Snowflakes fell from the sky.
Chris was wearing a black cashmere suit with two rows of bronze buttons. He was holding a large black umbrella and a thick book under his arm. He knocked on the door of an exquisite villa in the Queen's District.
"Mr. Chris, the young master is waiting for you in the small classroom."
The person who opened the door was a pretty girl in a black and white maid dress. She seemed to be very familiar with Chris as she smiled.
"Okay."
Chris walked into the villa. The warm fireplace chased away the chill. He could not help but yawn as he felt a little drowsy.
'Working three jobs and studying at the same time, it's too tiring … No, I have to keep going, especially not in front of the Wharton family. Because of their generosity, I have hope of getting 80 pounds to buy the mystical knowledge of [Spirit Child] before next year, which is a year before the black fog dissipates … '
Seeing that the master of the house was not around and only a maid noticed his yawn, Chris heaved a sigh of relief.
He did not want to be seen as slacking off, so he wiped his face and walked into the small classroom with a full smile. "Good day, Mr. Wharton!"
Wharton was a boy around the age of 11 or 12. He wore a thick fur coat. He stood up and bowed in a serious manner, giving off a stiff feeling.
Perhaps this had something to do with the education of his father, a strict brigadier in the army.
"Today … we will continue to learn about the ancient Mien language. Its pronunciation is related to mysticism and can be used by normal people to activate supernatural powers. Until now, it is still widely used in all kinds of secret rituals … Every pronunciation must be accurate, serious, and concise … Otherwise, if you anger the gods, your life might be in danger."
Chris said sternly.
"I understand …" Little Wharton nodded solemnly.
As a member of the upper class living in the Queen's District, the education of children would naturally include mysticism.
And what Chris was currently teaching was only the most basic of words and languages.
He heard that the children of the upper class would enter the real mystical academy after their coming of age ceremony at 16. How envious …
Chris, who was already a university student and one of the top intellectuals in the country, sighed in his heart.
Shortly after, he saw a maid bring in a tea set and pour a cup of steaming hot coffee.
'Miss Lilia is also a good and understanding maid. Unfortunately … I definitely can't afford to hire her … It's said that in some noble families, even the servants and cooks are hereditary. The grandfather is the manservant, the father is the manservant, and the son is still the manservant …'
Chris suddenly trembled and took a sip of his coffee.
As a tutor of a noble family, he was fortunate enough to be invited to enjoy afternoon tea with the lady of the house, the brigadier general's wife, and Wharton Jr.
Seizing this rare opportunity, Kerry, who hadn't eaten lunch, swiftly and elegantly finished the cream cookies and honey cake …
Just then, the old butler walked over quickly and whispered a few words to the mistress.
The brigadier-general's wife gracefully apologized to him, and hastily left the conservatory.
Soon after, the sound of intense discussion and soft sobbing came from outside.
"It seems that because the kingdom's army has lost the war in the east, a series of redeployments will be carried out … That brigadier general may be going to the battlefield. Is Madam worried about this?"
Chris sighed softly. He suddenly felt that the so-called upper class society was not so beautiful after all.
…
Inside the study.
Chung Shen-soo sat behind the desk with a solemn expression, one hand lightly tapping on the mahogany table.
He was thinking about the problem of cultivation.
After looting Dragon Tiger Mountain, he had obtained the complete Supreme Dragon Tiger Calamity Suppression Mystic Sutra and Great Yin Refinement Scripture. It could be said that all the inheritances of the Supreme Dragon Tiger Sect were in his hands. He could cultivate all the way to Undead Immortal without any difficulty.
Of course, the path he was taking was gradually different from the Supreme Dragon Tiger Calamity Suppression True Seal Divine Technique. These techniques were at most references.
After such a long period of comprehension and comparison with the various ancient books in the small Supreme Emperor Heaven, he finally sorted out the contents of the Four Calamities of the Primordial Soul.
"Although my combat power is comparable to half a Dharmakaya, combat power is combat power, and cultivation is cultivation … I've just broken through to the Primordial Soul and haven't gone through one calamity. I have to go through four calamities before I can condense the Dharma Form and cultivate to the completion of the Primordial Soul to try breaking through to the Dharmakaya …
"This Primordial Soul Calamity is even more mysterious than the three disasters of the Golden Core. It can be a human calamity, a heavenly calamity, an emotional calamity, or a mental calamity … There are all kinds of strange things, and they often break out in unexpected places. Even the person involved can only feel that they have passed one calamity after going through it … It's very troublesome.
"Even with the Calamity Suppression Mystic Sutra, there are many Primordial Souls of the Dragon Tiger Sect who have fallen under the calamity …
"But after studying the mysterious system of the West, I have another idea. Maybe I can combine the authority of the Door of All Doors and create a clone, or send a second Primordial Soul to cross worlds to experience the calamity … Anyway, I am the only one. If they pass the calamity, I pass the calamity … It will greatly increase the speed of cultivation."
He gradually had some ideas in his mind. He put on his coat and walked out of the villa.
Joel opened the carriage door attentively and sat with the driver.
"Go to Anna's house!"
Then, Chung Shen-soo's voice came from the carriage.
Joel and the driver didn't show any unusual expressions. Instead, they tried to choose the most remote route and avoided crowded places. They were very talented in espionage.
"This feels a little strange. Openly taking his secretary and chauffeur to have an affair?"
Inside the carriage, Chung Shen-soo had a subtle expression on his face. He had to admit that the people of the Clement Kingdom were very open-minded in this regard.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a secluded villa. Well, it stopped at the back door.
Chung Shen-soo got off the carriage and said to the driver, "Come pick me up in an hour. Don't stay here forever."
The driver nodded and drove the carriage away.
Joel knocked on the door and saw Ms. Anna's maid. She came to open the door and let them in.
In the living room, Ms. Anna, with soft brown hair, green eyes and skin as smooth as milk, came out to greet them.
"What a stunner. No wonder the master of a traveler stopped in his tracks …"
Joel glanced at him without anyone noticing, then lowered his head.
"You're here!"
Anna's calm voice sounded.
"Yes, let's go to the bedroom."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and went to the bedroom with Anna. He closed the thick soundproof door.
"Ms. Anna is really cold. Maybe that's her personality. And the master is also not at all … not a gentleman. Straight to the point … Is this the return of wildness that the upper class advocates?"
Joel was still indulging in his own fantasies.
At this time, he saw the maid opposite him, who looked ordinary but had a good figure, give him an indecipherable look. She walked into the guest room next door, "The masters still need a long time. Do you want to rest? I've prepared tea and snacks … "
Joel immediately understood the meaning of the look. He put aside his gentlemanly demeanor and quickly followed her in. "Yes, I like tea!"
In his heart, he quickly muttered to himself, "That's right.
"Praise the return of wildness!"
…
In the bedroom, Anna returned to the appearance of Zhu Qingliu. Her face was a little red. "I want to fire this maid …"
Although she thought that she had done it secretly, she did not know who their master was.
"She didn't make any obvious mistakes. This is the price of disguise …"
Chung Shen-soo held back his laughter and asked seriously, "Why did you ask me to come?"
"I received a letter. Yes, a letter … I have to say, the kingdom's postal system has provided us with a lot of convenience …"
Zhu Qingliu returned to the main topic. "We are planning an assassination. Our target is Senator Bornke!"
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