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After the window, the golden glow was dark, and Klein looked at Melissa’s eyes. He couldn’t find a word at the moment, because the prepared lines were not used.

He coughed twice and his brain turned sharply:

"Melissa, this is not a waste of salary. After Benson and my colleagues come to visit, is it to entertain them in such a place? After I got married with Benson, I have a wife. Is it going to be a bed?"

"Don't you still have a fiancée? You can wait a little longer and pay more." Melissa said clearly.

"No, Melissa, this is the rule of society." Klein was a headache, and he could only go to the point. "Since you get a weekly salary of 3 pounds, you must have a decent match with a weekly salary of 3 pounds."

To be honest, he has been crowded into a shared house. He is no stranger to the current living conditions and is fully adapted. However, it is because of this experience that he has become more aware of the inconvenience of the environment in terms of girls, and his goal is Become an extraordinary person, study occultism, find the "road" to go home, and in the future, inevitably get some magic rituals at home, the apartment people are complicated, and it is easy to have problems.

Seeing Melissa wants to say that Klein has added:

"Reassured, I didn't think about a single-family house. I want to see the townhouse. In short, I have to have my own bathroom. Also, I also like Mrs. Slim's bread, Tining cake and lemon cake. We can consider it first. Iron Cross Street and the place near Narcissus Street."

Melissa's lips were slightly stunned, and for a moment, she slowly lowered her head.

"And, I am 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 be shocked and surprised to say something about my family? My brother and sister." What? My home? Is this my home? Did I go to the wrong place? Goddess, tell me if this is a dream, how to go out for a few days, even the family is gone!"

He mimicked Benson's tone and heard Melissa bend his eyes unconsciously, revealing the shallow dimples on his cheeks.

"No, Mr. Ferranci will wait at the door, let Benson hand over the keys to the apartment, and Banson will not be able to get up." The girl broke the greed of the landlord.

At Moretti's house, everyone loves to take the protagonist of the landlord Frankie as a joke. This atmosphere is brought by the big brother Banson.

"Yes, he won't change the lock for the next tenant." Klein smiled and pointed to the door, and said with interest, "Ms. Melissa, go to the Silver Crown Restaurant to celebrate?"

Melissa sighed slightly:

"Klein, do you know Selena? My classmates, my good friends."

Selena? Klein’s mind suddenly showed a girl with long red hair and dark brown eyes. Her parents were all believers of the goddess of the night, and she was blessed by the name of Saint Selena. She was not yet sixteen. She is half a year younger than her sister Melissa. She is a happy, cheerful and outgoing girl.

"Yeah." Klein's dagger said that he remembered Selena Wood.

“Her brother Chris is a lawyer, and she currently has a weekly salary of nearly £3. His fiancée is a part-time typist.” Melissa first described the situation and then said, “They have been engaged for more than four years, in order to get married. After a stable, good life, I still have to save money today, I have not yet stepped into the church, I plan to wait at least another year, according to Selena, the same person as her brother, this is generally 28 years old. You can get married later, you have to prepare in advance, save money, don't waste."

Just go to the restaurant to eat a meal, is it necessary to have so many reasons? Klein couldn’t know whether to cry or laugh, thinking for a few seconds: "Melissa, I have a weekly salary of 3 pounds, after You will increase every year, you don't have to worry."

"But we need to save money to prepare for accidents. For example, the security company suddenly closed down. I have a classmate. It is because the company where my father is in bankruptcy can only go to the dock to find some temporary work. The conditions in the family deteriorate suddenly and I have to withdraw. "Melissa's expression seriously persuaded her brother.

... Klein reached out and rubbed his face:

"That, that security company and the government, um, have something to do with the government and will not go bankrupt."

"The government is also unstable. After each election, if there is a change in the party, most of the positions will be replaced and become a mess." Melissa retorted relentlessly.

... sister, you know how much... Klein shook his head in a good and funny way:

"Ok……"

"Then I cook a soup together with the ingredients left yesterday. You go to the street to buy a sautéed fish, a beef with black pepper sauce, a small jar of cream, and a cup of **** beer. In short, it is a little celebrated. a bit."

These are the foods that the Iron Cross Street hawkers often sell, a sautéed fish 6 to 8 pence, a penny of black pepper juice not too big, a penny of 1 cup of **** beer, a small jar of cream about four cents One pound, get 4 pence - just buy 1 pound of cream and only need 1 Sule 3 pence.

The original owner will be responsible for the purchase of household ingredients every holiday, and the price is no stranger. Klein mentally counted for a few seconds, and he roughly got 1 Sule 6 pence, so he directly extracted the two 1 Sule banknotes.

