Before dawn.
With the last trace of darkness before sunrise as cover, Aaron climbed into his room, took off his clothes, and went to sleep beside Chanivet.
He had stuffed the Green Forest Ring of Power, which housed the Evil Spirit, into an iron box and sealed it with a spiritual seal.
After reviewing everything that had happened that night, he was fairly satisfied.
He had not only fleeced a group of suckers, earning £2,300 in cash and even more spiritual materials, but had also prepared a decent trump card.
As for Spet, the Bone Worship Society's leader, Savage Bone... I'll let him live for now...
Spet was on the verge of advancing to the Fourth Primordial, and he also possessed a Non-Human-level Strange Object. He had Non-Human-level combat strength, putting him on par with Aaron.
Until he learned more about that Non-Human-level Strange Object, Aaron didn't want to clash with him.
After all, there were weaknesses to controlling the Evil Spirit in battle.
His unconscious body was the biggest vulnerability!
And I got another mask... I can use it to pose as someone possessed by an ancient Evil Spirit of Sothos...
As Aaron pondered, he noticed Chanivet waking beside him. She gazed at his face, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Darling, you were amazing last night..."
As the sun rose, Aaron went downstairs and saw Hank, the manager of the racetrack. He raised a hand in greeting. "Good morning!"
"Good morning."
Hank gave Aaron a once-over, then leaned closer and said in a tone every man understood, "Well done. Chanivet was moaning half the night. I've never heard her like that before..."
Aaron: "..."
Had the talisman worked a little too well?
"It's all in the technique..." He answered with a knowing smile.
"Tell me the truth.