Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 This is actually a word problem in disguise, but Jenkins's tone is more relaxed. His intention was to tell these drowsy people that even if the daily worries do not exceed the range of pennies and shillings, the learning of multiplication is very useful, but he did not expect that after the problem was explained, tonight The first questioner appeared.

　　 "Just sit there and just ask."

　　 That was a middle-aged man who seemed to be conscientious, and the basis for judging his age was his sad hairline. He was a little uncomfortable to speak loudly on such occasions, but his desire to change his life gave him courage.

　　 "My dear sir, may I ask, can mathematics really calculate all the difficult problems?"

　　 "mostly."

　　 Jenkins corrected.

　　 "Then, may I ask you a question? I promise, this is also about arithmetic and mathematics."

　　 "Oh, of course there is no problem."

　　 Jenkins smiled. He is not arrogant, but he absolutely does not believe that the person sitting below can embarrass him, unless he deliberately makes things difficult for him to raise an impossible problem.

Chapter 583 Chapter 572 Warning and Gathering

　　 "Thank you for your tolerance, sir."

　　 gradually got used to being watched by so many people, and the voice of the man asking the question became louder from barely audible:

"My friend told me that there is a very generous Miss Fabry in the remote city of Eldron. She is the daughter of the owner of the Fabry Mining Company. She sympathizes with poor people like us and agrees to hold anything People in the Traveler’s bank account have participated in the mining through remittance! My friend has earned 13 shillings through that account, but I am always a little worried. Is this really reliable? Honorable Fabry The profit provided by the lady is..."

　　 He talked about "Miss Fabry's mining intentions," but in fact, apart from the correct bank account and profit details, Jenkins almost made Jenkins think that someone else was doing the same thing as him.

　　 What’s even more frightening is that one-third of the people who come to night classes tonight have heard of similar things.

　　 He is still running the dozen or so accounts in batches, but due to the large amount of liquidity and the lag of remittances between accounts, even he himself is not sure how many people remit money into the accounts.

　　 Recalling the approximate total assets now, Jenkins suddenly had the illusion that this incident had kidnapped him.

　　 "Miss Fabry's mining intentions, yes, I have also heard some news."

　　 Fini, who was sitting on the very side of the first row, smiled.

"On the surface, this event did generate profits. But if we take into account the risk and return and investment traps, we can't just rely on the liquid pound to judge whether this event can always generate pure benefits... ..."

　　 Neither Jenkins nor Jenkins understand very professional economic theories. He himself is quite aware that the so-called mining intention is the inflow deception of demolishing the east wall to make up the west wall, and it will not benefit him at all if this matter continues to develop, so the intention when answering this question is to tell people that the problem is very difficult. Big, don't participate.

　　 After Jenkins made a big circle, and finally came to the conclusion that "it can be profitable, but the risk is quite high", the man who just asked the question directly asked:

　　 "Then sir, what do you mean by investing your own money, you can really get benefits!"

　　 Jenkins was held back by this sentence, and deeply felt that not many people understood the cryptic meaning just now.

　　 "Yes, but the risk is quite big, very big!"

　　 He emphasized this loudly again, but judging from the excited expressions on people's faces, not many people would refuse the immediate benefits.

　　 Chocolate woke up very magically in the second half of the class. It usually slept on the first row of tables until Jenkins announced the end of get out of class.

　　 The cat who woke up early has nothing to do, and it is clear that making trouble now will cause someone to get angry. So I caught a glimpse of Fini Faithford, who was struggling to copy notes—she was also learning to read, so she walked to her side.

　　 glanced at the terrible little notebook, the cat couldn't help but shook his head. It's not just ugly handwriting, it spotted obvious errors at a glance. Although Jenkins has always been regarded as a cat who is illiterate and hates mathematics, after following this great writer for so long, chocolate's mathematical ability is actually very strong, but it does not like this boring thing.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 whispered softly while scratching it with his paws on the table. The letters on the notebook changed magically.

