Klein tried hard not to show any abnormality, and asked with a genuine and curious attitude:

"What are the 'Divider's abilities?"

"Your problem is not accurate enough. What abilities will you gain after taking the 'Divorcer' potion?" Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face facing the red moon, hiding in the shadow. "Astrology, card divination, spiritual pendulum, spiritual vision and many other things. Of course, it does not mean that you immediately understand and master them after taking the potion. The potion only gives you the qualifications and abilities to learn these."

"Because of the lack of direct means of fighting against the enemy, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, accordingly, in the knowledge of mysticism, the 'Divorcerist' will be more knowledgeable and professional than the 'Spiritual Person'."

It sounds quite in line with my requirements... It is just that the lack of direct means toward the enemy is a bit hesitant... And the Church of the Goddess of the Night is likely to have no subsequent "sequence"... The "holy church" should refer to the quiet church at the church headquarters... The low-sequence direct means toward the enemy may not be comparable to that of the guns... Klein fell silent, the balance in his mind swayed left and right, sometimes "sighting the secret man", sometimes "divinator", and as for the "corpse collector", he no longer considered it.

Seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled:

"Don't rush to choose. Tell me the answer on Monday morning. No matter which one you want to choose or intend to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions within our Nightkeeper."

"Calm down and ask your own soul."

After saying that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, slowly walked over Klein, and walked towards the stairs.

Klein didn't say anything, did not give an answer immediately, saluting silently and watching silently.

Although he had always hoped to become an extraordinary person before, when opportunities really came before him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of "sequences" later, the loss of control of the "extraordinary person", the credibility of the diary of Emperor Rossell, and the illusory whispers that made people crazy and degenerate, mixed together into a swamp that hindered the progress.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"A student who is comparable to a good or bad student who is not good or bad is filling out his college entrance examination application..." Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay on the bed.

He lay there, his eyes open, quietly watching the lightly blushed under the bed.

The drunk man staggered past the window, and a carriage was driving rapidly on the empty streets in the distance. This kind of noise did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but instead made it more distant and deeper.

Klein's emotions settled down, and he remembered all the past events on the earth, his father who likes to exercise and always speaks loudly, his mother who has chronic diseases but likes to be busy with himself, his best friends who grew up together, from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong games, and his failed confession object who has blurred his appearance... These are like quiet rivers, with few ripples, not too deep sadness, but silently submerged the soul.

Perhaps only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. When the crimson fades, the sky is burning, and the golden yellow appears, Klein has made a choice.

…………

He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face, so he made himself energetic, then took 1 Suer's note, went to Mrs. Wendy for 9p to buy 8 pounds of rye bread to replenish the staple food he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread began to stabilize..." After breakfast, Benson made a comment while changing his clothes.

It's Sunday and he and Melissa finally got a chance to rest.

Klein, who had been dressed in formal clothes, sat on the chair, looked through the expired newspapers he brought back yesterday, and said surprisingly:

"There are advertisements for renting houses here: No. 3 Wendell Street, North District, single-family house, two floors, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room... Outside the house, there is 2 acres of private lawn in front, and a small garden behind it, which can be rented for one year, two years or three years, and the weekly rent is 1 pound 6 Suller. Interested people please go to No. 16 Champagne Street to find Mr. Gushoff."

"This is our future goal," Benson said with a smile on his black half-tall hat. "The rents in the newspapers are high, and the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company has a cheaper and no worse option than them."

"Why don't you go to the Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association?" Melissa walked out of the compartment with the worn gauze hat in her hand, changed a few times, but she was still the most promising off-white lightweight skirt.

She is quiet and restrained, but she can't hide the breath of youth.

Benson laughed:

"Who did you hear from the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association? Mrs. Jenny Rochelle? Or is your good friend Selena?"

Melissa glanced at the side and replied in a low voice:

"Ms. Rochelle... When she was washing up last night, she happened to meet her. She asked about Klein's interview situation. I probably said something, and then she suggested to find the Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association."

