He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves, and fortune tellers!

Note 1: Adapted from the English translation of "The Rubaiyat" by Edward Fitzgerald.

Klein tried his best not to behave abnormally, and asked with genuine curiosity, "What abilities does the 'Seer' have?"

"Your question is not accurate enough. It should be what ability will you get if you take the 'Seer' potion?" Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face turned away from the red moon, hiding in the shadows, "Astrology , card divination, pendulum, spiritual vision and many, many things like that, of course, it doesn�t mean that you immediately understand and master them after taking the potion, the potion only makes you have the qualification and ability to learn these things.�

"Because of the lack of direct means of confronting the enemy, heh, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, correspondingly, in terms of mystic knowledge, 'Seer' is better than 'Peeper'." Mystery Man' is more knowledgeable and professional."

It sounds quite in line with my requirements... But the lack of direct means to confront the enemy is a bit hesitant... and there is a high probability that the Church of the Evernight Goddess will not have a "sequence" after that... "Holy Church" should refer to the Church of Tranquility, the headquarters of the church... Low-sequence firearms may not be comparable to direct means of confronting the enemy... Klein fell silent, and the balance in his mind swung from side to side, sometimes as a "secretist", sometimes as a "divinator", and as for the "corpse collector", he no longer does it consider.

Upon seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled and said: "Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer on Monday morning, no matter which one you want to choose, or if you plan to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions among us Nighthawks."

"Calm down and ask your own soul."

After speaking, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and walked slowly past Klein to the stairs.

Klein didn't speak, and didn't give an answer immediately. He saluted silently and watched him off silently.

Although he had been hoping to become an Extraordinary all the time before, when the opportunity really came before him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of "sequences" afterwards, the various out-of-control "Extraordinary", the horrible diary of Emperor Roselle. Reliability, the illusory whispers that make people crazy and depraved, are mixed together and become a swamp that hinders progress.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It's comparable to a student who is neither good nor bad, and has filled out the college entrance examination..." Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door softly, returned home, and lay down on the bed.

He lay there with his eyes open, quietly looking at the bottom of the upper bunk, which was stained with a faint crimson.

A drunk man staggered by outside the window, and a carriage was driving fast on the empty street in the distance. These kinds of noises did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but made it more distant and deeper.

Klein's emotions settled down. He thought of various past events on the earth, his father who liked to exercise and always spoke loudly, his mother who had chronic diseases but liked to busy himself with things, and remembered the Growing up, the buddies who have evolved from playing football and basketball together to fighting games and playing mahjong, think of the failed confession target whose appearance has been blurred... These are like calm and flowing rivers, without many ripples, not too sentimental, But silently submerged the soul.

Perhaps only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. When the crimson color faded, the sky burned, and the golden color emerged, Klein had already made his choice.

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He got up and went to the public washroom to wash his face to refresh himself. Then he took the 1 soli note and went to Mrs. Wendy's to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9 pence to supplement the staple food he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread has stabilized..." After breakfast, Benson commented while changing his clothes.

Today is Sunday, and he and Melissa finally get a chance to rest.

Klein, who had long been dressed formally, sat on a chair, flipped through the outdated newspaper he brought back yesterday, and said with some surprise: "Here is an advertisement for a house for rent: No. 3 Wendell Street, North District, single-family house, a total of two Floor, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room... Outside the house, There is a 2-acre private lawn in the front and a small garden in the back, which can be rented out for one year, two years or three years at a weekly rent of 1 pound 6 soli. If you are interested, please go to No. 16 Champagne Street and find Mr. Gushev.�

"This is our goal in the future." Benson put on his black half-top hat and said with a smile, "The house rents in the newspapers are all on the high side, and the 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Company' has cheaper options that are not much worse than them. .�

"Why don't you go to the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'?" Melissa held the worn-out gauze hat in her hand, and changed into a gray-white light long skirt that had been mended several times but was still the most affordable, from the compartment. walked out.

She is quiet and introverted, but she can't hide her youthful breath.

Benson laughed and said, "Who did you hear about the 'Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'? Jenny? Mrs. Rochelle? Or your good friend Selena?"

Melissa glanced to the side, and replied in a low voice: "Mrs. Rochelle...I just met her when I was washing up last night. She asked Klein about the interview. I said something, and then she suggested to find' Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association'."

Benson also looked puzzled when he saw Klein, and shook his head with a smile: "This is a housing association for the poor, er, accurately described as the lower class people. The houses they build and renovate are basically public toilets, and they only provide three options. , one bedroom, two bedroom and three bedroom, do you want to continue living in similar places?"

"The Tingen City Improvement Housing Corporation has the same business as them, but it also gives the lower middle class a choice, and frankly speaking, we are now a little better than the lower middle class, but a little worse than the real middle class , not a salary issue, but mainly a lack of time to accumulate.�

Klein understood, put away the newspaper, put on his top hat, stood up and said, "Then let's go." JrNovels.com