Mysterious Tribulation

Aaron looked at Nicholas Inam, but in his memory came the mysterious person who was at the secret gathering. He was of medium stature and had a warm and mellow voice. !

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, and the other is magnetic, as a choir manager, it is normal to be able to change voice skills. I still believe in my spiritual intuition! ’

'Locked on you, Mr. Priest! ’

A smile appeared on Aaron's face.

'I just don't know if this priest Inam might be the mastermind behind Jack's incident...'

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

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

His Excellency the Archbishop!

Chris and Nicholas quickly moved out of the way and bowed to salute.

May the Holy Spirit bless you!

Archbishop Roberts John Schaller responded mildly and smiled at Aaron.

'This is the archbishop who was rumored to have embezzled funds and caused the scandal of St. Avalon's Cathedral to stop work... I have to say, he looks good and doesn't look like a bad person at all. ’

Looking at the other party's back, Aaron sighed in his heart.

But he also knew that this was normal. After all, no bad person would have the word 'bad' engraved on his face.

...

Golden Rose Street, 33.

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

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

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

I have to say that the wealth of the church that Chris introduced today really moved Aaron.

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

dong dong!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Enter!

Aaron opened his mouth, saw Sylvia come in, and put a letter on the table respectfully: Master... This is a letter just sent by Mr. Clark Das's driver.

Oh, I see.

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

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

Aaron put the letter down, let Sylvia go out, and suddenly sighed: I can't collect religious taxes tonight...

...

night.

Aaron, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with a slender pitch-black cane in his hand, got into the taxi.

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

After reaching Wutong Street and entering the gate of Das's house, a person greeted him first, Bruce Field wearing gold glasses.

His face was flushed with excitement. When he saw 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: Didn't your teacher tell you? By the way, congratulations on becoming his apprentice.

Bruceton's expression became serious at the time, and he became serious: Thank you, I will try my best.

This is not a question of working hard or not, even in the mysterious world, the more you know, the more dangerous it is...

Aaron complained in his heart, entered the study with Bruce, and saw Clark Das with a meerschaum pipe.

You're here, Aaron.

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

Yes, congratulations on getting an excellent apprentice.

Aaron smiled back.

Excellent? He's 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 'secret' spirituality, my faction , obtained from historical relics and cultural relics by means of archaeology and other methods...

So it is.

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

The items in my hand are almost exhausted, and I didn't gain anything from the last meeting, but it just happened... I recently investigated the history and obtained the address of an abandoned ruins. I want to hire you to protect me and my students, together Go there and perform a ceremony for him in the ruins, while I have other things to do.

Clarke Dustin said succinctly.

Why me? Aaron asked curiously.

It's difficult for mysterious people to trust each other, and I'm more at ease with you. In the last incident, you also proved your strength...and, finally, Bruce's strong recommendation!

Although I still have a few candidates, the one with the highest degree of trust just happened to have an incident recently, and the rest are not so trustworthy... In comparison, I would prefer to hire you.

Clark Das laughed: If you want, I can pay 200 pounds for this!

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, in the Tangiera Mountains, a three-hour train ride away...how dangerous is it? Although it belongs to a certain esoteric group, it has long since been abandoned...it has no value, except In addition to attracting the 'secret' Beyonders like me...

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

It turns out that the entry of the apprentice of 'Secret' needs to be performed in a place rich in history?

Aaron nodded: Please allow me to go back and think about it and give you an answer tomorrow.

He was going to go back for a divination before answering.

Yes, this is your freedom.

Clark Das was very calm, even a little appreciative.

He glanced at his apprentice again, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

...

Explore the ruins?

Late at night, Aaron, who came home, pondered and tossed a coin.

Snapped!

The coin was placed on the table by an invisible force, representing the failure of the divination.

After a while, the invisible force dissipated, and it rolled down, but the result at this time was meaningless.

It is really difficult to predict the results in detail.

At most, get some vague results.

Aaron thought about it, redesigned the divination statement, and tossed the coin.

This time there is not much danger!

Snapped!

The coin is heads up, indicating yes.