"Let's deal with the people in our way first."
Aaron took out a test tube and uncorked it. The liquid inside quickly evaporated, turning into white smoke.
It was a vial of Sleeping Potion, a recipe from the Order of the Light of Redemption. It evaporated rapidly, causing all living things within dozens of meters to fall asleep.
The brewing process required him to channel his spirituality, and he had also been missing several ingredients, so Aaron had never managed to complete it a thousand years ago.
Now, however, after obtaining some of the ingredients from Clark and combining them with the Radiant's physical perception, Aaron had managed to produce a vial of the extraordinary potion without much trouble.
He cut open a window and tossed the test tube inside, then waited quietly for a while.
The potion worked very well on ordinary people, but it was far less effective on Beyonders.
After waiting a little longer, until the potion had probably dispersed throughout the house, Aaron brazenly picked the front door lock and went inside.
The butler, the male servants, and the maids were all fast asleep. No one came to bother him.
The master of the house, Hark Benjamin, was attending a private gathering and had not yet returned.
Aaron had made a point of gathering that information beforehand.
He climbed the wooden stairs and entered a room on the second floor with its lights still on. Inside, a well-dressed, attractive lady in her thirties was asleep in a chair.
A maid lay asleep on the floor nearby.
Aaron stepped forward and took a silver smelling-salts bottle from his coat, holding it beneath Lady Benjamin's nose.
Women of the upper classes in this era often mastered the elegant art of fainting, using it to deal with awkward or