The sound of gunshots reverberated and the target shook. Klein practiced again and again, rested again and again, fired up all the 30 rounds of normal bullets he had received and the remaining five rounds before, gradually got on the target steadily, and began to pursue the number of rings.

Shaking his sore arm, he poured out the last five shell casings, lowered his head, and stuffed the silver demon hunting bullets with complicated patterns one after another, leaving a place for misfires.

After putting the revolver into the gun pouch under his arm, Klein patted the gunpowder dust off his body, walked out of the special shooting range with a relaxed body, and returned to the street.

The feeling of being scrutinized resurfaced again, but Klein's mood was calmer than before. He walked slowly to Champagne Street, spent 4 pennies in a public carriage, returned to Iron Cross Street, and entered his apartment.

The sense of prying eyes disappeared silently, he took out the key, opened the door, and saw a man in his late thirties, wearing a linen shirt and with very short hair, sitting at the desk.

His heart tightened, but he immediately relaxed. Klein greeted with a smile, "Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson."

This man is his and Melissa's elder brother, Benson Moretti. He is only 25 years old this year. Due to his receding hairline and his old face, he looks almost 30.

He has black hair and brown eyes, somewhat similar to Klein, but he doesn't have that faint bookish look.

"Good afternoon, Klein, how was the interview?" Benson stood up with a smile on his lips.

His black coat and top hat hung on the ledge of the bunk bed.

"Very bad." Klein replied expressionlessly.

Seeing that Benson was stunned, Klein chuckled and added, "Actually, I didn't attend the interview at all. I found a job ahead of time, with a weekly salary of 3 pounds..."

He repeated what he had said to Melissa before.

Benson's expression eased, he shook his head and said with a smile, "It feels like watching a child grow up... Well, this job is not bad."

He sighed and said, "It's great to hear such good news after running around. Let's celebrate tonight and buy some beef?"

Klein smiled and said, "Okay, but I think Melissa will feel distressed. Shall we go shopping for ingredients together this afternoon? Bring at least 3 soli? Well, to be honest, 1 pound is exchanged for 20 soli, and 1 soli is exchanged for 12 Pennies, and halfpenny, and quarterpenny, it's so counterintuitive, so cumbersome, I think it must be one of the stupidest currencies in the world."

After speaking, he saw Benson's expression suddenly become serious, and he was a little nervous, wondering if he had said something wrong.

Could it be that in the original owner's missing memory fragments, Benson is a pure and extreme supporter of the kingdom, and no one can tolerate a little bit of denial?

Benson took a few steps and retorted with a serious face: "No, there isn't one."

Not one of them... Klein was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that he looked at his brother and smiled.

Sure enough, it was the ironic humor that Benson was good at.

The corner of Benson's mouth turned up, and he added solemnly: "You should understand that to formulate a reasonable and simple currency system requires a prerequisite, that is, to know how to count and to master the decimal system. Unfortunately, among those big shots, such talents are too rare gone."

It's so sharp... Klein laughed out loud, and used his rich "experience" in his previous life to add another sentence: "In fact, there is no evidence that those big men have brains."

"Good! Very good!" Benson laughed loudly and gave a thumbs up. "Klein, you are much more humorous than before."

With a sigh of relief, he continued: "I still have to get to the pier in the afternoon, and I can only rest tomorrow. At that time, um... let's go to the 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Company' to see if they have cheap and good townhouses for rent. , and, first, visit Mr. Franky."

"Mr. Landlord?" Klein asked in confusion.

Does the current landlord have a townhouse in a good neighborhood?

Benson glanced at his younger brother and said with a smile: "You don't forget that we have a one-year rental contract, do you? It's only been six months."

"Hiss..." Klein suddenly took a breath.

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