The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 24: Penny-pincher

The sky outside was gradually dyed golden as Klein looked into Melissa's eyes. He was momentarily at a loss for words; there was no sentence he prepared that could be used.

He coughed lightly twice as he quickly racked his brain.

"Melissa, this is not a waste of salary. In the future, my colleagues, as well as Benson's colleagues may visit. Are we going to host them in such a place? When Benson and I get married and have a wife, are we still going to sleep in bunk beds?"

"None of you has a fiance, right? We can wait a while and save more money for a while," Melissa replied logically briefly.

"No, Melissa. It's the rules of society." Klein was confused and could only rely on lofty principles. "Because I'm gaining three pounds a week, I should look like I'm gaining three pounds a week."

To be honest, after renting an apartment earlier with others, Zhou Mingrui was no stranger to his current living conditions as Klein. She was very used to it, but because of her past experience, she knew how uncomfortable such an environment was for a girl. Next, the goal is to become a Beyonder and learn mysticism to find your way home. In the future, she is bound to perform some magical rituals at home. Having too many people in an apartment building makes incidents prone to occur.

Klein saw Melissa would continue arguing, and hurriedly added, "Don't worry.I'm not planning to get a bungalow, but maybe a patio. Basically, it should have a bathroom that we can call our own. Also, I like Mrs's bread. Smyrin, Tingen biscuits, and lemon cakes as well. First of all we can consider the places near Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street."

Melissa pouted her lips slightly and was silent for a moment before nodding slowly.

"In addition, I am in no hurry to move either. We have to wait for Benson to come back" Klein said with a chuckle. "We can't surprise her when she opens the door and finds nothing, right? Imagine him saying with wonder— 'Where are my things? Where are my brothers? Where's my house? Is this my home? Did I make a mistake? Goddess, wake me up if this is a dream. Why is my house gone after a few days of disappearing!?'"

Her imitation of Benson's tone of voice made Melissa involuntarily smile as her eyes shriveled and revealed her shallow dimples.

"No, Mr. Franky will definitely wait by the door to have Benson hand over the keys to the apartment. Benson won't even be able to show up." The girl underestimated the miserly landlord.

In Moretti's household, they all want to make Mr. Franky as their joke material for every trivial and big problem. It was all thanks to Benson who initiated this exercise.

"Right, there's no way she'll change the keys for the tenant after us," Klein echoed with a smile. He pointed to the door and quipped, "Miss Melissa, will we go to the Silver Crown Restaurant for celebration?"

Melissa let out a soft sigh and said, "Klein, do you know Selena? My classmates and my best friends?"

selena? The image of a girl with wine-red hair and dark brown eyes appeared in Klein's mind. Her parents are the Goddess of the Night. They named it after St. Selena as a blessing. She was not yet sixteen years old, and half a year younger than Melissa. She is a cheerful, cheerful, and friendly woman.

"Yes." Yeah." Klein nodded.

"His brother, Chris, is a lawyer. He currently earns almost three pounds a week as well. Her fiance works part-time as a typist," Melissa explained. “They have been engaged for over four years. To ensure a decent and stable life after marriage, they still save up to this day. They have not yet gone to the sewers and plan to wait at least another year. According to Selena, there are many people like her sister. They usually marry after the age of twenty-eight. You have to make careful preparations and save. Don't waste your money."

It's just eating at the restaurant. Whether there was a need to preach to me. Klein was confused as to whether to laugh or cry. After a few seconds of thinking, she said, "Melissa, I've earned three pounds a week, and I'll be adding up every year.you don't have to worry."

"But we need to save money in the event of an unexpected emergency. For example, what if the security company suddenly closes? I have a classmate whose father's company went bankrupt. He has to find a temporary job at the dock and their lives go bad instantly. She had no choice but to quit school," Melissa suggested with a serious expression.

… Klein stretched out his hand to cover his face. "I-that security company and the government. It won't be easy to close."

"But even the government is unstable. After every election, if the ruling party changed, many people would lose their positions. It's turning into a mess." Melissa replied with an unyielding attitude.

…Sis, you really know a lot. Klein found humor in his frustration as he shook his head. "It's fine then…

“Then I will cook the soup with the leftovers yesterday. Buy me a fried fish, a piece of black pepper beef, a small bottle of butter, and a cup of malt beer for me. A few celebrations."

They are usually items sold by hawkers on Iron Cross Street. A piece of fried fish is six to eight pence; a piece of not-so-big black pepper beef costs five pence; a cup of malt beer is a penny; a piece of black pepper; and a bottle of butter weighing about a quarter pound is four pence, but buying a pound of butter will only cost a penny three cents.

The original Klein was responsible for buying materials during the holidays, so he was no stranger to the price. Klein predicted mentally that Melissa would need about one six-pence soli. Therefore, he took out two one-soli notes.

"Good." Melissa did not object to Klein's proposal. He put down his stationery backpack and took notes.

