Chapter 446 Masquerade Ball (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

"Mr. Toman, would you like to have breakfast together? I have prepared the crown cocoa from South Indonesia..."

the next day.

In the morning, after Aaron got up, he saw the Remington couple waiting in the living room.

Since what happened last night, their attitude towards themselves can be regarded as flattering.

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

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

"Anyway, you've got that ticket."

Mr. Remington flushed all over his face: "Just by going to a high-end restaurant in Queens, you can meet a nobleman and form a friendship. You are too good... No, Mr. Toman, you were born to be People in that circle."

Usain was quick to do things, and after returning home, he arranged a chance encounter, which allowed Aaron to come into the sight of a certain nobleman, and he was invited naturally.

"It's just luck."

Aaron smiled evasively.

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

Not long after the good atmosphere passed, the doorbell rang.

"We don't seem to have guests with an appointment."

Mrs. Remington went to open the door, and then saw a group of people pouring in.

The leader is an old man whose hair is combed meticulously and who has more temperament than aristocrats: "My humble Jenkins, I am the owner of Jenkins' private tailor shop in Queens."

There seemed to be a ruler in his eyes, and he looked at Aaron: "Mr. Toman... I was ordered by a certain nobleman, and I will prepare dinner costumes for you. This time the ball is a masquerade ball... 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, which had full dresses on it.

"A private tailor in Queens?"

Mrs. Remington lowered her voice and bit her husband's ear: "Is it that kind of high-end customized luxury store that is said to only serve nobles?"

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

Mr. Remington also lowered his voice to answer.

"Okay, okay, I see."

On the other side, the Jenkins tailor had already noted down Aaron's size, bowed and said goodbye: "Then, I'll go back and prepare... Besides, the lord asked me to tell Mr. Princess Sophia will also be here, so don't be rude... If you need an etiquette teacher, I can introduce you."

"No."

After dismissing Jenkins and the others, Aaron looked at the Remingtons, whose eyes were shining brightly, and waved his hands: "If I say I don't know anything about the princess, it's an accident... Do you believe it?"

...

Prom day.

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

This is the consistent image of imperial soldiers.

Since it was a masquerade ball, there was naturally an element of 'acting', and Invensys had a strong atmosphere of military glory, so playing the role of a soldier was undoubtedly a very popular trend.

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

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

Both men and women in the crowd are all dressed up in strange clothes and masks. At first glance, it is indeed difficult to recognize who is who.

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

Looking at the grove of wine and meat, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

‘Although it is a masquerade ball, in fact, acquaintances can still guess one 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.

Among them was a silver-white masked girl with long platinum hair, wearing a bright dance skirt, and a pair of transparent wings behind her.

That one should be Princess Sofia.

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

Taking advantage of the attention of the princess at the ball, Aaron easily came to the second floor of the banquet hall.

There are many private rooms here, which are specially prepared for noble men and women who have an affair.

After all, high society seems to be polite, luxurious and extravagant...but in private, that's what it is.

"Come with me!"

When we reached the second floor, a masked girl in a maid's uniform was waiting immediately, and came to Aaron's side, lowering his voice.

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

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

After the oil painting, a shrine was erected impressively, with symbols and statues representing the 'Keeper of Secrets' on it.

Aaron glanced at the 'Keeper of Secrets' with a vague face, wearing a gray robe, with a bumpy figure, surrounded by decorations like the fog of history.

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

'Anyway, Lord Faneuil's family hides such things, and if the church finds out, his whole family will definitely be burned to death. '

A thought flashed through Aaron's mind, and he saw the girl take off her mask and pray devoutly: "I'm here to invite the 'Keeper of Secrets'!"

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

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

...

Along with the prayers in the spiritual language, Aaron suddenly felt an inexplicable power lingering in the room.

Even if they recite the honorable names of other Si Sui in this room, they will never hear them again.

And everything that happens will be strictly kept secret, and all divination and investigation will be isolated.

"Is this... the authority to 'keep secrets'?"

Aaron murmured.

"I've identified myself."

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... She was not mature enough to look like a young girl.

"Yes... According to the agreement, I will deal with the 'Son of Daybreak'!" Aaron sighed.

"That monster in Mithra's Palace, it should have died a long time 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 back.