Mysterious Tribulation

"Mr. Toman, do you want to come and have breakfast, I have prepared the crown cocoa of South Indonesia..."

the next day.

Early in the morning, after Aaron got up, he saw the Remingtons waiting in the living room.

Since what happened last night, their attitude towards themselves is simply flattering.

Well, I like drinking cocoa instead of coffee, and I said it casually at breakfast yesterday.

A helpless, wry smile appeared on his face: "Okay...but don't ask again, didn't I explain it? It was just an accident!"

"Anyway, you've got that ticket."

Mr. Remington blushed: "Just by going to a high-end restaurant in the Queen's district, you can meet a nobleman and form a friendship. You are so amazing... No, Mr. Tommen, you should be born to be people in that circle."

Usain acted quickly. After returning, he arranged a chance encounter, allowing Aaron to enter the sight of a certain noble, and then he was invited logically.

"Just luck."

Aaron smiled defiantly.

The three of them enjoyed breakfast together, and Mr. Remington kept boasting about his son, as if implying something.

It wasn't long before the good vibes passed when the doorbell rang.

"We don't seem to have any guests by appointment."

Mrs Remington went to open the door and saw a crowd pouring in.

The leader is an old man whose hair is meticulously combed and has more temperament than a nobleman: "Forcing Jenkins, he is the owner of Jenkins' private tailor shop in the Queen's District."

There seemed to be a ruler in his eyes, and he looked at Aaron: "Mr. Tommen... Under the order of a certain noble, I will prepare dinner clothes for you, this ball is a masquerade... What style do you want? Gentleman style? Military style?"

As Jenkins said, he asked the maid next to him to pick up the clothes rack with full dresses on it.

"A private tailor's shop in the Queen's Quarter?"

Mrs. Remington lowered her voice and bit her husband's ear: "Is that the kind of high-end custom luxury store that is said to only provide door-to-door service for nobles?"

"Yes, I can guarantee that even that kind of dress, a button on it is worth more than your most expensive evening dress."

Mr. Remington answered in a similarly lowered voice.

"Okay, okay, I see."

On the other side, the tailor Jenkins had already recorded Aaron's size, and bowed down to say goodbye: "Then, I'll go back and prepare... In addition, the lord asked me to tell Mr. Tommen that this dance is the most dazzling empire in the empire. Princess Sophia will be there too, so don't be rude...if you need an etiquette teacher, I can introduce it."

"No."

After sending Jenkins and the others away, Aaron looked at the Remington couple whose eyes were shining, and waved: "If I say I don't know anything about the princess at all, it's an accident... Do you believe it?"

...

prom day.

Aaron changed into a dress from the Jenkins tailor—a black boat hat, a red uniform with a stand-up collar, white leather pants, high leather boots, and a decorative saber hanging from his waist.

This is the consistent image of the imperial soldier.

Since it is a masquerade ball, there is naturally an element of "acting", and Invis has a strong atmosphere of military glory, and playing a soldier is undoubtedly a trend that follows the trend.

Aaron put a silver mask on his face and got out of the carriage.

Outside the mansion of Lord Faneuil, the high-end carriages of nobles were already parked.

In the crowd, both men and women are dressed in strange clothes and masks, and it is difficult to recognize who is who at first glance.

Aaron came to the door, showed the invitation, and was invited into the banquet hall.

Looking at the staggered wine pool and meat forest, he sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, a glass of wine swaying in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

'Although it's a masquerade party, acquaintances can actually guess one or two... Not to mention, this is an extraordinary world. ’

After a group of people entered, it immediately attracted the attention of the entire dance party.

One of them was a girl with long white blond hair, wearing a bright dancing dress, and a pair of transparent wings behind her. She was even more favored by the stars.

That should be Princess Sophia.

'Or...a substitute for the princess? ’

Aaron easily came to the second floor of the banquet hall when all the attention of the ball was attracted by the princess.

There are a lot of private rooms here, specially prepared for the aristocratic men and women who are cheating.

After all, the upper class seems polite and luxurious...but that's what happens in private.

"Come with me!"

On the second floor, a masked girl in a maid's uniform was waiting immediately, came to Aaron's side, and lowered her voice.

The two walked into a room with good privacy and sound insulation, and the girl locked the door directly.

Immediately, she pulled away the oil painting on the wall.

After the oil painting ~www.readwn.com~, there is a shrine with symbols and statues representing the 'keeper of secrets'.

Aaron glanced at it. The 'Keeper' had a blurry face, wearing a gray robe, with a bumpy figure, surrounded by decorations like a fog of history.

'Ok? The 'Keeper' turned out to be a female figure? It was the first time I saw his idol. ’

'Anyway, Lord Faneuil's house hides this kind of thing, and if the church knows about it, his whole family will be burned to death. ’

A thought flashed through Aaron's mind, and he saw the girl picking

"You are the recorder of secret history, the witness of all histories, and the guardian of secrets!"

"I pray for your favor, I pray for your gifts, I pray for you to keep this area 'secret'!"

...

Along with the prayer in the spirit world language, Aaron suddenly felt an inexplicable power lingering in this room.

Even if other Si Sui's honorable names are recited in this room, they will not hear it again.

And everything that happens will be strictly 'secret', isolating all divination and exploration.

"Is this... the authority of 'secret keeping'?"

Aaron murmured.

"I've proven myself."

At this time, the girl turned around, revealing delicate cheeks and purple eyes: "You are that person?"

There was scrutiny, suspicion, and solemnity in her eyes... she didn't look mature like a girl.

"Yes...According to the agreement, I will solve the 'child of dawn'!" Aaron sighed.

"That monster in the Mithra Palace, it should have died long ago!" A trace of hatred flashed on 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 back.