The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 91 Chapter 88 Reply (Part 1)

Jenkins took a few steps back, his face slightly red, and then he realized that his leg seemed to have been forced to hit an extremely important part.

"A man in his twenties has not yet given his first kiss, right? Has no lady ever pursued you?"

The young red-haired girl sneered, but the hands behind her were subconsciously twisted together. She was also uneasy about kissing an unfamiliar man.

"I, of course, that's not the case!"

This matter is about dignity. Even if you lie, it is not shameful. I am still an upright gentleman.

"I understand, Mr. Willamette."

She chuckled, then stretched out her finger to emphasize:

"Don't ask anything. This matter has nothing to do with you. You just kissed a passionate book fan tonight, do you understand?"

The girl raised her lips, her face as charming as her red hair.

"understand."

Jenkins covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly, but felt a strange taste in his mouth.

"This world is more complicated than you think...you won't understand."

She clapped her hands and turned to leave, but stopped again, turned her head and looked into Jenkins' eyes and warned seriously:

"If you tell Brienne about this, I will make you die miserably!"

After saying that, he lifted up his pants and hurriedly disappeared into the distance of the alley.

Jenkins was stunned for a long time before he bent down to pick up his cane and wiped away the dust with the handkerchief in his pocket. Looking at the direction where the girl disappeared, he gently stroked Chocolate's fur. This was the first time in his two bodies that he had had such an intimate activity with his peers for so many years.

"Life is amazing."

Jenkins sighed again in a low voice, and the cat licked Jenkins' fingers.

"By the way, why was she so skilled just now?"

Chocolate probably licked the small piece of dark blue ink on Jenkins' hand, twisted his body dissatisfied, and slapped him in the face with his tail.

After successfully returning to St. George Street, a carriage stopped at the intersection. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, dressed in black formal suits, white shirts, blue dress and high heels, were waiting for him in front of Jenkins' house. Robert wore a gold watch, his most expensive one, and Mary had a necklace around her neck. Jenkins had never seen it before, but he probably bought it recently.

Jenkins shook his shoulders, and Chocolate jumped down, neatly climbing over the white wooden fence of the yard, and then got into the house through the small door on the lower side of the door.

"Jenkins, you need a license to keep cats in urban areas. Otherwise, if someone kills or captures a cat, the police will not accept the case."

Robert gave him a warm hug before warning.

"Yeah?"

Jenkins scratched his hair and hugged Mary Willamt again, "Then I will go to the city hall again soon."

The two came here to see how Jenkins was living alone. Jenkins originally wanted to invite the two of them into the house to sit, but they were rejected.

"We're going to see an opera at the National Opera House, which is a regular event for gentlemen and girls in high society."

A smile appeared on Robert's handsome face, and he pointed at his clothes, "If I come to visit you, I don't need to dress so formally."

"It turns out you dropped by to see me."

Jenkins responded with a smile, but Mary pushed a stack of letters over her: "Actually, we dropped by to deliver a letter to you. This is a letter sent to you by your book fan. The publisher forwarded it to your home, as well as the letter from the last time. A thank-you letter from the lady who misremembered the letter. Remember to go to the publishing house and change your address. Now our little William has become a great writer."

Mary looked very proud and spoke a little louder, and Jenkins wasn't sure if it was because of a passing neighbor.

After waving goodbye to the carriage carrying the two of them, Jenkins sighed and walked into his home with the stack of letters.

"Go to the post office to order newspapers, including the "Prospects of Tropical Disease Medicine" that I usually read and need for gatherings with Mr. Corpse; go to the milk company to order chocolates and my milk every morning; go to register for household registration for chocolates; visit neighbors; go to the agency to ask about clean hands and feet Cleaning woman; replacing old furniture...Goddess, I’ve been very busy recently.”

Living alone, I naturally have to cook dinner by myself. Jenkins' cooking skills were pretty good and he cooked some meat porridge. Chocolate's food was boutique cat food, which, while not the most expensive in the store, was the most expensive Jenkins could afford.

Now that you are ready to raise a cat, you must take responsibility.

Sitting at the dinner table, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and reading the letter in his hand. "Stories from a Stranger" can be found in major bookstores in Nolan City, but its publication in other places has not yet been fully launched, so here are only local enthusiastic readers writing letters to express their praise and expectations for Jenkins' stories.

He was somewhat surprised to find that among the readers of the letter, there were very few children, and most of them were young girls. The plots told in the letters were also related to princes and princesses.

"This is a fairy tale, not a love story!"

Jenkins definitely did not expect such a result when he wrote the book.

Due to the price of books and the poor literacy rate of this era, the letters were definitely from girls from middle-class families or even the so-called upper class. Some sentences are written very strangely:

"Your talent shines like the morning star in the sky. If you are willing, I am willing to choose a suitable time and place to enjoy the stars in the sky with you..."

