Sit back in the chair until the distant church bell rings again, seven times in a row, Zhou Mingrui slowly stood up, came to the cupboard, and took out his clothes.
Black vest, suit of the same color, pants with slightly tight ankles, a half-height top hat, with a faint atmosphere of books, let Zhou Mingrui look at himself in the mirror, as if watching a British drama telling victorian stories.
"I'm not going for an interview, I'm just buying a dish and preparing the materials for the transfer ceremony..." Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice, shook his head and laughed.
Klein was so preoccupied with the upcoming interview that it became a physical instinct that when he was not concentrating enough, he habitually put on the only set of decent clothes.
Exhaling, Zhou Mingrui took off his formal clothes and vest, changed into a brown and yellow old coat, and changed his head to a felt hat with a round edge of the same color.
Packing himself up, he paced to the edge of the high and low bed, lifted the cushion above, and put his hand through the inconspicuous hole at the bottom, groping for a while, and found the mezzanine.
When his right hand retracted, there was already an extra roll of banknotes in his palm, about seven or eight, and the color was dark green and white.
That's all Benson's current savings, even including the cost of living for the three days, of which only two five-sule bills and the rest are one-sule.
In the monetary system of the Kingdom of Rune, the soul is located on the second level, derived from ancient silver coins, one sule equals twelve copper pennies, in two denominations, one and five
At the top of the currency is the gold pound, which is also a paper currency, but is guaranteed by gold and directly linked, one gold pound is equal to twenty sule, and there are three denominations of one, five and ten.
Zhou Mingrui unfolded the banknote and smelled a very light and faint special ink fragrance.
It's the taste of money.
Perhaps due to the influence of Klein's memory fragments, or perhaps because of his unchanged desire for money, at this moment, Zhou Mingrui felt that he was in love with these little guys.
Lo and behold, their patterns are so exquisite that George III, with his two mustaches and a serious old-fashioned beard, looks so cute...
Lo and behold, the watermark seen through the sunlight is so tempting, and the elaborate security label makes it very different from the fake glamorous slut!
After admiring for tens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui pulled out two bills of one-sule, re-rolled the rest, and stuffed them back into the mezzanine inside the mat.
Smoothing the cloth strip near the hole, Zhou Mingrui folded the two banknotes he took out neatly and put them into the pocket on the left side of his brown-and-yellow coat, separated from the few pennies in his trouser pocket.
Having done all this, he slipped the key into his right pocket, grabbed a large dark brown paper bag, and walked quickly to the door.
Click, click, the footsteps went from fast to slow, and finally stopped.
Zhou Mingrui stood by the door, his brow wrinkled at some point.
Klein's suicide has a lot of mysteries, just go out, will there be any "accidents
After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out the revolver that shone with brass luster.
It was the only self-defense weapon he could think of, and it was also a weapon powerful enough!
Although he had never practiced shooting, just pulling out this pistol would certainly scare people!
Rubbing the cold metal wheel, Zhou Mingrui tucked the pistol into the pocket where the banknote was located, clutching the banknote in his palm and pressing his fingers tightly on the handle, perfectly hidden.
Angan suddenly emerged, and he who knew a little bit about everything suddenly burst out with a worry
"Will it be a misfire?"
Zhou Mingrui quickly found an idea, he drew his pistol, swung the revolver to the left, turned the nest vacated by the "suicide" to the position to be fired, and then snapped it together.
In this way, even if it goes off the rails, it is only an "empty bullet"!
Reloading the pistol, Zhou Mingrui's left hand was inserted into his pocket like that, and he no longer took it out.
He pressed his hat with his right hand, pulled open the door, and came out.
The corridor during the day was still dim, and the sunlight that could penetrate the window at the end was quite limited, zhou Mingrui quickly walked down the stairs and left the apartment, only to feel the brilliance and warmth.
