Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 167: Winter plans

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Jenkins believes that keeping gold pounds in the church is equivalent to renting a safe for a fee. Although it is safe, money cannot make money. Although the current inflation rate is acceptable, the rising trend of prices will not stop no matter what. It is absolutely wrong to put it in a safe or Mr. Traveler's bank and wait for the depreciation of the gold pound.

"What do you want to invest in? Maybe you can consider an adventurous fleet. They can find precious spices in the open sea. Those things are equivalent to gold."

Papa suggested.

"The risk is too great."

"What about investing in minerals? It's a hot business now. A small gold mine doesn't need a lot of money, so it's not a pity to lose money. I have some connections here, you can think about it."

He suggested again.

"It's too troublesome. To legally invest in minerals, you need to go to Beldylan to issue complicated certification qualification materials to prove that you are not a liar. There are so many liars now... Although you are still young, it is better to invest more steadily."

"Then you have to figure out your own way. There may be safe investments, but it's better to go to the traveler's bank deposit. In my opinion, those who play numbers games (referring to early bankers and financiers) borrow money to make money, That's the real liar."

"...I see. Maybe I can find some industrial companies that take cash, or read the papers, maybe there are inventors who need the support of gold pounds."

From Jenkins' point of view, the laws of the Fidetictli Kingdom were not perfect. Before time travel, he knew many legal but immoral means of making money in this era.

He can do the simplest Ponzi scheme by himself, but now he has a legal identity and a bright future. After much deliberation, there is no need to deceive others because of greed.

No, Ponzi schemes cannot be defined as fraud in this world, because the law is not written.

"Good times."

While continuing the work in hand, he muttered softly. Chocolate, who was curled up into a hairball, raised his head slightly, his small cat ears shook, and then lay down again.

As the weather turns cold, even cats don't like to exercise. The steam pipeline company published this year's winter heating notice in the "Nolan Daily" on Wednesday of this week, calling on citizens to open the heating pipeline for their houses.

As for the pipes used in daily use, because the pressure and heat in the pipe need to be maintained, it does not have a heat dissipation effect by itself.

There is no heating in Papa's shop, but a fireplace is lit nearby.

Now entering the antique shop, the warm fire illuminates the rows of metal-colored utensils on the shelves, and the sporadic porcelain and lacquerware exude an attractive luster. The swords, animal heads, and badges hanging on the wall cast long shadows under the light of the fire, and swayed gently with the crackling sound of burning wood.

"This is the environment that a professional antique store should have."

Dad was very satisfied with this, and he didn't know whether he was proud of his own arrangement or the huge heating bill saved.

Yes, heating is so expensive in the winter that even Jenkins wouldn't want to use it.

Because he lives by himself, he already plans to sleep on the sofa in the living room in winter. There is a fireplace and a wool carpet. It is quite close to the bathroom, kitchen, study room on the first floor, and the door, which is very suitable for winter.

When there is nothing to do at night, curl up alone in the quilt spread on the carpet, the firelight illuminates the book in front of you, if you are tired, you can touch the chocolate, which makes the sleeping dog shrink back into the quilt dissatisfied.

This is the life a decent traveler deserves.

As for when guests visit, you can clean up in advance, and recover after the guests leave, so as to maintain a decent appearance and meet the needs of general social interaction.

And, most likely, no guests will visit Jenkins.

Jenkins is also reading the two books sent by Miss Mary, and he has a preliminary understanding of the development level of mathematics in this world. To be specific, the well-written "Probability and Mathematical Statistics" is much simpler than the probability theory learned in science and engineering in colleges and universities before crossing, because many tools cannot be used because of insufficient development of integrals; "On" has reached the level close to the first half of Mathematics (1), which is the most difficult university mathematics for non-mathematics subjects. There were still problems with some details, and Jenkins had the patience to correct them directly on the book with a pen.

The development of calculus has also begun to take shape, but the calculation of multi-dimensional space is only a superficial mention, and those contents are all written by Jenkins in the last letter.

He originally planned to add some more, but he thought it was unnecessary, so let the mathematicians in this world explore slowly.

Sometimes when he is free to play with cats, Jenkins will also think about the meaning of doing so, and then realize that not everything has to be meaningful-fun is enough.

The plan to increase the spirit through [Astral Perception] has not yet started, because the materials for the ritual of increasing perception taught by Dad to Jenkins are not so easy to gather.

As he left Papa's on Saturday night, he informed Jenkins to come with him the next day.

So, that night, Jenkins counted his belongings in detail, and put on his weapons and materials that might be used. And auxiliary supplies such as [Xinghai Badge] and [Magic Conch] can be taken, but those that cannot be brought, such as the larger [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl], are left at home.

There was an episode in this, when he was thinking about how to preserve the tube of dragon blood to prevent it from going bad, the chocolate that was lying on the bed suddenly sprang up. Hitting Jenkins' wrist with his little head, the sealed wooden bottle fell straight to the ground—and was picked up by Jenkins' other hand.

"Okay, let's rest right away."

He comforted the black and white kitten that rubbed against his trousers, and carried it to bed. Then brighten the copper-colored hanging basket-like desk lamp on the table, turn the direction of the chair and sit down, bend over slightly, hold the wooden bottle tightly with the left hand, and pull out the cork with the right hand. He also wanted to know what the dragon's blood looked like. The light was too dark in the morgue that day, so he didn't look carefully.

Apparently, the previous owner of the bottle took great care to keep the stopper tight to prevent blood from leaking out.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his right hand vigorously, and the wooden bottle came out of his left hand and flew out. Jenkins reached out to grab it subconsciously, but moved the bottle further away.

"Meow~"

Chocolate jumped up, opened his mouth, and bit the bottle like a dog. He landed on the bed safely, then handed the bottle to Jenkins with his tail shaking, his amber vertical pupils were showing off.