The Mysterious King

Chapter 24: Being frugal at home

The afterglow outside the window dimmed golden, and Klein looked into

Melissa's eyes. He couldn't find anything to say for a moment, because he

couldn't use any of the lines he had prepared.

He coughed twice and said in a hurry:

"Melissa, this is not a waste of salary. When Benson and my colleagues

come as guests in the future, do we entertain them in a place like this? When

Benson and I get married and have a wife, do we still need high and low beds?"

"Don't you have a fiancée yet? You can wait a little longer and save more

money." Melissa said with clear logic.

"No, Melissa, this is the rule of society." Klein felt a headache and could

only rationalize, "Since you get a weekly salary of 3 pounds, you must have the

decency to match the weekly salary of 3 pounds."

To be honest, he has lived in a shared house before, so he is no stranger to

the current living conditions and is completely adapted to it. However, it is

precisely because of this experience that he understands more and more the

inconveniences of similar environments for girls, and his goal is Become an

extraordinary person, study mysticism, and find the "path" home. In the

future, it is inevitable to perform some magic rituals at home. There are many

people in the apartment, and problems are prone to occur.

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

"Don't worry, I'm not considering a single-family house. I plan to look at a

townhouse. In short, I have to have my own bathroom. Also, I also like Mrs.

Slin's bread, tingen cakes and lemon cakes. We can first consider leaving.A

place near Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street.”

Melissa pursed her lips slightly, remained silent for a while, and nodded

slowly.

"Besides, I am not in a hurry to move. I have to wait for Benson to come

back." Klein smiled and said, "Otherwise, when he opens the door, he will be

shocked and surprised and say, where are the things in my house? My brothers

and sisters Where? Where is my home? Is this my home? Have I gone to the

wrong place? Goddess, please tell me if this is a dream. How come I don't even

have a home after I've been away for a few days!"

He imitated Benson's tone, which made Melissa unconsciously bend her

eyes, revealing the shallow dimples on her cheeks.

"No, Mr. French will wait at the door and ask Benson to hand over the keys

to the apartment. Benson won't be able to go upstairs at all." The girl insulted

the stingy and greedy landlord.

In the Moretti family, everyone loves to make fun of the landlord, Mr.

French, whenever they have nothing to do. This trend was started by the eldest

brother Benson.

"Yes, he will not change the locks for the tenants behind him." Klein

agreed with a smile, pointed at the door, and said humorously, "Ms. Melissa,

would you like to go to the Silver Crown Restaurant to celebrate together?"

Melissa sighed slightly and said:

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

Selena? A girl with long burgundy hair and dark brown eyes suddenly

appeared in Klein's mind. Her parents were both believers of the goddess of the

night, and they blessed her in the name of the 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 to show that he remembered Selena Wood.

"Her brother Chris is a solicitor and currently has a weekly salary of close

to 3 pounds. His fiancée works part-time as a typist." Melissa first described

the situation and then said, "They have been engaged for more than four years.

In order to get married, Later, she had a stable and good life. To this day, she is

still saving money. She has not entered the church yet and plans to wait for at

least another year. According to Selena, people similar to her brother are like

this. They are usually 28 years old. You can't get married until later, so you

have to prepare in advance, save money and don't waste it.”

I just went to a restaurant to have a meal. Is it necessary to make such a big

deal... Klein didn't know whether to cry or laugh when he heard this. He

thought for a few seconds and said, "Melissa, I have a weekly salary of 3 pounds

now. In the future, It will increase every year, so you don't have to 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 drop out

of school because his father's company went bankrupt and he had to find

temporary work at the dock. The conditions at home deteriorated instantly.."

Melissa persuaded her brother with a serious expression.

...Klein stretched out his hand to cover his face:

"That, that security company has something to do with the government,

well, it has something to do with the government, and it won't go bankrupt

casually."

"But the government is also unstable. After every election, if there is a

change of party, most positions will be replaced and it will become a mess."

Melissa retorted persistently.

...Sister, you know so much... Klein shook his head angrily and amusedly:

"All right......"

"Then I'll make a soup with the remaining ingredients from yesterday.You

can go buy a pan-fried fish on the street, a piece of beef with black pepper

sauce, a small can of butter, and bring me a cup of ginger beer. Anyway, let's

celebrate a little bit. one time."

These are the foods that vendors on Iron Cross Street often sell. A pan-

fried fish costs 6 to 8 pence, a small piece of beef with black pepper sauce costs

5 pence, a cup of ginger beer costs 1 pence, and a small can of cream costs about

four cents. 1pound, 4 pence - 1 pound of cream directly costs 1 sole 3 pence.