At this time, although it is close to July, it is the middle of summer, but Tingen is located in the north of the Kingdom of Rune, with a unique climate characteristic, the maximum temperature of the year is less than 30 degrees Celsius on the earth, and the early morning is even cooler, and the streetsIn Klein's memory, where low-income people live, even if they have sewers, similar scenes are not uncommon, because there are many people, because there are many people, because of life.
"Come and come, delicious fried meat and fish!"
"Hot and fresh soup, drink a bowl in the morning, the spirit of the whole day!"
"Fresh fish from the port, just 5p!"
"Muffins, eel soup with ginger beer!"
"Conch, conch, conch!"
"Freshly collected vegetables from farms outside the city, cheap and fresh!"
...
Mobile street vendors selling vegetables, fruits, and cooked food shout loudly and greet passers-by in a hurry, some of whom will stop and carefully compare and buy, while others are impatient to wave their hands, because today's work has not yet landed.
Zhou Mingrui smelled the stench and scent of the air, his left hand firmly held the handle of the gun, clutching the banknote, and his right hand pressed the round-brimmed felt hat, bent slightly, and bowed his head through this chaotic street.
Where there are many people, there are thieves, especially in this neighborhood, where there are many poor people who are half unemployed doing temporary work and hungry children who are driven by others.
Along the way, when the density of the surrounding crowd returned to normal, Zhou Mingrui straightened his back again, raised his head, and looked into the street.
There was a wandering accordion musician playing, and the melody was sometimes melodious and sometimes warm.
Next to him, there were many ragged children with sallow faces due to malnutrition.
They listened to music, followed the beat, twisted their bodies according to instinct, danced their own dances, and their faces were full of happiness,It's like being a little prince, a little angel.
A woman with a numb expression passed by, her skirt dirty and her skin dull.
Her eyes were dull and dull, and only when she looked at the group of children did some light flash, as if she saw herself thirty years ago.
Zhou Mingrui overtook her, turned to another street, and stopped in front of the "Slyn Bakery".
The owner of the bakery is a seventy-year-old grandmother named Wendy? Srin, her hair gray and her face always filled with a gentle smile, had been selling bread and pastries here since Klein remembered.
Well, her own Tingen cakes, lemon cakes are very delicious... Zhou Mingrui swallowed his spit and smiled
"Mrs. Slyn, 8 pounds of rye bread."
"Oh, little Klein, what about Benson, haven't come back yet?" Wendy asked with a smile.
"There are still a few days to go." Zhou Mingrui replied vaguely.
Wendy sighed as she grabbed the rye bread
"He's such a hard-working guy who would have a good wife."
At this point, the corners of her mouth went up and she smiled slightly mischievously
"Well, now that you've graduated, our Hoy History graduates ~ well, you'll be making money soon, you shouldn't live in an apartment like this, at least you have to have your own bathroom."
"Mrs. Slyn, you really look like a young and lively lady today." Zhou Mingrui could only respond with a dry smile.
If Klein can successfully pass the interview and become a lecturer at the University of Tingen, the whole family will indeed run directly to the well-off
In the fragments of his memory, he even fantasized about renting a detached house in the suburbs, five or six rooms upstairs, two bathrooms, a large balcony, two rooms downstairs, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and an underground storage room.
This is not a luxury, even if the lecturer of the University of Tingen during the internship period, the weekly salary can have 2 gold pounds, after the regularization is 3 gold pounds 10 sule, you know, Klein's brother Benson, who has worked for several years, the weekly salary is only 1 pound 10 sule, the ordinary workers in the factory are not even 1 pound or just a little, and the rent of such a single-family house ranges from 19 sule to 1 pound 18 sule.
"This is the difference between a monthly income of three or four thousand and a monthly income of fourteen thousand and a month of fourteen and five..." Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself.
However, all this is based on passing an interview at the University of Tingen or Beckland University.
As for other avenues, people without background cannot be recommended to become public officials, while those who study history have a narrower scope of employment, and the demand for private advisers from aristocrats or bankers or industrial tycoons is not much.
Considering that Klein's knowledge has also become "fragmented", incomplete and many mutilated, Zhou Mingrui's expectations for Mrs. Slyn are full of embarrassment and lack of heart.