"Dear Mr. William, your story makes me feel excited. Even the blooming red roses cannot express my feelings. I hope to get your reply. I am willing to offer my blooming roses."

......

There are many similar words, but Jenkins does not like stargazing and has no interest in roses. The shadow of the flower girl still haunts him. So he just picked a few letters that seriously discussed the story and prepared to write a letter to thank the support.

"I am also a great writer."

Chocolate was unwilling to pay attention to the slow owner.

The last letter was the reply from Miss Mary who sent the wrong letter in the "Pen Pal Incident". Jenkins had almost completely forgotten about this matter. He thought there would be no reply.

However, Miss Mary should have used the most expensive mailing method to receive the letter from the northernmost tip of the continent so quickly.

Carefully put your nose to the letter paper, and the fragrance of the expensive paper pages came to your face. It is said that when this kind of snow paper is made, a kind of spice is used to soak the raw materials, so that the finished product itself can emit a pleasant fragrance. It seems to be true. Miss Mary should be a very rich lady.

Unfolding the letter, it was still the same elegant handwriting as last time.

PS: The pose in the previous chapter is from the first episode of the third season of Magical Girl Illya.

Chapter 92 Chapter 89 Reply (Part 2)

Dear Mr. William:

Thank you very much for sending the wrong letter to me. My friend made a serious mistake, so this letter appeared in the Kingdom of Fidictli. You are really a qualified gentleman!

I need to apologize to you. When I received your reply, Mr. Warren's math class had ended. The distance from Loon to Nolan was too far, and my homework was completely ruined. But I gave your reply to Mr. Warren. I originally wanted to understand those headache-inducing symbols. They looked very interesting, but Mr. Warren said that you must be a respected probabilist... or a senior gambler.

I believe that a gentleman like you will not be deeply involved in casinos. Mr. Warren also admits that your mathematical talent is unparalleled. We have looked up recent mathematical papers and found that no one has studied probability so deeply. Those arrogant scholars always think that only gamblers study probability!

Mr. William, I swear to the spirit of nature that I will never make your knowledge public. But why not write this knowledge into a paper and publish it? I believe you will become famous for it!

Thank you again for your reply. Although my math class grades are not good, I still hope to have the opportunity to discuss mathematics or literature with you.

PS: I sent a few crowns in the envelope as a thank you for your reply. Please don't refuse. This is my heart.

Yours faithfully,

Mary

Reached out and twisted the envelope. There was a neatly folded small paper package inside. Jenkins cut it open with scissors and counted out two red banknotes from it. This is the currency of the Kingdom of Hampavo, called crown, and the exchange rate with the gold pound of the Kingdom of Fidictli is about 1:3. Jenkins is not interested in this aspect. It was his father who asked him to be familiar with the currencies of various countries.

"Two 100-kroner bills, converted into gold pounds, is 620 pounds?"

Jenkins couldn't believe it. He reread the letter and guessed that Miss Mary's family should be very good, and...she misunderstood Jenkins as a crazy mathematician who was ignorant of the world.

This can be seen from the honorific between the lines.

"Chocolate, I'll buy you better cat food tomorrow!"

He squinted and waved the red currency in his hand at the cat, but the kitten just stared at it for a while and then lay down again without interest.

The banking industry in this world has just started. It was originally opened by the [Travel and Contract] Church for the convenience of travelers. There can be currency exchange. Jenkins plans to settle the family affairs tomorrow and not go to his father.

Miss Mary's letter this time still uses that extremely expensive snow paper. According to the speed of the reply, it is probably not an ordinary post.

"Reply..."

Jenkins filled the pen with ink and pulled the kerosene lamp on the dining table to illuminate the white paper in front of him. His current financial situation does not allow him to buy expensive stationery. The paper he uses now is the document paper for the church's internal office, which is the kind of document paper that Captain Binsey used when he first examined Jenkins, which is only inferior to modern printing paper. Dad had a stack of papers for writing reports, and he took a few sheets at random.

Dear Miss Mary:

"Cross it out, too intimate."

Dear Miss Mary:

I received your reply.

I am honored by your politeness and extremely honored by your appreciation. Thank you for your crown, which really helped me a lot.

I don't want to deceive you, but you may have some misunderstandings. I am not a so-called mathematician, but only a mathematics enthusiast. On the contrary, I have some attainments in literature.

I have read the proposals for the papers, but I know that my knowledge is still shallow, and the heavy work in reality does not allow me to deeply invest in the fascinating field of mathematics. I will attach my unsystematic research on probability at the end of the letter. If you are interested, please publish them, but don't attribute them to my name.

I hate being exposed in public. Even though it can bring me fame and fortune and change my life, I hate this kind of change!

You don't have to worry about this. It is an honor for me as a follower of the sage to spread my knowledge to the public. At the same time, I hope that my proposal will not cause you any trouble.

