Chapter 85: Maid

Although he felt somewhat uncertain inside, Aaron kept his expression as usual, continuing to converse with Clark Das for a while, and even obtained the other party's business card.

He looked at the address in his hand and decided to pay a visit later.

"I am truly sorry, because I have just settled here, and my new business cards have not been printed yet..."

Aaron offered an explanation for himself.

"It does not matter, I am very much looking forward to Mr. Yugesi's visit."

Clark Das smiled and said.

The pseudonym Aaron was currently using was Aaron Yugesi.

The three of them chatted as they entered the agency.

"Three gentlemen, may I ask what services you require... We have the best butlers, the most beautiful maids, and manservants as sturdy as oxen here..."

A greasy-faced fat manager immediately greeted them.

Clark frowned instantly.

Aaron, who had recently crammed knowledge on this subject, knew that true butlers sometimes came from upper-class families and had even attended specialized training schools, separate from ordinary servants.

Furthermore, even among ordinary maids and manservants, there were divisions such as Chief Manservant, Personal Manservant, Chief Maid, Personal Maid, maids who managed kitchenware, and the lowest-ranking Laundry Maid, General Maid, and so on.

This fat man looked very unprofessional at first glance.

However, after all, Green Forest was not the capital of Invis, so one could not be too demanding.

"This gentleman and I each require a maid."

Clark introduced.

"No problem, I will go get the files right now."

The fat manager smiled and was just about to walk toward the stairs when his expression suddenly changed: "Sylvia, who allowed you to come over?"

Aaron looked over and saw a woman in her twenties with simple clothing and gaunt cheeks, pleading in a voice that sounded like she might sob at any moment: "Manager Wright, I beg you, please give me a job..."

This era basically operated on weekly wages, because ordinary people struggled to even buy food for the next day; once they did not receive their pay for a week, they risked starving or freezing to death, and they had no savings.

Therefore, wages had to be paid weekly.

Once unemployed, one was in a very dangerous situation.

"I was once so kind and benevolent that I didn't mind you being dismissed by your previous employer, and I introduced you to another job, but you messed it up in less than two months..."

Wright shook his head, firmly refusing, and said to the three of them: "Three gentlemen, please stay away from her. She is an ominous woman; she is tainted with misfortune. After being dismissed by her first employer, incidents occurred frequently at her second employer's home as well..."

No one would give such a maid a third chance.

Aaron glanced at Sylvia and intuitively felt that she indeed carried a hint of gloom.

Bruce sighed and looked at Sylvia with pity, knowing that a sweatshop or selling her body might be her only way out.

"Ominous? Interesting!"

Aaron suddenly spoke: "I have recently been researching a Purification Ritual and am in need of a test subject. Perhaps I can try it on her. How much salary is required to hire her?"

"Kind sir... I... I can do anything... a salary of 3 Shillings a week is enough."

Sylvia said hurriedly.

The Shilling was a subsidiary currency of Invis; the coins contained a certain amount of silver, and the exchange rate with the Pound was about 20 to 1.

Further down, there were Copper Pennies, also called 'Copper Coins'; 1 Shilling could be exchanged for 12 Copper Pennies.

And in the market, the lowest-quality glass of beer in a pub was usually worth 1 Copper Penny, and a bag of flour was worth 8 to 9 Copper Pennies.

White-collar workers, government employees, butlers, and trained elite servants working in companies often had weekly wages measured in Pounds.

A weekly wage of 3 Shillings was indeed very low.

"Mr. Wright, please prepare the contract..."

Aaron said to the manager with a smile.

"Sigh..."

Wright sighed and glanced at Sylvia, not knowing whether this woman was lucky or unlucky.

Although she had found a job, this employer did not seem like a decent person.

"Thank you, kind sir!"

Sylvia was almost weeping with joy.

She was burdened with misfortune, and even in her dreams at midnight, she would be frightened awake by it. Recently, her luck had been poor; at her new employer's home, she either broke bowls and dishes or scorched clothes, and her reputation was already very poor.

Aaron had practically saved her from the edge of a cliff.

"A maid plagued by bad luck..." Bruce also stared at Sylvia, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally spoke: "Aaron, may I observe your Purification Exorcism Ritual? I have done a little research on this as well..."

"Ahem!"

Clark Das coughed, and Bruce stopped speaking resentfully.

Next, Clark browsed the files, selected a standard maid with a weekly wage of 5 Shillings, and after agreeing on the time for her to start, the three of them walked out of the employment agency together.

Seeing that no one was around, Clark spoke in a low voice: "Do not discuss Occultism in public... Bruce, if you cannot break this bad habit, you will lose my friendship."

Aaron listened, but felt that this old scholar with a pipe in his mouth seemed to be hinting at him as well.

"Why is that?"

He pretended to be a novice and asked curiously.

"Invis appears free, but in reality, it is a country filled with Secret Police... Those Secret Police hide in dark corners, watching everyone, scrutinizing every publication. Once deemed guilty, one can be arrested directly and convicted without trial... For publicly advocating Occultism, the first time might be a warning, detention, or a fine; the second time means prison."

Clark took a deep puff of his tobacco and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

'So strict, the Secret Police system... It seems Invis manages wild Extraordinaries with extreme severity...'

Aaron understood instantly in his heart.

'This Clark, he likely suspects I am an Extraordinary and is testing me? And what about Bruce? A friend of his, or an Apprentice under observation?'

He bid farewell to the two of them without changing his expression and returned to his residence.

"Finally... am I about to come into contact with the Inner World that has developed for a thousand years?"

Aaron was slightly excited.

Regarding his own safety and combat power, he still had some confidence.

Aside from a body at the limit of an ordinary person, even though he was only half an Extraordinary at this moment, with the many Curses and Rituals he had mastered, ordinary First or Second Stage Extraordinaries were likely not his match.

"Hmm, I'll go show my cards another day..."

"But before that, I will first perform a few Ritual Magics to enhance my strength... and then use divination to determine the level of danger."

"Also... go to the black market to purchase firearms; the power of firearms in this era is already quite good, even more useful than the abilities of Low-rank Extraordinaries."

Aaron carefully made plans for his recent affairs.

Then, he went to a nearby restaurant to enjoy dinner, returned to his residence to wash up, peacefully entered dreamland, and enjoyed the joy of sleep.