Aaron looked at Nicholas Inam, and in his memory emerged the mysterious man at that secret gathering, with a medium build and a gentle and mellow voice, who took out a fake Aaron's technology manuscript and wanted to acquire the secret information of 'Yao'
!
Thinking of this, he looked around without leaving any trace.
'The bodies are slightly different, and the voices are even different. Although one is gentle and mellow, and the other is magnetic, as a choir manager, it is normal for him to change his voice. I still believe in my spiritual intuition!'
'You're on target, Mr. Priest!'
A smile appeared on Aaron's face.
'I just don't know if this Priest Inam is the mastermind behind Jack's incident...'
He was about to chat with the other party for a few more words when an old man with slightly gray hair suddenly walked towards him.
The other party has warm eyes and elegant temperament. He is wearing the black robe of an archbishop and is followed by two priests.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop!"
Chris and Nicholas quickly moved out of the way and bowed.
"May the Holy Spirit bless you!"
Archbishop Roberts John Schaller responded gently and smiled at Aaron.
‘This is the archbishop who was rumored in the newspapers to have embezzled funds and led to the scandal of the suspension of work at St. Avalon Cathedral... I have to say, he looks pretty good, and he doesn’t look like a bad guy at all.’
Looking at the other person's back, Aaron sighed in his heart.
But he also knew that this was normal. After all, no bad person would have the word "bad" carved on his face.
…
Golden Rose Street, No. 33.
Aaron sat at the desk by the window, holding a golden pen in his hand.
"I've already stepped on the spot, the next step is to divine the degree of danger, and then go and do it..."
"No, this is not called a vote... It is reasonable and legal for the lords to collect religious taxes! They owe me a thousand years of tax!"
I have to say that the church wealth introduced by Chris today really made Aaron a little excited.
If you have enough gold pounds, low-level occult materials won't matter at all.
Boom!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Enter!"
Aaron opened his mouth and saw Sylvia coming in, respectfully placing a letter on the table: "Master... this is the letter just delivered by Mr. Clark Das' coachman."
"Oh, I got it."
He took it casually, opened it, and found that it was an invitation from Clark Das, asking him to go to Das' house in the evening to discuss important matters.
"Go back and ask the coachman to tell Mr. Das that I will be there."
Aaron put down the letter and asked Sylvia to go out. He suddenly sighed: "We can't collect religious taxes tonight..."
…
night.
Aaron was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, holding a slender black cane in his hand, and got into the taxi.
"Clark doesn't know what to do with me. He is a professor of history. In fact, he has a lot of things to do..."
When we arrived at Sycamore Street and entered the door of Das' house, we were greeted by a man first, Bruce Field, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
His face was flushed with excitement. When he saw the servant going down, he immediately stepped forward and punched Aaron, lowering his voice: "Aaron... why didn't you tell me before that you were a member of that world?"
Aaron looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Didn't your teacher tell you? By the way, congratulations on actually becoming his apprentice."
Bruce suddenly straightened up and became serious: "Thank you, I will try my best."
'This is not a matter of working hard or not. Even in the mysterious world, the more you know, the more dangerous it is...'
Aaron complained in his mind, and entered the study with Bruce, where he saw Clark Das holding a meerschaum pipe.
"You're here, Aaron."
Clark Das took down his pipe and a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, congratulations on getting an outstanding apprentice."
Aaron smiled back.
"Excellent? He's still very early." Clark Dass shook his head: "However, I do have something to ask you... The introduction to the 'secret' path requires awakening and accumulating the 'secret' spirituality. My sect
, is obtained from historical relics and cultural relics using archaeological and other methods..."
"So that's it."
Aaron nodded, and he suddenly understood why Clark Dass was so eager for cultural relics rich in history.
"The items in my hand have been almost used up. I didn't get much from the last party, but it just happened... I recently investigated history and got the address of an abandoned ruins. I want to hire you to protect me and my students.
Go there and hold a ceremony for him in the ruins. At the same time, I have other things to do."
Clark Das said calmly.
"Why me?" Aaron asked strangely.
"It's difficult for mystics to trust each other, but I still feel more at ease with you. In the last incident, you also proved your strength...and in the end, there was Bruce's strong recommendation!"
"Although I still have a few alternatives, the one I trust the most has happened to be involved in something recently, and the rest are not so trustworthy... In comparison, I am more willing to hire you."
Clark Das smiled and said: "If you want, I can pay 200 pounds for it!"
"I need to know the details of the ruins and estimate the degree of danger." Aaron did not agree immediately.
"Of course... it is not far away, in the Tangjila Mountains, a three-hour train ride away... As for the degree of danger? Although it belongs to a certain esoteric cult group, it has long been abandoned... and has no value, except
In addition to being attracted to the 'secret' extraordinary beings like us..."
Clark is also a very cautious person: "Actually, there should be no danger along the way. I hired you just in case. As for the specific information, in order to keep it confidential, I can only tell you after you agree."
"Does the initiation of the 'Secret' apprentice require a ceremony in a place rich in historical heritage?"
Aaron nodded: "Please allow me to go back and think about it, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."
He planned to go back and do some divination before giving an answer.
"Okay, this is your freedom."
Clark Das was very calm, even appreciative.
He looked at his apprentice again, with a look of helplessness on his face.
…
"Explore the ruins?"
Late at night, Aaron returned home and tossed a coin.
Snap!
The coin stood on the table by an invisible force, which represented the failure of divination.
After a while, the invisible force dissipated and it rolled and fell, but the result at this time had no meaning at all.
"It's really difficult to get detailed divination results."
"At best, get some vague results."
Aaron thought for a while, redesigned the divination sentence, and tossed the coin.
