The afterglow outside the window was darkened with golden light. Klein looked at Melissa's eyes and couldn't find any words for a moment, because he couldn't use any of the prepared lines.

He coughed twice and teased his brain:

"Melissa, this is not a waste of salary. In the future, Benson and my colleagues will come to visit. Will they be entertained in such a place? In the future, Benson and I will get married and have a wife. Do we still have to have a high and low bed?"

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

"No, Melissa, this is the rule of society." Klein felt a headache and could only make a big mistake. "Since you get a weekly salary of 3 pounds, you must have a decent match for a weekly salary of 3 pounds."

To be honest, he, who once squeezed into a shared house, is not unfamiliar with his current living conditions and is completely adaptable. However, it is precisely because of this experience that he has increasingly understood the inconvenience of similar environments for girls. Moreover, his goal is to become an extraordinary person, study mysticism, and find a "way" to go home. In the future, some magic rituals will inevitably be done at home. There are many people in the apartment and it is easy to have problems.

Seeing that Melissa wanted to say something else, Klein quickly added:

"Don't worry, I didn't consider a single-family house. I planned to see the townhouse. In short, I have to have my own bathroom. I also like Mrs. Sling's bread, Tingen cakes and lemon cakes. We can first consider the places close to Iron Cross and Daffodil Street."

Melissa's lips pursed slightly, she was silent for a while, and nodded slowly.

"And I'm not in a hurry to move, I have to wait for Benson to come back." Klein smiled, "Otherwise, after he opened the door, he would say in surprise, what about my family's things? Where is my brother and sister? Where is my home? Is this my home? Did I go to the wrong place? Goddess, tell me if this is a dream. Why did you come back from a few days and you don't even have a home!"

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

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

At Moretti's house, everyone likes to joke with the landlord Mr. Frankie as a joke. This trend was brought up by his elder brother Benson.

"Yes, he won't change the locks for the tenant behind him." Klein smiled and pointed to the door, saying humorously, "Ms. Melissa, are you going to Silver Crown Restaurant to celebrate together?"

Melissa sighed slightly:

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

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

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

"Her brother Chris is a lawyer and currently has a weekly salary of nearly 3 pounds. His fiancée works as a typist." Melissa first described the situation, and then said, "They have been engaged for more than four years. In order to have a stable and good life after marriage, they are still saving money until today. They have not entered the church yet. They plan to wait for at least one year. According to Selena, people who are similar to her brother are like this. Generally, they can get married after the age of 28. You have to prepare in advance, save money well, and don't waste it."

Just go to a restaurant for a meal. Is there so many big reasons? Klein didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Melissa, I have a weekly salary of 3 pounds now, and it will increase every year in the future. You don't have to worry."

"But we need to save money to prevent accidents. For example, the security company suddenly went bankrupt. I have a classmate who had to go to the dock to find some temporary jobs because his father's company went bankrupt. The conditions at home deteriorated instantly, so he had to drop out of school." Melissa spoke seriously about her brother.

...Klein reached out and covered his face:

"That, that security company and the government, well, have some relationship with the government and will not go bankrupt."

"But the government is not stable. After each election, if the parties change, most positions will be replaced and become a mess." Melissa retorted persistently.

...Sister, you know so much... Klein shook his head angry and funny:

"All right……"

"Then I'll stew the ingredients left yesterday together. You go to the street to buy a fried pork fish, a piece of beef with black pepper sauce, a small can of butter, and bring me a glass of ginger beer. In short, just celebrate it a little."

These are all foods that Iron Cross vendors often sell, a pan-fried meat fish 6 to 8pence, a not-too-large piece of beef with black pepper sauce 5pence, a cup of ginger beer 1pence, a small can of butter about a quarter pound, and a 4pence - it only takes 1 sulle 3pence to buy 1 pound of cream directly.

The original owner was responsible for purchasing the ingredients at home every holiday, and was not unfamiliar with the price. After a few seconds, Klein calculated that it was roughly 6 pence for 1 Suer, so he directly drew the two 1 Suer notes.

