The Master of the Strange Realm

This is actually a word problem in disguise, but Jenkins tells it in a more relaxed tone. His intention was to tell these sleepy people that even if the things that worry them every day do not exceed the scope of pennies and shillings, the study of multiplication is very useful. But he did not expect that after this problem was explained, tonight The first questioner appeared.

"Just sit there and ask directly."

It was a middle-aged man who looked submissive, and the basis for judging his age was his sad hairline. He was a little uncomfortable speaking loudly on such occasions, but his desire to change his life still gave him courage.

"Dear Sir, may I ask, can mathematics really solve all difficult problems?"

"most."

Jenkins corrected.

"So, can I ask you a question? I promise, it's about arithmetic and math, too."

"Oh, of course that's no problem."

Jenkins smiled. He is not arrogant, but he absolutely does not believe that the person sitting below can trouble him, unless he deliberately makes things difficult and raises impossible problems.

Chapter 583 Chapter 572 Warning and Gathering

"Thank you for your indulgence, sir."

As he gradually got used to being watched by so many people, the voice of the man who asked the question went from barely audible to louder:

"My friend told me that in the distant city of Elderon there was a very generous Miss Fabry. She was the daughter of the owner of the Fabry Mining Company, and she agreed to any holdings out of sympathy for poor people like us. Traveler Bank account, involved in the mining business through remittances! My friend has earned 13 shillings through that account, but I am always a little worried, is this really reliable? The profit provided by the lady is..."

He rambled on about "Miss Fabry's mining business," but in fact, except for the fact that the bank account and profit details were correct, the rest of the things 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 coming to the night class tonight have heard of similar things.

He is still running those dozen accounts in batches, but due to the large liquidity and the lag in remittances between accounts, even he himself is not sure how many people are remitting money to the accounts.

Recalling his current approximate total assets, Jenkins suddenly had the illusion that this matter had kidnapped him.

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

Feeney, who was sitting at the far side of the first row, smiled.

"If we only look at it from the surface, this thing has indeed produced profits. But if we take into account the risks, returns and investment traps, we cannot just rely on the floating gold pounds to judge whether this thing can always produce pure profits... ..."

Neither Jenkins nor Jenkins understands very professional economic theories. He himself is quite aware that the so-called mining business is a cheap trick of tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and it will not benefit him at all if this matter continues to develop. Therefore, his intention in answering this question is to tell people in a subtle way that the problem is serious. Big, don't get involved.

After Jenkins went around in 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, you mean that you can really get a return by investing your own money!"

Jenkins was stifled by these words, and felt deeply that not many people understood the obscure meaning just now.

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

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

Chocolate miraculously wakes up in the second half of the class. It usually lies on the first row of tables and sleeps until Jenkins announces the end of get out of class.

A cat who wakes up early has nothing to do, and knows full well that causing trouble now will cause someone to throw a tantrum. So he caught a glimpse of Feeney Faithful nearby, who was struggling to copy notes—she was also learning to read, so he paced up to her side.

After taking a look at the miserable little notebook, the cat couldn't help but shake his head. It's not just that the handwriting is ugly, it catches obvious errors at a glance. Although Jenkins has always thought that Chocolate is an illiterate cat who hates mathematics, but after following this great writer for so long, Chocolate has actually very strong mathematical abilities, but it doesn't like such boring things.

"Meow~"

While calling softly, he pawed at the table, and several letters on the notebook magically changed.

A proud look appeared on the cat's face.

Because heavy snow suddenly fell, Jenkins had to ask the students who came to attend night classes to leave early. Even if street lights are installed on the main roads, the night roads in the city are still not very easy to walk.

Because of this, Jenkins needed to find something to do to pass the time before Miss Bevanna's fighting class started.

He found it quickly, because when he was walking through the church courtyard in the snow with a notebook with lesson plans under his arm, he found Miss Audrey standing in the cloister looking at the sky. This is an unusual thing. This believer in destiny rarely comes to the Church of the Sage.

She wore a shawl with a white velvet collar, which was quite conspicuous in the dark night.

"Miss Audrey, good evening~"

He took the initiative to say hello. When the cat on his shoulder saw that Jenkins wanted to stop and talk, he quickly jumped down from his shoulders and ran away to nowhere.

"Good evening, Jenkins."

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

"I happened to meet you, so I don't have to find someone to send a message. Do you have time the night after tomorrow?"

Jenkins thought for a while, Mr. Hood's party on Thursday, dinner on Saturday, and Mr. Corpse's party on Sunday. It really happened that only the day after tomorrow was available for the nights of this week.

