Mrs. Adele at the Moonlight Inn was clearly well groomed.
She was only in her twenties, and her husband died of illness a few years ago, leaving her only this hotel.
In fact, this lady was quite beautiful and had many local suitors, one of whom was a military attaché in the Governor's Palace.
But somehow, she just didn't pretend.
The moonlight is deep.
Mrs. Adele looked at the clock on the wall again and glanced at the entrance to the hall without trace.
The sound of horse hooves sounded.
She looked out the window with a little surprise.
The taxi stopped and Aaron walked into the hotel door with his arms around the two exotic sisters, whose waists were like snakes.
The smile on Mrs. Adele's face suddenly stiffened little by little...
…
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
early morning.
Aaron opened the curtains, letting the slightly blazing morning sun shine through the windows.
Another fair body on the bed stretched out its arms, as if trying to block the bright light, and grunted dissatisfiedly.
"It's time to go to work, boss lady."
Aaron joked, dressed himself up, and walked out of the room.
Well, after meeting him for half a month and a different woman entering his room almost every day, Mrs. Adele finally knocked on his door directly one night...
Aaron walked out of the hotel and stretched himself in front of the sun: "It's time to start moving..."
Looking back on this period of time, I was really a bit degenerate.
In terms of absurdity, it can be compared to the time when I was a tutor in Pulmouth during the day and the leader of a cult at night.
Of course, it's not like Aaron did nothing these days.
At least, he has become familiar with the streets of Grinston and knows a few secret gathering places.
Although in Grinston, the mystery is semi-public, there are always some "contrabands" appearing in gatherings of true extraordinary people, so you still have to be wary of the authorities.
However, he was not planning to go to those secret gatherings today.
‘Motula’s ‘Historical Research Association’ also has power in the New World. I have given them the code in a specific place according to their method... The contact person should be here?’
Aaron stopped a taxi: "Go to the town square!"
The carriage started immediately and arrived at the Civic Center of Gladstone in a short time.
Aaron sat on a bench at the edge of the square and got some bread crumbs to feed the small animals. Unfortunately, there were very few pigeons here, not as many as in Pulmouth.
At noon, he ate at a well-known high-end restaurant nearby and enjoyed the performance of musicians on the restaurant stage... After the performance, he also enjoyed afternoon tea.
After walking out of the restaurant and walking around, it was already evening.
Facing the blood-red sunset, Aaron took a casual walk in the square.
Most of the people who have this kind of leisurely elegance are gentlemen or ladies from the upper class. When they see Aaron, they will show a kind smile.
In this foreign land, only the same skin color can make them feel at ease.
The upper-class circle in Glastonbury is actually very small. There is an old man who is relatively easy to talk to, and he also revealed that the Governor's Palace is currently interested in hiring temporary employees. If you are an ordinary young man with ambitions, you have a high chance of success in applying.
Although he is only a temporary employee, he may become a regular employee if he performs well.
In contrast, those 'mixed-race' people may have to work hard for ten or twenty years before they have such an opportunity.
As for being completely indigenous, don’t even think about it!
During the seemingly unintentional chatting and wandering, Aaron came to a corner of the square and saw the graffiti-like patterns of a child on the wall of the Governor's Palace.
There were guards patrolling here from time to time, but they saw Aaron and did not chase them away.
'Using the wall of the Governor's Palace as a communication board is creative and I like it.'
With a smile on his lips, Aaron read the code on the wall through the code book and obtained a time and address.
Then, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.
Just when he reached the edge of the square, his inspiration was suddenly touched. He couldn't help but frown, looked at the location of the Governor's Palace, and hid behind a building.
Boom!
The next moment, a terrible explosion occurred in the Governor's Mansion!
Amidst the deafening noise, countless masonry and rubble flew, and a huge boulder fell to where Aaron was standing.
Some of the soldiers patrolling near the Governor's Palace were killed on the spot, some were knocked unconscious and buried under a large amount of masonry and rubble, and some were missing arms and legs and fell to the ground wailing.
Everyone in the square fell silent and then fell into a terrible commotion.
And in this chaotic situation, several figures rushed out of the blasted hole in the wall at extremely fast speeds, and fled separately without any hesitation!
"Raider!"
"The Governor's Palace has been attacked!"
Almost in the blink of an eye, Aaron's inspiration went back to a memory, which was the dim pupils of the intelligence dealer, and the information revealed by the other party. The resistance army was infiltrating into Gladstone and intended to steal a key item from the Governor's Mansion.
thing!
'I didn't expect... to actually succeed? Is the Governor's Mansion a waste?'
'No matter how you look at it, as a key port connected to the Old World, the Governor's Palace in Graston should have at least one 'non-human' sitting in charge, and it even needs to be equipped with an 'angel-level' item to meet the specifications!'
'Is the Governor too useless, or is the resistance too strong? Or... is this a trap?'
Aaron thought indifferently, walked out of the street, and stopped a taxi on the side of the road: "Go to the Moonlight Hotel!"
The carriage moved slowly, and noises and exclamations could still be heard from all around.
Aaron looked at the carriage and suddenly said: "The carriage is a closed environment. No sound can come out of a closed environment, so no sound can come out of the carriage!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire carriage suddenly became silent, like a secret room.
This is the fallacy of the core ability of the fifth element of the Tower, the Philosopher!
After completing all this, Aaron looked at the corner of the carriage.
The transparent color gradually faded, revealing a chameleon-like young indigenous man.
He was about 20 years old, with brown skin, narrow eyes, and a fierce expression. He said in voodoo language: "Are you a wizard too?"
"Wizard? That's right... You don't need to regard me as your enemy. After all, there is no conflict of interest between us."
Aaron's left leg rested leisurely on his right leg: "Why did you attack the Governor's Mansion?"
"White-skinned devil, I won't tell you a word of news." The indigenous youth is like a dangerous beast.
If it wasn't for his intuition that Aaron was in danger, he might have pounced on him long ago.
"Okay... let's change the request. I saved you, and you need to repay me with the most precious items. How about that?"
