The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins concluded.

"Of course, I am a graduate of a normal college. It is impossible for me to forget my identity."

She raised her neck and said.

Jenkins felt relieved after hearing what he wanted to hear. At least it proved that the other party did have such a thing as "selfless dedication."

"But it's proven that it exists, how do I get it out?"

He turned to ask the Gear Man who was standing in front of the window looking at the rain. Miss Evelin seemed not to have heard this, and the Gear Man said:

"Isn't it enough to just dig out her heart?"

Jenkins looked at it, and the latter said:

"How about this joke?"

"That sucks. How the hell am I going to get that? If you don't want to tell, just shut up. I think I can find out myself."

"Yes, you can find it yourself, after all, the first goal is a bit too simple."

The Gear Man walked to the sofa and caressed the top of Miss Evelyn's head, who seemed not to be able to see it at all.

"Human society is really wonderful. You see, this lady obviously has determination and perseverance, but reality forces her to give up her selfless dedication. And that Miss Nancy you haven't met yet, she has Ai Everything that Flynn envied, but she had no ideas or dreams.”

"what do you want to say?"

Jenkins frowned, the other party's routine looked familiar.

"What I'm trying to say is that maybe your times are wrong."

"wrong?"

"Yes, they look like blooming flowers, but in fact they are rotten on the inside. Human civilization is very prosperous, but in my opinion, they are just like fireworks. The higher they rise into the sky, the more likely they are to explode. "

It paused deliberately and then asked:

"Do you know how to cure all of this? Let the dreamers chase their dreams, let the ordinary people be ordinary, and let everything be done according to the right ideas."

"Then let everyone become gear people, and under your exquisite calculation and control, the social cycle will be carried out in an orderly manner."

Jenkins replied, without even thinking.

"Look, you really understand me best."

The Gear Man said, then sat on a small separate sofa. Jenkins scoffed and replied somewhat displeasedly:

"I know you want to say this, but are you looking down on me too much? I've already come this far, am I still going to give up everything and follow you because of this kind of persuasion?"

"Let's wait and see."

said the Gear Man.

The conversation between the two didn't last long. Miss Nancy opened the door and walked in after her nap. She was indeed the aristocratic lady that Jenkins had met several times in his impression.

Seeing her students arriving, Miss Evelin stood up and prepared to start today's class, leaving Jenkins no chance to talk to her. But he didn't want to try to talk anymore. He sat on the couch with the cat in his arms and watched the two ladies gather at the desk to start today's classwork.

Check homework, recite new poems, and read this month’s new poetry issue together. Since it is a poetry magazine, it naturally contains poems of all types, some of which criticize society or reflect the times.

The noble lady and her governess read an article that alluded to the oppression of women and advocated that women should have access to labor opportunities instead of being trapped in the family. Miss Nancy Franklin asked:

"Miss Evelyn, what do you think of this kind of thing? I think it's a good life to live in banquets and salons all day without having to work after getting married. Sweet pastries and melodious violins are better than the noise of the factory. Be better with dust.”

Miss Franklin is immature.

"This poem is not for young ladies from families like yours."

Miss Evelin said, with a more or less helpless expression on her face.

"But since it wasn't written for me, why did it appear in a poetry magazine that only we would read?"

She continued to ask, and Miss Evelin wanted to pass it off casually, because explaining this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences, and some things are not convenient to tell her students.

But suddenly I thought about the good-looking person I had spoken to just now, the questions and answers about career, the conversations about my past dreams and current work, and the debt I had studying at Nolan Normal College. That time.

Miss Evelyn was stunned there. For a moment, she actually thought about a philosophical question - what am I doing?

Chapter 2193 Dad’s Finger

Because of her greater dream, Miss Evelyn could not continue her dream of becoming a teacher, but this did not mean that she completely gave up all her persistence.

Although the salary of a tutor job is far less than that of serializing knight novels in newspapers and magazines, and it is not as good as going to the wealthy Sage Church twice a week to help copy documents, she still insists on this job as a tutor, and it is definitely not because she wants to bring benefits to herself. To achieve an unrealistic sense of self-satisfaction.

Therefore, the former country girl, the former student of Nolan Normal University, and now the tutor in a difficult financial situation decided to temporarily ignore the original scope of the poetry teacher's job, temporarily jump out of the scope of work, and make a small transcendence. Teach your students some life lessons.

She did not intend to change Nancy Franklin, but she just hoped that this simple-minded girl would live a more understanding life, at least before getting married.

