"Mr. Toman, would you like to have breakfast with us? I have prepared Crown Cocoa from South Indonesia..."
The next day.
In the early morning, after Aaron got up, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Remington waiting in the living room.
Ever since what happened last night, their attitude towards me has been nothing short of flattering.
Well, I like to drink cocoa instead of coffee. I said it casually at breakfast yesterday.
A helpless smile appeared on his face: "Okay... but don't ask anymore. Didn't I explain it before? It was just an accident!"
"Anyway, you've got the ticket."
Mr. Remington blushed: "Just by going to a high-end restaurant in the Queen's District, you can meet a noble and form a friendship. You are so amazing... No, Mr. Toman, you were born to be
People in that circle.”
Usain worked quickly. After returning, he arranged a chance encounter, which brought Aaron into the sight of a certain nobleman, and then he was naturally invited.
"It's just good luck."
Aaron smiled evasively.
The three of them enjoyed breakfast together, and Mr. Remington kept boasting about his son, as if he was hinting at something.
The good atmosphere had not passed long before the doorbell rang.
"We don't seem to have any reservations."
Mrs. Remington went to open the door, and then she saw a group of people pouring in.
The leader was an old man with meticulously combed hair and a more elegant temperament than an aristocrat: "Jenkins is the owner of Jenkins' private tailor shop in the Queens District."
There seemed to be a ruler in his eyes as he looked at Aaron: "Mr. Toman... under the instruction of a certain noble, I am here to prepare dinner costumes for you. This ball is a masquerade... What style do you want?"
Gentleman style? Military style?"
As Jenkins said this, he asked the maid next to him to pick up the clothes rack, which had a complete dress.
"A private tailor shop in the Queen's Quarter?"
Mrs. Remington lowered her voice and bit her husband's ear: "Is it the legendary high-end custom luxury store that only provides door-to-door service to nobles?"
"Yes, I can guarantee that even a button on that sample dress is worth more than your most expensive evening dress."
Mr. Remington also lowered his voice and answered.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
On the other side, Tailor Jenkins had already written down Aaron's size and bowed to say goodbye: "Then, I will go back and prepare... In addition, the gentleman also asked me to tell Mr. Toman that this ball, the Empire will be the most dazzling.
Princess Sofia, the pearl of the world, will also be here, so don’t be rude... If you need an etiquette teacher, I can introduce you to it.”
"No."
After sending Jenkins and others away, Aaron looked at the Remingtons, whose eyes were shining, and waved his hands: "If I say I don't know anything about the princess, it's an accident... Do you believe it?"
…
Prom day.
Aaron put on a dress sent by Jenkins Tailor Shop, a black boat-shaped hat, a red uniform with a stand-up collar, white leather pants, high leather boots, and a decorative sword hanging from his waist.
This is the consistent image of imperial soldiers.
Since it is a masquerade, it naturally has the element of 'acting', and there is a strong atmosphere of military glory in Inves, so acting as a soldier is undoubtedly a popular trend.
Aaron put on a silver-white mask on his face and stepped out of the carriage.
Outside Lord Faneuil's mansion, there were already many high-end carriages of nobles parked.
Both men and women in the crowd are dressed in strange clothes and wearing masks. It is indeed difficult to identify who is who at first glance.
Aaron came to the door, showed the invitation, and was then invited into the banquet hall.
Looking at the wine pool and meat forest, he sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, swayed a glass of wine in his hand, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
'Although it is a masquerade, in fact, acquaintances can still guess a thing or two...not to mention, this is an extraordinary world.'
After a group of people entered, they immediately attracted the attention of the entire dance party.
One of them, a girl with long platinum hair, wearing a bright dance skirt and a pair of transparent wings behind a silver mask, was treated like a star.
That one should be Princess Sophia.
'Or...a substitute for the princess?'
Aaron took advantage of the ball's attention to be attracted by the princess and easily arrived at the second floor of the banquet hall.
There are many private rooms here, specially prepared for aristocratic men and women having affairs.
After all, the upper class seems to be polite, luxurious and luxurious... but in private it's just that.
"Follow me!"
Upon reaching the second floor, a masked girl wearing a maid uniform was waiting. She came to Aaron's side and lowered her voice.
The two walked into a private and soundproofed room, and the girl locked the door directly.
Immediately, she pulled away the oil painting on the wall.
Behind the oil painting, there is a shrine with symbols and statues representing the 'Keeper of Secrets'.
Aaron glanced at it, and saw that the 'secret keeper' had a vague face, wore a gray robe, had a bumpy figure, and was surrounded by decorations that looked like the fog of history.
‘Huh? ‘Secret Keeper’ turns out to be a female figure? This is the first time I have seen his statue.’
'Anyway, if Lord Faneuil has something like this hidden in his house, if the church finds out, his whole family will be burned to death.'
A thought flashed through Aaron's mind, and he saw the girl taking off her mask and praying devoutly: "I'm here to pay my respects to the 'Keeper of Secrets'!"
"You are the recorder of secret history, the witness of history, and the guardian of secrets!"
"I pray for your favor, I pray for your grace, I pray for you to keep this area 'secret'!"
…
Along with praying in Spirit World Language, Aaron suddenly felt an inexplicable power lingering in this room.
Even if the honorable names of other Si Sui are recited in this room, they will never hear them again.
And everything that happens will be strictly 'kept secret', isolated from all divination and exploration.
"Is this...the authority to 'keep secrets'?"
Aaron murmured.
"I have proven my identity."
At this time, the girl turned around, revealing her delicate cheeks and purple eyes: "Are you that person?"
There was scrutiny, suspicion, and solemnity in her eyes... She was too mature to look like a girl.
"Yes...according to the agreement, I will deal with the 'Son of the Dawn'!" Aaron sighed.
"That monster in the Palace of Mithras should have died long ago!" A trace of hatred flashed across Princess Sophia's face.
"With all due respect, why did His Majesty the Emperor make this decision?" Aaron was curious, so he asked directly.
"Do you need a reason to kill that monster?" Princess Sophia asked in return.