When she saw her sister take out a small bottle for butter and a pot for other food before walking quickly to the door, Klein thought for a moment and shouted at her. "Melissa, use the rest of the money to buy fruits."

There are many hawkers on Iron Cross Street who will buy low-quality or expired fruits from elsewhere. People are not angry because of the low price. They could feel an overwhelming taste after taking out the rotten part, so it was a cheap pleasure.

With that said, Klein took a few quick steps forward and took out the remaining copper money from his pocket and stuffed it into the palm of his sister's hand.

"Aah?" Melissa's brown eyes looked at her brother in confusion.

Klein took two steps back and smiled. "Remember to go to Mrs. Smyrin. Reward yourself with a little lemon cake."

"…" Melissa's mouth widened as she blinked. Finally, he said one word, "OK."

He quickly turned around, opened the door, and ran towards the stairs.

…

Klein, who was here to close his interview, brought his revolver. He holds his cane and pays six pence for a public carriage. He walked down a cemented path and approached a three-story stone building shaded by greenery. It was the administrative block of Tingen University.

"It really deserves to be one of the two main universities of Loen Kingdom.." With this being her first time here, Klein sighed as he walked.

Compared to Tingen University, Khoy University right across the river could only be described as seedy.

"Heave-ho!"

"Heave-ho!"

The voices approached slowly as two rowboats made their way upstream across the Khoy River. Paddles are rowed in an orderly and rhythmic manner.

It is a popular rowing sport among all universities in the Kingdom of Loen. Since Klein needed a scholarship to finance his university studies, he, Welch, and others had joined Khoy University rowing club and were quite proficient at it.

"This young man ..." Klein stopped and looked into the distance before sighing sadly.

Such a sight will not be seen again in another week because the school will be off during the summer.

As he walked down the tree-lined path, Klein stopped near a three-story stone building. He entered after successfully registering himself and easily found his way into the office of the person who was taking care of him back then.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it! He knocked slowly on the half-closed door.

"Lake in." A man's voice sounded from within.

A middle-aged instructor wearing a white shirt and a black tuxedo frowned when he saw Klein enter. "There's still another hour until the interview."

"Master Stone, do you still remember me? I'm a Senior Associate Professor Cohen student, Klein Moretti. You've read my letter of recommendation before." Klein smiled as he took off his hat.

Harvin Stone stroked his black beard and asked puzzledly, "Is something wrong? I'm not in charge of the interview."

"This is the situation. I've found a job, so I won't participate in today's interview." Klein gave his reason for coming.

"So.." When Harvin Stone found out the reason, he stood up and stretched out his right hand. "Congratulations, you're really a polite child. I'll tell the professor and senior professor."

Klein shook Harvin's hand and planned to make small talk before saying goodbye to him when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Moretti, did you find another job?"

Klein turned around and saw an elder with silver hair who left a deep impression on his silhouette. His deep blue eyes sank deep into his face and he had a slight frown. The man looked handsome with his black tuxedo.

“Good day, Mentor. Mr. Azik,” hurry up. "Why are you two here?"

the elder was none other than the Senior Professor of history at Khoy University, who was also his mentor, Mr. Quentin Cohen. Next to Cohen was a middle-aged man with average bronze skin. He had no facial hair and held a newspaper in his hand. Her hair was black and her pupils were brown. His facial features were gentle as his eyes revealed an indescribable sense of tiredness like having seen a life change. Under his right ear was a black mole that could only be seen if he was closely watched.

Klein recognized him because he was a lecturer in the history department of Khoy University, Mr. Azik, who often helped the original Klein. She enjoys arguing with her mentor, Senior Associate Professor Cohen. They were often at odds, but even so, they were good friends; otherwise, they would not be happy to meet for a chat.

Cohen nodded and said in a relaxed tone, "Azik and I are here to participate in the academic conference. What kind of job did you get?"

"This is a security company that searches for, collects, and protects ancient relics. They need a professional consultant and pay me three pounds a week." Klein repeated what he said to his sister yesterday. Afterwards, he explained, "As you know, I'd rather explore history, than summarize it."

Cohen slightly nodded and said, "Everyone has his own choices.I'm so glad you bothered to come to Tingen University to tell them instead of not showing up."

At that moment, Azik interrupted, "Klein, do you know what happened to Welch and Naya? I read in the papers that they were killed by thieves."

Has it been an armed robbery? And why is it in the paper? Klein was surprised as he considered his words.

"I'm not very clear on specifics either. Welch had obtained the diary of the Antigonus family of the Solomon Empire from the Fourth Age. My help in interpreting it is sought. I helped them for the first few days, but I then got busy looking for work. The police even came to me two days ago."

He deliberately leaked the matter about the Solomon Empire and the Antigonus family in hopes of obtaining information from the two history teachers.

"Fourth Epoch ..." murmured Cohen with a frown.

Azik's bronze-skinned and tired eyes became empty first before he took a breath. He rubbed his temple with his left hand that was holding the newspaper and said, "Antigonus…"