Wouldn't this be a little unreliable?

"Don't think about the damn bill anymore, let's discuss ritual magic." Old Neil put away the candles, cauldron, silver knife and other items with a relaxed expression.

Klein really wanted to shrug his shoulders like the Americans in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do this ungentlemanly gesture.

He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, throwing out the detailed questions that he had been confused about one by one, and got enough definite answers. When the key meaning is clearly expressed in Misi language, the other parts can be played freely. Of course, profane and not respectable descriptions are absolutely prohibited.

This "mystery course" lasted until noon. Old Neil coughed lightly and said, "We must return to Zouterand Street."

At this point, he murmured vaguely: "I missed the lovely breakfast to get the damn materials."

Klein looked around amusedly and suspiciously, "Mr. Neil, don't you have a cook at home? Or a maid in charge of cooking?"

A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to afford several servants!

According to the newspaper, with the accommodation and food provided, an ordinary chef only needs a weekly salary of 12 to 15 soli, not even 1 pound, and a handyman is even cheaper, with a weekly salary of only 3 soli, 6 pence to 6 soli Of course, you can't count on their cooking skills.

Uh, that's not right, since Mr. Neil still owes 30 pounds in foreign debt, it's normal not to hire a cook and servant...

I seem to be asking the wrong question again...

When Klein was regretting it, Old Neil shook his head and said, "I often try ritual magic at home, research Extraordinary items and corresponding documents, and I will not and cannot hire ordinary people as cooks, servants and maids. , just have people come in and clean it on a regular basis, and if it wasn't ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do a similar job?"

"I seem to have asked a stupid question, perhaps because I don't do things involving mystery at home." Klein explained with a self-mockery.

Old Neil stood up early, put on a round-brimmed felt hat, and walked out the door, muttering, "I seem to smell the smell of fried foie gras... When the bill is completely settled, I must have a good one." I'm sure I can eat a whole pork roast with apple sauce for lunch, no, that's not enough, I have to have a sausage with mashed potatoes..."

It made me hungry... Klein swallowed, followed Old Neil quickly, and headed to the nearby coach spot.

Back on Zouterland Street, Old Neil had just stepped out of the carriage when he suddenly said, "What did I see? Goddess, what did I see?"

Suddenly, he was as agile as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, quickly came to the side of the road, and picked up an item.

Klein moved closer in doubt, and after a closer look, he found that it was a well-made wallet.

With his vision and insight, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown wallet was cowhide or sheepskin. He only noticed a small light blue coat of arms embroidered on it, and above the coat of arms was a white dove about to fly.

This was Klein's first impression. From the second glance, he was glued to the sight of the banknotes bulging in his wallet.

It was a gold pound with black stripes on a gray background, with at least 20 face up!

Old Neil unfolded his wallet, took out those banknotes, looked carefully, and immediately heyed: "10 pounds banknotes, the respected 'Founder' and 'Protector' William I, oh, Goddess, a total of 30 notes , and several five-pound, one-pound, and five-soul notes."

More than three hundred pounds? This is a huge sum of money in the true sense! I may not be able to save this much money in ten years... Klein's breathing became heavy involuntarily.

Because the value of the gold pound is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a suitcase of banknotes in later generations.

"I don't know which gentleman dropped it... It must not be an ordinary person." Klein calmly analyzed.

Such wallets are obviously not for women.

"Don't care who he is." Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to take possession of money that doesn't belong to us. Let's wait here. I think that gentleman will come back to look for it soon. It�s not something that people give up easily.�

Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and had a new understanding of Old Neil's moral character.

He was worried that the other party would use the money to pay the bills under the excuse of "gifted by the goddess", and he was thinking hard about how to stop it and how to persuade him.

Is this "do what you want, but do no harm"? Klein suddenly realized something. JrNovels.com