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

"This is for the poor, uh, the precise description is the housing association of the lower class people. The houses they built and renovated are basically public bathroom types, and only three options are available, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-bedroom. Do you want to continue living in similar places?"

"'Tingen City Housing Improvement Company' has the same business as them, but it also provides opportunities for middle and lower classes to choose. To be honest, we are a little better than middle and lower classes now, but worse than the real middle class. It's not a salary problem, but mainly because of the lack of accumulated time."

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

"Then let's go."

“I remember that the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company is on Daffodil Street,” Benson said as he opened the door. “They are called ‘Five percent charity’, just like the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association. Do you know what it is?”

"I don't know." Klein lifted his cane and walked to Melissa's side.

The girl with soft black hair draped to the vest also nodded.

Benson walks outward:

"This kind of housing-improving association and company was established by Beckland. They have three channels of funds. One is to raise funds from charitable funds, the other is to obtain high-quality loans with an annual interest rate of only 4% from the government's public affairs loan specialist, and the third is to accept commercial investments and give the other party a 5% return every year by collecting a certain rent, so it is called 'five percent charity'."

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, and the brother and sister went down the stairs and walked slowly towards Narcissus Street. They planned to confirm the house before going to find the current landlord Mr. Franky, so as not to be able to move in there and have to move out.

"I heard Selena say that there is such a purely charitable housing improvement company?" Melissa said as if thinking.

Benson laughed:

“Some of the ‘Devil Trust’ that Sir Deville donated to set up is that he built apartments for the working class and provided special property management, but only charged quite low rent, but the requirements are very strict.”

"It sounds like you don't like it very much?" Klein noticed it keenly and asked with a smile.

"No, I respect Sir Deville very much, but I think he certainly doesn't know what life is like for the real poor. His apartment requirements are like the hope given by a pastor, which is too unrealistic. For example, the main vaccine must be received, the bathroom must be cleaned in turn, the house cannot be subleted or used for business, the garbage cannot be littered, the children cannot play in the corridor, the goddess, does he want to turn everyone into a gentleman and a lady?" Benson replied in his usual tone.

Klein frowned in confusion:

"It sounds like there is no problem, it's a good requirement."

"Yeah." Melissa nodded.

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

"Maybe I have protected you so well that I have never really seen the lives of the poor. Do you think they have money to get the main vaccine? Free charitable medical organizations can queue up until three months later."

"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If you can't share the house for rent, charge a certain fee, and move out when you are unemployed? And many ladies are sewing clothes and pasting matchboxes for their livelihoods at home. This is a commercial application. Should they be driven out?"

"Most of the poor are trying their best to keep their lives. Do you think they have free time to discipline their children and not to play in the corridor? Maybe they can only lock them in the house, and when they are seven or eight years old, they will be sent to places where they are willing to accept child labor."

Benson described it with little adjectives, and Klein felt a little creepy.

Is this the life of the lower class people?

Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence, and after a long time, she said in a misty tone:

"After moving to the street, Jenny was unwilling to let me go to her house to find her..."

"I hope her father can come out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable job again, but I have seen too many drunks who have numb themselves with alcohol from now on..." Benson sneered heavily in a tone.

Klein didn't know what to say, but Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the "Tingen City Housing Improvement Company".

The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with a kind smile, not wearing formal clothes, no hat, white shirt, or black vest.

"You can call me Scarter. I wonder what kind of house you need?" He glanced at Klein's silver-clad cane and smiled warmer.

Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and signaled him to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

“House of town.”

Scarter flipped through the documents and files in his hand, and said:

"There are five places that have not been rented out yet. To be honest, we are more about real housing difficulties, six, eight, or even ten, twelve laborers and their children crowded in a room. There are not many houses in the townhouse, one is at No. 2 Daffodil Street, one is in the North District, and the other is in the East District... The weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 Sule, you can see the specific introduction."

He pushed the documents in his hands to Benson, Klein and Melissa.

After browsing, the three brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a certain position on the paper.

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

This is barely a familiar area for them.
Chapter completed!