"Yeah." In this regard, Melissa no longer objected, put down the stationery bag and took the banknotes.

Watching her sister take out a small jar of cream and a bowl of other food, and walked briskly to the door, Klein thought about it and shouted at her:

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

Many hawkers on Iron Cross Street will buy fruit from poor quality or long-term storage from other places, and people here are not angry because the price is very cheap, just go home and cut off the rotten place to taste. It’s delicious, it’s a cheap enjoyment.

After saying this, Klein quickly stepped over and took out the remaining copper pennies from his trouser pocket and put it in the palm of his sister.

"Ah?" Melissa's brown eyes were puzzled and looked at her brother.

Klein stepped back two steps and smiled:

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

"..." Melissa opened her mouth, her eyes groaned, and finally spit out a word, "Okay."

She turned quickly and pulled out the door and ran to the stairs.

............

A river passes through, and cypress trees and maple trees stand on both sides. The air is fresh and people feel drunk.

Klein’s revolver to solve the interview, with a cane, walked down the public carriage that paid 6 pence, along the cement-built road, to the three-story masonry house in the green shade, which was from the University of Tingen. Office building.

“It’s one of the two most famous universities in the Kingdom of Lun...” Klein, who came here for the first time, sighed as he walked.

Compared to here, Hoy University across the river is simply rudimentary.

"Hello!" "Oh!"

A shouting approached, two rowing boats rushing from the upper reaches of the Hoy River, and a wooden paddle was tidy and orderly flipped.

This is a popular rowing sport in all the universities in the Kingdom of Lun. Klein has to rely on scholarships to complete the university's family. They have participated in the rowing club of Hoy University with Welch and others. ferry.

"It's so young..." Klein stopped and looked and sighed.

In a week, this situation will no longer exist because the school is going to have a summer vacation.

Along the tree-lined road, he walked to the gray three-story masonry house, and through registration, he smoothly entered the inside and was familiar with the office he received last time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! He slammed the half-covered door.

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

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

"The interview is still an hour."

"Mr. Stone, do you remember me? The student of Cohen's senior associate professor, Klein Moretti, you have read my recommendation letter." Klein smiled and took off his hat.

Havin Stone touched his black beard and wondered:

"Do you have anything? I am not responsible for the interview."

"It is like this. I have found a job and I will not attend the interview today." Klein truthfully said it.

"This way..." Havin Stone understood, came up and extended his right hand. "Congratulations, it is a polite young man. I will tell Mr. Professor and senior associate professors."

Klein shook hands with the other party, and he decided to leave with a few words, but suddenly there was a familiar voice behind him:

"Morety, have you found another job?"

Klein turned and saw an old man with silver hair, deep outline, but not many wrinkles. His eyes were sunken, his throat was dark blue, and his black tuxedo was pretty.

"Good morning, mentor, Mr. Azick." He was busy saying, "How are you here?"

The veteran is a senior associate professor at the Department of History at Hoyle University. His mentor, Mr. Quentin Cohen, is next to Cohen. He also has a medium-sized, middle-aged man with a bronzed skin. He has a newspaper in his hand. Staying, wearing a hat, black hair brown, soft facial features, eyes reveal an indescribable vicissitudes, a black scorpion that can be found under the right ear.

Klein recognized him and often helped Mr. Azke, the faculty member of the history department of Hoy University. He liked to argue with his own tutor, Cohen, a senior associate professor. There were conflicts in opinion. However, in fact, the two had a good personal relationship, otherwise they would not Would like to make a chat.

Cohen nodded and said softly:

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

“A security company that looks, collects and protects antiquities. They need professional consultants, £3 a week.” Klein repeated the words he had said to his sister yesterday, and then explained, “You know, I like it. Explore history, not sum up history."

Cohen gently slammed:

“Everyone has their own choices. You can remember to inform them at the University of Tingen, instead of being absent directly, I am very satisfied.”

At this time, Azick interrogated:

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

Was the case turned into a robbery? And so soon on the newspaper? Klein stunned and thought about the language:

"The specific situation, I am not too clear, before Welch got a note from the Sentinel Empire Antigonus family, looking for me to interpret, I started to go for a few days, then I was busy looking for Worked, the police came to me two days ago."

He deliberately revealed the "Solomon Empire" and the "Antigonus family" and wanted to see if the two history teachers would know something.

"The Quaternary..." Cohen frowned.

Azick, who had bronzed skin and sorrowful eyes, was first worried, then took a breath and used his left hand holding a newspaper to sway the temple:

"Antigonus... I feel very familiar... but I can't remember where I heard it..."