September 25th.
33 Gold Rose Street.
Aaron dismantled the ritual and gazed at a set of brand-new bullets.
The grayish-brown bullets were etched with countless strange, twisted patterns. Their heads were oval, veined with pitch-black cracks like bolts of lightning.
These were the "Parasite Bullets" he had made using the contamination previously stripped from Nicholas. Excluding the failed attempts, four remained.
"The effects are about what I expected—intense contamination coupled with parasite eggs... Their power should be roughly on par with Evil Spirit Curse Bullets. So that Roberts fellow's strength is close to Auclair's evil spirit..."
Aaron took out his Revolver and loaded it in sequence with two Radiant Bullets, two contamination bullets, one Evil Spirit Bullet, and one Parasite Bullet, then tucked the firearm at his waist.
Next, he put formal attire over his white shirt and slipped the box containing the Green Forest Ring of Power into his pocket.
"This counts as being fully armed. Even if the Investigation Bureau surrounded me, I could force my way out by killing my way through..."
Aaron silently mocked himself and walked out the front door.
At the entrance, the coachman Ramiz had long been waiting. Seeing him emerge, he immediately removed his hat and bowed. "Good day, young master!"
Well, at the head maid's suggestion, he had already rented a carriage and coachman Ramiz on a long-term basis, spending quite a few Gold Pounds in the process.
But to Aaron, none of that was anything significant.
After all, Green Forest was all his territory. If he wanted money, he could simply go "collect taxes."
'But the resources I need now aren't something a few Gold Pounds can buy... Really counting it up, I'd need at least a thousand pounds!'
Aaron quietly calculated, 'It would be more reliable to get the