Night fell.
Mrs. Adele of the Moonlight Inn had clearly dressed with great care.
She was only in her twenties. Her husband had died of illness several years ago, leaving her nothing but this inn.
In truth, the lady was quite beautiful and had no shortage of local suitors. One of them was even a military officer from the Governor's Mansion.
Yet for some reason, she remained cold and unreceptive toward them all.
The moonlight was deep.
Mrs. Adele glanced once more at the clock on the wall, then discreetly flicked her eyes toward the entrance to the lobby.
The sound of hoofbeats rang out.
With a hint of delight, she looked out the window.
There, a hired carriage came to a stop. Aaron strolled through the inn's doors with an arm around each of a pair of exotic sisters, their waists supple as snakes.
The smile on Mrs. Adele's face gradually stiffened...
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Morning.
Aaron drew back the curtains, letting the slightly blazing morning sun pour in through the window.
Another fair body on the bed stretched out an arm, seemingly trying to block the bright light, while disgruntled muttering came from her lips.
"Time to get to work, landlady."
Aaron teased her, dressed himself, and left the room.
Well, after watching him bring a different woman into his room almost every day over the past half month, Mrs. Adele had finally knocked directly on his door one night...
Aaron stepped out of the inn and stretched lazily toward the sun. "Time to get moving..."
Thinking back on this period, he really had fallen somewhat into decadence.
In terms of sheer absurdity, only that time in Plymouth—when he was a tutor by day and the leader of an evil