The golden afterglow outside the window dyed it dark. Klein looked into Melissa's eyes and was momentarily at a loss for words. This was because he couldn't use any of the lines he had prepared.
He coughed lightly as his mind raced.
"Melissa, isn't this a waste of salary? In the future, when Baansen and my colleagues come to visit, do we have to entertain them in such a place? In the future, when I get married to Baansen and have a wife, do we still have to share a bed? "
"Don't you guys not have a fiancée yet? You can wait a little longer and save up more money, "Melissa said logically.
"No, Melissa, this is the rule of society." Klein felt a headache coming on, so he could only reason. "Since you're getting a weekly salary of three pounds, you have to have the decency to match it."
To be honest, he, who had once lived in a shared apartment, was no stranger to the living conditions. He was completely used to it, but it was precisely because of this experience that he understood the inconvenience of such an environment for girls. Furthermore, his goal was to become a Beyonder, study mysticism, and find his way home. In the future, he would have to do some magic rituals at home. With so many people in the apartment, it was easy for problems to arise.
Seeing that Melissa was about to continue, Klein hurriedly added, "Don't worry.
I'm not considering a detached house. I plan on looking at townhouses. In short, I have to have my own bathroom. Also, I also like Mrs. Slyn's bread, Tingen biscuits, and lemon cakes. We can first consider a place closer to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street. "
Melissa pursed her lips slightly, and after a moment of silence, she slowly nodded.
"Besides, I'm in no hurry to move. I have to wait for Baansen to return." Klein smiled and said, "Otherwise, when he opens the door, he will be very surprised and ask, 'Where's my stuff at home? Where's my siblings? Where's my home? Is this my home? Did I come to the wrong place? Goddess, quickly tell me if this is a dream. Why is it that I don't even have a home when I return after a few days!? "
He imitated Baansen's tone, which made Melissa's eyes crinkle unconsciously, revealing shallow dimples on her cheeks.
"No, Mr. Franch will wait at the door until Baansen hands over the key. Baansen won't be able to go upstairs at all." The girl mocked the stingy and greedy landlord.
In the Moretti family, everyone loved to make jokes about the landlord, Mr. Franky. This was a trend that was started by his eldest brother, Baansen.
"Yes, he won't change the locks for the tenants behind him." Klein smiled in agreement, pointed to the door, and said humorously, "Madam Melissa, shall we go to Silver Crown Restaurant to celebrate?"
Melissa sighed softly.
"Klein, do you know Selena? My classmate, my good friend. "
Selena? An image of a girl with long burgundy hair and dark brown eyes surfaced in Klein's mind. Her parents were believers of the Evernight Goddess and had blessed her in the name of Saint Selena. She wasn't even sixteen yet, half a year younger than his sister, Melissa. She was a happy, cheerful, and outgoing lady.
"Yeah." Klein nodded, indicating that he remembered Selena Wood.
"Her brother, Chris, is a solicitor. He currently earns close to three pounds a week. His fiancée works part-time as a typist." Melissa first described the situation before saying, "They've been engaged for more than four years. In order to have a stable and decent life after marriage, they're still saving up to this day. They haven't entered the church and plan to wait for at least another year. According to Selena, people around her brother's age are all the same. They typically only get married at the age of 28. You have to prepare ahead of time and save up money. Don't waste it."
It's just a meal at a restaurant. Is there a need to be so philosophical … Klein didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Melissa, I'm earning three pounds a week now. It will increase every year in the future, so don't worry."
"But we need to save up to prevent any accidents. For example, that security company might suddenly close down. I have a classmate who had to find temporary work at the docks because his father's company went bankrupt. His family's financial situation worsened instantly, so he had no choice but to drop out of school." Melissa persuaded her brother with a serious expression.
"…" Klein covered his face with his hand.
"That … That security company and the government … Yes, they have some relationship with the government. They won't close down so easily."
"But the government isn't stable either. After every election, if there's a change of parties, most positions will be changed. It'll be a mess," Melissa persistently retorted.
… Sis, you really know a lot … Klein shook his head in exasperation and amusement.
"Alright …"
"Then I'll make a soup with the leftover ingredients from yesterday. Go buy a pan-fried fish, a piece of beef with black pepper sauce, a small can of cream, and bring me a glass of ginger beer. Anyway, let's celebrate a little."
These were the food that the vendors on Iron Cross Street often sold. A pan-fried fish was six to eight pence, a medium-sized piece of beef with black pepper sauce was five pence, a glass of ginger beer was one pence, and a small can of cream was about a quarter of a pound, which cost four pence. Buying a pound of cream directly only cost one soli and three pence.
The original owner of the body would be responsible for the purchase of ingredients at home every holiday, so he was no stranger to the price. After a few seconds of mental calculation, Klein estimated that it would roughly cost one soli and six pence, so he directly drew the two one-soli notes.
"Okay." Melissa no longer objected to this. She put down her bag of stationery and took the notes.
Watching his sister take out a small can of cream and a bowl of other food and walk briskly to the door, Klein thought for a moment and called out to her.
"Melissa, buy some fruit with the rest of the money."
