Klein tried his best not to show any abnormalities as he asked out of genuine curiosity, "What's the matter?
With genuine curiosity, he asked, "What powers does a Seer have?"
"Your question isn't accurate enough. You should be asking what powers one will obtain after consuming the Seer potion." Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled. His gray eyes and face were facing away from the crimson moon, hidden in the shadows. "Astrology, card divination, spirit pendulums, Spirit Vision, and many other similar things. Of course, it doesn't mean that you will immediately understand and master them after consuming the potion. The potion only gives you the qualifications and abilities to learn them."
"Due to the lack of direct means to deal with the enemy, heh, you should be able to imagine that ritualistic magic requires too much preparation. It's not suitable for encounters, so correspondingly, in terms of mysticism, a Seer will be more knowledgeable and professional than a Mystery Pryer."
Sounds like it fits my requirements … It's just that the lack of direct means to deal with the enemy makes me hesitant … Besides, there's a high chance that the Church of the Evernight Goddess doesn't have any subsequent Sequences … Holy Cathedral should refer to the Church's headquarters, the Cathedral of Serenity … A Low-Sequence direct means of dealing with the enemy might not be comparable to firearms … Klein fell silent. The scales in his mind swayed between Mystery Pryer and Seer. As for Corpse Collector, he no longer considered it.
Upon seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled and said, "Don't be in a rush to choose.
Tell me your answer on Monday morning. No matter which one you choose, or if you plan to give up, we Nighthawks won't have any other opinions. "
"Calm down and ask your soul."
With that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and slowly walked past Klein towards the staircase.
Klein didn't say a word, nor did he immediately give an answer. He bowed in silence and watched him silently.
Although he had always hoped to become a Beyonder, he was still filled with hesitation when the opportunity came right in front of him. After that, the lack of Sequences, the loss of control as a Beyonder, the credibility of Rosell The Great's diary, and the illusory whispers that led people to madness and depravity mixed together to form a swamp that hindered his progress.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"It's comparable to a student filling in his choice for the college entrance examination …" Klein laughed self-deprecatingly. He restrained his divergent thoughts, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay on his bed.
He lay there with his eyes open, quietly looking at the bottom of the top bunk that was stained with a faint crimson.
Drunkards staggered past outside, and in the distance a carriage sped along the empty street. These noises did not disturb the peace of the night, but made it more distant and deeper.
Klein's emotions settled down. He thought of all the past events on Earth. He thought of his father who liked to exercise and always spoke loudly. He thought of his mother who was chronically ill but liked to do everything for him. He thought of his best friends who grew up with him and evolved from playing football and basketball to playing video games and mahjong. He thought of the failed lover whose face was already blurred … These were like quiet flowing rivers. There were not many ripples or deep sentiments, but they silently drowned the soul.
Perhaps one would only know how to cherish something after losing it. When the crimson color faded, the sky was blazing, and the golden color appeared, Klein had already made his choice.
…
He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face to refresh himself. Then, he took a soli note and went to Mrs. Wendy's place to buy eight pounds of rye bread for nine pence to replenish the staple food he had eaten last night.
"The price of bread is starting to stabilize …" After breakfast, Baansen commented as he changed his clothes.
It was Sunday, and he and Melissa finally had a chance to rest.
Klein, who was already dressed formally, sat on a chair and flipped through the outdated newspapers he had brought back yesterday. He said in surprise, "There's an advertisement for a house for rent here: 3 Wendel Street, North Borough.
"Here's an advertisement for a house for rent: 3 Wendel Street, North Borough. A single-family house with a total of two floors. There are six rooms, three bathrooms, and two large balconies upstairs. Downstairs, there's a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room … Outside the house, there's a two-acre private lawn in front and a small garden at the back. It can be rented for one, two, or three years. The weekly rent is one pound six soli. Interested parties, please head to 16 Champagne Street and look for Mr. Gusev."
"That's our future goal." Baansen put on his black half top hat and said with a smile, "The rent in the newspapers is on the high side. The Tingen Housing Improvement Company has cheaper options that aren't much worse than them."
"Why don't we look for the Tingen Housing Improvement Association for the Working Class?" Melissa walked out of the cubicle with the worn-out gauze hat in hand. She had changed into a grayish-white dress that had been mended a few times but still looked presentable.
She was quiet and reserved, but it was hard to hide her youthful aura.
Baansen laughed.
"Who did you hear about the Tingen Housing Improvement Association for the Working Class? Jenny? Mrs. Rocher? Or your good friend, Selena? "
Melissa looked to the side and replied softly, "Mrs. Rocher … I happened to bump into her when I was washing up last night.
"Mrs. Rochelle … I happened to bump into her when I was washing up last night. She asked me about the interview, and I gave her a brief explanation. Then, she suggested that I look for the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association."
When Baansen saw Klein's puzzled expression, he smiled and shook his head.