"No, I've always been so young." Wendy replied humorously.
During the conversation, she wrapped the weighed sixteen rye noodles into a large dark brown paper bag that Zhou Mingrui had brought with her, and spread out her right hand
"9p."
Each bar of rye bread weighs around 05 pounds, and deviations are inevitable
"9p, didn't you ask for 11p the first two days?" Zhou Mingrui asked subconsciously.
Last month it cost 15p.
"You have to thank the repeal of the Grain Act and the people who marched." Wendy spread her hands and smiled.
Zhou Mingrui seemed to understand and nodded, Klein's memory of this was somewhat fragmented, only remembering that the core of the "Grain Act" was to protect the price of domestic agricultural products, and before the price rose to a certain extent, it would not import grain from the southern countries of Ferneport, Marcy, Lemberg and other countries.
Why would anyone want to march against it?
Without saying much, Zhou Mingrui was afraid to bring out his revolver, so he could only carefully take out the banknotes, take out one of them, and hand it to Mrs. Slynn.
After retrieving three copper pennies and stuffing them into his trouser pockets, he carried a paper bag of bread to the "lettuce and meat" market a street away, working for the tender pea stew lamb that his sister had ordered.
At the intersection of Iron Cross And Daffodil Street, there is a municipal square, where tents are set up and clowns dressed in eccentric costumes are distributing leaflets.
"Tomorrow night, the circus shows?" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the leaflet in the hands of others and whispered out the general content.
Melissa must have liked it, I don't know how to collect tickets? With a flash of thought, Zhou Mingrui leaned closer
He was about to question one of the red and yellow clowns when suddenly a hoarse female voice came from his side
"Want divination?"
Subconsciously turning his head to look, Zhou Mingrui saw a woman in front of a low tent wearing a pointed hat and a long black skirt.
Her face was painted with red and yellow oil paint, and her eyes were gray and blue.
"No." Zhou Mingrui shook his head and replied that he had spare money to divinate.
The woman smiled
"My tarot divination is very accurate."
"Tarot..." Zhou Mingrui was stunned.
This pronunciation is very similar to the Tarot cards on earth!
The tarot cards of the earth belong to a kind of fortune-telling poker, but there are more "graphic cards" with symbolic symbols.
Wait a minute... He remembered the origin of tarot divination in this world.
It is not derived from the seven orthodox gods, nor is it a relic of antiquity, but was invented more than one hundred and seventy years ago by Rose gustav, then consul of the Republic of Intis.
This Mr. Roselle invented the steam engine, improved the sailing ship, overthrew the rule of the Kingdom of Intis, and was recognized by the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" as the first consul of the New Republic
Later, he conquered the northern war in the south, including the kingdom of Lemberg and other countries in the protection, so that the kingdom of Rune, Feneport, the Fursak Empire and other northern continental powers successively bowed down, and then changed the republic into an empire again, calling himself "Julius Caesar".
It was during Roselle's reign that the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" received the first public oracle since the Fifth Age, changing the title of "God of Craftsmen" to "God of Steam and Machinery."
Roselle also invented tarot divination and laid the current composition and gameplay of cards, including several types that Zhou Mingrui is familiar with, such as upgrades, landlords, Texas, Quint...
In addition, he sent his fleet to find a shipping route to the Southern Continent in storms and turbulence, ushering in the colonial era.
Unfortunately, in his old age, he suffered betrayal and was assassinated by the Church of the Eternal Sun in 1198, the Solon family of the Cause Tis, and other nobles, and fell to the White Maple Palace.
this... Remembering these common senses, Zhou Mingrui suddenly had a bit of a toothache.
Wouldn't this be the Traverser's predecessor?
Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui had the heart to see what the tarot cards here looked like, so he nodded to the woman wearing a pointed hat and her face painted with oil
"If not, uh, reasonably priced, I'll give it a try
The woman laughed
"Sir, you are the first person to come to divination today, free of charge