The following day, Abel arrived at the Kensington & Blythe Commercial Trust right after finishing his studies under Madam Whitmore.
The elderly lady had praised him, telling him that he had a natural disposition towards learning the ritual arts. This made Abel very happy as the woman almost never gave out compliments.
In a happy mood, he greeted Alfred Prescott, the Chief Teller of the Trust, who was always surveing the main banking hall on the ground floor.
Whistling a merry tune, he soon arrived on the third floor.
"Hmm?" His brows furrowed a little. "Where's everyone gone?"
Usually, there were always some people that one would find on the third floor. Of course, not all of them were Occultists.
They were similar to people like Alfred prescott and helped with handling work that was carried out on the third floor. They only knew about the existence of the supernatural world and the Occultists. Nothing more.
