No. 33, Golden Rose Street.
After parting ways with Bruce, Aaron hailed a carriage and returned to his lodgings.
"Good day, Mr. Aaron. I hear you visited the museum today?"
Mrs. Abel, the landlady, had just stepped outside. When she saw Aaron, a fawning expression appeared on her face.
In this era, the true mark of high society was dressing elegantly and respectably while not working, living off land and capital.
Aaron fit that description perfectly, so Mrs. Abel took him for someone from high society, perhaps even a nobleman's son. She was always very attentive to him.
And he was quite generous, too.
Unlike laborers who rented just one room and expected the landlord to provide all three meals, this handsome young gentleman called "Aaron" had rented an entire building!
Word was that he was a wealthy young man traveling the country. He liked Green Forest City's scenery and planned to stay for a while, but since he had only recently arrived, he hadn't yet had time to find a butler and servants.
"Yes, the Green Banyan in the castle has quite captivated me... Perhaps I'll paint it one day..."
Aaron nodded with reserved elegance and went inside.
He had discovered that pretending to be a respectable gentleman really did have its advantages. People treated him politely wherever he went, and he naturally found it easy to earn their trust.
The patrolmen didn't dare approach him to ask questions. Instead, they took off their hats and greeted him from a distance. That said plenty.
Back in his bedroom, he took off his jacket, lay down on the soft mattress, and closed his eyes. Soon, he was snoring softly.
At dawn the next day, he opened his eyes. "That was a good sleep... I haven't felt this relaxed in