Chapter: 127
"Haha, Klein, you don't understand. You have read a lot of newspapers recently, but you haven't come into contact with the magazines for families and women. They call families with an annual income of 100 to 1,000 pounds the middle class. , preaching that this is the scaffolding of the whole kingdom, and praising the middle class for not having the arrogance of the aristocrats and the rich, nor being as rude as the low-income classes."
Benson explained in a relaxed and cheerful manner, "These magazines simplify many of the rituals of the aristocratic interactions, and use them as a sign of the middle class. The difference between intimate visits, semi-official visits and official visits comes from here."
As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed: "Generally speaking, Mr., Mrs., and Ms. who regard themselves as this class will pay special attention to similar details. Their visits to neighbors and friends are between 2:00 p.m. and 6:00 p.m. , called a morning visit."
"Morning visit?" Klein and Melissa asked in surprise.
What kind of morning visit is a visit from 2pm to 6pm?
Benson put down the knife and fork, spread his hands and smiled, "I don't know why, I just read a few magazines brought by my female colleagues, well, maybe it's because I have to wear a morning coat to visit..."
The original morning dress was a dress for mass and assembly, and later referred to daytime formal wear, which was different from evening dress.
"Okay, remember to buy some good coffee powder and tea leaves tomorrow morning, and buy some muffins and lemon cakes from Mrs. Sling. Don't be rude in front of the neighbors." Klein laughed and dipped the remaining bread Gravy, stuffed with potatoes, put in mouth.
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The next day, Sunday morning.
Klein drank the last sip of bad tea, put down the newspaper, put on a half-height silk top hat, and took a black cane inlaid with silver. He walked out of the gate slowly, and took a public carriage to Zotland Street.
He greeted Rosanne who had just finished the night duty and planned to go to the lounge to sleep, and descended all the way to the ground.
At the corner, he ran into a member of the Nighthawks team, "The Sleepless" Luoyao Laidin.
This is a very cold-looking lady, with slender eyebrows, large eyes, and black and smooth hair like silk.
"Good morning, Ms. Ledding." Klein saluted with a smile.
Luo Yao glanced at him with dark blue eyes, and nodded slightly in greeting.
When the two passed by, Luo Yao suddenly stopped, looked ahead and said, "Ritual magic is a very dangerous thing."
Ah... Klein froze for a moment, and when he turned around again, he could only see the back of the other party going away.
"Thank you." He frowned, and softly called out to Luoyao Leiting's back.
Turning left, he quickly saw Old Neil in the armory guard room, and Brett who shouldn't have appeared here.
"Let's go, go to my house. I've already received the corresponding materials, and Brett also agreed to guard me." Old Neil said with a smile.
Klein was suddenly surprised: "Not here?"
Old Neil held the small silver box and clicked his tongue: "There is no room for practicing ritual magic here."
Klein didn't ask any more questions, and followed Old Neil back to the ground. Then, the two of them took a public carriage and went all the way to the outskirts of the North District.
Old Neil's home was a single-family house, and roses, gold mint and other "materials" were planted in the garden in front of it.
Upon entering, there is a carpeted porch with two high-back chairs and an umbrella stand.
Through the porch is the spacious living room, the walls are covered with light-colored wallpaper, the floor is painted dark brown, there is a small carpet with printed patterns in the middle, and a heavy round table is placed.
The round table is surrounded by comfortable benches, chairs, and a piano.
"My deceased wife liked music very much." Old Neil pointed to the piano and casually mentioned, "The sofa and coffee table are in the living room... Our ritual magic today is in the living room."
"Okay." Klein replied somewhat cautiously. JrNovels.com
Benson explained in a relaxed and cheerful manner, "These magazines simplify many of the rituals of the aristocratic interactions, and use them as a sign of the middle class. The difference between intimate visits, semi-official visits and official visits comes from here."
As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed: "Generally speaking, Mr., Mrs., and Ms. who regard themselves as this class will pay special attention to similar details. Their visits to neighbors and friends are between 2:00 p.m. and 6:00 p.m. , called a morning visit."
"Morning visit?" Klein and Melissa asked in surprise.
What kind of morning visit is a visit from 2pm to 6pm?
Benson put down the knife and fork, spread his hands and smiled, "I don't know why, I just read a few magazines brought by my female colleagues, well, maybe it's because I have to wear a morning coat to visit..."
The original morning dress was a dress for mass and assembly, and later referred to daytime formal wear, which was different from evening dress.
"Okay, remember to buy some good coffee powder and tea leaves tomorrow morning, and buy some muffins and lemon cakes from Mrs. Sling. Don't be rude in front of the neighbors." Klein laughed and dipped the remaining bread Gravy, stuffed with potatoes, put in mouth.
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The next day, Sunday morning.
Klein drank the last sip of bad tea, put down the newspaper, put on a half-height silk top hat, and took a black cane inlaid with silver. He walked out of the gate slowly, and took a public carriage to Zotland Street.
He greeted Rosanne who had just finished the night duty and planned to go to the lounge to sleep, and descended all the way to the ground.
At the corner, he ran into a member of the Nighthawks team, "The Sleepless" Luoyao Laidin.
This is a very cold-looking lady, with slender eyebrows, large eyes, and black and smooth hair like silk.
"Good morning, Ms. Ledding." Klein saluted with a smile.
Luo Yao glanced at him with dark blue eyes, and nodded slightly in greeting.
When the two passed by, Luo Yao suddenly stopped, looked ahead and said, "Ritual magic is a very dangerous thing."
Ah... Klein froze for a moment, and when he turned around again, he could only see the back of the other party going away.
"Thank you." He frowned, and softly called out to Luoyao Leiting's back.
Turning left, he quickly saw Old Neil in the armory guard room, and Brett who shouldn't have appeared here.
"Let's go, go to my house. I've already received the corresponding materials, and Brett also agreed to guard me." Old Neil said with a smile.
Klein was suddenly surprised: "Not here?"
Old Neil held the small silver box and clicked his tongue: "There is no room for practicing ritual magic here."
Klein didn't ask any more questions, and followed Old Neil back to the ground. Then, the two of them took a public carriage and went all the way to the outskirts of the North District.
Old Neil's home was a single-family house, and roses, gold mint and other "materials" were planted in the garden in front of it.
Upon entering, there is a carpeted porch with two high-back chairs and an umbrella stand.
Through the porch is the spacious living room, the walls are covered with light-colored wallpaper, the floor is painted dark brown, there is a small carpet with printed patterns in the middle, and a heavy round table is placed.
The round table is surrounded by comfortable benches, chairs, and a piano.
"My deceased wife liked music very much." Old Neil pointed to the piano and casually mentioned, "The sofa and coffee table are in the living room... Our ritual magic today is in the living room."
"Okay." Klein replied somewhat cautiously. JrNovels.com
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