In this way, Allen sat quietly in the "Oak Forest" bar all night.
It wasn't until dawn the next day that the two drunkards woke up slowly, but they were still a little confused.
"Hey, hey, Allen, who among the three of us is going to confess to the old professor?" Jeffrey asked vaguely.
"You." Allen said without mercy.
Hearing this, Jeffrey suddenly came to his senses. He took a serious look at Allen to confirm that the other person was not joking, and then patted his head in frustration, feeling that he had shot himself in the foot.
"Damn it, can I regret it now?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Allen smiled slightly.
"Hell," Jeffrey cursed angrily, "I just hope the old professor doesn't beat me to death."
"He won't hit people. He will only make you do questions." Allen said calmly.
"That's worse than death." Jeffrey said depressedly.
After Howard came to his senses completely, the three of them got on the public carriage again and went back to school under the rays of the rising sun.
In the carriage, after Jeffrey hesitated several times, he finally couldn't help but ask:
"Alan, were you really not drunk at all last night?"
Allen nodded.
"Well, that's a pity," Jeffrey shook his head, and then joked, "You know what? Alan, with your current status and your love for calculus, if you were the one to follow
If the old professor confesses his love, maybe he will really agree."
"roll!"
Hearing this, Allen suddenly had the urge to kick this bastard out of the carriage.
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That afternoon, Allen and Howard went to the train station together to buy train tickets to Lund City, the capital of the Braden Kingdom, the next day.
Although the Mage Tower gave them a full week of preparation time, the two decided to go to the capital earlier. In this way, they could familiarize themselves with the environment in advance, and by the way, they could also participate in some social activities and expand their connections.
So, at this moment, Howard stood outside the train station ticket booth, staring at the ticket price list, hesitating.
Train tickets are divided into three categories:
First-class seats have independent boxes, meals are provided, and there is dedicated service, and the price is two pounds;
A second-class seat is an ordinary seat and costs eighteen shillings;
Third-class seats... well, we can't call them third-class seats. They should be called third-class carriages because there are no seats at all, the conditions are extremely poor, and they are often overcrowded to the point where you can't even stand.
But of course, it also has the advantage of being extremely cheap, costing only five shillings.
Howard was thinking: Should I buy a third-class ticket as usual, or should I buy a second-class ticket to reward myself?
Unconsciously, he began to reflexively calculate the cost-effectiveness of second-class and third-class seats in his mind like he was doing a math problem. He was trying to calculate whether the extra seat in second-class was worth the extra ten dollars he spent.
Three shillings.
However, before he could make a decision, he saw Allen walking from the ticket booth with two tickets.
"Two first-class seats at nine o'clock tomorrow morning," Allen said as he handed one of the tickets to him. "If the train is on time, it is expected to arrive in the capital at midnight tomorrow."
"This..." Howard stared at the ticket, frowned slightly, but did not reach out to pick it up.
A wry smile appeared on Allen's face.
He knew that Howard was used to being poor since he was a child. Even though he is now a student of Mage Tower and has generous subsidies from the kingdom, his style of doing things is still the same as before.
So he said: "Howard, I know you have always wanted to join the upper class circle. But if you want those people to accept you, you must have the dignity that that circle should have. A person riding in the third class of the train,
Even if you have a huge fortune, it is impossible to chat and laugh with nobles and bankers."
"But it's too expensive," Howard stared at the number on the ticket, still feeling a little embarrassed, "I can't let you pay so much for me."
Allen shook his head. He could never stand such arrogant and stubborn bastards.
And he also knows that to deal with such people, patient persuasion is useless, only forcefulness.
So he deliberately kept a cold face, pretended to be dissatisfied, and racked his brains to come up with a line that was domineering enough, saying: "I never like others to reject me. If you deliberately wanted to anger me, then I tell you, you succeeded.
"
Feeling the anger brewing in Allen's words, Howard could only give in and silently accepted the first-class train ticket.
However, at this moment, the gloom between Allen's brows was suddenly swept away, and he showed his familiar bright smile again, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Howard, when we arrive in the capital, we must not
You have treated yourself badly for a few shillings. You have to remember one thing, for a magician, the speed of spending money can never be as fast as the speed of making money.
"Maybe, when you become rich in the future, I will have to come to you to borrow money!"
Howard was baffled by his uncertain attitude. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment. He could only nod his head and secretly swore in his heart that when he got to the Mage Tower, he would work hard and try to pay off his debt as soon as possible.
Lun's debt.
As for Allen, he has always believed that connections are more important than money. He knows that his father sent him a pocket money of 300,000 pounds, not to give him food, drink and fun, but to hope that he would make friends and learn to invest.
Howard, whose magical talent and talent were equally outstanding, but limited by his background and financial resources, was the first potential stock he targeted.
It's just that... when Allen thought about how he wanted to train a poor boy who was always scrambling for money into an upper-class gentleman with broad vision and generous behavior, he felt that there was a long way to go.
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As agreed, early the next morning, Allen and Howard carried their luggage together and arrived at the steamy train station.
As soon as they met, Allen saw Howard holding a suitcase in his left hand and two sandwiches in his right hand, standing on the platform next to the dark red train car.
"Howard, have you forgotten? Meals will be provided in the first-class carriage. We don't need to bring our own food." Allen frowned slightly.
"But we don't provide breakfast," Howard smiled slightly, and seeing that Allen had no objection, he continued, "Alan, today is Sunday, and the school cafeteria is closed.
"I guess, with your temper, you would rather stay hungry until noon than make breakfast by yourself. So... why don't you try my cooking? Although it may not be as good as your chef, but
I feel...at least it tastes better than the ones in the school cafeteria."
After he finished speaking, he put down the box and handed one of the sandwiches to Allen.
Allen took the sandwich and smelled its aroma, and was speechless for a moment.
Then he heard Howard lower his voice and whisper in his ear: "This is called reciprocity. In my way."
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ps1: It’s my birthday today, so I’m allowed to get off work early. Let’s celebrate with two updates, and ask for recommendation votes by the way.
ps2: I’m trying to practice writing daily plots in these chapters. Daily plots have always been my biggest shortcoming, and I didn’t dare to try them before. If you feel that the plot is flat, too hard, or otherwise poorly written, please tell me