Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Section 91 Chapter 88 Reply (Part I)

　　 Jenkins stepped back a few steps, his face flushed, only then did he realize that his legs seemed to be forced to reach an incredible part just now.

　　 "A man in his twenties, wouldn't he have not sent his first kiss yet? Has no lady ever pursued you?"

　　 The young red-haired girl sneered, her hands behind her back were twisted together subconsciously. She was also upset about kissing an unfamiliar man.

　　 "I, I, of course not like this!"

　　 This matter is about dignity. Even if you lie, it is not shameful that you are still an honest gentleman.

　　 "I understand, Mr. Williams."

　　 She chuckled, and immediately stretched out her finger to emphasize:

　　 "Don't ask anything, this matter has nothing to do with you, you just kissed a passionate book fan tonight, do you understand?"

　　 The girl raised the corners of her mouth, her face as charming as her red hair.

"understand."

　　 Jenkins covered his mouth and nodded, but he felt a strange smell in his mouth.

　　 "This world is much more complicated than you think...you won't understand."

　　 She clapped her hands, turned around and was about to leave, but stopped again, turned her head and looked at Jenkins' eyes and warned seriously:

　　 "If you tell Britney about this, I will make you die miserably!"

After 　　 finished speaking, he lifted his trousers and hurriedly disappeared into the far side of the alley.

　　 Jenkins was stunned for a long time, before bending down to pick up his cane, and scrubbing the floating dust with the handkerchief in his pocket. Looking at the direction of the girl's disappearance, gently stroking the chocolate's fur. This is the first time that his two bodies have lived for so many years and have had such an intimate activity with their peers.

　　 "Life is really amazing."

　　 Jenkins sighed softly again, and the cat licked Jenkins' fingers.

　　 "By the way, why was she so proficient just now?"

　　 Chocolate probably licked the small piece of dark blue ink on Jenkins's hand, twisted his body dissatisfied, and whipped his face with his tail.

　　 returned to St. George Street smoothly. A carriage was parked at the intersection. The William and Mrs. Williams, dressed in black formal dresses, white shirts and blue dresses and high heels, were waiting for him in front of Jenkins's house. Robert wears a golden watch, which is his most expensive piece, and Mary has a necklace around her neck. Jenkins hasn't seen it before, probably bought it recently.

　　 Jenkins shook his shoulders, the chocolate leaped down, climbed neatly over the white wooden fence of the yard, and then got into the house through the small door under the door.

　　 "Jenkins, you need a permit to keep a cat in the urban area, otherwise the police will not accept the case if you are killed or taken away."

　　 Robert gave him a warm hug before warning.

"is it?"

　　 Jenkins scratched his hair and hugged Mary Williams again. "Then I will go to City Hall again recently."

　　 The two came here to see how Jenkins lived alone. Jenkins originally wanted to invite them into the house, but was rejected.

　　 "We are going to the National Opera House to watch an opera. This is an event that upper-class gentlemen and girls need to attend regularly."

　　 A smile appeared on Robert's handsome face, and he pointed his fingers at his clothes, "If you are here to visit you, you don't need to dress as formal."

　　 "It turned out to come to see me by the way."

Jenkins responded with a smile, but was stuffed by Mary with a bunch of letters: "In fact, we came here to deliver the letter to you. This is a letter sent to you by your book fan. The publishing house forwarded it to your home, and the one last time. Thank you letter from the miss who remembered the letter. Remember to go to the publishing house and change your address. Oh, now our Serena Williams is also a great writer."

　　Mary looked very proud and spoke a little louder. Jenkins was not sure if it was because of a neighbor who had just passed by.

　　 waved goodbye to the carriage carrying the two of them, Jenkins sighed, took the stack of letters and walked into his house.

