After the two people left, Carl took out the bread and spread it with the last applesauce in his bottle, eating it as his own dinner while thinking about it.
"This jam is really sour, and the bread tastes terrible."
After the memory fusion, Karl was able to adapt to various aspects of Britain, but there was one thing he couldn't do, and that was food!
Because his mind is filled with all kinds of delicacies of the 21st century, Carl is now in a completely desperate situation regarding British food. Now he misses the delicacies in his mind extremely, but he has no choice but to eat this damn thing in his mouth.
Spread jam on bread.
Even if he can cook, his limited money does not allow him to buy various tools and materials for cooking.
After finishing dinner with difficulty, Karl returned to the bedroom and took out the dagger from under his pillow. Since he couldn't avoid the trouble this time, he had to be prepared to face it.
After taking out the dagger, Karl held it up and gestured. How could this weapon, which was longer than his forearm, be carried concealedly?
Although there is nothing wrong with carrying a weapon, this unique shape, which is more like a work of art than a sharp weapon, is too eye-catching.
With this thought in mind, unexpected changes occurred again.
When he was thinking about how to hide this thing, the dagger suddenly disappeared from his hand!
Karl wiped his eyes in disbelief. Such a big dagger just disappeared out of thin air in his hand?
But before Karl could look carefully, a weak connection came from his right wrist, as if there was something on it.
Pulling open his sleeves, he saw a circle of silver-white tattoos surrounding his wrist, which were exactly the same as the pattern on the blade of the dagger.
If you have never eaten pork, have you ever seen a pig running?
Karl immediately realized that the dagger must have been transformed into this tattoo in some way and attached to his wrist.
"Although it's not ugly, it's always a bit inconsistent for a grown man to have something like this tattooed on his wrist."
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-white tattoo on his hand disappeared without a trace, blocking his next complaint.
After waiting for a long time, Karl held back a few words.
"It's really smart."
After playing with the function of the dagger for a while, Karl confirmed that this thing can be carried in this way for a long time. Taking it out and hiding it can be done with just a thought. Of course, the premise is that the dagger must be held in the hand.
And whether it is taken out or hidden, it will not consume any physical strength or energy. When fighting with someone, if the other party thinks that he is empty-handed, then he will be in misery.
"Why didn't I think of this before?"
Karl couldn't help but ask. It seemed that he was still not familiar with these supernatural things, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered this function in the previous two days of research.
After solving the problem of carrying the dagger, all that remains is the stone slab.
Karl sat on the bed and put the stone slab on his lap. He first used the same method as putting away the dagger, and thought about it in his mind. Unfortunately, this thing didn't give any dignity at all, and lay there without any reaction.
Since I can't carry it with me, I have to hide it.
The current security situation in London is not much better. Although my home has not been visited by thieves yet, I am not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, it is better to find a place to hide.
Karl walked around his house several times, trying to find a suitable place but couldn't find it at all.
My home only has one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and an extremely small kitchen.
Although there is a cellar underground, he has rarely used it. There are all kinds of garbage piled up in it, and he really doesn't want to go down there.
Just when he was at a loss what to do, Karl suddenly remembered his fireplace that had not been lit for more than ten months.
Yes, although the house is small, Sparrow is well-equipped even though it is small. There is a small fireplace in his living room.
I moved the chair in front of the fireplace. Because it had not been used for a long time, the charcoal in the fireplace that had not been cleaned was covered with a thick layer of dust.
After roughly throwing away these things, Karl took out his dagger and dug out a few stone bricks under the fireplace, and then dug out a small grid under the stone bricks according to the shape of the stone slab.
After putting the stone slab in, put the stone bricks up and pour back the charcoal that you just sorted out. It’s a perfect disguise!
Even if a thief breaks into the house, it's impossible to check whether there is any money hidden in the fireplace!
When I finished all this, the sun outside had already set.
Lights began to light up around him.
These lights are all from gas lights. Although the city government has replaced the old gas lights on the streets with electric lights, more people still choose gas lights where Carl lives.
The reason is very simple, it is cheap. Even in London, due to the serious gap between the rich and the poor, electric lights have not been completely popularized. The poorest residents cannot even afford gas lamps and still use candles as lighting tools at night.
By the way, Carl is now a part of the candle-lighting community.
In the darkness, Karl carefully lit his candle. Although there was nothing to do at night, the light in the room was always more reassuring than the darkness.
Sitting in the living room, he thought about everything that happened today.
What to do next?
Should I obediently help destroy the printer, or should I think of another way?
While Karl was thinking, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
In a dark room, with only one candle as the only source of light, and my own shadow swinging back and forth on the wall with the light of the fire, the sudden knock on the door was so chilling.
What's going on? Now is not the agreed time to contact you!
Karl took out his dagger and walked to the door of the room, already prepared to stab him out if something went wrong.
Then, the voice outside the door dispelled his doubts.
In addition to the "bang bang bang" knock on the door, an old female voice sounded outside the door.
"Little Carl, are you at home?"
This voice belongs to my neighbor, Mrs. Lawn.
This old man's husband passed away five years ago. He is just an old man living alone, and there is nothing to be wary of.
Hiding the dagger, Karl opened the door and greeted her.
"Mrs. Lawn, don't you know what's wrong with coming so late?"
"It's like this. I can't unscrew the bottle of honey. Can you do me a favor, little Carl?"
"Of course it's no problem, I'll help you right away."
After arriving at Mrs. Lawn's house, Karl easily helped her open the bottle.
"If nothing happens, I'll go back first. It's getting late."
Before Carl could even step out, he was stopped by Mrs. Lawn.
"Little Carl has grown up to be an excellent gentleman."
Mrs. Lawn praised Karl and then said.
"I'm sorry to trouble you so late. I have some food here, and even an old man can't finish it. You can take it as a thank you gift from me."
Facing the old man, Karl was silent, and he said that no matter how weak Mrs. Lawn was, she would not be able to open the bottle that she could open with a simple twist.
It turned out that she was using this excuse to give herself food. Mrs. Lawn was responsible for cleaning the place where she used to work. She also knew about the bad situation she was facing recently, but probably in order to maintain her self-esteem, she kind-hearted woman found an excuse to give him food.
Help yourself and then give yourself food as a thank you gift.
After a long while, Karl took the basket.
"Thanks."
Returning to the house as if escaping, Karl put out the candle and lay on the bed.
Carl couldn't think about the dagger, the printer, Marianne, or the grimoire at this moment. Only Mrs. Lawn's kind smile was still in his mind.