Secret World of Occultists-Chapter 46: Employee Perks

Abel wasn’t hoping much when he had the private carriage stop in front of J. Thomson & Sons, Gentleman’s Clothiers.

It was on the way, so he thought he might as well drop in and check the status of his custom-made garments.

But much to his surprise, Mr. Taylor had already finished crafting his order.

"Two formal frock coats, two tailcoats for everyday wear, five shirts of fine linen and cotton, three waistcoats and accompanying trousers, two pairs of leather boots and shoes, and two top hats have been meticulously stored inside this trunk."

The middle-aged man with a receding hairline, Mr. Taylor, the chief tailor of this store pointed at the wooden trunk at his feet with a professional smile.

"Oh, I nearly forgot." He quickly went behind the counter and retrieved an item the size of his leg.

He unwrapped the simple cloth sleeve and presented. "This here is your custom-made cane. The shaft is made from polished dark wood. Considering your profession as a security consultant, I have taken the liberty to choose a wood that is durable, but not too ornate.

"The handle has a straight grip and is made from dark-stained oak. It is comfortable to hold, and not overly decorative. The tip of the cane has a steel cap to prevent wear. And please take a look at this..."

He pointed at the small silver plate near the handle. "I have engraved your initials - AB."

Abel was wildly taken aback. He took the cane from the man and tapped it on the ground, placing his weight on it to test its durability. "My God... Mr. Taylor, you have outdone yourself! I love it!"

The man’s lips curled up into a smirk. "Only the best for Mr. Kensington’s men. And of course, being a security consultant for the Trust has its perks—your order was pushed to the front. A regular customer? They’d be waiting a good ten days at least."

Abel smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Taylor. I appreciate it."

"You’re quite welcome, Mr. Bishop." He then looked at the carriage standing outside the store and asked, "Shall I have someone carry the trunk to your carriage for you."

"No, that’s alright." Abel shook his head. He bent over and picked up the large wooden trunk with little effort. "Goodbye, Mr. Taylor. And thanks again."

He turned around and headed out. Suddenly, he stopped, turned back around, and asked curiously, "What about the receipt?"

Mr. Taylor smiled. "It has already been paid for, sir." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Clearly, he liked doing business with the Kensington & Blythe Commercial Trust.

"Huh." Abel was impressed. "Already? That was quick."

"If you should require any adjustments to your garments, sir, or should you wish to commission anything further, please do not hesitate to reach out. We shall do out utmost to meet your expectations," the taylor said with a practiced, professional smile.

Abel grinned, "Don’t worry, I will."

He then exited the shop and stored the trunk inside the carriage. After boarding, he instructed the driver to head to his final destination. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

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17 Highfield Street.

"Thanks!" Abel tipped the carriage driver after the man helped him take out his personal belongings.

The youth turned around, gazing at the three-story townhouse building. It had a red brick facade and looked similar to Georgian-styled architecture from his previous world.

A faint smile found its way to the corner of his lips.

"Ah, good day to you, young man." A friendly voice called out to him. "Might you be the new tenant on the third floor?"

Abel followed the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man with sparse hair on his head, wearing a slightly smeared white apron, and coming out of the grocery store on the ground floor.

"Hello, sir." Abel walked forward, offering a handshake. "My name’s Abel Bishop. May I ask if you are the owner of this store?"

The middle-aged man chuckled heartily, seeing Abel’s warm and friendly attitude. He wiped his hand on the apron and then firmly shook the youth’s hand.’

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, lad," he said with a smile. "The name’s Edwin Harcourt."

He then turned around, pointing at the grocery store that was stocked with fruits, vegetables, and other various types of food.

"Indeed." He nodded, his eyes flashing with pride. "I am the proprietor of this establishment."

He turned back around and said with a beaming smile, "A family business, handed down through the generations!"

Passed down through generations, huh? Abel mused to himself.

Considering this neighborhood, his revenue must easily be around 60 to 80 sterling per week. Net profit must be around 15... hmm, I dont know.

Still, a comfortable middle-class income.

"Your store makes it very convenient to live in this townhouse, sir," Abel said politely.

Even though he wasn’t ever going to buy groceries since he wasn’t planning to cook at home anyway. Of course, he would always buy fresh fruits from here.

"Well now, aren’t you a gentleman," Edwin laughed. "If ever you’re in need of anything, just say the word. I can have one of my lads bring it up to your flat."

"Thank you, sir. You are very kind," Abel smiled. "He then pointed at his luggage and added, "Would you mind looking over the trunk for a minute, while I go keep this chest upstairs?"

"Of course!" Edwin readily agreed, going so far as to even take the liberty to keep the trunk inside his store while Abel went upstairs and kept the chest.

He quickly made two trips and within a few minutes he had managed to keep both luggages inside his flat.

The youth felt a little out of breath, but other than that he had a wide smile on his face as he looked around at his main room.

"Finally, my own flat!" He beamed.

It was a wonderful feeling for him to move into a flat with the money he earned. He felt like an adult!

Despite living into his mid-twenties in his past life, this was the first time he actually felt like an independent and responsible adult.

He walked into his bedroom, taking in the familiar view once again. His gaze landed on the mirror mounted on the wall, his smile widening.

Although it has only been five days since I’ve returned from the Crucible, I wonder how much the spirit energy has assimilated in my body, he mused.

He walked towards the wall and pressed his hand against the surface of the mirror. He closed his eyes and visualized utilizing his spirit energy to fuel his Hallmark.

Then, ripples started to magically form on the surface of the mirror, spreading outward toward its boundaries.

Slowly, his hand passed through the surface of the mirror!

Abel’s eyes widened in excitement. He saw that now his hand, upto his elbow, had easily phased through the mirror.

He imediately retrieved his hand, his heart beating wildly in anticipation.

"Will I finally be able to see what lies beyond the mirror?" He mumured.

The youth took deep breaths, steadying himself.

Then he steppd forward until the tips of his shoes touched the wall. Slowly, he rasied his hands and pressed them against the cold surface.

And then...

He pushed his head straight through the mirror!