"Go to the post office to order newspapers, including the "Tropical Medicine Prospects" that I usually read and meet with Mr. Corpse; go to the milk company to order chocolates and my milk every morning; go to register for the chocolates; visit neighbors; go to the agency to ask for clean hands and feet Cleaning lady; replacing old furniture...the goddess is here, some have been busy lately."

　　 I live alone, so I have to make dinner myself. Jenkins's craftsmanship is okay, he just cooked some meat porridge casually. Chocolate food is fine cat food. Although it is not the most expensive in the store, it is the most expensive that Jenkins can afford.

　　 Now that I am ready to raise a cat, I must take responsibility.

　　 sat at the dinner table, holding a wooden spoon in one hand, and looking at the letter in his hand in the other. "Stories of Foreign Landlords" can be found in all major bookstores in Nolan City, but the publication in other places has not yet been fully developed, so here is only local enthusiastic readers, writing to express their praise and expectations for Jenkins's story.

　　 He discovered by accident that among the readers of the letter, there are very few children, most of them are young girls. The plots in the letter are also related to princes and princesses.

　　 "This is a fairy tale, not a love story!"

　　 Jenkins never thought of such a result when he was writing the book.

　　 Limited by the pricing of books and the poor literacy rate of this era, the letters must be from middle-class families or even the so-called upper class girls. Some sentences are very strange:

　　 "Your talent is as bright as a star in the sky. If you are willing, I am willing to choose a suitable time and place to enjoy the stars in the sky with you..."

　　 "Dear Mr. William, your story makes my heart surging. Even if the red rose blooms, it cannot express my feelings. I hope to get your reply. I would like to offer my blooming rose."

　　......

　　 There are many similar things, but Jenkins doesn't like stargazing, nor is he interested in roses. The shadow of the flower girl still haunts him. So I just selected a few letters with serious discussions about the story, and prepared to write to thank you for your support.

　　 "I am also a great writer."

　　Chocolate is unwilling to talk to the dull owner.

　　 The last letter is the reply from Miss Mary who sent the wrong letter in the "pen pal incident". Jenkins has almost completely forgotten about it, and he thought there would be no reply.

　　 But I can receive a letter from the northernmost part of the mainland so quickly, and that Miss Mary used should be the most expensive mailing method.

　　 carefully put his nose in front of the letter paper, and the fragrance of expensive paper came to his face. It is said that when making this kind of snow paper, a kind of spice is used to soak the raw materials, so that the finished product itself can emit a pleasant fragrance. It seems to be true. Miss Mary should be a wealthy lady.

　　 Unfolding the letter paper, it is still the elegant handwriting of the last time.

　　PS: The poses in the previous chapter are from the complement/magic clip of the first episode of the third season of the magical girl Ilia.

Section 92 Chapter 89 Reply (Part 2)

　　 Dear Mr. William:

　　 Thank you very much for being able to post the wrong letter to me. My friend made a serious mistake and this letter will only appear in the Kingdom of Fiddijk. You are really a qualified gentleman!

　　 I need to apologize to you. When I received your reply, Mr. Warren’s math class was over. The distance from Luen to Nolan was too far, and my homework was completely ruined. But I handed your reply to Mr. Warren. I wanted to understand those headache symbols. They seemed very interesting, but Mr. Warren said that you must be a highly respected probabilist... ...Or an experienced gambler.

　　 I believe that a gentleman like you will not get caught up in a casino. Mr. Warren also admits that your mathematics talent is unparalleled. We checked the mathematics papers in recent years and found that no one has studied probability to such a deep level. The arrogant group of scholars always think that only gamblers can study probability!

　　Mr. William, I swear to the spirit of nature that I will never disclose your knowledge. But why not write this knowledge into a paper and publish it? I believe you will be famous for this!

　　 Thank you again for your reply. Although my math class is not good, I still hope to have the opportunity to discuss mathematics or literature with you.

　　Note: I have sent a few crowns in the envelope. As a thank you for your reply, please do not refuse. This is my heart.

