Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

At this moment, Audrey was wearing a conservative and exquisite white dress, the most favored style in Backlund this year. The cuffs and the edges of the layered skirt were decorated with soft, pale gold ruffles, and the delicate lace was like a small flower blooming in early spring. The two intertwined to form a subtle and beautiful pattern.

She wore a veiled hat that matched her long dress, with a blue ribbon elegantly wrapped around it and lifelike silk flowers adorning it. White gauze gloves neatly covered her hands, revealing only the outline of her fingertips.

However, more striking than these decorations was her face.

Her long, golden hair was casually tied up, flowing smoothly and glossily. Her emerald eyes were as deep as the ocean and as pure as the finest gemstones. Her features and face shape combined to create a breathtaking beauty, exuding an elegant and pure aura.

An Ruowang sighed with emotion.

Is it fair to say that she is, in a sense, the author's favorite daughter?

What a magnificent face.

Audrey thought to herself.

Generally speaking, the dress customs among the higher classes of the Loen people are as follows:

The ladies and young women wore dresses of various colors and elaborate decorations, while the maids could only wear black and white, in order to distinguish between mistresses and servants and between nobles and commoners.

Married women tend to be bolder and more open, while unmarried women are more conservative and cover up to their collarbones. Widows and divorced women are not restricted, but widows tend to wear darker colors.

In contrast, gentlemen of higher social classes preferred to wear simple white shirts, black vests, black trousers, and black suits, while male servants, shop assistants, and waiters were required to wear brightly colored clothing.

But even though it was all the same formal attire, on him it exuded a unique handsomeness and elegance, no wonder that ladies and young girls were always subtly flirting with him.

Although it might sound a bit immodest, Audrey, who had known she was beautiful since childhood, was seeing someone who was just as beautiful as her for the first time.

Could it be that becoming an extraordinary person comes with a beauty bonus?

This made her even more eager to become an extraordinary being.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Aleister. My father has mentioned your keen eye for securities trading, and I am also very interested in history and linguistics."

As she spoke, Audrey followed etiquette and performed a curtsy.

"Greetings, Miss Hall." An Ruowang nodded slightly as a simple greeting. "Nice to meet you."

His voice, though as pleasant as his appearance, was colder than Audrey had expected.

If she were an audience member now, she might be able to analyze something, but for now, she only sees it as the alienation of the extraordinary from ordinary people.

Because she hoped to learn from the other person how to become an extraordinary being, she took the initiative to start a casual conversation and exchanged a few pleasantries.

This was quite a novel experience for Audrey, who had always been on the defensive and the one being fawned over.

Perhaps because her father was a banker and also a member of the House of Lords, Audrey quickly found a topic that the other party would definitely be interested in:

"I've heard you've made a fortune in the stock market. If I may be so bold as to ask, have you paid taxes on all your stock market earnings?"

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This really stumped An Ruowang.

Do I also need to pay taxes?

Oh my god, it seems we really do have to pay taxes.

Personal income tax, consumption tax, value-added tax...

Of all the things in the world, only taxes and death are inevitable.

An Ruowang once thought that if everyone in the country gave him one yuan, he could immediately become a millionaire.

I believe many people have thought this way.

And taxes are just that kind of thing.

As long as you live in an organized country, you must pay taxes.

In the Kingdom of Rune, the tax on profits from bonds, funds, and stocks seems to be a Category C tax. How much does he have to pay?

If they really don't pay taxes, they'll most likely face investigation and crackdown from the official forces of Rune, right?

But you want me to pay taxes to the Kingdom of Rune?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

If An Ruowang had grown up in the Kingdom of Luen and enjoyed the country's social welfare and protection, then it would be fine for her to hand it over; rights and responsibilities are equal.

But I'm a time traveler who's only been in this world for less than a week. You want me to take a portion of my income and pay taxes to George III?

Let the Black Emperor come!

It seems that coming to this banquet was definitely the right decision.

I never knew Audrey had this function: helping people legally and legitimately avoid taxes.

After all, her father is a big banker, so it's normal. She can't really just be a pretty face.

"Do you have a solution?"

Although it is a question, the tone is that of a declarative sentence.

Audrey understood that the other person had grasped her meaning.

Grelint, being perceptive, noticed that the two had reached a tacit understanding without words, and spoke up:

"Regarding this matter, you two can come to my study later to discuss it in detail."

So, in front of everyone, they nodded to each other, said nothing more, and parted ways.

After politely dealing with the overly solicitous nobles, Audrey excused herself to go to the "restroom" and then headed to the study on the first floor, where she said to her personal maid, Anne:

"You stay at the door and don't let anyone else in."

"OK."

Anne didn't find it strange.

Because she knew that her young mistress shared the same interests as Viscount Grelint, and often discussed matters of the occult with people in their circle in private. Mr. Aleister also seemed to have some knowledge in this area.

Not to mention, she had just witnessed the two exchanging opinions on Rune's tax issues.

When Audrey met An Ruowang again, her cheek muscles ached from maintaining a social smile, and she noticed several colorful handkerchiefs and ribbons that had appeared in his suit pocket.

In Ruen's social circles, if a noblewoman or young girl hands a handkerchief and ribbon that she has been intimately close to to a man, it means that she is subtly and implicitly proposing to him.

Yes, courtship in various ways.

It's really popular...

A subtle feeling rose in Audrey's heart.

This certainly isn't because she's fallen for him; they've only just met.

This is simply a universal human trait: an appreciation for and possessiveness of beautiful things.

A unique and beautiful flower; just seeing it can make you feel happy.

But once someone picks them, they will never be seen again. Wouldn't anyone feel sorry for that?

"Audrey, allow me to reintroduce you to Aleister Mathers."

Grelint stood beside Anruowang, who was sitting behind the desk, and reintroduced Audrey:

"I think you've already guessed it. That's right, Aleister is actually a true extraordinary being, a Sequence 7 in the Apprentice Path, an Astrologer."

He looked quite proud.

"Apprenticeship pathway?"

Audrey asked the same question that Grelint had asked before, with some confusion.