Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein tried not to let himself have an abnormal performance, and asked with a real curiosity:

“What is the ability of the ‘Diviner’?”

"Your question is not accurate enough. What should be the ability to take the 'Divination' potion?" Dunn Smith shook his head, the ashes and faces were all facing the red moon, hidden in the shadows, "Astrology Cards, divination, spirituality, spirituality, and the like, many of them, of course, not that you take the potion, you immediately understand and master them, the potion just gives you the qualifications and ability to learn these."

"Because of the lack of direct means of confrontation, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters. Therefore, in terms of occult knowledge, 'divination' will be more than The secret person is 'more knowledgeable and professional.'

It sounds quite right to meet my requirements...that is, there is a lack of direct hesitation to the enemy means...and the "sequence" of the night goddess church has no chance of a long time... "the church" should refer to the quiet church of the church headquarters... The low sequence of direct enemy means may not be comparable to the guns... Klein is silent, the balance in his mind swings from side to side, sometimes "sneak peek", sometimes "divination", as for "collector", he has not done consider.

When Dunn Smith saw it, he smiled and said:

"Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer on Monday morning, no matter which one you choose, or intend to give up directly, there will be no extra opinions inside our nights."

"Calm down and ask your own heart."

When he finished, he took off his hat and squatted, slowly crossing Klein and heading for the stairs.

Klein didn't speak, didn't give the answer immediately, silently saluted, silently watching.

Although he always hopes to become an extraordinary person all the time, when the opportunity really comes to the front, he is still full of hesitation: after the lack of "sequence", the "extraordinary" all kinds of out of control, Russell's diary can The credibility, the illusory whisper that makes people crazy and fascinating, has become a swamp that hinders progress.

He took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.

"A student who is not bad or bad is filled with volunteers..." Klein laughed at himself, converges on divergent thinking, opens the door whisper, returns home, and lies on the bed.

He lay there, squinting, and quietly watching the bottom of the bunk bed stained with faint blush.

Outside the window, the drunkard passes by, and in the distance there is a carriage flying fast on the empty streets. This kind of noise does not destroy the tranquility of the night, but makes it more distant and deeper.

Klein’s emotions have settled down. I remembered the past events on the earth. I remembered the father who likes to exercise and speaks loudly. She remembers the mother who has chronic diseases but likes to be busy with her. She remembers her childhood. Growing up, from the buddies who played football and basketball to the game, the mahjong, remembered the confession object that has blurred the appearance... These are like a quiet river flowing, not much embarrassing, not too deeply sentimental, But silently drowned the soul.

Perhaps only lost will know how to cherish, when the blush fades, the horizon is burning, the golden float, Klein has made a choice.

............

He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face and make himself spiritual. Then he took 1 Sule's banknotes and went to Mrs. Wendy to buy 8 pounds of rye bread with 9 pence, supplementing the staple food that was eaten last night.

"The price of bread began to stabilize..." After breakfast, Benson made a comment while changing clothes.

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

Klein, who had been dressed up for a long time, sat in a chair and looked at the expired newspaper that was brought back yesterday. He was surprised to say:

“There are advertisements for rental of houses: No. 3 Wendell Street, North District, single-family house, two floors, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, one restaurant downstairs, one living room, one kitchen Two washrooms, two rooms, and an underground storage room... Outside the house, there are 2 acres of private lawn in front, followed by a small garden that can be rented for one, two or three years, weekly Rent 1 pound 6 Sule, interested parties please go to 16 Champagne Street, look for Mr. Kuuchev."

"This is our future goal." Banson wore a black half-high hat and smiled. "The rents in the newspapers are all high. The 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Company' has cheaper options and is no worse than them. ""

“Why don’t you go to the 'Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association'?” Melissa took the worn-out hat and took a few times to make up the most expensive gray-white light dress from the compartment. Got out.

She is calm and introverted, but it is difficult to hide the breath of youth.

Benson Haha laughed:

“Who did you hear from the ‘Tingen Labour Class Housing Improvement Association’? Mrs. Jenny Rochelle? Or your good friend Selena?”

Melissa squinted and replied:

"Mrs. Rochelle... When she was washing up last night, she just happened to meet her. She asked Klein about the interview. I probably said something. Then she suggested looking for the "Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association."

Benson sees Klein as a confused question, shaking his head and smiling:

“This is aimed at the poor, oh, accurately describing the housing associations of the lower classes. The houses they built and remodeled are basically common toilet types. They only offer three options, one bedroom, two bedrooms and three bedrooms. You hope to continue living. In a similar place?"

