The Master of the Strange Realm

Now he was more confident, so he used the telepathy and creation pencil to draw envelopes and fake stamps on paper, put the letter paper with words in it, and finally put the banknotes in.

"Maybe shillings can also be drawn? Now I have the combination of two gifts and a divine spell, no one would have thought that I could print money."

This thought came to his mind.

"Don't be silly, you are a good person."

Jenkins smiled and shook his head, drew another bottle of glue, and continued his work.

This action, not seeking gains, as long as not to cause trouble to himself. He took advantage of the night, put on a black robe and slipped out again, avoiding the patrolling police, and then put all the letters into the mailbox.

As for the addresses of the remaining 49 letters, they were randomly filled in with street names and numbers based on the unclear tourist map of the Kingdom of Cheslan.

Although Elrond is in a foreign country, the actual distance is very close to Nolan City, and the distance between Nolan and Shire is about the same. The next stop of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe, which is still staying in this city, is Eldron, and it can be reached in one day by sailing on the ocean.

"That's good."

Put all the envelopes in the mailbox. As long as there is no problem with the fake stamps, Jenkins will get a reply in two or three days. He thinks this matter is handled very well, and the cat who is watching the show sees a very interesting future.

(Chocolate is sleeping...)

Jenkins saw the news in the newspaper early in the morning about what happened that night. Stillwell Field has identified the escaped murder victim, Kumbu, as a fraudster. In the operation last night, they almost caught one of Kumbu's accomplices. But he seemed to have received the news earlier, escaped in advance, and set a trap in the apartment he rented. The steam bomb seriously injured a brave trainee police officer. The police now offer a reward of 20 pounds for the fugitive who is suspected of carrying a large number of dangerous items.

Dad also has some news. The police found occult items and some human limb fragments in the fugitive's residence. After contacting the church for help in identification, it has been confirmed that the escaped prisoner is a gifter, and at least three people were killed in that apartment. The church now judges that Kumbu and his gang are followers of the "Prince of Lies". At the same time, there are signs that the source of the infection of the gear bacteria, that is, the unlucky detective assistant, has had contact with these people.

It is still unknown whether the followers of the "Prince of Lies" and the followers of the "Gear King" have cooperated or whether this is just a coincidence, but the church is paying close attention to this matter.

What surprised Jenkins the most was that the police also found the address of Eldron he discovered through the records of the post office with the help of the detective, which means that what he did last night was completely meaningless.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me!"

He was somewhat happy about this development.

As for the strange thing last night, no one mentioned it. It disappeared again after the wish was fulfilled.

The team of gifters who temporarily acted as police patrols that night also found the place where Jenkins and the escaped swindler fought. They have not yet investigated who stopped the swindler, but the fragments of the steam bomb scattered on the ground have been collected. Comparing it with the debris in the apartment, it was found that the source of the bomb was actually the Nolan military.

This matter became even more bizarre at this point. Civilian Jenkins only knew this, and the following things would not affect him before they happened.

There was also new progress in the matter of the demon summoner. The church has locked in several young people who are suspected. After the peripheral investigation is completed, people will be arranged to arrest them. After the real demon died, the people who summoned the demon seemed to have lost their backbone, which made things much simpler.

Jenkins still remembered that he had to go to the church to teach a one-hour basic arithmetic course on Wednesday night. In fact, he thought that in one hour, he couldn't even start the topic, but the believers had limited time, so he had to do this.

Holding the chocolate that refused to stay alone at home, he got on the carriage and traveled through the quiet city. The carriage was sent by the church to pick up Jenkins, which was also a benefit of the church.

This was not a box-type carriage, but the most ordinary carriage without a canopy.

Looking at the shadows of the buildings in the distance in the dark night, Jenkins felt that he should find a topic to chat about casually, otherwise the next twenty minutes of the journey would be too boring.

"It's getting colder and colder recently. If it's like in previous years, we'll see the first snow in a month."

Still starting with the topic of weather.

"Yes, sir, even these horses can feel the cold at night. I'm planning to reinforce the walls of the stable recently. It was leaking last year."

Although Jenkins has no experience in raising horses, it's a good topic to get rid of the remaining events.

"Is that so? Then it should be as soon as possible. Now that half of this month has passed, the temperature will drop faster and faster."

Jenkins considered buying a few small clothes for Chocolate to survive the cold winter, but it's obvious that cats don't like such things that restrict their bodies.

"Your idea is right! Thank you, sage! Because I work for the church, the church gives me an extra 5 shillings a week in winter. This money can help my family and I survive the coldest time smoothly."

"5 shillings?"

