"I should find a maid, otherwise others will think it is very strange..."

"As for the exploration of the dream world, it is actually quite simple... as long as I set up a Ritual and attempt to summon the Spirit of Falsehood... even if I cannot communicate, I can confirm whether it exists over there..."

However, Aaron was not in a hurry.

After this period of training in the "Radiance Method," the Spirituality of "Luminary" he had accumulated was already sufficiently dense, and he felt he could advance through a Ritual at any time.

Therefore, he prepared to wait until he became an Extraordinary of the First Stage before attempting Ritual Magic, as that would be safer.

After going out and hailing a rental carriage, Aaron headed straight to the market that introduced butlers and maids.

Although it was only three streets away and walking would not take much time, that would not be very decent, and he would be criticized by people he knew.

The upper class of this era had a distorted set of values; if a lady attended a banquet twice wearing the same dress, it would be considered a decline in family fortunes, which was a very serious matter and would lead to her being gradually squeezed out of her original circle.

And even if the family was originally well-off, they might lose connections and credibility due to being squeezed out of the circle, leading to business failure, bankruptcy, and sliding into the Abyss...

Therefore, the upper-class people of this era were particular about decency in their travel and attire, even to a pathological degree.

Aaron was actually not very used to this, although a thousand years ago, he was a great nobleman... but Green Forest nobles had always been regarded as "Northern Barbarians" by the Southern Sheepmen.

However, in order to play his role well at this time, he still had to do as the locals did.

"This honorable gentleman, are you looking for servants?"

The carriage driver was very talkative; it seemed he was a bit excited because he had met an honorable guest, and he chattered on, introducing his own experience: "Maids must come from the countryside; people there are more honest, while the guys living in the city are all very good at slacking off, or even stealing their master's property... It is best to have a recommendation letter from the previous master and a guarantee from the market, otherwise, it is easy to be cheated..."

Aaron even heard some gossip about how upper-class families punished their servants.

What surprised him even more was that in the carriage driver's view, it was a matter of course for a master to punish a servant, and even to teach his own children to do so.

After arriving at the "talent market" of this era, Aaron paid the carriage fare and was just about to enter when two gentlemen walked toward him.

One of them was dressed in bright and decent clothes, had a large forehead, and a pair of azure eyes; it was none other than Bruce Field, whom he had met yesterday.

"Isn't this Aaron? I didn't expect to see you here again. Are you here to pick out servants? I have some experience in this regard..."

"Bruce, this is..." Aaron looked at the old gentleman beside him.

He had gray hair, was biting on a meerschaum pipe, his leather shoes were polished until they shone, and he possessed the temperament of a Scholar.

"Let me introduce... this is Mr. Clark Das! Mr. Das is a professor at the History Academy, a respected Scholar!"

Bruce was clearly very respectful toward this Clark Das: "I once followed him to study for a period of time and benefited greatly from the research into true history and Occultism... This time, it is also because the maid at Mr. Das's house left due to marriage that I brought him here to pick out a new one..."

"Hello!"

Aaron reached out his hand and shook the other party's, feeling that the other party's palm was very powerful, which made his heart stir.

"Hello, young man..."

Mr. Das's expression was a bit strange, and he looked at Aaron a few more times: "I feel the vicissitudes and weight of history on you..."

'This person...'

Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the other party might not be simple.

However, his Spirituality was hidden within himself, and without using specific means to probe, he could not determine whether the other party was an Extraordinary.

'Bruce believes in the existence of the Mysterious; could it be that he is influenced by this Clark Das?'

'That makes sense... compared to illiterate workers and maids, in reality... nobles and high-level intellectuals are the groups most likely to come into contact with the Mysterious, especially since he is also a historian!'