The Mysterious King

Chapter 29 "Career" and Housing are Both Serious Matters

Klein tried hard not to behave abnormally, and asked with genuine

curiosity:

"What abilities does 'Soothsayer' have?"

"Your question is not accurate enough. It should be about what abilities

will be obtained after taking the 'divineer' potion?" Dunn Smith shook his head

and smiled, his gray eyes and face turned away from the red moon, hiding in

the shadows, "Astrology , card divination, pendulum, spiritual vision and

many, many similar things. Of course, it does not mean that you will

understand and master them immediately after taking the magic potion. The

magic potion only gives you the qualifications and abilities to learn these."

"Because of the lack of direct means of fighting the enemy, you should be

able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not

suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, in terms of occult knowledge,

'divinationists' will be better than 'peepers' Mystery Man' is more

knowledgeable and professional."

It sounds quite in line with my requirements... but the lack of direct means

of confronting the enemy is a bit hesitant... and the Church of the Goddess of

the Night most likely does not have a subsequent "sequence"... "Temple"

should refer to the Church's headquarters, the Church of Tranquility... Low-

sequence firearms may not be comparable to direct confrontation with

enemies... Klein fell into silence, and the balance in his mind swayed from side

to side. Sometimes he was a "secret peeper", sometimes a "seer", and as for

the "corpse collector", he no longer did it. consider.

When Dunn Smith saw this, he smiled and said:

"Don't rush to choose. Tell me the answer on Monday morning. No matter

which one you want to choose, or you plan to give up directly, there will be no

additional opinions among us Nighthawks."

“Be still and ask your heart."

After saying that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and slowly walked

past Klein and towards the stairs.

Klein did not speak, did not give an answer immediately, and silently

saluted and watched silently.

Although he had been hoping to become an Extraordinary all the time

before, when the opportunity really came to him, he was still full of hesitation:

the lack of "sequence" after that, the various out-of-control of

"Extraordinary", the deplorable diary of Emperor Russell Faith, the illusory

whispers that make people crazy and depraved, are mixed together into a

swamp that hinders progress.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It's comparable to a good or bad student applying for the college entrance

examination..." Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking,

opened the door softly, returned home, and lay on the bed.

He lay there with his eyes open, quietly looking at the bottom of the upper

bunk bed that was stained with a faint crimson color.

Drunks staggered past outside the window, and a carriage drove quickly on

the empty street in the distance. These noises did not destroy the tranquility of

the night, but made it more remote and deeper.

Klein's emotions calmed down, and he thought of all the past events on

earth, his father who liked to exercise and always spoke in a loud voice, his

mother who had chronic diseases but liked to do things for him, and the

memories he had together since childhood. Growing up, the best friends who

evolved from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong

games together, think of the failed confession partner whose appearance has

been blurred... These are like the quiet flowing river, not many ripples, not too

deep sentimentality, But it drowned the soul silently.

Perhaps only when you lose it can you learn to cherish it. When the crimson

faded, the sky burned, and the golden color emerged, Klein had already made

his choice.

He got up and went to the public washroom to wash his face to refresh

himself. Then he took a 1 sole note and went to Mrs. Wendy's to buy 8 pounds of

rye bread for 9 pence to supplement the staple food he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread has begun to stabilize..." After breakfast, Benson

commented while changing clothes.

Today was Sunday, and he and Melissa finally got a chance to rest.

Klein, who had long been dressed in formal attire, sat on a chair, flipping

through the expired newspapers he brought back yesterday, and said in

surprise:

"Here is an advertisement for a house for rent: No. 3 Wendel Street,North

District, a single-family house with two floors, six rooms upstairs, three

bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room, a living room, and a kitchen

downstairs. , two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage

room... Outside the house, there are 2 acres of private lawn in front and a small

garden in the back, which can be rented for one, two or three years, weekly The

rent is £1.6 sores. If you are interested, please go to No. 16, Rue de Champagne

and see Mr. Gusev."

"This is our future goal." Benson put on his black top hat and said with a

smile, "The rents in the newspapers are on the high side, and the Tingen City

Improvement Housing Company has cheaper options that are not much worse

than them. ."

"Why don't you go to the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement

Association?" Melissa held the shabby gauze hat in her hand, and the off-white

light long skirt that she had mended several times but was still the best. From

inside the cubicle, Walked out.

She is calm and reserved, but can't hide her youthful aura.

Benson laughed and said:

"Who did you hear about the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement

Association? Jenny? Mrs. Rochelle? Or your good friend Selina?"

Melissa glanced to the side and replied softly:

"Mrs. Rochelle... I happened to meet her when I was washing up last night.

She asked Klein about the interview situation. I told him a little bit about it, and

then she suggested finding the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement

Association."

