Aaron removed the ritual and looked at a brand new set of bullets.
The surface of the gray-brown bullet is engraved with a large number of weird and twisted patterns. The bullet is oval-shaped and has black cracks like lightning.
These are the 'parasite bullets' he made using the contamination previously removed from Nicholas's body. After excluding the failed work, there are still four bullets left.
"The effect is about the same as I estimate, strong pollution plus parasite eggs... the power should be about the same as the 'Evil Curse Bullet', so the strength of Roberts is close to the evil spirit of Au Claire..."
Aaron took out his revolver, loaded two brilliant bullets, two contaminated bullets, one evil spirit bullet, and one parasite bullet in sequence, and put the firearm on his waist.
Immediately, he put on a formal suit over a white shirt and put the box containing the 'Green Forest Power Ring' in his pocket.
"This is considered fully armed. Even if the Investigation Bureau besieges me, I can be forced out..."
Aaron silently complained in his mind and walked out of the door.
At the door, the coachman Ramiz had been waiting for him. When he saw him coming out, he immediately took off his hat and saluted: "Good day, young master!"
Well, at the suggestion of the head maid, he had rented a carriage and the coachman Ramiz for a long time, and spent a lot of gold pounds on it.
But to Aaron, these are nothing.
After all, the Green Forest is his territory. If you want money, you can 'collect taxes'.
'But the resources I need now can't be bought with just a few gold pounds... In real terms, they cost at least thousands of pounds!'
Aaron secretly thought in his mind: 'It would be more reliable to obtain the dream world positioning method from Liliat and then search for it himself...'
'If you don't take into account the mysterious resources, even just relying on the contribution of the Iron Fist Gang, I can maintain a high-society life...'
He got into the carriage and leaned on the soft velvet cushions. Ramiz's voice came to his ears: "Where are you going today?"
"William Mark has made an appointment with Mr. Xilin's painting exhibition before..."
Aaron gave an order and the carriage set off immediately.
Xilin is an oil painting dealer. For this exhibition, he invited many gentlemen and ladies from high society.
When Aaron came to the art exhibition, he even saw a carriage with a noble badge parked. The badge on it looked familiar.
After recalling it carefully, I immediately thought: 'Isn't that the carriage of the unlucky Lord Lake? His auction items have been destroyed by me and turned into evil cursed bullets...'
'Now, even if he finds the most powerful fortune teller, he won't be able to find him...'
"There you are, my friend!"
William Mark seemed a little depressed, but he still came forward enthusiastically and shook hands with Aaron.
"Mr. Mark, it's great to see you recovering."
Aaron also smiled.
After the last auction, William Mark suffered from migraines. He has been receiving treatment with the help of a private doctor and rarely goes out to participate in activities.
This art exhibition can also be regarded as an announcement that the other party has returned to the social circle.
"I was so unfortunate. I hit my head at the auction. My friend, Dr. Hannibal, told me that this was a very dangerous situation... Fortunately, I recovered well after taking his medicine."
William Mark and Aaron walked into the art exhibition together and saw well-dressed gentlemen and ladies standing in front of the oil paintings and constantly commenting.
If the clothes are not bright and do not fit well, the guards at the door will stop them directly.
Aaron actually doesn’t understand oil painting, let alone the genres produced in this world.
We can only roughly confirm that this painter prefers a realistic style through some landscapes and portraits.
This is great, but it's too abstract for him to appreciate.
"Mr. Xilin is a businessman who knows how to market. The talented painter he introduced this time is named Sisyphus Solo. Judging from the colors, lines, and space of these works... I think his painting art is quite good.
, especially in terms of lines, look at this line, it perfectly separates the proportions of characters and scenery, following the golden principle..."
William Mark was very talkative and seemed to have a deep understanding of oil painting: "Solo painter has the potential to become a master. Xilin is lucky this time..."
Aaron hesitated and wandered in front of the oil paintings.
The atmosphere in the gallery is relatively quiet, and the occasional conversations are very low.
Finally, he stopped in front of an oil painting called "Door".
On the canvas, which is more than 3 feet long and wide, only a dark red door is depicted, surrounded by rich darkness.
In the darkness, there is a little bit of blue light, like stars, but it gives people a sea-like whirlpool feeling.
The dark red door is extremely realistic, and it seems that you can clearly see the wooden texture on it. The door is half open, and there seems to be a mysterious light source coming out from inside...
'There is something slightly wrong, giving people the feeling of watching a secret transmission, but it is very light...a little lighter than "The Song of the Worker and Insect".'
Aaron said to himself.
He had some inexplicable speculation that Sisyphus Solo was probably an extraordinary person, and even used some mysterious techniques in the creation of this oil painting.
"Do you like this painting too?"
William Mark praised: "Mr. Solow is a realistic painter, but although this 'door' is extremely realistic and shows his profound sketching skills, the darkness and light source give me a mysterious sense of abstraction...
…”
"Thank you for your compliment. Sisyphus would be very happy if he knew about it."
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing formal clothes, with gray curly hair, a round face and a slightly chubby face walked over.
"Aaron, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Xilin!"
William Mark introduced both parties.
"Mr. Uggs, do you want to buy this 'door'?" Xilin smiled very kindly: "Only 20 pounds, this is my friendly price!"
Aaron thought about it and felt that it was indeed not expensive and involved mystery. It was a good opportunity to get to know Sisyphus and get in touch with another mysterious circle.
William Mark looked around with confusion on his face: "Why don't you see Sisyphus Thoreau on such an important day?"
Xilin's expression suddenly became unnatural. He took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped away the non-existent sweat: "When I was about to go out today, Sisyphus suddenly encountered something and was invited by Glamorgan Field to investigate...
…”
His voice became lower, but he did not lie. After all, the news would spread soon, and there was no point in lying.
"What's the reason?" William Mark was suddenly dissatisfied.
"I can lower the price, as long as 15 pounds..." Xilin forced a smile on his face: "It's not a big deal. I was approached by a strange department, saying it was the content review department... I have never heard of anyone in Glamorgan.
This department.”
After hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched slightly: 'Could he be targeted by the Investigation Bureau? Well, this is really very possible...'
At this moment, a guy dressed like a servant hurried into the exhibition and whispered something to Xilin.
Aaron saw that Xilin's expression was first shocked and a little ecstatic, and then he became mournful and announced loudly: "Gentlemen and ladies... I want to tell you some sad news. Our young talented painter Sisyphus Thoreau has died unfortunately.
, may the Holy Spirit receive his soul!”
After a pause, he said seriously to Aaron and William: "The 'door' costs 50 pounds. Believe me, it will appreciate in value soon!"