Jenkins didn't pay attention to the conversation after that, because he saw a heart-shaped diamond as big as a fist floated out from Miss Evelyn's heart.

Flawless and crystal clear, no one can refuse such jewelry. In addition to its own appearance value, what is even more valuable is the strong white aura attached to it.

In other words, it is a gift.

"Yes, this is selfless dedication."

The Gear Man said, watching Jenkins hold the Silmarillion in his hands, even the cat on his shoulder couldn't help but stick his head out to take a good look at this treasure.

"Selfless dedication? Why do I feel like this... just say it is."

He carefully held the gem that radiated warmth, and could feel the purest spirit from it, as well as a power directed toward the soul. If we were to speak metaphorically, we could call this diamond the embodiment of the soul. This can be regarded as a priceless treasure. The benefactor carries it as jewelry for a long time. Not only can it slowly increase its own spirit, but it can also effectively increase its own energy when encountering strange objects, treacherous situations and other mentally chaotic and polluted environments. Resistance.

Of course, because this was the collection of this strange situation, Jenkins just played with it for a while and handed it to the gear man.

"It's so beautiful. The purest thoughts can be transformed into something like this. You're right, humans are really complicated."

Even Jenkins couldn't help but praise that he didn't do much to condense the diamond. The gear man is right, the first goal is too simple. The other party has such an idea and just needs a little inducement.

In this turbulent era, to be able to obtain such a treasure from such a small person, Jenkins is really looking forward to the next story of this world.

"Okay, then let's go back."

The Gear Man took the lead towards the door of the study, opened the door and entered the corridor. Jenkins followed closely with the cat in his arms, and whispered goodbye when passing by the two ladies who were in class.

After walking through the door of the room, he walked into his father's antique shop.

The antique shop and the street behind him remained still. The gear man who was one step ahead of Jenkins had returned behind the counter. He turned the largest gear on the chest twice, opened a valve, and put the heart-shaped diamond in. into the storage compartment on the chest.

"Speaking of which, the Difference Engine doesn't want me to help it collect people's pure spiritual power and use it to help it replenish its soul, right?"

Jenkins said casually, walked to the counter, and put the cat down smoothly. Chocolate took two tentative steps towards his little cushion, but immediately stopped and turned to look at Jenkins. Probably because he was worried that Jenkins would leave him here and go on an adventure alone, he turned around and jumped on his shoulder again, in a good mood to see through Jenkins' "conspiracy", and happily kept swiping the back of Jenkins' head with his tail.

Chocolate is really happy. Jenkins doesn't have much power left to use now, and the difference engine is so powerful. Soon it will be the cat's turn to show off his skills.

"It's not convenient for me to comment on your speculation, because I don't know any difference engines."

It's implied that the thing's name is "The Great Intelligence," and Jenkins needs to call out the correct title.

"It's a little too irrational for a rational machine like you to be obsessed with the name."

Jenkins took the opportunity to sarcastically say.

"Don't you humans often say that neither absolute rationality nor absolute sensibility is correct? I am learning your thoughts."

"Just don't learn the dregs of human thought."

He said this and then looked at the map. There were still six points left.

"Speaking of which, the mission just now was really simple. Won't all the subsequent ones be this difficult?"

"Of course not. You are just lucky and happened to choose the easiest one first. In fact, the female governess has never given up her responsibility as a teacher. You just need to guide her a little to make her understand that she can Okay. Is the diamond beautiful just now? The best treasure condensed by the soul, even in this era, your race is really a treasure, let you follow the path I planned... ..Since you don’t like to listen, what should you choose next?”

Gear Man points to the map.

Jenkins thought for a moment and pointed to the city center:

"Since we went to the outskirts of the city just now, let's go to the city and have a look this time, here."

That's the street where the town hall is located, the center of Noland. The brass statue placed next to the red dot is of a little boy wearing overalls. The pants were obviously too big, so much so that they were bunched up at the ankles.

There were several square patches on his clothes, he wore open-toe shoes, and he wore a dark blue duck-bill hat on his head. He was carrying a large satchel that almost drooped to the ground. The strap of the satchel was put around his neck. The mouth of the bag was open, and there were newspapers inside.

The boy was holding on to the strap of his satchel with his left hand, and waving a newspaper high in his right hand.

This is a typical image of a boy selling newspapers.

"Are you sure this is it?"

The Gear Man confirmed it again just like before.

"Of course, this is it."

So, the two of them and the cat jumped towards the map and disappeared into the antique shop as if they were sucked in by the map.

