Chapter 4 Divination

Sitting back in the chair, Zhou Mingrui stood up slowly until the church bell in the distance rang again, seven times in a row, went to the cupboard, and took out the clothes.

A black vest, a formal dress of the same color, pants with slightly tight ankles, a half-top hat, and a faint bookish atmosphere made Zhou Mingrui look at himself in the mirror, as if he was watching a British drama telling a Victorian story.

"I'm not going for an interview, I'm just buying a vegetable and preparing the materials for the transfer ceremony..." Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice, shaking his head and laughing.

Klein was so obsessed with the upcoming interview that it turned into his body's instinct. When he couldn't concentrate enough, he habitually put on this only decent set of clothes.

Taking a breath, Zhou Mingrui took off his formal clothes and vest, put on an old brown-yellow coat, and changed the top of his head to a felt hat with the same color and rounded edge.

Packing himself up, he paced to the edge of the high and low bed, lifted the upper cushion, stretched his hand through the inconspicuous hole at the bottom, and groped for a while to find the mezzanine.

When his right hand retracted, there was an extra roll of banknotes in his palm, about seven or eight, dark green and white in color.

This is all Benson's current savings, even including the living expenses for these three days. Among them, there are only two five-soul banknotes, and the rest are one-soul.

In the currency system of the Loen Kingdom, the sole is located in the second layer, which is derived from ancient silver coins. One sole is equal to twelve copper pence, and there are two denominations of 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 is directly linked. One gold pound is equal to twenty soli, and there are three denominations of one, five and ten.

Zhou Mingrui unfolded the banknotes and smelled a very light and very light special ink fragrance.

This is the taste of money.

Perhaps it was because of the influence of Klein's memory fragments, or because of his unchanging desire for money. At this moment, Zhou Mingrui felt that he fell in love with these little guys.

Look, they're so beautifully patterned that they make George III look so cute with his moustache and stern...  

Lo and behold, the watermark seen through the sun is so tempting, and the well-designed anti-counterfeiting label makes it very different from the fake coquettish bitch!

After admiring for dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui took out two one-soul banknotes, re-rolled the rest, and stuffed them back into the interlayer inside the cushion.

After smoothing out the cloth strip near the hole, Zhou Mingrui neatly folded the two banknotes he took out and put them in the left pocket of his brown jacket, separate from the pennies in his trouser pocket.

After doing all this, he put the key in the right pocket, took the large dark brown paper bag, and walked quickly to the door.

Da Da, Da, the footsteps went from fast to slow, and finally stopped.

Zhou Mingrui stood by the door, his brows furrowed at some point.

There are many doubts about Klein's suicide. If he goes out like this, will he encounter any "accidents"?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the revolver that gleamed with brass.

This is the only self-defense weapon he can think of, and it is also a powerful enough weapon!

Although he has never practiced shooting, just pulling out this pistol can definitely scare people!

After rubbing the cold metal wheel, Zhou Mingrui stuffed the pistol into the pocket where the banknotes were, clenched the banknotes in his palm, and pressed his fingers on the handle of the gun to hide it perfectly.

A sense of security arises spontaneously, and he who knows a little about everything suddenly has a worry:

"Will it be fired by mistake?"

Thoughts came, Zhou Mingrui quickly found an idea, he pulled out the pistol, swung the revolver to the left, turned the bullet chamber vacated due to "suicide" to the ready-to-fire position, and then snapped it closed.

In this way, even if there is a fire, it is just an "empty bomb"!

After reloading the pistol, Zhou Mingrui put his left hand in his pocket and did not take it out again.

He pressed the hat with his right hand,

Open the door, and walk out.

During the daytime, the corridor was still dim, and the sunlight that could penetrate through the windows 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 July is approaching, it is midsummer, but Tingen is located in the north of Loen Kingdom and has unique climatic characteristics. The highest temperature in a year is only less than 30 degrees Celsius on the earth, the morning is even cooler, and there are dirty water in some places on the street. , littering of clutter, in Klein's memory, even if there are sewers in places where the low-income class lives, similar scenes are not uncommon, because there are many people and because of life.