Seeing that Klein was also confused, Benson shook his head with a smile

and said:

"This is a housing association for the poor, er, to be precise, the lower class

people. The houses they build and renovate are basically of the public bathroom

type. They only provide three options, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-

bedroom. You want to continue to live there. In a similar place?”

"The Tingen City Improvement Housing Company has the same business

as them, but it also provides the middle and lower class with the opportunity to

choose. Frankly speaking, we are a little better than the lower middle class now,

but worse than the real middle class. , it's not about the salary, it's mainly

about the lack of accumulation time.”

Klein understood, put away the newspaper, took the top hat, stood up and

said:

"Then let's set off."

"I remember that the 'Tingen City Housing Improvement Company' was

on Daffodil Street." Benson said as he opened the door. "They are called the

'Five Percent Charity' like the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement

Association'. I know it is Because of what?"

"I don't know." Klein lifted his cane and walked beside Melissa.

The girl with smooth black hair hanging down to her vest also nodded.

Benson walks out:

"This kind of associations and companies that improve housing are all

established under the influence of Backlund. Their funds can be obtained from

three channels. One is to raise money from charity funds, and the other is to

obtain it from the government's public affairs loan officer through declaration.

The annual interest rate is only 4% for high-quality loans. The third is to

accept commercial investment and charge a certain rent and give the other

party a 5% return every year, so it is called 'five percent charity'."

Kick, kick, kick, the three brothers and sisters went down the stairs and

walked slowly towards Daffodil Street. They planned to find the current

landlord Mr. French after confirming the house, so as not to have to move out

because they couldn't move in there. Condition.

"I heard from Selena, is there such a purely charitable housing

improvement company?" Melissa said as if she was thinking.

Benson chuckled and said:

"Yes, the 'Deville Trust Company' established with Sir De Vere's donation,

he builds apartments for the working class and provides specialized property

management, but only charges very low rents. However, the requirements are

very strict."

"It sounds like you don't like it too much?" Klein was keenly aware and

asked with a smile.

"No, I respect Sir De Vere very much, but I think he must not know what

the life of a real poor person is like. The requirements for his apartment are like

the hope given by a priest, which is too unrealistic. For example, major

vaccinations must be taken. , must take turns cleaning the bathroom, cannot

sublet the house or use it for business, cannot litter, cannot let children play in

the corridor, Goddess, does he want to turn everyone into a gentleman and a

lady?" Benson replied in his usual tone.

Klein frowned in confusion and said:

“It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with it, it's all good

requests."

"Yeah." Melissa nodded in agreement.

Benson turned his head, glanced at them, and laughed:

"Perhaps I have protected you too well and have never really seen the life of

the poor. Do you think they have the money to get major vaccinations? The

queue for free charity medical organizations can be three months away."

"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If they can't share

and rent out the house, charge a certain fee, and then move out again when

they are unemployed? And many women help others at home by sewing clothes

and pasting matchboxes. To make a living, this is a commercial application,

should we drive them all out?"

"Most poor people are using all their energy to maintain their lives. Do you

think they will have time to discipline their children and prevent them from

playing in the corridor? You can probably only lock them in the house and send

them to the hospital when they are seven or eight years old. A place that is

willing to accept child labor.”

Benson described it without many adjectives, which made Klein feel a little

creepy.

Is this the life of the people at the bottom?

Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence. After a long time, she said in an

ethereal tone:

"After moving down the street, Jenny no longer wanted me to go to her

house to look for her..."

"I hope her father can get out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable

job again, but I have seen too many drunkards who numb themselves with

alcohol..." Benson sneered in a heavy tone.

Klein didn't know what to say, and Melissa seemed to be in the same state.

The three siblings walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the "Tingen

City Improvement Housing Company".

The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with a kind

smile. He was not wearing formal clothes or hat, wearing a white shirt and a

black vest.

"You can call me Scat. I wonder what kind of house you guys need?" He

glanced at Klein's silver-encrusted cane and smiled warmer.

Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and gestured for him

to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

"Townhouses."

Scat turned over the documents and files in his hand, and the corners of his

mouth turned up and he said:

"There are currently five properties that are not rented out. To be honest,

we are more targeting the real housing difficulties, six, eight, even ten, twelve

laborers and their children squeezed into one room, in the rows. There are not

many houses, one is at No. 2 Daffodil Street, one is in the North District, and

one is in the East District... The rent ranges from 12 to 16 soles per week, you

can check out the detailed introduction."

He pushed the document in his hand to Benson, Klein and Melissa.

After browsing through it, the three siblings looked at each other and

pointed at a certain location on the paper.

"Let's look at No. 2 Daffodil Street first," Benson said, and Klein and

Melissa nodded along.

This area is barely an area they are familiar with.