Monday, July 21st 1030.
Abel left his new flat exactly at 9:30 am, arriving at The Society for Natural Philosophy ten minutes before his occult classes with Madam Whitmore began.
Then, he left the Club after midday, reaching the Trust within 12:20 pm. Needless to say, he walked the entire distance, because he loved walking.
He would only hire a carriage if it was absolutely necessary. Other than that, he preferred to walk everywhere.
It had been exactly two weeks since he had transmigrated into this world, and exactly a week since he'd emerged from the Crucible after having passed the First Trial.
The spirit energy in his body had completely assimilated with him at this point. He could feel it—the presence of a mystical energy deep inside of him.
It was like a feeling of becoming whole. It was difficult to put into words, it was an inexplicable feeling.
He stood before the three-story building of the Trust, looking at it with a faint smile.