"Come on, delicious pan-fried meat and fish!"

"Hot and fresh oyster soup, drink a bowl in the morning and keep your spirits up all day!"

"Fresh fish from the port for only 5p a piece!"

“Small muffins, eel soup with ginger beer!”

"Conch, conch, conch!"

"The vegetables just collected by the farms outside the city are cheap and fresh!"

...

Floating street vendors selling vegetables, fruits, and cooked food shouted loudly and greeted passersby who were in a hurry. Some of them would stop and compare their purchases carefully, while others waved impatiently because there was no work today. landing.

Zhou Mingrui smelled the stench and scent of the air, holding the gun handle firmly in his left hand, clenching the banknotes tightly, and holding the round-brimmed felt hat in his right hand, he bent down slightly, and lowered his head to cross the busy street.

There are thieves wherever there are many people, 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.

Walking all the way, when the surrounding crowd density returned to normal, Zhou Mingrui straightened his back again, raised his head, and looked towards the street.

There was a wandering accordionist playing, and the melody was sometimes melodious, sometimes warm.

Beside him, there were many children in ragged clothes, their faces sallow from malnutrition.

They listened to the music, followed the beat, twisted their bodies instinctively, danced their own dances, and their faces were full of joy, as if they were a little prince, a little angel.

A woman with a numb expression passed by, with a dirty skirt and dull skin.

Her eyes were dull and dull, and only when she looked at the group of children did a little light flash, as if she saw herself thirty years ago.

Zhou Mingrui passed her, turned to another street, and stopped in front of "Slim Bakery".

The owner of the bakery is a seventy-year-old grandmother named Wendy Sling. Her hair is all gray, and her face is always filled with a gentle smile. She has been selling bread and pastries here since Klein can remember.

Well, the Tingen cakes and lemon cakes she bakes are very delicious... Zhou Mingrui swallowed and smiled:

"Mrs. Slyn, eight pounds of rye bread."

"Oh, little Klein, how about Benson, hasn't come back yet?" Wendy asked with a smile.

"There are still a few days." Zhou Mingrui replied vaguely.

Wendy sighed while holding rye bread:

"He's a good, hard-working guy, and he's going to have a good wife."

Having said this, the corners of her mouth rose, and she smiled slightly naughty:

"Okay now, you've graduated, our Hoy University history graduate~ Well, you can make money soon, you shouldn't live in an apartment like this, at least have your own bathroom. "

"Mrs. Sling, you 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 Tingen University, then the whole family will indeed go straight to a well-off!

In his memory fragments, he even fantasized about renting a single-family house in the suburbs, with five or six rooms upstairs, two bathrooms, a large balcony, two rooms downstairs, a dining room, a living room, and a kitchen , a bathroom, a basement storage room.

This is not an extravagant hope. Even a lecturer at Tingen University can earn 2 gold pounds per week. After turning into a full-time student, it is 3 gold pounds and 10 soles. You must know that Klein's brother Benson has worked for many years, and his weekly salary is also It is only £10 soli, and the average worker in the factory is even less than £1 or just a little bit early, and the rent for such a single-family house ranges from 19 soli to 1 £18 soli.

"This is the difference between a monthly income of three or four thousand and a monthly income of fourteen or five..." Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself.

However, the premise of all this is to pass the interview at Tingen University or Backlund University.

As for other ways, people without backgrounds cannot be recommended to become public officials, while those who study history have a narrower scope of employment, and there is not much demand for private advisors of nobles, bankers, and industrial tycoons.

Considering that Klein's knowledge had also become "fragmented", incomplete and incomplete, Zhou Mingrui's expectations for Mrs. Sling were full of embarrassment and a guilty conscience.