“The 'Tingen City Improvement Housing Company' has the same business as they do, but it also gives the middle and lower classes a chance to choose. To be frank, we are now a little better than the middle and lower classes, but worse than the real middle class. It’s not a question of salary, it’s mainly due to lack of accumulation time.”

Klein understood, took the newspaper, put on the hat, and stood up:

"Then let's go."

“I remember that the “Tingen City Improvement Housing Company” was on Daffodil Street.” Banson said as he opened the door. “They are like the 'Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association', called '5 percent charity', knowing that Because of what?"

"I don't know." Klein lifted his cane and walked on the side of Melissa.

The girl with the soft hair and soft vest to the vest also followed.

Benson walked outside:

“The associations and companies that improve housing are founded by the influence of Beckland. They have three channels of funding, one is to raise funds from charitable funds, and the other is to get them from the government public affairs loan commissioner through declaration. Only 4% of the annual interest rate loans, the third is to accept commercial investment, by charging a certain rent, giving each other a 5 percent return each year, so called '5 percent charity'."

Hey, hey, hey, the brothers and sisters went down the stairs and walked slowly to the Narcissus Street. They planned to find the house before they went to the incumbent landlord, Mr. Frank, so that there would be no way to stay there, and they had to move away. Happening.

“I heard from Selena, is there a purely charitable improvement housing company?” Melissa said as if she were thinking.

Benson laughed and said:

“Some, the ‘Deville Trust’, which was donated by Sir De Ville, is that he built apartments for the working class and provided specialized property management, but only charged quite low rents. However, the requirements were very strict.”

"Sounds, you don't like it too much?" Klein was keenly aware, and asked with a smile.

"No, I respect Sir Devil, but I don't think he knows what the real life of the poor is like. The accommodation requirements of his apartment are just like the hope given by the pastor. It is too unrealistic. For example, the main vaccine must be vaccinated. You must take turns to clean the bathroom. You can't rent the house or use it for business. You can't litter the garbage. You can't let the children play in the corridor. Goddess, does he want to turn everyone into a gentleman and a lady?" Answer in his usual tone.

Klein wondered and frowned:

“It sounds like there are no problems, it’s a good request.”

"Yeah." Melissa nodded.

Benson leaned over his head and glanced at them. Hehe smiled:

"Maybe I have protected you so well, I haven't really seen the lives of the poor. Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccine? The free charity medical organization queues up to three months."

“Do you think their work is stable, not temporary? If you can’t rent the house for a fee, charge a fee, and then move out again when you are unemployed? And many women at home are helping people to mend clothes and paste matchboxes. Maintaining a livelihood, this is a commercial application. Do you want to drive them out?"

"Most of the poor are using all their energy to maintain their lives. Do you think they will have time to discipline their children and let them not play in the corridor? They can only lock them in the house. When they are seven or eight years old, they will be sent. A place where you are willing to accept child labor."

Banson did not use much adjective description, and heard that Klein was a little creepy.

Is this the life of the people at the bottom?

Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence, and after a long time, she said in a tone:

"After moving to the street, Jenny is not willing to let me go to her house to find her..."

"I hope her father can come out of the shadow of the injury and find a stable job again, but I have seen too many drunks who have used their alcohol to paralyze themselves..." Banson snorted heavily.

Klein didn't know what to say. Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters went to Daffodil Street without words and found the "Tingen City Improvement Housing Company."

Responsible for receiving them was a middle-aged smile and awkward, no formal wear, no hat, white shirt, black vest.

"You can call me Skater, don't know what kind of house you need?" He glanced at Klein's silver-plated cane and smiled more and more.

Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and signaled him to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

"Coordinated houses."

Skate flipped through the files and files in his hand and slanted his mouth:

"There are five places that have not yet been rented. To be honest, we are more concerned with real housing difficulties, six, eight, or even ten, twelve workers and their children huddled in a room, townhouse There are not many houses, one is at No. 2, Narcissus Street, one is in the North District, and one is in the Eastern District... The weekly rent is between 12 and 16 Soules. You can look at the specific introduction."

He pushed the documents in his hands to Benson, Kline and Melissa.

After browsing it, the brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a certain position on the paper.

"Let's look at the No. 2 Narcissus Street." Banson said, and Klein and Melissa followed.

This neighborhood is barely an area that they are familiar with.