Chapter 24 Frugal Housekeeping

The afterglow outside the window was golden and dark. Klein looked into Melissa's eyes and couldn't find a word for a while, because none of the prepared lines could be used.

He coughed twice, and his brain changed quickly:

"Melissa, this is not a waste of salary. In the future, Benson and my colleagues will be guests. Is it possible to entertain them in such a place? In the future, Benson and I are married and have a wife. Do we still need bunk beds?"

"Don't you have a fiancée yet? You can wait a little longer and save more money." Melissa said logically.

"No, Melissa, this is the rule of society." Klein felt a headache, so he could only make the most of it. "Since you get a weekly salary of 3 pounds, you must have a decent amount to match the 3 pounds a week salary."

To be honest, he, who once squeezed into a shared house, is no stranger to the current living conditions and is completely comfortable with it. To become an Extraordinary, to study mysticism, and to find a "way" home, in the future, it will be inevitable to do some magical rituals at home. The apartment is crowded and prone to problems.

Seeing that Melissa wanted to say more, Klein quickly added:

"Don't worry, I'm not thinking about single-family houses, I plan to look at townhouses. In short, they must have their own bathroom. Also, I also like Mrs. Sling's bread, tingen cakes and lemon cakes. We can first consider leaving Near Iron Cross and Daffodil Street."

Melissa pursed her lips slightly, was silent for a while, and nodded slowly.

"Also, I'm not in a hurry to move, I have to wait for Benson to come back." Klein smiled and said, "Otherwise, when he opened the door, he would be shocked and said, what about the things in my house? My younger siblings. What? Where is my home? Is this my home? Did I go to the wrong place? Goddess, please tell me if this is a dream, why did you go out for a few days and come back without even a home!"

He imitated Benson's tone, and Melissa bent her eyes unconsciously, revealing the shallow dimples on her cheeks.

"No, Mr. French will always wait at the door and ask Benson to hand over the keys to the apartment. Benson can't go upstairs at all." The girl said to the stingy and greedy landlord.

In Moretti's house, everyone likes to take the landlord, Mr. French, as the protagonist of the joke. This trend is brought about by the eldest brother Benson.

"Yes, he won't change the locks for the tenants behind." Klein agreed with a smile, pointed to the door, and said jokingly, "Ms. Melissa, will you go to the Silver Crown Restaurant to celebrate?"

Melissa sighed slightly and said:

"Klein, do you know Selena? My classmate, my good friend."

Selena? A girl with burgundy long hair and dark brown eyes suddenly appeared in Klein's mind. Her parents were both followers of the Evernight Goddess, and blessed her in the name of Saint Selena. She was not yet sixteen. , half a year younger than her sister Melissa, is a happy, cheerful and outgoing girl.

"Yeah." Klein nodded and said that he remembered Selena Wood.

"Her brother Chris is a solicitor and currently earns close to £3 a week, and his fiancée is a part-time typist." Melissa first described the situation and then said, "They've been engaged for more than four years, in order to get married Afterwards, she had a stable and good life, and she is still saving money to this day. She has not yet entered the church. She plans to wait at least another year. According to Selena, people who are similar to her brother are like this, and they are usually 28 years old. You can get married later, you have to prepare in advance, save money well, and don’t waste it.”

I just went to the restaurant to have a meal. Is there a need for so many big truths... Klein didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Melissa, I have a weekly salary of 3 pounds now, and in the future It will increase every year, so don’t worry.”

"But we need to save money to prepare for accidents. For example, the security company suddenly closed down. One of my classmates had to go to the dock to find some temporary work because the company his father worked for went bankrupt. The conditions at home deteriorated instantly.

Had to drop out of school. "Melissa persuaded her brother with a serious expression.

... Klein reached out and covered his face:

"That, that security company has something to do with the government, um, it has something to do with the government, and it won't just go bankrupt."

"But the government is also unstable. After each election, if there is a change of parties, most positions will be replaced, and it will become a mess." Melissa retorted with perseverance.

...Sister, you really know a lot ... Klein shook his head angrily and funny:

"All right……"

"Then I will make a soup with the ingredients left over from yesterday. You go to the street to buy a pan-fried fish, a piece of beef coated with black pepper sauce, a small can of cream, and bring me a glass of ginger beer. Anyway, let's celebrate a little bit. a bit."

These are all foods that are often sold by hawkers on Iron Cross Street. A pan-fried fish is 6 to 8p, a piece of beef with black pepper sauce is not too big for 5p, a glass of ginger beer is 1p, and a small can of cream is about four cents 4p for a pound - just 1 soll and 3p for a pound of cream.

The original owner would be responsible for the purchase of ingredients at home every holiday. He was no stranger to prices. After a few seconds of mental calculations, Klein came to the conclusion that it roughly cost 1 soli and 6 pence, so he directly took out the two 1 soli banknotes.

"Yeah." Melissa no longer objected to this, put down the bag containing stationery, and took the banknotes.