"This is a housing association that targets the poor. Uh, to be precise, the lower-class citizens. The houses they build and renovate are basically communal bathrooms. They only provide three choices: one bedroom, two bedrooms, and three bedrooms. Do you wish to continue living in such a place?"
"The Tingen Housing Improvement Company has the same business as them, but it also provides a choice for the middle and lower classes. Frankly speaking, we're slightly better than the middle and lower classes, but we're still worse than the real middle class. It's not a problem of salary, but the lack of time to accumulate."
Klein understood. He put away the newspapers, took his top hat, and stood up.
"Then, let's go."
"I remember that the Tingen Housing Improvement Company is on Daffodil Street." Baansen said as he opened the door. "They are the same as the Tingen Housing Improvement Association for the Working Class. They are called the Five Percent Charity. Do you know why?"
"No." Klein raised his cane and walked beside Melissa.
The girl with smooth black hair that reached her singlet also nodded.
Baansen walked out and said, "These housing improvement associations and companies were established under Baekeland's influence.
"These housing improvement associations and companies were established under the influence of Backlund. They have three sources of funds. The first is to raise funds from a charity foundation. The second is to obtain a high-quality loan with an annual interest rate of 4% from the government's Public Affairs Loan Commissioner. The third is to accept commercial investments. By collecting a certain amount of rent, they can give the other party a 5% return every year. That's why it's called 5% Charity."
Tap, tap, tap. The three siblings went down the stairs and slowly walked to Daffodil Street. They planned to find the current landlord, Mr. Franky, after confirming the house. This was to avoid the situation where they had to move out before they could move in.
"I heard from Selena that there are housing improvement companies that are purely charitable?" Melissa said as though she was in thought.
Baansen chuckled.
"Yes, Sir Deweyville donated money to establish the Deweyville Trust Company. He builds apartments targeted at the working class and provides specialized property management. However, he only charges low rent. However, the requirements are very strict."
"It sounds like you don't like it?" Klein asked with a smile. "Yes, I respect Sir Deweyville, but I believe he definitely doesn't know what life is like for the poor.
"No, I have great respect for Sir Deweyville, but I'm sure he doesn't know what life is like for the poor. The requirements for his apartment are like the hopes given by a priest. It's too unrealistic. For example, the main vaccinations must be administered, the bathrooms must be cleaned on a rotating basis, the apartment cannot be sublet or used for commercial purposes, litter is not allowed, and children are not allowed to play in the corridors. Goddess, does he wish to turn everyone into a gentleman and a lady?" Benson replied in his usual tone.
Klein frowned in puzzlement.
"It doesn't sound like there's any problem. They are all very good requirements."
"Yes." Melissa nodded in agreement.
Benson turned his head, glanced at them, and chuckled.
He chuckled. "Perhaps I've protected you too well. You have never seen the life of the poor. Do you think they have the money to receive the main vaccines? The queue for free charity medical organizations can last up to three months. "
"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If they can't rent out their apartments and charge a certain fee, they can move out again when they lose their jobs? Besides, many women help people sew clothes and make matchboxes at home to make ends meet. This is considered a commercial use. Do you think they will be chased out? "
"Most of the poor are doing their best to make ends meet. Do you think they have the time to discipline their children and stop them from playing in the corridors? They can probably only be locked in their rooms and sent to places that are willing to accept child labor when they are seven or eight years old. "
Baansen didn't use many adjectives to describe it, but it left Klein a little creeped out.
This is the life of the poor?
Beside him, Melissa also fell into silence. After a long while, she said in an ethereal voice,
After a long while, she said in an ethereal voice, "After moving to Lower Street, Jenny refused to let me go to her house to look for her …"
"Let's hope her father can walk out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable job again. But I've seen too many drunkards numb themselves with alcohol …" Baansen sneered with a heavy tone.
Klein didn't know what to say. Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The siblings walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the Tingen Housing Improvement Company.
The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with an amiable smile. He wasn't wearing a formal suit or a hat. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest.
"You can call me Scarter. What kind of house do you need?" He glanced at Klein's silver-inlaid cane and smiled warmly.
Klein looked at the eloquent Baansen and gestured for him to answer.
Benson said very directly, "That's right.
"A terraced house."
Scarter flipped through the documents and files in his hands and curled his lips.
"Currently, there are five that haven't been rented out. To be honest, most of them are for people with housing difficulties. Six, eight, or even ten to twelve laborers and their children squeezed into a room. There aren't many terraced houses. One is at 2 Daffodil Street, one is in the North District, and one is in the East District … The weekly rent ranges from twelve to sixteen soli. You can take a look at the introduction."
He pushed the documents in his hands to Baansen, Klein, and Melissa.
After skimming through it, the siblings looked at each other and pointed to a certain spot on the paper.
"Let's take a look at 2 Daffodil Street first," Baansen said. Klein and Melissa nodded.
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