The original owner was responsible for the purchase of food ingredients for

his family every holiday, and he was no stranger to prices. Klein calculated in

his mind for a few seconds and figured out that it would cost roughly 1 sole and

6 pence, so he directly took out the two 1 sole 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 of other

food, and walk briskly towards the door, Klein thought for a moment and called

her to stop:

"Melissa, buy some fruit with the remaining money."

Many vendors on Iron Cross Street buy fruits of poor quality or that have

been stored for too long from other places, but people here are not angry about

this because the price is very cheap and you can taste it as long as you cut off

the rotten areas when you go home. It's delicious and can 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.

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

confusion.

Klein took two steps back and smiled slightly:

"Remember to go to Mrs. Slim's and treat yourself to a small slice of lemon

cake."

".." Melissa opened her mouth, blinked her eyes, and finally uttered only

one word, "Okay."

She quickly turned around, opened the door, and ran towards the stairs.

A river flows through it, with cypress and maple trees lining its banks. The

air is so fresh that it makes you feel drunk.

Klein, who came to settle the interview matter, carried a revolver in his

arms and a cane, stepped off the public carriage that he paid 6 pence for,

walked along the cement road, and approached the three-story brick and stone

house hidden in the green, which is the university of Tingen. office building.

"It is indeed one of the two most famous universities in the Kingdom of

Loen..." Klein, who came here for the "first time", sighed as he walked.

Compared with here, Hoy University across the river is simply humble.

"Haha!" "Haha!"

The shouts came closer, and two racing boats rushed from the upper

reaches of the Hoy River, with wooden oars turning neatly and orderly.

This is a popular rowing sport in all universities in Loen Kingdom.With

Klein's family background, he had to rely on scholarships to complete his

university studies. He and Welch and others participated in the rowing club of

Hoy University and were good at rowing. Boat.

"You are so young..." Klein stopped to look at it and sighed.

In another week, this situation will no longer exist because school will be

out for summer vacation.

Along the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story brick and

stone house, passed the registration, entered smoothly, and familiarly found

the office where he had been received last time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! He knocked lightly on the ajar door.

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

Watching Klein push through the door, 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 still remember me? Klein Moretti, a student of Senior

Associate Professor Cohen, you have read my letter of recommendation." Klein

took off his hat with a smile.

Haven Stone touched his black beard and said doubtfully:

"What do you want? I'm not responsible for the interview."

"It's like this. I've found a job and I won't be attending the interview

today." Klein truthfully stated his purpose.

"That's it..." Haven Stone understood, stood up, stretched out his right

hand and said, "Congratulations, you are such a polite young man. I will tell the

professors and senior associate professors."

Klein shook hands with the other party and planned to say goodbye and

leave after saying a few words, when a familiar voice suddenly came from

behind:

"Moretti, have you found another job?"

Klein turned around and saw an old man with silver hair, deep outlines but

not many wrinkles. He had sunken eye sockets, dark blue eyes, and a straight

black tuxedo.

"Good morning, mentor, Mr. Azik." He saluted hurriedly, "Why are you

here?"

This old man is the senior associate professor of the History Department of

Hoy University. His tutor is Mr.Quentin Cohen.Next to Cohen, there is a

middle-aged man with medium build and bronze skin. He is holding a

newspaper. He has a beard, wears a top hat, has black hair and brown eyes, soft

facial features, and his eyes reveal an indescribable vicissitude. There is a black

mole under his right ear that can only be discovered if you look closely.

Klein recognized him as Mr. Azik, a history professor at Hoy University

who often helped the original owner. He liked to argue with his mentor, senior

associate professor Cohen, and often had conflicting views. However, in fact,

the two had a good personal relationship, otherwise they would not Would love

to chat together.

Cohen nodded and said in a soothing tone:

"Azik and I came to attend an academic conference. What job did you

find?"

"A security company that searches, collects and protects antiquities. They

need professional consultants at 3 pounds per week." Klein repeated what he

said to his sister yesterday, and then explained, "You know, I like Explore

history, not summarize it."

Cohen nodded slightly and said:

"Everyone has their own choice. I am satisfied that you can remember to

come to Tingen University to inform them instead of simply absenting

yourself."

At this time, Azik interrupted and asked:

"Klein, do you know what happened to Welch and Naya? I read in the

newspaper that they were killed by burglars."

Has the case turned into a home invasion? And it was in the newspapers so

quickly? Klein was stunned for a moment, then considered his words:

"I'm not too sure about the specific situation. Welch got a notebook from

the Antigonus family of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Age and asked me to

interpret it. I went there for a few days, and then I was busy looking for it. I'm

at work, and the police came to see me two days ago."

He deliberately revealed the "Solomon Empire" and the "Antigonus

Family" to see if the two history department teachers would know anything.

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

Azik, who had bronze skin and aged eyes, was startled at first, then took a

breath, rubbed his temples with his left hand holding the newspaper and said:

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