　　 A triumphant expression appeared on the cat's face.

　　 Because of the sudden heavy snowfall, Jenkins had to ask the students who came to attend the evening class to leave early. Even if street lights are installed on the main road, the night road inside the city is still not easy to walk.

　　 Because of this, Jenkins needs to find something to do to pass the time before the start of Miss Bevana's fighting class.

　　 He found it very quickly, because when he walked through the church courtyard through the snow with a notebook with lesson plans, he found Miss Audrey standing in the cloister looking at the sky. This is not a common thing. The believer of fate rarely comes to the Church of the Sage.

　　 She wore a shawl with a white fleece collar, which stood out in the dark.

　　 "Miss Audrey, good evening~"

　　 He took the initiative to say hello, and the cat on his shoulder saw that Jenkins wanted to stop and talk, so he quickly leaped down his shoulder, not knowing where he was going.

　　 "Good evening, Jenkins."

　　 The woman looked at Jenkins' outfit and guessed what he was doing just now.

　　 "I happen to meet you, so there is no need to find someone to whistle. Do you have time the next night?"

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, Mr. Hood party on Thursday, Saturday dinner, Mr. Corpse party on Sunday, this week’s night, it really happens that only the day after tomorrow has time.

　　 "Is this the ability of a fortuneteller? Find the only right time exactly?"

　　 He guessed and nodded:

　　 "Of course, I always have time."

　　 "Well, our divination course will start this Friday night. I borrowed an interesting category B supernatural item from [Night and Secret Church]. I hope this week our inspirational divination will improve."

　　 Miss Audrey was invited to the church for the purpose of divining something for the church. The temporary silence of the vampire species and the evil **** child does not mean that they have completely disappeared. Although Jenkins is very idle, in fact, it is still a dangerous period.

　　 Due to the confidentiality agreement, Miss Audrey could not tell Jenkins what happened. But she hinted that the Orthodox Church had discovered the secret that the vampire species successfully escaped repeatedly.

　　 Farewell to Miss Audrey, Jenkins found chocolate in his room. He refurbished in the room for a while, seeing that it was almost time, got up and went to Miss Bevana's office.

　　 knocked on the door and turned away the handle after getting permission. Miss Bevanna was not working, but sitting on the sofa playing with a closed fan. This is obviously a fan used by women. The material of the fan is silk and brocade, and the long feathers used for decoration make Jenkins unable to tell which bird it comes from.

　　 "This is a new special item seized by the church today. It is related to that second-hand goods shop. It will be handed over to the special items office in a while."

　　 Miss Bevanna introduced, and then smiled at Jenkins:

　　 "Let’s guess what it does, it’s quite interesting."

　　 "May I guess? Okay."

　　 Then she sat beside Miss Bevanna, and the woman handed the fan to Jenkins.

　　 The weight of this fan is no different from the antique fan that Jenkins came into contact with in the old antique shop, but it was a little cold to hold it. The bones of the fan are quite flexible, and the length seems to be longer than that of ordinary lupines.

　　 "Maybe... it can extinguish a mountain on fire?"

　　 Jenkins said casually.

　　 "Interesting idea, but not right."

　　 Taking the fan handed over by Jenkins, Bevana opened the book that never left her body, knocked against the tabletop, and a slender mahogany box fell out.

　　 pushed the sliding door of the wooden box and carefully put the fan in. Then she told Jenkins the answer:

　　 "According to the currently known efficacy, this item should be B-03-1-9177, a winter lupine. It is well known that the general function of a fan is to cool down, but it is just the opposite."

　　 "Is the fan blowing warm?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Yes, it is true. Maybe you have noticed that the danger level I mentioned is 1, which is the highest. The scary thing about this item is that as long as it is continuously fanned, the generated wind will get hotter and hotter. We have not found the temperature limit at present, because the user will also be affected by the excessively high temperature, maybe it has no limit at all. This is a very dangerous item, but fortunately the woman who bought it has always regarded this thing as Decorations."