There were many vendors on Iron Cross Street who would purchase fruits of poor quality or that had been stored for too long from other places. However, the people here were not angry because the price was very cheap. As long as they cut off the rotten parts after returning home, they would be able to taste the delicious food. It could be considered a cheap enjoyment.
After saying this, Klein quickly walked over, took out the remaining copper pennies from his trouser pocket, and placed them in his sister's palm.
"Huh?" Melissa looked at her brother with puzzlement and confusion in her brown eyes.
Klein took two steps back and smiled.
"Remember to go to Mrs. Smyrin's place and reward yourself with a small piece of lemon cake."
"…" Melissa opened her mouth and blinked. In the end, she only said one word. "Alright."
She quickly turned around, pulled the door open, and ran to the stairs.
…
A river flowed through the streets. Cypress and maple trees lined both sides, and the air was so fresh that it made one feel intoxicated.
Klein, who had come to settle the interview, carried his revolver and cane as he alighted from the public carriage that he had paid for with six pence. He walked along the cement road and approached the three-story brick building that was hidden in the greenery. It was Tingen University's office building.
"As expected of one of the two most famous universities in the Kingdom of Rouen …" Klein, who was "here" for the first time, sighed as he walked.
Compared to this place, Khoy University on the other side of the river was simply shabby.
"Haya!" "Haya!"
As the shouts drew closer, two rowing boats rushed over from the upper reaches of the Khoy River, their wooden oars moving in an orderly manner.
This was a popular rowing sport in all the universities in the Kingdom of Rouen. With Klein's family's financial situation, he had to rely on scholarships to complete his university studies. He had participated in Khoy University's rowing club with Welch and the others and was good at rowing.
"How young …" Klein stopped and looked into the distance as he sighed.
In another week, such a situation would no longer exist, because the school would be on summer break.
Following the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story brick building. After registering, he successfully entered and familiarly found the office that had received him the last time.
Knock! Knock! Knock! He knocked lightly on the half-closed door.
"Come in." A man's voice came from behind the door.
Seeing Klein push open the door and enter, the middle-aged instructor in a white shirt and black tuxedo frowned slightly.
"There's still an hour before the interview."
"Mr. Stone, do you still remember me? I'm Senior Associate Professor Cohen's student, Klein Moretti. You've seen my recommendation letter. "Klein took off his hat with a smile.
Havin Stone stroked his black beard and asked in puzzlement.
"What's the matter? I'm not in charge of the interview. "
"It's like this. I've already found a job, so I won't be attending the interview today." Klein told him the reason for his visit.
"I see …" Havin Stone came to a realization. He stood up and extended his right hand. "Congratulations, what a polite young man. I'll inform Mr. Professor and the senior associate professors."
Klein shook hands with him and was about to leave after exchanging a few pleasantries when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Moretti, you found another job?"
Klein turned around and saw a silver-haired old man with deep facial features but few wrinkles. He had sunken eyes, dark blue pupils, and a black tuxedo.
"Good morning, Tutor, Mr. Aztec." He hurriedly bowed. "Why are you here?"
This old man was the senior associate professor of Khoy University's History Department. His mentor was Mr. Quentin Cohen. Next to Cohen was a middle-aged man with a medium build and bronze skin. He held a newspaper in his hand. He was beardless and wore a top hat. He had black hair and brown eyes. His facial features were soft, and his eyes revealed an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. Below his right ear, there was a black mole that could only be discovered upon closer inspection.
Klein recognized him. It was Mr. Aztec, a history teacher at Khoy University who often helped the original Klein. He liked to argue with his mentor, Associate Professor Cohen, and their viewpoints often clashed. However, the two of them were very close, otherwise, they wouldn't have liked to chat together.
Cohen nodded and said in a soothing tone,
"I'm attending an academic conference with Aztec. What kind of job did you find?"
"A security company that searches for, collects, and protects antiques. They need a professional consultant. Three pounds a week." Klein repeated what he had said to his sister yesterday and explained, "You know, I like to explore history, not summarize it."
Cohen nodded slightly and said, "Everyone has their own choices.
"Everyone has their own choices. I'm very satisfied that you remembered to come to Tingen University to inform them instead of just being absent."
At this moment, Aztec interrupted and asked, "Everyone has their own choices.
Do you know what happened to Welch and Naya, Klein? I read in the newspaper that they were killed by a burglar. "
The case turned into a burglar? And it's in the newspaper so soon? Klein was stunned. He deliberated over his words before saying, "I'm not too sure about the exact situation.
"I'm not too sure about the specifics. Previously, Welch obtained a notebook from the Antigonus family of the Solomon Empire from the Fourth Epoch and asked me to help him decipher it. I went for a few days at first, but then I was busy looking for a job. Two days ago, the police even came looking for me."
He deliberately revealed "Solomon Empire" and "Antigonus family" to see if the two history teachers would know anything.
"Fourth Epoch …" Cohen frowned and muttered.
The bronze-skinned Aztec was stunned at first. He then took a deep breath and rubbed his Sun acupoint with his left hand that was holding the newspaper.
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