Aaron bade Clark farewell and returned to the carriage.
By then, martial law had once again been imposed on the streets. Knowing what had happened, he could not be bothered to listen to the coachman's complaints and had him take him home.
Once I'm back, I can begin preparing to unlock the Third Primordial... Fortunately, I already have the main ingredient. There are no difficulties left...
Gold Rose Street.
After entering his home, Aaron saw William Mark waiting in the living room.
Despair, agitation, and unease filled his expression. Ignoring the tea and muffins Sylvia had served, he did nothing but pace back and forth through the room.
"Mr. William Mark arrived early this morning. He's already been waiting for three hours..."
Sylvia stepped forward, took Aaron's hat, and explained softly.
"Oh, my friend..."
When William Mark saw Aaron, his expression became somewhat unnatural, as though he were ashamed. "I regret not taking your advice... That 'Eugene' was a swindler! He cheated me out of a great sum of money... If I can't repay the bank loan, I'll go bankrupt. My house, carriage, and land will all be auctioned off... My wife and children will have no choice but to squeeze into public housing in the slums..."
It seems poor Mr. Mark still fell into the trap.
Aaron's expression did not change as he asked, "What did that 'Eugene' look like? Did you report it to Glamorgan Yard?"
William Mark's eyes were bloodshot. He seemed not to have rested in a long while. After giving a brief description, he sighed. "I originally thought he was a gentle and wise Beyonder, but in truth... his so-called 'witchcraft' was just sleight of hand!"
From that description, he sounds like the ringleader of that fraud gang.
Aaron nodded inwardly, recalling how, when he