"No, I've always been this young," Wendy replied humorously.

As she spoke, she put the sixteen loaves of rye bread she had weighed into the large dark brown paper bag that Zhou Mingrui brought, and said with her right hand:

"Nine pence."

Each loaf of rye bread weighs around 0.5 pounds, and deviations are inevitable.

"9p, didn't you want 11p two days ago?" Zhou Mingrui asked subconsciously.

Last month it was 15p.

"You have to thank the repeal of the Cereal Act, thank those who marched." Wendy spread her hands and smiled.

Zhou Mingrui nodded as if he didn't understand. Klein's memory of this was somewhat incomplete. He only remembered that the core of the "Corn Act" was to protect the prices of domestic agricultural products. Grain and cereals in Matheen, Lenburg and other countries.

Why would anyone march against it?

Without further ado, Zhou Mingrui was afraid of bringing out the revolver, so he could only carefully take out the banknotes, took out one of them, and handed it to Mrs. Sling.

After recovering three copper pennies and stuffing them into his trousers pocket, he carried the paper bag containing the bread and headed to the "Lettuce and Meat" market across the street, working hard for the lamb stew with tender peas that his sister had told him to do.

There is a municipal square at the intersection of Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street. At this time, many tents have been set up, and clowns dressed in weird and funny are distributing flyers.

"Tomorrow night, the circus performance?" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the flyer in the other's hand, and whispered the general content.

Melissa must like it very much. I don't know how to collect the tickets? With a flash of thought, Zhou Mingrui moved closer.

He was about to ask one of the red and yellow clowns when a hoarse female voice suddenly came from his side:

"Want to divination?"

Turning his head subconsciously, Zhou Mingrui saw a woman wearing a pointed hat and a long black dress standing in front of a low tent.

Her face was smeared with red and yellow oil paint, and her eyes were deep gray and blue.

"No." Zhou Mingrui shook his head and replied, he had no spare money to do divination.

The woman smiled and said:

"My tarot divination is very accurate."

"Tarot..." Zhou Mingrui was stunned.

This pronunciation is very similar to the tarot cards on earth!

The earth's tarot cards belong to a kind of fortune-telling poker, but there are more "graphic cards" with symbols.

Wait... He suddenly remembered the origin of tarot divination in this world.

It does not come from the seven orthodox gods, nor is it a legacy from ancient times, but more than 170 years ago, by Roselle Gustav, then the consul of the Republic of Intis invention.

This Mr. Roselle invented the steam engine, improved the sailboat, overthrew the rule of the Intis Kingdom, and was recognized by the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" as the first consul of the new republic.

Later, he fought in the north and south, and included Lenburg and other countries under the protection, so that the powers of the Northern Continent such as the Loen Kingdom, Fenepot, and Feysac Empire bowed their heads one after another, and then changed the republic to an empire again, calling himself "Emperor Caesar" .

It was during Roselle's reign that the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" received the first public oracle since the "Fifth Epoch" and changed the title of "God of Craftsmen" to "God of Steam and Machinery".

Roselle also invented tarot divination, and established the composition and gameplay of the current card. There are several types that Zhou Mingrui is familiar with, such as upgrade, landlord, Texas, Quint...

In addition, he sent a fleet to find a channel to the southern continent in the storm and turbulence, and opened the colonial era.

It is a pity that when he was old, he was betrayed. In 1198 of the Fifth Age, he was assassinated by the Church of the Eternal Sun, the royal family Sauron and other nobles, and died in the White Maple Palace.

This... remembering this common sense, Zhou Mingrui suddenly had a toothache.

Wouldn't this be a senior transmigrator?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui wanted to see what the tarot cards here look like, so he nodded to the woman with a pointed hat and painted face:

"If not, uh, the price is reasonable, I'll give it a try."

The woman immediately smiled and said:

"Sir, you are the first person to come for divination today, free of charge."

PS: The second is to ask for a recommendation ticket~