　　 Jenkins was a little surprised. If this fan really has no temperature limit, then in theory, using it can completely destroy the world.

　　 "Oh, what am I thinking?"

　　 He felt that his way of thinking was very weird.

　　Tonight’s course is still to continue the study of that strange posture. So far, Jenkins has learned at least 80% of the content. Miss Bevana was surprised by the speed of Jenkins's progress, and finally attributed the reason to his ability [Cat's Elegance]. Perhaps this peculiar martial ability can permanently improve the user's flexibility.

　　 The sun on Thursday morning still failed to penetrate the clouds and fog, and the snowfall that lasted for one night made the city wrapped in silver again. Even though it was seven o'clock in the morning, it was still dark outside. The wind from the sea may be able to disperse the clouds over the city at noon, which is impossible at least in the morning.

　　 has not exceeded the effective level 4 of tadpole copying, but Jenkins has recently been able to clearly feel that the effect of accumulating spirits in this way is getting weaker and weaker.

　　 Without the three ways of observing the starry sky, "creating" new knowledge, and drinking the product of the fear glass, he would probably completely lose the means of progress in a few weeks.

　　 After careful calculation, the church knew that he was promoted to Level 2. It has been more than a month. He plans to find an excuse to propose that he is promoted to Level 3.

　　 "It's best to encounter a new deception or deception, so the reason is very good...Oh, what am I thinking?"

　　Today is the official holiday of the Kingdom, because the Queen’s birthday is today. Bel Dylan thinks it will be very lively now, but this has nothing to do with Nolan's Jenkins.

Originally, I wanted to send the gift to the Queen directly to Cold Spring Palace through the post office. This is quite common, but then I thought that Earl Hesha, who is also a nobleman, would also give gifts, so when I met Hathaway last time, I entrusted him She brought her gift to the earl, and then asked the earl to help deliver the gift to Berduran.

　　 went around such a big circle, in addition to the reason for saving postage, I also wanted to remind the earl not to forget the conversation between the two and those letters. Hathaway believes that this is evidence of the close cooperation between Jenkins and her father, and she is a little worried that Jenkins will be passively involved in disputes within the kingdom.

　　 Jenkins’ gift was a porcelain vase that my father helped choose. Although the price was a bit expensive, it looked quite beautiful. Compared with the steam industry, the world's porcelain burning technology is quite primitive and backward, but people love this peculiar material, which has caused the price of porcelain to remain high.

　　 The bad weather made no guests today. Only the salesman opened the store in the morning, but Jenkins and Dad didn’t like the so-called “auto razor”. The volume of the thing is bigger than chocolate, and there is a possibility of being burned when using it. Not many people are interested in it except for curious hunters.

　　 "Maybe someone will use it as an epilator."

　　 Dad pointed this out, but Jenkins thought that this topic was quite dangerous, so he tried to change the topic quickly.

　　Lunch is fish soup, this kind of meat is the cheapest in winter. Although the Port of Nolan has been frozen at this time, the fish stocks accumulated in one year can still support the needs of the entire city.

　　 Those fishes taste a bit strange because they have been frozen for too long. Jenkins is not very picky about food, he can barely eat this kind of food.

　　 The stench of [hemolytic toxin] finally dissipated a few days ago. In the afternoon, Jenkins started to deal with his weapons under the guidance of his father.

　　 In fact, this is not simply a matter of soaking bullets or daggers into the liquid. The complex treatment process is even a bit like a chemical experiment.

　　 Most of the toxins allocated to Dad and Jenkins are used to deal with the bullets "sanctified" by Jenkins, and a small part is used to deal with the cold weapons of the two. But even if it was diluted and used again, the amount of those toxins was still not enough. Only Old Jack could make this medicine, and the output was always low.

　　 "Why don't I try to make some!"

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, but didn't tell his father this proposal. He doesn't want Dad to misunderstand that he is interested in the profession of "pharmacist". Although it is likely that he will not care about these, it is better to always be cautious.

