Mysterious Tribulation

September 25.

Golden Rose Street, 33.

Aaron took off the ceremony and looked at a new set of bullets.

The surface of the gray-brown bullet is engraved with a lot of weird twisted patterns, and the bullet is oval in shape, with lightning-like black cracks.

This is the ‘parasite bullet’ he made using the pollution previously removed from Nicholas. After removing the failed works, there are four remaining.

"The effect is about the same as I guess, the intense pollution plus the parasite eggs... the power should be as different as the'evil curse bullet', so the strength of Roberts is close to the evil spirit of O'Clair..."

Aaron took out the revolver and loaded them with two brilliant bullets, two polluting bullets, one evil spirit bullet, and one parasite bullet in turn, pinning the gun to his waist.

Immediately, he dressed in a white shirt jacket, and put a box containing the "Green Forest Power Ring" in his pocket.

"This can be considered fully armed, even if the Bureau of Investigation is besieging me, it can be forced out..."

Aaron said silently in his heart and walked out the door.

At the door, the coachman Ramitz had already waited. When he saw him coming out, he immediately took off his hat and saluted: "Good day, master!"

Well, at the suggestion of the maid, he had rented a carriage for a long time, as well as the coachman Ramitz, which cost a lot of gold.

But to Aaron, these are nothing.

Anyway, the Green Forest is his territory, and if you want money, you can ‘collect taxes’.

‘But the resources I need right now can’t be bought with a little gold...If you really count it, at least it will cost thousands of pounds! ’

Aaron secretly calculated in his heart: ‘I still get the dream positioning method from Liliat, and then go find more reliable...’

‘If mystery resources are not included, even the contribution of the Iron Fist alone will allow me to maintain a life in the upper class...’

He got into the carriage and leaned on the soft velvet cushion, and Ramitz's voice came from his ear: "Where are you going today?"

"Mr. Xilin's painting exhibition, William Mark had an appointment before..."

Aaron ordered, and the carriage set off immediately.

Xilin is an oil painting merchant. For this exhibition, he invited many gentlemen and ladies from the upper class.

When Aaron came to the exhibition, he even saw a carriage with a noble badge parked, and the badge on it was familiar.

After carefully recalling it, I immediately remembered: ‘Isn’t that the hapless Lord Lake’s carriage? His auction items have been destroyed by me and turned into evil spirit cursed bullets...’

‘Now, even if he finds the best fortune-teller, he won’t be able to find him...’

"You are here, my friend!"

William Mark looked a little sluggish, but he stepped forward enthusiastically and shook hands with Aaron.

"Mr. Mark, it's great to see you recover."

Aaron also smiled.

After the last auction, William Mark contracted a migraine problem. He has been treated with the help of a private doctor and rarely goes out to participate in activities.

This painting exhibition can also be regarded as an announcement that the other party has returned to the social circle.

"It's really unfortunate that I bumped my head at the auction. My friend, Dr. Hannibal, told me that this is a very dangerous situation... Fortunately, I recovered well after taking his medicine."

William Mark and Aaron walked into the exhibition together and saw a well-dressed gentleman and lady standing in front of the oil painting, constantly commenting.

If it is a guy who is not well-dressed and does not fit well, the guard at the door will directly stop him.

Aaron actually didn't understand oil painting, let alone the genre that this world produced.

Only through some landscapes and portraits can roughly confirm that this painter is biased towards realistic style.

This is very good, he can't appreciate it too abstract.

"Mr. Xilin is a businessman who knows marketing very well. The talented painter he launched this time is called Sisyph Solo. Judging from the colors, lines and space of these works... I think the painting art of the other party is quite good. Especially in terms of lines, look at this line, which perfectly divides the proportions of the characters and the landscape, following the golden rule..."

William Mark is very talkative and seems to have a deep research on oil painting: "Solo painter has the potential to become a master, Xilin is lucky this time..."

Aaron was noncommittal, wandering in front of the paintings.

The atmosphere in the gallery is relatively quiet, and occasional conversations are also very low.

In the end, he stopped in front of an oil painting called ‘The Door’.

On the canvas that is more than 3 feet in length and width, only a dark red door is depicted, and there is intense darkness around it.

In the darkness, there was a little blue light, like a star, but it gave people a sea-like whirlpool.

The dark red door door is extremely realistic, it seems that the wood texture above can be clearly seen, the door door is half open, and there seems to be a mysterious light source overflowing from inside...

‘There’s something wrong with it, it gives people the feeling of watching the secret transmission, but it’s very light...it’s lighter than "Song of Workers and Insects". ’

Aaron said to himself.

He inexplicably guessed that Sisyph Solo was probably an extraordinary person, and even used some mysterious skills in creating this oil painting.

"Do you like this picture too?"

William Mark exclaimed: "Mr. Solo is a realistic painter, but although this'door' is extremely realistic and shows deep sketching skills, the darkness and light source give me a mysterious sense of abstraction... "

"Thank you for your appreciation. Sisyphus would be very happy if he knew."

At this time, a middle-aged man in formal clothes with gray curly hair and a slightly fat round face came over.

"Aaron, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Xilin!"

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"Mr. Jugs, do you want to buy this ‘door’?" Xilin smiled very kindly: "As long as £20, this is my friendly price!"

Aaron thought for a while. It felt that it was indeed not expensive and involved mystery. It happened to be this opportunity to get to know Sisyphus and get in touch with another mysterious circle.

William Mark looked around, with doubts on his face: "Why didn't you see Sisyph Solo on such an important day?"

Xilin's expression instantly became unnatural, and he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped the non-existent sweat: "When I was about to go out today, Sisyph suddenly encountered something and was asked by Glamorgan to investigate... "

His voice became lower, but he didn't lie. After all, the news would spread soon, and there was no point in lying.

"What's the reason?" William Mark suddenly became a little dissatisfied.

"I can reduce the price, as long as 15 pounds..." Xilin squeezed a smile on his face: "It's not a big deal. I was asked by a strange department to say what the content review department is... I have never heard of this department in Glamorgan. ."

After Aaron listened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: ‘Could it be that the Bureau of Investigation is eyeing you? Well, it’s really very possible...’

At this moment, a guy dressed like a servant rushed into the exhibition and whispered a few words beside Xilin.

Aaron saw that Xilin’s expression was shocked with a little ecstasy, and then he became mournful. He announced loudly, "Gentlemen and ladies... I will tell you an unfortunate news. Our young talented painter, Sisyph Solo, has died unfortunately. , May the Holy Spirit accept his soul!"

After a pause, he said seriously to Aaron and William: "The door costs 50 pounds. Believe me, it will appreciate soon!"