Although he felt somewhat uneasy, Aaron kept his expression calm and continued chatting with Clark Das for a while. He even got the other man's business card.
He looked at the address on it and decided to pay him a visit later.
"I'm terribly sorry. I've only just settled here, so my new business cards haven't been printed yet..."
Aaron offered another explanation.
"That's quite all right. I'm looking forward to your visit, Mr. Yugus."
Clark Das smiled.
The name Aaron was currently using was Aaron Yugus.
The three chatted as they entered the employment agency.
"Gentlemen, what kind of service are you looking for? We have the finest butlers, the prettiest maids, and manservants as strong as oxen..."
A fat manager with a greasy face hurried over to greet them.
Clark frowned at once.
Aaron had recently been cramming on the subject, so he knew that some genuine butlers came from upper-class families and had attended specialized training schools. They were a world apart from ordinary servants.
And even among ordinary servants, there were ranks: head footmen, personal footmen, head maids, personal maids, maids in charge of kitchenware, and the lowest-ranking laundry and general maids, among others.
This fat fellow clearly wasn't very professional.
Still, Green Forest wasn't the capital of Invis, so perhaps he shouldn't expect too much.
"This gentleman and I each need a maid," Clark explained.
"No problem. I'll get the profiles right away."
The fat manager smiled and was about to head for the stairs when his expression suddenly changed. "Sylvia, who said you could come in?"
Aaron looked over and saw a woman in her twenties, dressed plainly, with gaunt cheeks. Her voice sounded on the verge of tears as she pleaded, "Manager Wright, please, give me a job..."
In this era, wages were