Mysterious Tribulation

Aaron looked at Nicholas Inam, but in the memory of that secret party, he had a medium build and a gentle voice. He took out a volume of fake Aaron technology manuscripts, and wanted to acquire the mysterious man from the secret of Yao. !

Thinking of this, he looked at it without a trace.

‘The body is slightly different, and the voice is even more different. Although one is gentle and mellow, the other is magnetic, but as a choir manager, the skill to change voice is normal. I still believe in my spiritual intuition! ’

‘I’ve locked you in, Mr. ‘Priest’! ’

A smile appeared on Aaron's face.

‘I just don’t know if this priest Inam will be behind Jack’s incident...’

He was about to talk a few more words with the other party, when an old man with slightly gray hair suddenly walked towards him.

The other party's eyes were warm and elegant, wearing the black robe of the archbishop, and two priests behind him.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

Chris and Nicholas quickly stepped aside and bowed in salute.

"May the Holy Spirit bless you!"

Archbishop Roberts John Schaller responded gently and smiled at Aaron.

‘This is the archbishop who reported embezzlement in the newspapers, which led to the scandal of St. Avalon’s Cathedral shutdown... I have to say, it looks good, and it doesn’t look like a bad person at all. ’

Looking at the other side's back, Aaron sighed with emotion.

But he also knows that this is normal. After all, there is no bad person who will engrave the word ‘bad’ on his face.

...

Golden Rose Street, 33.

Aaron was sitting at the desk by the window, holding a golden pen in his hand.

"The stepping point has already been stepped on, the next step is to foretell the degree of danger, and then go and get a vote..."

"No, it's not a vote... The lord collects religious taxes, it is reasonable and legal! They owe me a thousand years of taxes!"

I have to say that the church wealth introduced by Chris today really made Aaron a little heart-shaped.

If there are enough gold pounds, low-level occult materials will not be a problem at all.

Boom!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Aaron spoke, saw Silvia coming in, and respectfully placed a piece of letterhead on the table: "Master...this is the letter just sent by the driver of Clark Dass."

"Oh, got it."

He took it casually, opened it, and found that it was an invitation letter from Clark Dass, asking him to go to Dass's house at night to discuss important matters.

"Go back and let the coachman tell Mr. Darth, I will be there."

Aaron put down the letter and let Silvia go out, sighing suddenly: "No religious tax can be collected tonight..."

...

night.

Aaron was wearing a white shirt, a black waistcoat, and a long slender dark walking stick in his hand, and got into the rental carriage.

"Clark doesn't know what to do with me. He is a professor of history. In fact, there are a lot of things..."

When we arrived at Wutong Street and entered the gate of Das's house, a person greeted us first, Bruce Field wearing golden glasses.

His face was red with excitement. Seeing the servant go down, he immediately stepped forward and punched Aaron, lowering his voice: "Aaron...Why didn't you tell me before that you are a member of that world?"

Aaron looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Your teacher didn't tell you? By the way, congratulations on your truly becoming his apprentice."

When Bruston looked straight, he became serious: "Thank you, I will work hard."

‘It’s not a question of trying hard or not, even in the mysterious world, the more you know, the more dangerous...’

Aaron murmured in his heart, entered the study with Bruce, and saw Clark Dass holding a meerschaum pipe in his mouth.

"You are here, Aaron."

Clark Dass took down the pipe and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, congratulations on getting an excellent apprentice."

Aaron smiled back.

"Excellent? He is still very early." Clark Das shook his head: "However, I do have something to ask you...The entry of the'secret' path requires awakening and accumulation of the spirituality of the'secret', my school , Is obtained from historical sites and cultural relics using archaeological methods..."

"It turned out to be so."

Aaron nodded, and he suddenly understood why Clark Dass was so eager for historical relics before.

"The items in my hand have been consumed almost, and there was no gain from the last party, but it just happened... I recently inspected history and obtained the address of an abandoned ruin from it. I want to hire you to protect me and my students together. Go there and hold a ceremony for him in the ruins. At the same time, I have some other things to do."

Clark Dastan said.

"Why me?" Aaron asked strangely.

"It is difficult for mysteries to trust each other, and I am more assured of you. In the last incident, you also proved your strength... and, in the end, Bruce's strong recommendation!"

"Although I still have a few candidates, the one with the highest level of trust just happened to have something recently, and the others are not so trustworthy...Compared, 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 immediately agree.

"Of course... it's not far away. It's in the Tangiera Mountains, a three-hour train ride away... As for the degree of danger? Although it belongs to a certain esoteric group, it has long been abandoned... It has no value, except It's beyond the attraction of the'secret' beyond me..."

Clark is also a very cautious person: "Actually, there should be no danger along the way. You are hired just in case. As for the specific information, for the sake of confidentiality, I can only tell you after you agree."

"It turns out that the introductory of the apprentice of the ‘secret’ requires a ritual in a place rich in history?"

Aaron nodded: "Please let me go back and think about it, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."

He was going to go back to divination and then reply.

"Yes, this is your freedom."

Clark Dass is very calm ~www.novelmt.com~ and even admires a little.

He looked at his apprentice again, helplessness appeared on his face.

...

"Explore the ruins?"

In the middle of the night, Aaron, who had returned home, pondered and threw a coin.

Snapped!

The coin is placed on the table by invisible force, which represents 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 is really difficult to fortune out the results in detail."

"At most, some vague results are obtained."

Aaron thought for a while, redesigned the divination sentence, and tossed a coin.

"This time the danger is not great!"

Snapped!

The coin faces up, affirming.