Silently reciting the incantation of the 'Glow Law', he suddenly felt a little bit of the spiritual generation of 'Yao'.
For a moment, his eyes turned pure white.
"I... saw the light!"
Aaron murmured, and the perfect spirituality in his body told him that he had accumulated to a certain limit and could try to be promoted to become a true extraordinary person.
He returned to the main hall and was about to have breakfast when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing.
Calculating the time, it should be when the maid Sylvia came to the door.
Aaron opened the door and saw Sylvia dressed up.
"Mr. Uggs, do you have any chores to do?"
Sylvia bowed and glanced towards the living room.
"Let these things go for now, and you come with me!"
Aaron walked to the basement.
Sylvia's hands tightened and she suddenly thought of what happened to her maid friends.
As a vulnerable group, it is very common to be sexually harassed by male employers, and they are often unable to resist in order to keep their jobs.
Some maids were even worse, getting pregnant and then being fired by their mistress.
'If Mr. Juggs wants to do that, I, I...'
Although Sylvia was scared in her heart, her body honestly followed her to the basement, and then her lips opened slightly.
There were candles lit in the dark basement, and there were strange rituals on the ground.
"Stand in the center of the ceremony. You are surrounded by evil spirits. I will expel it for you..."
Aaron said: "This is also our agreement."
"good."
Sylvia was a little uneasy, feeling that her employer seemed to have some strange role-playing habits, but she still entered the ceremony obediently.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt as if she had broken into a thin film and was isolated from the outside world.
"The glow shines upon us..."
Aaron grabbed a handful of salt and threw it into the ritual circle.
'Rituals and props are actually not very important. The most important thing that drives the ceremony is spirituality!'
'And 'Yao' is a symbol of aura and creation, and the 'aura' represents the authority to purify things.'
'So, I can be considered a professional counterpart.'
Aaron looked calmly at Sylvia in the middle of the ceremony, and then saw the black air coming out of her body.
It was like an earthworm, stubbornly drilling in and out of Sylvia's body.
'Sure enough... I just got a little bit of the resentful spirit's breath, very weak...'
Aaron nodded secretly and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The candle flame suddenly became brighter and turned into white light in Aaron's eyes, covering Sylvia's body.
The black air current on Sylvia disappeared instantly.
But she herself felt very excited and felt her body became a little lighter.
"Okay, come out!"
Aaron asked Sylvia to step out of the ceremony: "The bad luck on your body has been purified, but I don't want you to reveal the details of the ceremony. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Master!"
Sylvia nodded quickly: "I promise I won't tell anyone!"
"very good."
A smile appeared on Aaron's face, and a bit of spirituality passed away.
At his feet, another ritual representing 'keeping secrets' was activated, which could ensure that Sylvia would not go out and say anything nonsense.
This ritual requires the personal guarantee of the secret keeper, and it does not cost much.
'As long as the detailed process is not leaked, even if the manager talks about it, others will think that I am an occult enthusiast who is interested in Sylvia's misfortune and wants to study it... not to mention that the other party may not tell it...
…Leaking customer privacy will affect business reputation!'
Aaron returned to the living room: "From now on, you will be responsible for cooking food, washing clothes, and cleaning the room... By the way, who was your first ominous employer?"
"It's Mr. Benjamin."
Sylvia replied in a low voice.
"Benjamin?" Aaron secretly remembered, preparing to inquire about it later, and then took out Clark Das's business card: "The first thing you have to do today is to go to the address above and explain my visit to the other party's butler or servant.
Agreed, and agreed on a time.”
This is the etiquette at this time, and it is considered a big faux pas to visit directly.
If you want to visit or invite someone, you must first let a servant come to the door to communicate, and then both parties agree on a time and place.
In Aaron's opinion, it was very trivial and troublesome.
When Sylvia went out, he also changed his clothes, looking closer to the lower-middle class. He wore a gray peaked cap and slipped out through the back door.
"I should go find a black market and buy a gun or something..."
"Well, that pawn shop last time should have some ideas..."
Walking on the street this time is a different experience.
No rental carriage stopped to ask if service was needed, and there were no smiling faces everywhere to greet them. There were only wary eyes, as if they were worried that he would steal their wallets...
Aaron walked a few streets back to the block where the pawn shop was, and then realized that he was being followed.
"It's really...haunting!"
He shook his head and took the initiative to greet those people.
"Boy, you were so arrogant before. You dared to rob my Scarface people. Now you can't hide anymore?"
A gang leader cursed and came to Aaron's side, showing the gun in his arms: "Two choices, either come with me or die here!"
"I'll go with you!"
Aaron looked at the big men surrounding him from left to right and nodded.
"You are really good at hiding. We have been looking for you for a long time."
As they walked, Scarface complained.
They had been looking for Aaron since their younger brother was robbed last time, but were confused by the labor uniform he was wearing and found nothing in the downtown area and slums.
The upper-class neighborhoods and slums in the big city of Inves are like two worlds that never intersect.
But today, they finally met their enemy.
Aaron expressed his innocence and followed them to a warehouse in the dock area.
"Boss, it's him!"
"That's him!"
The eyes of several strong men inside who were still wearing bandages and plasters turned red when they saw Aaron.
"Don't worry, there will be times when you vent your anger."
Scarface pressed his fist, and his joints cracked: "Aren't you very good at fighting? Now sign this contract and become my boxer, otherwise you will become a corpse in the sewer... Don't try to play tricks, there is no point in that.
effect!"
"I refuse!"
Aaron shook his head.
Scarface laughed ferociously: "It seems that this young gentleman is not very clear-headed yet. Give him a good meal!"
"Your gun is good, now it belongs to me."
Aaron said seriously.
Even if the opponent points a gun at him, he can still use the spiritual power of 'Yao' to create a flash of light and make the gunman lose his sight.
And the gang leader seemed to be determined to defeat him and didn't even pull out his gun. It was so funny.
Snap!
His hands were like phantoms, and he threw away the two big men beside him.
Just as Scarface was about to draw the gun, his finger suddenly suffered a sharp pain, as if it was broken, and he fell to the ground screaming.
Then, he saw the man holding his revolver, opening it skillfully, pouring out the bullets one by one, and loading them again.
“Nice bluing craftsmanship…”
Aaron nodded and pointed his gun at the gang members: "Robbery... hand over all the money you have!"
He happens to be a little short of money recently.
Those big men with bandages were on the verge of tears. They felt that the scene in front of them was so familiar...