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

Seeing her sister taking out the small can of butter and the basin of other food, and walking towards the door with brisk steps, Klein thought for a while and shouted at her:

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

Many vendors on Iron Cross Street will purchase fruits that are of poor quality or stored for too long from other places, and people here are not angry about this because the price is very cheap. Just cut off the rotten areas after returning home and taste the delicious food, which is considered a cheap enjoyment.

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

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

Klein took two steps back and smiled:

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

“…” Melissa opened her mouth, her eyes blinked, and finally she only spit out one word, “Okay.”

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

…………

A river passes through, with cypress and maple trees standing on both sides, the air is so fresh that it makes people feel drunk.

Klein, who came to solve the interview, carried a revolver, walked down the public carriage that paid 6pence along the cement road, heading towards the three-story brick and stone house hidden in the green, which was the office building of Tingen University.

"It is worthy of being one of the two most famous universities in the Ruan Kingdom..." Klein, who came here for the first time, sighed while walking.

Compared to this place, Hoy University on the other side of the river is simply rude.

"Ha!" "Haa!"

As shouts approached, two rows rushed from the upper reaches of the Hoy River, and wooden oars flipped neatly and orderly.

This is a rowing sport popular in all universities in the Kingdom of Roone. Klein has to rely on scholarships to complete his university degree. He has participated in the rowing club of Hoy University with Welch and others, and has rowed well.

"So young..." Klein stopped and looked at it, sighing.

In another week, this situation will no longer exist because the school will be on summer vacation.

Following the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story brick and stone house, and through registration, he successfully entered inside, and found the office that he had received last time.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! He knocked on the half-closed door with his fingers.

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

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

“There is one hour left for the interview.”

"Mr. Stone, do you remember me? Crane Moretti, a student of senior associate professor of Cohen, you have read my letter of recommendation." Crane took off her hat with a smile.

Harvin Stone touched his black beard and asked in confusion:

"Is there anything you have? I'm not responsible for the interview."

"That's right. I've found a job and I won't be interviewing today." Klein said the purpose truthfully.

"That's it..." Harvin Stone understood, stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "Congratulations, what a polite young man, I will tell the professor and the senior associate professors."

Klein shook hands with the other party, and planned to say goodbye and leave after a few words of greetings, but suddenly a familiar voice came from behind:

"Moreti, have you found another job?"

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

"Good morning, mentor, Mr. Azke." He said quickly, "Why are you here?"

The old man is a senior associate professor of the history department of Hoy University. His mentor, Mr. Quentin Cohen. Next to Cohen, there is also a middle-aged man with a medium-sized body and bronze skin. He holds a newspaper in his hand, has no beard left, wears a top hat, has black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and his eyes show an indescribable vicissitudes. There is a black mole that can only be found by looking closely at it.

Klein recognized him and often helped the original owner, Mr. Azke, a history faculty member of the original Hoy University. He liked to argue with his mentor, Senior Associate Professor Cohen, and had many conflicts of views. However, in fact, the two had a good personal relationship, otherwise they would not like to chat together.

Cohen nodded and said in a soothing tone:

"Azk and I came to an academic conference. What job did you find?"

"A security company that does antique search, collect and protect, they need professional consultants, £3 a week." Klein repeated what he said to his sister yesterday, and explained, "You know, I like to explore history, not summarizing it."

Cohen nodded gently and said:

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

At this time, Azk interjected and asked:

"Kline, do you know what happened to Welch and Naya? I read the newspaper and said they were killed by house robbers."

The case turned into a robbery? And it was put on the newspaper so quickly? Klein was stunned for a moment and said with thoughtful words:

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation. Welch had a note from the Antigonus family of the Quaternary Solomon Empire and asked me to interpret it. I started to go there for a few days, but later I was busy looking for a job. The police came to me two days ago."

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

"Quarter …" Cohen frowned and whispered.

With bronze skin and vicissitudes of eyes, Azke was stunned at first, then took a breath, rubbing his temples with his left hand holding the newspaper:
Chapter completed!