The following day.
Aaron went out in the morning and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch at the House of the Witch after a discount.
In the afternoon, he went to see a circus performance, doing nothing all day, which perfectly fit the image of a wealthy young master in the eyes of his landlady and the surrounding people.
That evening, Aaron went to visit Mr. Clark Dass.
"Put it on."
Clark Dass handed over a black hooded robe, and on the soft black robe was a black iron mask that covered everything above the mouth.
"It's a gathering to hide identities. Participants may include cultists and heretics, even undercover agents from the investigation bureau. It's not safe, so we must be careful."
He reminded again.
"I have some confidence in my own skills." Aaron patted the gun holster and sword at his waist.
"It's best not to have any conflicts... Unless they start it, you'll definitely be on the unwelcome list next time."