Watching his sister take out the small jar of cream and the basin for other food, and walked briskly to the door, Klein thought for a while, and called out to her:

"Melissa, buy some fruit with the rest of the money."

Many hawkers in Iron Cross will buy fruit from other places that are of poor quality or that have been stored for too long, but people here are not angry about it, because the price is very cheap, as long as you go home and cut off the rotten part, you can taste it It's delicious, it's a cheap treat.

After saying this, Klein quickly moved closer, took out the remaining copper penny from his trouser pocket, and put it in his sister's palm.

"Ah?" Melissa's brown eyes looked at her brother in confusion and confusion.

Klein took two steps back and smiled slightly:

"Remember to go to Mrs. Slyn and reward yourself with a small slice of lemon cake."

"..." Melissa opened her mouth, blinked her eyes, and finally spit out one word, "Okay."

She turned around quickly, pulled out the door, and ran to the stairs.

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A river runs through it, cypresses and maples line its banks, and the air is so fresh that one feels drunk.

Klein, who came to settle the interview, carried a revolver and a walking stick, got off the public carriage that paid 6p, and walked along the cement-paved road to the three-storey masonry house in the green shade, which belonged to Tingen University. office building.

"As expected of one of the two most famous universities in the Loen Kingdom..." Klein, who came here "for the first time", sighed as he walked.

Compared with here, Hoy University on the other side of the river is simply humble.

"Haha!" "Haha!"

A shout approached, and two racing boats rushed from the upper reaches of the Hoy River, and the wooden oars turned neatly and orderly.

This is a rowing sport that is popular in all universities in the Ruen Kingdom. Klein has to rely on scholarships to complete the university's family background. He and Welch and others have participated in the rowing club of Hoy University, and they are good at rowing. ferry.

"You're really young..." Klein stopped to look at it and sighed.

In another week, that won't be the case anymore, because the school is going for summer vacation.

Along the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story masonry house, passed the registration, and entered it smoothly, and familiarly found the office where he received him last time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! He tapped his fingers on the half-closed door.

"Come in." A male voice came from the door.

Watching Klein push the door in, the middle-aged teacher in a white shirt and black tuxedo frowned slightly and said:

"There's still an hour left for the interview."

"Mr. Stone, do you remember me? Klein Moretti, a student of Senior Associate Professor Cohen, you have read my recommendation letter." Klein smiled and took off his hat.

Haven Stone touched his black beard and wondered:

"What's the matter with you? I'm not in charge of the interview."

"That's right, I've already found a job, so I won't be participating in the interview today." Klein said truthfully.

"Is that so..." Haven Stone understood, stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "Congratulations, you are a polite young man, I will tell the professors and senior associate professors."

Klein shook hands with the other party, intending to say goodbye and leave, but a familiar voice suddenly came from behind:

"Moretti, have you found another job?"

Klein turned around and saw an old man with silver hair and a deep outline but few wrinkles. His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were dark blue, and his black tuxedo was straight.

"Good morning, Master, Mr. Azik." He hurriedly saluted, "Why are you here?"

This old man is a senior associate professor of the Department of History at Hoy University. His mentor, Mr. Quentin Cohen, next to Cohen, there is a middle-aged man with a medium build and bronzed skin. He is holding a newspaper. Bearded, wearing a top hat, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, eyes revealing an indescribable vicissitudes of life, there is a black mole under the right ear that can only be found if you look closely.

Klein recognized him and often helped Mr. Azik, the original owner of the history department of Hoy University. He liked to argue with his mentor, Senior Associate Professor Cohen, and had many conflicting views. However, in fact, the two had a very good personal relationship, otherwise they would not be. Would love to get together for a chat.

Cohen nodded and said in a soothing tone:

"I came to an academic conference with Azik, what kind of job did you find?"

"A security company that searches, collects and protects antiquities, they need professional consultants, 3 pounds a week." Klein repeated what he said to his sister yesterday, and then explained, "You know, I like Explore history, not summarize history."

Cohen nodded lightly and said:

"Everyone has their own choice, and I'm very satisfied that you can remember to come to Tingen University to inform them instead of being absent."

At this time, Azik interjected and asked:

"Klein, do you know what happened to Welch and Naya? I read the newspaper that they were killed by burglars."

Has the case turned into a burglary? And it's in the paper so soon? Klein was stunned for a moment, then he considered the language and said:

"I don't know the specific situation. Welch got a notebook of the Antigonus family of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, and asked me to interpret it. I went there for a few days, and then I was busy looking for it. I'm working, and the police came to me two days ago."

He deliberately revealed "Solomon Empire" and "Antigonus Family" to see if the two history teachers would know something.

"The Fourth Epoch..." Cohen frowned and whispered.

Azik, with bronze skin and vicissitudes of eyes, was stunned at first, then took a breath, and rubbed his temple with his left hand holding the newspaper:

"Antigonus...it feels familiar...but I can't remember where I heard it..."