Jenkins stared blankly at the driver's joyful expression and his behavior of constantly praising the sage, and suddenly realized that 5 shillings, which was worthless to him, could really change the fate of a family in this era.

Weird things lurk in the weirdness, and the giver pursues the gift, but this is still a great era in which the power of steam is prominent and capital is rising. He was lucky enough to be one of the very few beneficiaries, but underneath him were the ordinary people who had the broadest and broadest pyramid.

He felt that he should use the 8,000 pounds to do something special, but he also realized that in the face of the big era, the power of ordinary individuals is only a drop in the bucket.

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Chapter 190 Chapter 186 Meeting Miller Again

Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, some elderly coachmen stopped the topic. With his cracked hands, he took out a cigarette from the large pocket with fine stitching, and then realized that there were guests in the car. After signaling to Jenkins, Jenkins shook his head and said he didn't mind. The coachman then pushed open the small box nailed to the carriage, took out a match, struck it on the carriage board next to him, and then lit the cigarette.

It's not that the skills are amazing, but the ignition points of matches in this era are extremely low, and they can ignite with just one stroke in any dry place. Therefore, this is also one of the reasons for the high incidence of fires.

The driver took a deep breath and blew out two streams of smoke from his nostrils above his fine beard.

"Is this a cigarette you rolled yourself?"

Jenkins asked curiously. There was some wind tonight, and all the smoke exhaled by the driver was blown to the right.

The carriage continued to move forward. There was a dim intersection in front of it, and several shadows could be seen approaching.

"Yes, sir. The packs of cigarettes in the shops are too expensive, sage, three shillings a pack for ten sticks. I still prefer to roll my own tobacco."

No one Jenkins knew was a smoker. In the memory of the original owner, old Williamt smoked a pipe for a period of time a few years ago, but due to damage to the pipe, he gave up the habit.

"This is not the most expensive cigarette, the most expensive kind..."

The coachman didn't notice Jenkins' distraction. He picked up the bell and shook it gently to alert the patrol officers coming from the corner ahead. The officers recognized the holy emblem painted on the car and stood there politely waiting for the carriage to pass by before continuing. patrol.

"The most expensive kind of tobacco costs one gold pound, a full gold pound. I don't know how those people would go to the place where we live to promote this kind of tobacco?"

When we arrived at the church, it was only half past seven. The guard at the church door recognized him and nodded to let him in. After stopping a middle-aged priest who was walking through the corridor holding a flowerpot and asking for the specific location, Jenkins quickly found the classroom.

This is also a lecture theater. There are not many people, and most of them sit in the middle rows of chairs. Judging by their clothes and appearance, some of them were obviously students, and many more were middle-aged people who were respectable but still not middle-class.

For a period of time, old Williamte, a shop owner, would come to the church to attend night classes, but after he became "rich", he no longer had this time.

Reverend Roberts, who was in charge of the evening classes, soon came to the classroom. He was an old man in his fifties wearing glasses. He told Jenkins some things to pay attention to, such as speaking as slowly as possible, answering questions patiently, and staying for a while after the one-hour class is over, because someone may ask questions.

Holding the pocket watch in his hand, thinking that it was almost time, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

This is a short lady, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with long wavy brown hair hanging behind her back, and carrying an khaki satchel with an overly long strap. Although the face is a bit childish, if you look carefully, you can still tell that this is an adult lady.

Jenkins knew her. This was the borrower she met when she went to the hospital in the suburbs to visit Miss Michael last time. She lent Jenkins 5 pence, and then paid back the interest rate set by the believers of "The Missing Traveler". Gave him 6p.

She claimed at the time that "everything in this world can be figured out" and that she was a Level 6 Gifter.

"She is also a follower of the sage?"

Jenkins thought in surprise. The short lady knew that she was late and raised her head sheepishly to look at the lecturer standing at the front. She also recognized Jenkins and made an apologetic look.

Jenkins' idea was quickly overturned, because he found a cardboard carelessly placed on the table by a young brown-haired girl. This is a temporary class attendance certificate. If followers of foreign teachers also want to attend classes, they need to spend a small amount of money.

"The pagan gifter actually went to the church of the Orthodox Church in order to listen to a simple math class?"

He felt that this matter was a bit ridiculous. The short young girl might have another purpose.

Seeing her sitting in the first row, taking out notebooks and pencils from her bag, not even paying attention to the chocolate lying on the far right side of the table in the first row, but looking seriously at the blackboard behind Jenkins, Jenkins felt that he was thinking Too much.

The previous lecturer, Mr. Foley, usually taught arithmetic content in a cycle of five lectures. Before he left, he had finished his last lecture, so Jenkins started from the most basic today.