　　 Your faithful,

　　Mary

　　 reached out and twisted the envelope, which also contained a neatly folded paper bag. Jenkins cut it with scissors and counted two red banknotes from it. This is the Hampavo Kingdom's coin, called the Krona, and the exchange rate is about 1:3 with the Fidic Terry Kingdom's gold pound. Jenkins is not interested in this aspect. It is the old man who asked him to be familiar with the currencies of various countries.

　　 "Two 100 kronor currency, converted into gold pounds, is 620 pounds?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't believe it. He reread the letter just now, probably guessing that Miss Mary's family should be excellent, and... she misunderstood that Jenkins was a crazy mathematician who didn't know the world.

　　 This can be seen from the honorific name between the lines.

　　 "Chocolate, I will buy you better cat food tomorrow!"

　　 He squinted his eyes and waved the red currency in his hand at the cat, but the kitten just stared for a while before he got down again and was not interested.

　　 The banking industry in this world has just started, and it was first opened by the [Travel and Contract] Church to facilitate travelers. Currency can be exchanged there. Jenkins intends to settle the family's affairs tomorrow, so he won't go to Dad's place.

　　Ms. Mary's letter this time still uses the extremely expensive snow paper. According to the speed of reply, I am afraid it is not ordinary mail.

　　 "Reply..."

　　 Jenkins filled the ink with a pen, and pulled the kerosene lamp on the dining table to illuminate the white paper in front of him. His current financial situation does not allow him to buy expensive stationery. The current paper is for the internal office of the church. This is the paper used by Captain Bincy when he first reviewed Jenkins. It was only inferior to modern printing paper. Document paper. Dad had a stack of papers for writing reports, and he took a few at random.

　　Dear Miss Mary:

　　 "Cross it out, it's too intimate."

　　Dear Miss Mary:

　　 I received your reply.

　　 Your kindness makes me feel honored, and your appreciation makes me extremely honored. Thank you Krona, it really helped me a lot.

　　 I don't want to deceive you, but you may have some misunderstandings. I am not a so-called mathematician, I can only be regarded as a mathematics enthusiast. On the contrary, I am quite accomplished in literature.

　　 I have read the proposals for the paper, but I know that my knowledge is still shallow, and the hard work of reality does not allow me to invest in the fascinating field of mathematics. I will attach my unsystematic research on probability to the back of the letter. If you are interested, please publish them, but do not belong to my name.

　　 I hate being exposed in front of the public. Although it can bring me fame and fortune and change my life, I hate this change!

　　 You don’t have to worry about this. It is an honor to be a sage believer to spread my knowledge to the public. At the same time, I also hope that my proposal will not cause any trouble to you.

　　 Thank you again for your generosity. I am also happy to be your pen pal and discuss mathematics and literary topics with you.

　　 I wish you a smile and everything is well!

　　Note: I am a believer in the inheritance of sages. I swear to the sages that all the theories in the notes at the end of the letter are presented in this world for the first time in my pen.

sincerely yours,

　　 Jenkins R. Williams

　　 "I am so humble."

　　 Jenkins is very satisfied with his decision. He has just passed the postgraduate entrance examination before crossing, and the study of advanced mathematics is still possible. But that is also limited to the unsystematic examination content. He is not the protagonist of the novel. It may take some effort to organize it into a theory and publish a thesis.

　　 But Jenkins doesn't have that time, he just wants to focus on occult research. Moreover, the original owner Jenkins’s character can have the label of a mathematics enthusiast, but the label of a mathematician must not appear.

　　 This is related to survival.

　　 But since some people are interested, it is also great to write some knowledge of what you know. After all, you believe in the inherited sage, and this approach is also in line with the doctrine. After all, when you come to this world, you have to bring some changes to the world. Otherwise, what's the point of coming here?

　　 But safety is the first priority. Let the Miss Mary decide whether to publish.

