Chapter: 1774
After paying a deposit of 3 pounds, he politely drank some red tea and got up to leave.
Belin sent him all the way to the door and watched him board the carriage.
Mr. Dant�s seems to be a rich man too...Compared to this, his temperament, his gentlemanly style, are all more attractive... Belin stood where she was, thinking casually.
In the carriage, Klein half-closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and calculated the next expenses uncontrollably: "The housekeeper is about 120 pounds, the personal servant takes the middle figure, 35 pounds, the cook 30 pounds, the gardener 25 pounds, 25 pounds for the coachman, 20 pounds for the family nurse, 15 pounds for three normal maids, and 10 pounds for three handy maids. In this way, the annual expenditure for the servants alone is 330 pounds, which is roughly equivalent to 6 pounds 7 soli per week. That's more than my weekly salary in Tingen.
"Besides, there must be a carriage, which looks like 100 pounds, and a garden house, and the weekly rent is almost another 2 pounds, plus the food, clothes, charcoal and other expenses of such a large group of people, the overall is simply exaggerated.
"Is this the daily life of a rich man..."
Klein suddenly regretted making such a character design.
He let out a breath, tried his best to put the matter behind him, and took a carriage to Pacefield Street in the North District.
There is a pure black church here, with a bell tower on each side, presenting a symmetrical beauty. It is the headquarters of the Backlund Parish of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, St. Samuel Church.
Klein straightened the handkerchief in his left pocket, took a gold-encrusted cane, and stepped into the church. He walked through the quiet corridor, and under the sunlight piercing the stained glass, he came to the large prayer hall.
It was very dark here, making people feel peaceful involuntarily. Klein found a place at random, leaned on his cane, took off his hat, and began to close his eyes and pray intently.
Time passed by, and after listening to the sermon, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, saluted the bishop with short black hair, and then came to the offering box next to him.
Breathing out silently, Klein took out two 10-pound and six 5-pound banknotes, and put them in one by one.
The bishop saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his expression softened a lot involuntarily.
Normally, unless there is a door-to-door request for a donation or a posthumous inheritance donation, the large amount of money that can be received in the dedication box in the church is only a few tens of pounds.
This means that the other party is a rich man, a rich man!
Saint Samuel's Church, inside the Great Prayer Hall.
The short-haired bishop withdrew his eyes, no longer looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of the offering box, and had no thought of talking in the past.
Here, in front of the altar, he represents the church, and under the gaze of the goddess, it is impossible to treat anyone who donates more with enthusiasm.
However, he remembered the other person's pretty good looks and mature and elegant temperament, and he planned to try to get to know him if he met again in the future.
Quietly watching the last banknote slide into the offering box, Klein closed his eyes, turned and left there.
When passing by the preaching bishop, he purposely glanced at the clergyman, smiled and nodded.
The bishop responded with a warm smile, and tapped his chest four times clockwise.
Klein was not in a hurry to get in touch with the relevant personnel, and made sure that his actions were logical and that there were no abruptness that aroused suspicion. He calmly and unhurriedly stepped aside to pass a believer, and returned to the seat he was sitting in along the aisle. He took his hat and cane and walked out of the church step by step.
At this time, the believers who had listened to the sermon either went to the offering box to express their hearts, or got up and left directly. They didn�t think there was any problem, because this was not a compulsive behavior.
Even devout believers who love donations don�t throw money into the donation box every time they come here. They often do it once or twice a week or two depending on the specific situation of the family.
The common people pay about a few pennies each time, the middle class three to five soli, and the rich and nobles pay it in gold pounds, which does not exceed 100.
This is a general situation. Every year on the holy day of the "Goddess of the Night", that is, the "Winter Ritual Day", the amount of a single donation will inflate a lot. Common people with ample money will choose two to three soli, and the middle class will choose about 5 pounds. , the upper-class people donate directly to the diocesan bishop and church charities, ranging from a few hundred pounds to a few thousand pounds.
��"Winter Ritual Day" refers to the day with the longest night every year, which is considered to be the birthday of the "Goddess of the Night".