Thank you again for your generosity. I am also happy to be your pen pal and discuss mathematics and literature with you.

I wish you a smile and all the best!

PS: I am a follower of the inherited sage. I swear to the sage that all the theories in the notes at the end of the letter are presented to this world for the first time by my pen.

Yours faithfully,

Jenkins R. William

"I am so humble."

Jenkins is very satisfied with his decision. He had just experienced the postgraduate entrance examination before crossing over, and his research on advanced mathematics is still okay. But that is limited to the unsystematic examination content. He is not the protagonist of the novel. If he wants to organize it into a theory and publish a paper, it may take some effort.

But Jenkins doesn't have that time. He just wants to focus on the study of mysticism. Moreover, the original owner Jenkins can have the label of a mathematics lover in his personality, but the label of a mathematician must not appear.

This is related to the issue of survival.

But since someone is interested, it is also very good to write down some of the knowledge I know. After all, I believe in the inheritance sage, and this practice is also in line with the doctrine. After all, when I come to this world, I must bring some changes to the world. Otherwise, what is the point of coming here?

But safety comes first, let Miss Mary decide whether to publish it.

"In this backward era, transportation is extremely inconvenient, and the other party is in a distant foreign country. We will never have any other intersections in our lifetime."

The tail of the chocolate swayed casually and hit Jenkins' teacup of milk. The cup swayed slightly and the milk overflowed.

"Probability theory can be mentioned, but the simple classical probability model is only superficial knowledge. The deeper content involves integration."

Jenkins thought about it for a while, defined the Cartesian coordinate system in his own words on paper, and then began to discuss the area problem of trapezoids, and then extended the area problem of irregular trapezoids in the plane rectangular coordinate system, and extended the integration with the idea of ​​infinite equal division.

"This is not enough. The integral tool for calculating probability seems too simple. We also need limits, infinite series, differentials, derivatives, differential equations, matrices, multidimensional space, vectors..."

Jenkins muttered to himself while writing down what he could think of on paper.

Chocolate stretched his head to look at the strange symbols written by his master. After a while, he felt dizzy. After a meow, he lay down again and dozed off. But in fact, he was still spying on Jenkins' actions.

Jenkins was still somewhat rational. Although he didn't know how far the frontier of mathematics had been pushed in this era, he also knew that what he wrote was too advanced.

PS: I forgot to say Happy Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday. Please vote for all kinds of things.

Chapter 93 Chapter 90 Whispering, Dreaming

He carefully selected some "basic" knowledge and rewrote it, and changed the ink twice during the period. He took the brazier and threw all the things he wrote for the first time into it. To be cautious, he burned them all with the mysterious gift candle.

Establishing a pen pal relationship with Miss Mary was also a decision made by Jenkins after consideration. In order to avoid exposing his identity as a time traveler, his life is very, very boring. Maybe it would be nice to find some hobbies to relax himself. Making pen pals is also very fashionable in this era. Although the person writing to you may be beautiful, you just need to be happy.

Putting the reply to Miss Mary and the thank-you letter to the reader together and mailing them together tomorrow, Jenkins looked at the darkening sky outside and planned to visit his neighbors with chocolate.

The neighbors are very friendly.

Living on the left side of Jenkins is the Goodman family. Mr. Goodman works at the famous Hogg Machinery Foundry in Nolan City. He is a manager, and Mrs. Goodman is a full-time housewife. Jenkins met her when he first looked at the house. The two have neat lawns, gilded house numbers and beautiful roofs. This is a standard middle-class family. The Goodman family also has a short-haired cat named Liz. Mrs. Goodman kindly reminded Jenkins that the city cat license should not be applied for at the city hall, but at the city pet management center in the suburbs.

Living on the right side of Jenkins is Mrs. Margaret, who lives alone and is about fifty years old. She is a widow, and the inheritance left by her late husband is enough for her to live a comfortable life in the second half of her life. Mrs. Margaret warmly invited Jenkins to sit in the house, but was politely rejected by Jenkins.

He had other things to do tonight. Today is the last day of August, the month of craftsmen and sweet rain.

Chocolate was more obedient than Jenkins expected. He did not buy a cage for his cat, but built a warm nest for her, but Chocolate always liked to run to Jenkins' bed in the middle of the night.

Let Chocolate rest first, Jenkins turned off his kerosene lamp, sat quietly on the antique sofa on the first floor, and stared at the flawless red and blue moon outside the window.

The opened pocket watch was bathed in the gentle moonlight, and the three pointers moved to the top at the same time. At the moment of twelve o'clock in the morning, the expected weird whisper appeared.

Jenkins had experienced too many strange events this month. Strange things, strange places, evil spirits, evil gods, divinity and other messy things bombarded his mind one after another.

Because he was not crazy, his resistance to these abnormalities had been significantly improved.