　　 He now has a complete method of making this toxin, and living in a church is not convenient for movement, so the remote city of Luen will be the best place for medicine.

　　 After finishing the day's work, when I returned to the church, I began to prepare for the night party.

　　 The last time I attended Mr. Hood’s party was before going to Bel Dylan. After a month, Jenkins even missed the people who showed up at the party.

　　 He excused that he was a little tired today, so he returned to his room to rest after dinner. In fact, he still slipped out of the church quietly through the roof of the library, riding a unicorn in the snowy night sky.

　　 The meeting place this time was on the shallows of the Joeel Bridge. A few months ago, Jenkins and Dad captured a member of the Magic Eye Collection Association.

　　 Mr. Hood is still the first one to come. He has his hands on his back, facing the frozen river, and staring at the street lights on the avenue across the bridge. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the man with the white kitten.

　　PS: I feel that this chapter is a bit more daily, so I made a big chapter and wrote it directly before the party.

Chapter 584 Chapter 573 Specious News

　　 "Mr. Candle, are you okay?"

　　 The night wind on the shallows was very strong. Seeing Jenkins trembling constantly, Mr. Hood asked concerned.

　　 "It's okay, it's just a little bit cold, and it will get better soon."

　　 As he spoke, a faint red flame could be seen burning on the neckline and cuffs. The corner of Mr. Hood's mouth trembled, and he did not continue to ask.

　　 It turns out that flying high in this weather is by no means a reliable choice. Unicorns and chocolates are hardy, but Jenkins doesn't have that kind of ability. Although relying on the unquenchable fire to barely survive, Jenkins vowed that he would never do anything like this to save time in the future.

　　 Before anyone else appeared, Jenkins walked to Mr. Hood and chatted with him. Mr. Hood was very moved by the lights on the other side of the river, and he praised with admiration:

　　 "Although the gas lamp has been invented, I didn't realize the great power of steam until I saw this scene. Mr. Candle, I think there will be a day in the future where the city will be bright all night, and there will be no difference between night and day."

"I also think there will be such a day... I just don’t know whether the great righteous **** with the priesthood of [Dark Night] will accept that day. Oh, I see. I won’t talk about it anymore Thing."

　　 With the departure of Mr. Black Cat, Mr. Hood's party is only left with five people: himself, Jenkins, Miss Magic, Hathaway and Mr. White Cat. On a summer night, Jenkins, who was ignorant and horrified at everything, accidentally broke into it and became the sixth person in the party. On winter nights, the new sixth person was introduced by Miss Magic. Miss Magic said that she had known this for a long time. friend.

　　 That is a fifth-level gift who uses a woman's voice and is a little thin. He calls himself "Mr. Silver Flute" according to the convention of gatherings without distinguishing between men and women. Her soul emblem is the same as Jenkins's deity. It is a rare green of life. It is a soaring bird, which looks very similar to the shape of a peace dove.

　　 "I take the liberty to ask, are you proficient in healing?"

　　 Mr. Hood asked cautiously.

"Yes it is."

　　 The woman answered simply.

　　 This caused everyone's excitement, and no one would refuse to meet such friends.

　　 After everyone arrived, everyone moved to the bridge hole aside to start the party. Miss Magic and Jenkins both evoked light bulbs, and the pavement of the river beach was not easy to walk.

　　 Jenkins originally worried that homeless people would spend the night in the bridge hole, but in fact there was no one there. This probably has something to do with the location of the bridge hole. The biting cold wind roared through here, and the body was weaker and couldn't stand for a long time.

　　 There was a loud noise in the distance, and I don’t know what happened. The six people stood in a circle, still having Mr. Hood’s opening remarks.

"Hello everyone, it’s been a long time, and welcome our new friends. This month, there have been a lot of things happening in Nolan City. I noticed that when I met last time, I seemed to say something similar. Ha, no more It’s a waste of everyone’s time, the **** weather is terrible."

　　 He coughed and motioned everyone to listen carefully.