At the beginning of the 20th century, the Temple of Isis Uracia——
The kerosene and heater emitted a soft glow, illuminating this small room.
The furnishings are scattered, and expired newspapers are piled crumpled in the corner. It looks like they worked part-time as rags and garbage bags before becoming in this state. Such as playing cards, chess and some gambling equipment are also everywhere, and
Many wine bottles.
There were several men and women in the room, some were sitting on the rocking chairs next to the stove, some were sitting very ungracefully on the black sandalwood table, and some were leaning against the wall with their chests in their arms like a boss.
Just by looking at this scene, you can imagine what the lives of these people are like.
Even if the history of these people has been passed down by later generations in some places as miraculous, just like great men in certain fields, in fact they are indeed great men in certain fields.
It's just that no matter how great a person is, he has to face problems that must be compromised by reality.
At the moment, these people who are discussing a topic that may determine a part of history are about to face a crisis!
"Dong dong dong!" There was a rough knocking on the door.
"The warmth is leaking out! I know you are inside - is it over? No one is doing human-creation activities, right? If not or it's over, I'll open the door! I'll give you ten seconds."
Ten seconds later——
There was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning, and then the door opened.
A child-like being wearing a dress similar to that of a monk, with shiny waist-length blond hair, walked in with loud steps.
She glanced at the people in the room with dissatisfied eyes and said, "You have been in arrears with your rent for three months. Last time you promised to pay it together next time, but I failed last time. What are your plans this time?
? Let’s play with the old rules and see if there is a chance to cancel them?”
That's right, no matter what great achievements you have, you have to live as a human being. Great people may have great things, but they may not have a life above subsistence. Even if the landlord comes to collect rent, it may be a huge crisis.
By the way, the landlord here is Crounpis.
This place is not as grand as the "Cathedral of Isis Uracia", but it is rented by a group of wealthy and wealthy great people to do various things, including smoking, drinking, gambling, having sex with men and women, and of course working.
Related serious matters.
Clownpis came to this world for a "vacation" and collected information in order not to have anything to do with Academy City. She discovered what these people were doing and was very interested in their serious business, so she used some information.
Using small means, they bought a cheap house that they had rented for a long time and whose original landlord had nothing to do with their world.
"Especially you." Crownpiss quickly walked up to an uncle wearing a top hat, a coat, and a red military uniform that was as eye-catching as the dress at that time instead of camouflage. "You obviously belong to the nobility of Great Britain. This
What happened to Vice Virtue?”
"Mathers, is it really your turn this time?" an old man said to the man in military uniform.
"..." Mathers was silent for a few seconds and replied to the old man, "Wescott, everything is connected, and nothing can escape the influence of each other."
"What's the matter, Mathers, you sound like Fraser. But if you still can't pay the rent and want help, just keep your head down and say so."
"That's it, gloomy old man. You, a person who can get public subsidies for doing nothing, won't understand my difficulties. Forget it, if it doesn't work, I will ask Anne for help, but this time...
Well, now that we've been met, we have to behave ourselves." Mathers turned to Crownpiss.
"Oh, I've obviously been here a few times, but even if I ask my wife and friends to borrow more, I don't want to play with me anymore. Do you have confidence this time?" Crounpis narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, but I won't play cards this time. You must remember that you are more familiar with the traces and tricks mentioned above than we are? Some of the cards have been swapped for you."
"You just know it, hee hee hee. But if you didn't notice it while playing, it's not a foul. This is gambling."
"How about a fair game of chess this time?" Mathers placed a black and white chessboard on the table.
"Chess, there really isn't a trick to play in this thing. If there is one, it's just like replacing one of you or someone with whom you have connections as your opponent. I agree."
Crownpis sat at the chessboard table and raised her face to face Mathers opposite.
"Old rules, regardless of winning or losing, the rent can be written off, but if I win, you will have to use part of your research results to pay off the debt." As he said that, he picked up a black "war" chess and moved forward.
Two spaces.
"It doesn't matter, the opinions you put forward in the last discussion are also very constructive." Mathers also played a "war" game and continued, "Although the idea of combining the products of the Industrial Revolution with the development of magic is currently not practical.
, but it’s really interesting, I’d like you to come along.”
Because this is not an organization, it is relatively casual. They are not a highly organized magician group, nor a secret sect, nor a research institution that wants to change the world.
Although the people here have achieved personal achievements in the field of magic, it is also a place where the top leaders of the magic society "Golden Dawn" that will be remembered in history gather. Samuel Reed McQueen Mathers, William Wynn
Ern Westcott, Alan Bennett and other people who Crounpis is not sure he can win 100% are all here.
But this is just a place rented by these people for vulgar entertainment, and a place where they can drink and brag about their research results (but some of them are really so poor that they can only live here). So if you can get a compromise on money
, it’s okay to ask the homeowner to participate as well.
"Doesn't that mean I have to provide you with free housing and places? I refuse." Crownpis continued to play the "war" game.
The biggest reason is not like that. Crounpis doesn't care about the rent of this Isis Uracia Temple. She doesn't want to have too many consequences with this world. In this world, she "discovers" the magic book and her own potential.
When his drained body could still accept the enhanced magic, he became interested in these people again. He couldn't bear to leave them alone, so he played the role of a homeowner here.
Moreover, her studies were just part of her vacation, so she felt that if she got involved, she would be in endless toil.
Mathers: "Too much attachment to the world will hinder the magician's progress."
Crown Pease: "Before you say this, please reflect on the fact that your wife is still working outside to earn and borrow money, right?"