He was quite well prepared and took into consideration that the audience below were not well educated and had a very poor foundation, so he basically did not write anything on the blackboard, but used examples to illustrate addition and subtraction, such as normal vegetable buying and selling cases. wait.

There were no accidents in this class. Basically, no one else spoke except Jenkins. When he announced that today's class was over, no one applauded and the audience left one after another.

Of course, before leaving, I politely said hello to Jenkins.

This is a normal phenomenon. The original owner was brought here by Old William when he was a child, so he didn't think it was because of his poor level.

"Sorry to excuse you, where is Mr. Foley? Oh, by the way, hello, um..."

"Williamt, Jenkins Willamt."

"Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Alexia Miller. Sorry to take up some of your time. Where is the old lecturer, Mr. Foley?"

Miss Miller asked Jenkins after everyone left, walking to the blackboard, clutching her bag.

"Mr. Foley suffered from a serious illness some time ago. After recovering from the illness, he returned to his hometown to spend his old age. He also resigned from his position in the school and also said hello to the church. From now on, the number of church meetings will be held every Wednesday. Let me do the math."

He told the truth without hiding anything.

"That's it."

Miss Miller looked disappointed.

Jenkins originally didn’t want to get involved with the unknown gifter, but he couldn’t resist his curiosity and because this was a church and it was safe, he still asked:

"Madam, do you have anything to do with Mr. Foley? The church knows his current address. Maybe you can write him a letter."

"No, thank you. The National Research Institute of the Kingdom of Chesland published a very good book last week. I have some questions to ask Mr. Foley. Since he has left, forget it."

Jenkins felt that this matter sounded familiar. He thought about it and asked again:

"Is it "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics"?"

"Oh, you know that too?"

Miss Miller asked in surprise, "This book has not yet been publicly released in our country. The copy I have was lent to me by my friend at Nolan Private Third Preparatory College."

"Is that so? The book I saw was mailed to me by my friend in Loen. Thanks to the sage, the entire continent has the same text."

"So, do you understand all the knowledge in the book?"

Miss Miller asked again, looking like this conversation was going to last a long time. Jenkins glanced at the chocolate and found that it was still sleeping on the first row of tables, so he thought it would be okay to delay it for a little longer.

"Some of them understand."

He answered cautiously, then watched the short lady take out "A Brief Theory of Advanced Mathematics" from her satchel, flipped through a few pages, and then handed the book to Jenkins.

"Excuse me, do you know what this means? When I do calculations, I always get different results."

Jenkins flipped through it a few times and blinked naturally. In addition to the same number of light spots, there were at least five places on her body that were shining with strong auras.

"There are so many special items. Does it mean that people who like mathematics have good fortune?"

As he was thinking, he calculated how much money he had, and then put his finger on the book, pretending to read.

"Let me take a look... No, the answer you got is also correct, but the form is different. You know Euler, ahem, do you know that equation?"

After speaking, Jenkins turned around and wrote Euler's formula on the blackboard, "Exponential forms and imaginary numbers can be converted, and they have the same numerical meaning."

"Is that so? How did you get this formula? Is it a famous professor? Oh, God, mathematics is always so pleasant."

Miss Miller asked again, turning around the podium and walking over to Jenkins. The man noticed that the exclamation just now was "God", rather than pointing to a specific being. This is not uncommon, but if it happens to a strange gifter, it most likely means that she is a false god. believer.

"It's easy, just..."

Jenkins was suddenly stunned. Since she asked this, it meant that this formula was not mentioned in the "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics". Jenkins wrote these things in his letter, so he thought they were also in the book, and he answered them so quickly just now.

I was so focused on thinking about the lady’s identity that I accidentally made such a mistake.

"Oh no."

He thought to himself, turned around, pretended to put the half-used chalk in the box, and pushed the lid of the box up.

"Sorry, I saw this formula from another book, but I don't remember the proof method."

He said with regret that if this topic continues, it will be questioned.

"Well, that would be a pity."

Fortunately, Miss Miller did not ask for a specific title. She showed the same regretful expression, then took back her book and thanked Jenkins softly:

"Thanks for the help. If I have the chance, I will help you too."

"Too polite."

"No, if you borrow something, you must repay it. This is normal."

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Also: This chapter is not a word count, Miss Miller is an important character.

Chapter 191 Chapter 187 The Beauty of Mathematics

Alexia Miller is another gift recipient with a problematic personality. Do people who have extraordinary abilities have some personality flaws?

"It's okay, I'm normal."

He thought to himself, and waved goodbye to Miss Miller. The Eye of Truth was not closed yet. As he lowered his head to pack up, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something.