Jazz (Congratulations to Alliance Leader Supreme Emperor Who Opens Heaven and Holds the Talisman of the Mysterious Firmament!)

The next day.

Aaron went out in the morning and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch at a discount at the Witch's House.

In the afternoon, he went to see a circus performance. He spent the whole day idling about, perfectly matching the image of a rich young man in the landlady's and the neighbors' eyes.

That evening, he went to visit Mr. Clark Das.

"Put this on."

Clark Das handed him a long black hooded robe. Along with the soft black robe was an iron mask that could cover everything above the mouth.

"This is a gathering where everyone conceals their identities. The participants may include Esoteric Sect followers, heretics, or even Investigation Bureau informants, so it isn't safe. We need to be careful about everything."

He added another warning.

"I have some confidence in my own skills." Aaron patted the holster and sword at his waist.

"It's best not to get into a fight... Unless the other party makes the first move, you'll definitely be unwelcome next time."

Clark Das drove the carriage himself, and they arrived at the Iver Bridge District.

It was right beside the Mother River. Looking up, they could see the iron bridge stretching from east to west.

The buildings around them were all shack-like, with each pair of families sharing a wall. Houses of various heights crowded together, and the many narrow alleys formed a labyrinth. There was no shortage of homeless people and beggars.

Clearly, this was a slum, the place where the police invested the least effort.

There were even rumors that unless those black dogs mustered a group of at least ten and carried firearms, they wouldn't dare enter a place like this to conduct inspections.

*The population is diverse, the terrain is convenient, and it's easy to conceal your identity and