"Although... there's a chance that I, the chairman, could be overthrown by a united vote from the board, but that would be another matter..."
Aaron locked the drawer, adding a layer of spiritual sealing.
With Roberts dead, although the Investigation Bureau would inevitably continue pursuing the newly emerged mysterious powerhouse, Green Forest Cathedral could close the case.
Presumably, the previous high-pressure situation would ease, and there would no longer be such intensive investigations.
Nightfall.
After contentedly finishing Sylvia's veal steak, Aaron sipped lemonade as he asked, "Is there still enough money in the accounts? How is your self-study going?"
Ever since Sylvia had followed his advice last time, she had continued pursuing professional studies.
Aaron had also entrusted part of the cash to her management without concern.
It could be said that Sylvia was now not merely the head maid; she was also handling the duties of a housekeeper's assistant, or even a housekeeper.
"There is still enough. Please rest assured, Young Master."
Sylvia took out a small wax-paper packet. Inside were several white pills, carrying a faint sweet scent like candy.
"These were brought by the street patrol officer this afternoon. He said that the waterworks had been found to have water-quality problems, and there might be a large number of parasites... Although boiling the water would kill all the parasites in it, it would be safer to take some deworming medicine... These deworming pills are being distributed free throughout the city..."
Sylvia hesitated, goosebumps rising all over her skin.
"What? Is there something else you're hiding?"
Aaron asked with a smile.
"No, it's just that speaking of such things before you would be somewhat improper and terribly unbecoming, Young Master..." Sylvia replied, blushing.
"Just say it."
Aaron waved a hand. "I'm not one of those old fossils."
"When