Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 447

[Chapter 446 Masquerade (please vote for me)]

“Mr. Toman, would you like to have breakfast with us? I have prepared the Crown Cocoa from South Indonesia…”

The next day.

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

Ever since what happened last night, their attitude toward him has been nothing short of flattering.

Well, I like drinking cocoa instead of coffee. I said it casually during 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 have already got the ticket.”

Mr. Remington said with satisfaction. His face turned red: “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 in that circle. “

Usain worked quickly. After returning, he arranged a chance encounter, which brought Aaron into the sight of a certain noble, and then he got the invitation naturally.

“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 hadn’t lasted long when the doorbell rang.

“We don’t seem to have any guests with 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, who was more elegant than an aristocrat: “My dear, Jenkins, is the owner of Jenkins’ private tailoring shop in the Queens District.” There

seemed to be a ruler in his eyes as he looked at Aaron: “Mr. Toman. …According to the instructions of a certain noble, I am here to prepare dinner clothes for you. This ball is a masquerade… What style do you want? Gentleman style? Military style?”

Jenkins asked the maid next to him to get it. Put up a clothes rack with complete gowns on it.

“A private tailor shop in the Queen’s District?”

Mrs. Remington lowered her voice and bit her husband’s ear: “Is it the kind of high-end custom-made luxury shop that is said to only provide door-to-door services to nobles?”

“Yes, I can guarantee it. Even a button on that sample is worth more than your most expensive evening gown,”

Mr. Remington replied in a low voice.

“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 adult also asked me to tell you Mr. Toman, Princess Sophia, the brightest pearl of the empire, will also be here at this ball, so don’t be rude… If you need an etiquette teacher, I can introduce him.”

“No need,”

sent Jenkins away. After waiting for others, Aaron looked at Mr. and Mrs. Remington, whose eyes were shining, and waved his hands: “If I say that I don’t know anything about the princess, it’s an accident… Do you believe it?”

…

The day of the dance.

Aaron put on the dress sent by Jenkins Tailor Shop – a black boat 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 residence, high-end carriages of nobles were already 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 with his legs crossed, a glass of wine swaying in his hand, and a smile on his lips.

‘Although it’s 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 stand-in 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, that’s all.

“Follow me!”

When they reached 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 room that was very private and soundproofed, 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, was wearing a gray robe, had a bumpy figure, and was surrounded by decorations that looked like the fog of history.

‘Um? ‘Secret Keeper’ turns out to be a female figure? This was the first time I saw his statue. ‘

‘Anyway, if Lord Faneuil has such a thing 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 am here to pay my respects to the ‘Keeper of Secrets’!”

“You are the recorder of secret history, the witness of all histories, the secret “Guardian!”

“I pray for your favor, I pray for your grace, I pray for you to keep this area a secret!”

…

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

inside the 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… Too mature to be 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.

(End of chapter)