Watching his sister close the door and leave, Zhou Mingrui sighed suddenly, and quickly shifted his mind to the transfer ceremony.

Sorry, I really want to go home...

Sitting back in his chair, Zhou Mingrui didn't stand up until the church bell in the distance rang again, seven times in a row, went to the cabinet, and took out his clothes.

A black vest, a formal suit of the same color, trousers slightly tight around the ankles, a half-top hat, and a faint bookish atmosphere. When Zhou Mingrui looked at himself in the mirror, it seemed as if he was watching a British drama about Victorian period stories.

"I'm not going for an interview, I'm just buying some vegetables and preparing materials for the transfer ceremony..." Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice, shaking his head and laughing.

Klein was so worried about the upcoming interview that it turned into an instinct of his body. When he couldn't concentrate enough, he habitually put on the only decent set of clothes.

After exhaling, Zhou Mingrui took off his formal suit and vest, and put on an old brown-yellow coat, and changed the top of his head into a felt hat with a round brim of the same color.

After tidying himself up, he walked to the side of the bunk bed, lifted the upper cushion, put his hand in through the inconspicuous hole at the bottom, and found the interlayer after a while of groping.

When his right hand was retracted, there was already a roll of banknotes in his palm, about seven or eight banknotes, the color was dark green and white.

This is all of Benson's current savings, even including the living expenses for these three days. Among them, there are only two five-soul banknotes, and the rest are all one-soul banknotes.

In the currency system of the Kingdom of Loen, soli is located on the second level, which originated from ancient silver coins. One soli is equal to twelve copper pennies, with two denominations of one and five.

At the top of the currency is the gold pound, which also belongs to paper currency, but it is guaranteed by gold and directly linked. One gold pound is equal to twenty soli, and there are three denominations of one, five, and ten.

Zhou Mingrui unfolded the banknotes, and smelled the faint fragrance of special ink.

This is the smell of money.

Perhaps it was due to the influence of Klein's memory fragments, or perhaps it was because of his unchanging desire for money. At this moment, Zhou Mingrui felt that he fell in love with these little guys.

Look, they are so beautifully patterned, making the serious and prim George III with a mustache look so cute...

Look, the watermark seen through the sunlight is so alluring, and the well-designed anti-counterfeit label makes it very different from the fake flirtatious slut!

After admiring it for dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui pulled out two one-soul banknotes, rolled up the rest, and stuffed them back into the interlayer inside the cushion.

After smoothing the cloth strips near the hole, Zhou Mingrui neatly folded the two banknotes he took out, and put them into the left pocket of the tan jacket, keeping them separate from the pennies in his trouser pocket.

After doing all this, he put the key into the right pocket, took a large dark brown paper bag, and walked quickly to the door.

Da da, da, the footsteps went from fast to slow, and finally stopped.

Zhou Mingrui stood by the door, his brows furrowed at some point.

There are many mysteries surrounding Klein's suicide incident. If he goes out like this, will he encounter any "accidents"?

After contemplating for a moment, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the revolver that shone with brass luster.

This was the only self-defense weapon he could think of, and it was powerful enough!

Although he has never practiced shooting, just pulling out this pistol can definitely scare people!

After rubbing the icy metal wheel, Zhou Mingrui stuffed the pistol into the pocket where the banknotes were, clutching the banknotes tightly in his palm, and pressed his fingers tightly on the handle of the gun, perfectly concealing it.

A sense of security arises spontaneously, and he, who knows a little bit about everything, suddenly has a worry: "Will it be fired by mistake?"

Thoughts flooded in, and Zhou Mingrui quickly found his way. He pulled out the pistol, swung the reel to the left, turned the bullet nest that was vacated by "suicide" to the ready firing position, and then closed it with a snap.

In this way, even if it goes off, it is just an "empty bomb"! JrNovels.com