"Is this the ability of a soothsayer? To accurately find the only right time?"

He guessed and nodded:

"Of course, I always have time."

"Well, our divination course will start this Friday night. I borrowed a very interesting Class B extraordinary item from [Church of Darkness and Hiddenness]. I hope our inspired divination will improve this week."

Miss Audrey was invited to the church to divine something for the church. The temporary silence of the vampires and the sons of the evil god does not mean that they have completely disappeared. Although Jenkins is very leisurely, in fact it is still a dangerous period.

Due to a confidentiality agreement, Miss Audrey could not tell Jenkins what happened. But she hinted that the Zhengshen Church had discovered the secret of vampires' repeated successful escapes.

After saying goodbye to Miss Audrey, Jenkins found chocolate in his room. He repaired in the room for a while, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he got up and went to Miss Bevanna's office.

After knocking on the door and getting permission, she turned the handle. Miss Bevanna was not working, but sitting on the sofa playing with a closed fan. This was obviously a fan used by women. The material of the fan was silk and brocade, and the long feathers used for decoration, Jenkins could not tell what kind of bird they came from.

"This is a new special item seized by the church today. It is related to the thrift store. It will be handed over to the Special Items Office soon."

Miss Bevanna introduced, then smiled at Jenkins:

"It's quite interesting to guess what it does."

"Shall I guess? Okay."

With that said, she sat next to Miss Bevanna, and the woman handed the fan to Jenkins.

The weight of this fan is no different from the antique fans that Jenkins came into contact with at Dad's antique store, but it was a little cold to hold. The fan bone is quite tough and seems to be longer than an ordinary lupine fan.

"Maybe... it could put out a burning mountain?"

Jenkins said casually.

"Interesting idea, but not right."

Taking the fan handed over by Jenkins, Bevanna opened the book that she never left behind, knocked it against the table, and a slender mahogany box fell out.

Pushing open the sliding door of the wooden box and carefully putting the fan in, she told Jenkins the answer:

"Based on the efficacy currently known, this item should be B-03-1-9177, the winter feather fan. As we all know, the general function of a fan is to cool down, but it is just the opposite."

"The wind blown out by the fan is warm?"

Jenkins asked.

"Yes, it is indeed the case. Perhaps you have noticed that the danger level I am talking about is 1, which is the highest. The scary thing about this item is that as long as it is continuously fanned, the wind generated will become hotter and hotter. . We have not yet found a temperature limit, because users can also be affected by excessive temperatures. Maybe it has no limit at all, but fortunately the woman who bought it has always treated it as such. Ornaments.”

Jenkins was a little surprised. If this fan really had no temperature limit, then theoretically, using it could completely destroy the world.

"Oh, what was I thinking?"

He felt that his way of thinking was very strange.

Tonight's lesson is still about continuing to learn the weird postures. So far, Jenkins has learned at least 80% of the content. Miss Bevanna was surprised by Jenkins' rapid progress, and finally attributed the reason to his ability [Cat's Elegance]. Perhaps this unique fighting ability can permanently improve the user's flexibility.

The sunshine on Thursday morning still failed to penetrate the clouds and fog, and the snowfall that lasted all night made the city once again covered in silver. Even though it was already seven in the morning, it was still dark outside. Winds from the sea may be able to blow away the clouds over the city at noon, but currently this is not possible at least in the morning.

It has not yet passed the effective level four for copying tadpole texts, but recently Jenkins can clearly feel that the effect of accumulating spirit through this method is getting weaker and weaker.

Without the three avenues of observing the stars, "creating" new knowledge, and drinking the products of the chalice of fear, he is likely to completely lose the means to progress in a few weeks.

Calculating carefully, it had been more than a month since the church learned that he had been promoted to Level 2. He planned to find an excuse to claim that he had been promoted to Level 3 recently.

"It's better to encounter new strange things or strange situations, so that the reason is very sufficient... Oh, what on earth am I thinking?"

Today is an official holiday in the Kingdom as the Queen's birthday is today. Belduran would be very lively now that I think about it, but that has nothing to do with Nolan's Jenkins.

Originally, I wanted to send the gift for the queen directly to Cold Spring Palace through the post office, which is a common practice. But then I thought that Earl Hesha, who is also a noble, also wanted to send a gift. So when I met Hathaway last time, I asked her to bring my gift to the earl, and then let the earl help send the gift to Beldiran.