The antique shop returned to calm, everything was still, only the sound of rain hitting the windows was still loud. However, in this silence, Dad's finger holding the newspaper suddenly moved.

Sometimes Jenkins subconsciously ignores the role of the church. In fact, the Orthodox Church is not weak at all. It's not just friends trying to help Jenkins, and it's not just Miss Magic who has weird ideas. The Church, of course, will not be unable to provide any help to the Savior.

Chapter 2194 Chatting in the Rain

Two people and a cat fell from the sky. When they approached the ground, their speed suddenly slowed down, as if they were stepping on a layer of cotton under their feet. Jenkins and the Gear Man landed smoothly on the street, and then the chocolate fell on Jenkins' shoulders.

It can be seen that it is very excited, probably novel about this way of landing.

The rain is still falling, neither getting heavier nor getting lighter. Compared with the streets with few pedestrians on Fifth Queen's Avenue, even in the rain, the streets in the city center were still full of pedestrians. The carriage carrying guests "parked" next to Jenkins. Jenkins could see the horse running. A frozen funny expression.

The target boy selling newspapers stood in front of the closed silverware store on the east side of the street to take shelter from the rain, clutching the shoulder strap of his satchel very hard. He hid here more to prevent the newspaper from getting wet, and without customers, the newspaper could not be sold, which was obviously a worse situation.

The door to the silver shop was chained shut and the windows were boarded up. There was also a notice posted on the board stating that the owner of the store had gone to the country for business and would not be open until later next week.

"What is my goal this time?"

Jenkins asked, and the Gear Man responded immediately:

"It's very simple, this time it's a 'vibrant heart'."

"Vibrant? Is it all such a conceptual thing?"

Jenkins looked at the boy's face. His face was a little dirty. It was obvious that he didn't wash his face every day. But he seemed to be in good spirits, and his face showed more worry about not being able to sell newspapers than exhaustion from selling newspapers.

"The last target almost lost the selfless dedication. I'm afraid the target this time is not a vigorous boy, right?"

"That's your problem, then, let's get started..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the patter of rain was immediately drowned out by the noise of people walking on the street. The carriage next to Jenkins continued to move forward, but the horse turned its head slightly to glance at Jenkins, probably sensing his majestic vitality.

Although there were many pedestrians with and without umbrellas on the street, people spontaneously avoided Jenkins and the Gear Man standing in the middle of the street. When the two of them walked towards the closed silver shop on the street, pedestrians quite consciously gave way to them, even though no one could realize that there were two strange people here.

Jenkins came under the eaves of the silver shop, while the Gear Man stood in front of the boarded-up window and watched the scene.

He touched his cat, then put his hand into his backpack, and it took him a long time to find a small bag with a pierced mouth. The shape of the bag was very similar to the bag where the dice were placed in the ancient town of Blood Therapy. Inside were some coins, coins and banknotes of all denominations.

The church took into account the possibility of encountering any situation in the treacherous environment, so it specially prepared these coins for easy spending.

"Give me a newspaper."

He counted out four one-penny copper coins and handed them over.

"Twopence for a newspaper, sir!"

The boy said that it wasn't because he was kind-hearted and didn't want to deceive the strangers in front of him, but because the price was uniform across the city, if he broke the rules, someone would naturally tell him the rules.

The newspaper the boy was selling was the "Nolan Evening News", one of the best-selling newspapers in Nolan and surrounding areas. When the "knowledge tax" still existed about thirty years ago, the price of a newspaper was 7 pence. After it was cancelled, it was gradually reduced to two pence. Because the low price of newspapers indirectly promotes the sales of newspapers, thereby promoting the literacy rate, the Sage Church has always believed that the elimination of the "knowledge tax" is the greatest political achievement of the church in the past century.

"The other two pence is a tip for you. It's still raining, and I can only take shelter here for a short time. You shouldn't mind chatting with me for a few words. Of course, you can leave at any time, I just want to be less bored." "

Jenkins tried to sound gentle.

"Of course, sir, it's my pleasure."

The boy nodded immediately and took out a dry newspaper from his satchel - taking it from the middle instead of the outermost one. He handed it to Jenkins before he dared to take the four small copper coins.

Jenkins opened the newspaper and took a look. The date was late July 1865, which was exactly one year different from the current time in the material world.

In other words, the time in the strange world is the day Jenkins came to this world.

"I changed the time to today one year ago. Wouldn't that make it more immersive? Oh, except for the year, the date and hour are the same, and it's evening outside now."

Seeing Jenkins looking at it, the Gear Man explained.

"One evening a year ago..."