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Belin sent him all the way to the door and watched him board the carriage.
Mr. Dant�s seems to be a rich man too...Compared to this, his temperament, his gentlemanly style, are all more attractive... Belin stood where she was, thinking casually.
In the carriage, Klein half-closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and calculated the next expenses uncontrollably: "The housekeeper is about 120 pounds, the personal servant takes the middle figure, 35 pounds, the cook 30 pounds, the gardener 25 pounds, 25 pounds for the coachman, 20 pounds for the family nurse, 15 pounds for three normal maids, and 10 pounds for three handy maids. In this way, the annual expenditure for the servants alone is 330 pounds, which is roughly equivalent to 6 pounds 7 soli per week. That's more than my weekly salary in Tingen.
"Besides, there must be a carriage, which looks like 100 pounds, and a garden house, and the weekly rent is almost another 2 pounds, plus the food, clothes, charcoal and other expenses of such a large group of people, the overall is simply exaggerated.
"Is this the daily life of a rich man..."
Klein suddenly regretted making such a character design.
He let out a breath, tried his best to put the matter behind him, and took a carriage to Pacefield Street in the North District.
There is a pure black church here, with a bell tower on each side, presenting a symmetrical beauty. It is the headquarters of the Backlund Parish of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, St. Samuel Church.
Klein straightened the handkerchief in his left pocket, took a gold-encrusted cane, and stepped into the church. He walked through the quiet corridor, and under the sunlight piercing the stained glass, he came to the large prayer hall.
It was very dark here, making people feel peaceful involuntarily. Klein found a place at random, leaned on his cane, took off his hat, and began to close his eyes and pray intently.
Time passed by, and after listening to the sermon, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, saluted the bishop with short black hair, and then came to the offering box next to him.
Breathing out silently, Klein took out two 10-pound and six 5-pound banknotes, and put them in one by one.
The bishop saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his expression softened a lot involuntarily.
Normally, unless there is a door-to-door request for a donation or a posthumous inheritance donation, the large amount of money that can be received in the dedication box in the church is only a few tens of pounds.
This means that the other party is a rich man, a rich man!
Saint Samuel's Church, inside the Great Prayer Hall.
The short-haired bishop withdrew his eyes, no longer looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of the offering box, and had no thought of talking in the past.
Here, in front of the altar, he represents the church, and under the gaze of the goddess, it is impossible to treat anyone who donates more with enthusiasm.
However, he remembered the other person's pretty good looks and mature and elegant temperament, and he planned to try to get to know him if he met again in the future.
Quietly watching the last banknote slide into the offering box, Klein closed his eyes, turned and left there.
When passing by the preaching bishop, he purposely glanced at the clergyman, smiled and nodded.
The bishop responded with a warm smile, and tapped his chest four times clockwise.
Klein was not in a hurry to get in touch with the relevant personnel, and made sure that his actions were logical and that there were no abruptness that aroused suspicion. He calmly and unhurriedly stepped aside to pass a believer, and returned to the seat he was sitting in along the aisle. He took his hat and cane and walked out of the church step by step.
At this time, the believers who had listened to the sermon either went to the offering box to express their hearts, or got up and left directly. They didn�t think there was any problem, because this was not a compulsive behavior.
Even devout believers who love donations don�t throw money into the donation box every time they come here. They often do it once or twice a week or two depending on the specific situation of the family.
The common people pay about a few pennies each time, the middle class three to five soli, and the rich and nobles pay it in gold pounds, which does not exceed 100.
This is a general situation. Every year on the holy day of the "Goddess of the Night", that is, the "Winter Ritual Day", the amount of a single donation will inflate a lot. Common people with ample money will choose two to three soli, and the middle class will choose about 5 pounds. , the upper-class people donate directly to the diocesan bishop and church charities, ranging from a few hundred pounds to a few thousand pounds.
��"Winter Ritual Day" refers to the day with the longest night every year, which is considered to be the birthday of the "Goddess of the Night".
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