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

Jenkins' gift was a porcelain vase that Dad helped to choose. Although the price was a bit expensive, it looked quite beautiful. Compared with the steam industry, the porcelain firing technology in this world 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 there no customers today. In the morning, only the salesman opened the door, but Jenkins and Dad did not like the so-called "automatic razor". That thing is bigger than chocolate, and there is a possibility of getting burned when using it. Apart from those who are curious, not many people are interested in it.

"Maybe someone will use it as a hair remover."

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

Lunch was fish soup, which was the cheapest meat in winter. Although the Nolan Port was frozen at this time, the fish accumulated in a year could still support the needs of the entire city.

Those fish tasted a bit strange because they were frozen for too long. Jenkins was not a picky person about food, and he could barely eat this kind of food.

The stench of [Hemolytic Toxin] finally dissipated a few days ago. In the afternoon, Jenkins began to deal with his weapons under the guidance of Dad.

In fact, this is not a simple matter of soaking bullets or daggers in liquid. The complicated processing process is even a bit like a chemical experiment.

Most of the toxins allocated to Dad and Jenkins were used to deal with the bullets "sanctified" by Jenkins, and a small part was used to deal with the cold weapons of the two. But even after dilution, the amount of toxins is still not enough. Only Old Jack can make this potion, and the output has always been very low.

"Why don't I try to make some!"

Jenkins thought to himself, but did not tell his father about this proposal. He did not want his father to misunderstand that he was interested in the profession of "pharmacist". Although he probably would not care about these, it is always better to be cautious.

He now has the complete method of making this toxin. Living in the church is not convenient for action, so the distant city of Loen will be the best place to make medicine.

After finishing a day's work, he returned to the church and began to prepare for the night party.

The last time he attended Mr. Hood's party was before he went to Beldiran. After a month, Jenkins even missed the people who appeared in the party.

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

The gathering place this time was on the shoal of the Joel Bridge, where Jenkins and his father captured a member from the Magic Eye Collection Association a few months ago.

Mr. Hood was still the first one to arrive. He stood with his hands behind 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 turned around to see the man with the white kitten.

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

Chapter 584 Chapter 573 Seemingly true news

"Mr. Candle, are you okay?"

The night wind on the shallows was very strong. Seeing Jenkins shivering constantly, Mr. Hood asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's just a little cold, it will be fine soon."

As he spoke, a faint red flame could be seen burning on the collar and cuffs. The corners of Mr. Hood's mouth trembled, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Facts have proved that high-altitude flight in such weather is not a reliable choice. Unicorns and chocolates are very cold-resistant, but Jenkins doesn't have that ability. Although he barely survived by relying on the eternal fire, Jenkins swore that he would never do such a thing again to save time in the future.

Before the others appeared, Jenkins walked to Mr. Hood and chatted with him for a few words. Mr. Hood was very moved by the lights on the other side of the river. He praised in an admiring tone:

"Although gas lamps have been invented for a long time, it was not until I saw this scene that I realized the greatness of steam power. Mr. Candle, I think there will definitely be a day in the future when 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 god of the [Night] priesthood, the Moon without Light, will accept that day. Oh, I understand, I won't talk about things related to gods anymore."

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

It was a fifth-level gifter who spoke with a woman's voice and was somewhat thin. He called himself "Mr. Silver Flute" in accordance with the party's convention of not distinguishing between men and women. Her soul emblem is actually the same as Jenkins's own, which is a rare green color of life. It is a soaring bird that looks very similar to the shape of a dove of peace.

"I would like to ask, are you proficient in healing abilities?"

Mr. Hood asked cautiously.

"Yes."

The woman answered simply.

This aroused everyone's excitement, and no one would refuse to make such a friend.

After everyone arrived, everyone moved to a nearby bridge to start the party. Miss Magic and Jenkins both summoned light ball lighting, and the road on the river beach was not easy to walk on.

Jenkins originally worried that homeless people would spend the night in the bridge cave, but in fact there was no one there. This is probably related to the location of the bridge opening. The biting cold wind howls through here, and even those with weak bones cannot stand for a long time.

There was a noise in the distance, and no one knew what happened. Six people stood in a circle, and Mr. Hood still made the opening remarks.

"Hello everyone, long time no see, and welcome to our new friends. A lot of things have really happened in Nolan City this month. I noticed that I seemed to have said similar things when we last met. Ha, no more It’s a waste of everyone’s time, the weather is really bad.”

He coughed and signaled everyone to listen carefully.