　　 "In this backward era, transportation is extremely inconvenient, and the other party is in a distant foreign country. We cannot have other intersections in our lifetime."

　　 The chocolate's tail swayed casually, hitting Jenkins's milk cup, the cup shook slightly, and the milk spilled out.

　　 "Probability theory can mention some, but the simple classical generalization is only shallow knowledge, and the deeper content involves integration."

　　 Jenkins thought about it a little bit, defined the Cartesian coordinate system in his own words on paper, then began to discuss the area of ​​the trapezoid, and then extended the area of ​​the irregular trapezoid in the plane rectangular coordinate system, and derived the integral with the idea of ​​infinite equal division.

　　 "This is not enough. The integral tool for calculating probability seems to be too rudimentary. It also has limits, infinite series, differentiation, derivatives, differential equations, matrices, multidimensional spaces, vectors..."

　　 Jenkins muttered to himself while writing on paper what he could think of.

　　 Chocolate stretched his head to look at the strange symbols written by the owner. After a while, he felt dizzy. After a meow, he lay down again and fell into a sleep sleep. But in fact, he was still peeping at Jenkins' actions.

　　 Jenkins is still a bit sane. Although I don't know how far the frontiers of mathematics have been in this era, he also knows that his writing is too advanced.

　　PS: Yesterday, I forgot to say that the Mid-Autumn Festival was happy. Ask for various votes.

Chapter 93 Chapter Ninety Whispers, Dreams

　　 He carefully selected some "basic" knowledge to retranscribe, and changed the ink twice during the period. Take the brazier, throw in all the things you wrote for the first time, and be cautious, and burn them clean with a mysterious gift candle.

　　 Establishing a pen pal relationship with Miss Mary was also a decision made by Jenkins after consideration. In order to avoid exposing his identity as a traverser, his life is very, very boring, maybe it is good to find some hobbies to relax. Making pen pals is also very fashionable in this era. Although the person who writes letters from the other side may be as beautiful as a flower, and may be as beautiful as a flower, you can just be happy.

　　 Put together the reply letter to Miss Mary and the thank you letter to the readers, and send them together tomorrow. Jenkins looked at the darkening sky outside and planned to visit his neighbors with chocolate.

　　 The neighbors are very friendly.

Living on the left side of Jenkins is the Goodman family. Mr. Goodman works in the famous Hogg Machinery Foundry in Nolan. He is a manager. Mrs. Goodman is a full-time housewife. I saw her during the inspection. The two have neat lawns, gilded house numbers and beautiful roofs. This is a standard middle-class family. Goodman's family also raised a short-haired cat named Liss. Mrs. Goodman kindly reminded Jenkins that to apply for a city cat permit is not to go to the city hall, but to the city pet management center on the outskirts of the city.

　　 Living alone on the right of Jenkins is Mrs. Margaret, who is about fifty years old. She is a widow, and the inheritance left by her deceased husband is enough to lead a good life for the rest of her life. Mrs. Margaret warmly invited Jenkins to sit in the house, but Jenkins politely refused.

　　He has other things tonight. Today is August, the last day of the Moon of Skilled Craftsman and Rain.

　　 The well-behaved chocolate is beyond Jenkins's expectations. Instead of buying a cage for his cat, he built a warm nest for her, but chocolate always likes to run into Jenkins' bed in the middle of the night.

　　 Let the chocolate rest first, Jenkins turned off his kerosene lamp, and sat quietly on the antique sofa on the first floor, staring at the indispensable red and blue double moon outside the window.

　　 The opened pocket watch was bathed in the gentle moonlight, and the three hands moved to the top at the same time. At the moment when twelve o'clock in the morning arrived, the expected weird whisper appeared.

　　 Jenkins has experienced too many bizarre events throughout the month, and messy things such as tricks, treacherous realms, evil spirits, evil gods, and divinities have bombarded his spirit in turn.

　　 Because there is no madness, the resistance to these abnormalities has been significantly improved.