While happily putting on her clothes, she carefully wiped away the traces on the ground and hid all the bottles and jars.
The church should have gone through precise calculations regarding the materials, and there was nothing left except the piece of chalk.
As for performing rituals involuntarily, it's not Jenkins' special hobby, but to bring himself closer to the world, which is also determined by the nature of the spirit.
The good news is that this is only required for ability acquisition and some special ceremonies, otherwise Jenkins really has to consider the future of the job of the bestower.
Hide the ceremonial chalk and silver dagger, turn on the lights and draw the curtains to restore the bedroom to its original state. Lie on the door and listened for a while, only the faint water flow in the wall and the strange sound caused by the unstable steam pressure.
"This is good."
Jenkins sat back on the bed with satisfaction, [Flexible Legs and Feet] This ability is also triggered. During use, his legs can produce faster reactions, have stronger muscles and nerve structures, and have speed potential beyond human limits.
It's not suitable for experiments in a small space, so he decided to go to Dad's backyard to test again tomorrow.
"Maybe it's time to move out."
He thought in his heart, not only because he needed to cross Nolan City twice a day, but also because the night time would be limited here. If he is living alone, he can go out now and find a remote alley with no one to test his ability.
Thinking of the alley, Jenkins naturally remembered "legal parties."
"How should I go out that day?"
He is a little distressed.
If you want to move out, you can find a place to live directly in the newspaper or go to a real estate agent, but there is still not enough money in your pocket.
"Mr. Bincy's three-week salary in advance is 12 pounds, Jenkins' savings are 7 pounds and 13 shillings, and the wages at Dad's place are settled every week. In addition to the expenses of the past few days, the cash I can control now is less than 20 pounds. .”
Jenkins stacked the bills and coins on the table, the former Queen smiling in the gaslight, but Jenkins couldn't smile.
"I don't need to rent a whole house, a studio apartment like Sherlock Holmes is enough. It needs to be decent, hygienic, and then at least half a year's rent deposit..."
"Still poor, poor before crossing, poor after crossing!"
He reluctantly accepted this reality, and then prepared to find some ways to make money within legal means.
"I am a time traveler!"
He comforted himself in his heart, and then suddenly realized that in this era of increasingly powerful steam, he, a poor student who just entered graduate school, really seemed unable to make any inventions.
And he has no time, no energy, no reason, no place to explore the creations of civilization that are vague in his memory.
"I believe in [Inheritance Sage], and the church also supports believers to publish books that are beneficial to the public, so—Wen Chaogong?"
He sat back at the desk again, he would definitely not be able to write serious literature, his grammar foundation was really poor. Some less demanding knight novels and legendary adventures can be written. It is not a secret that the original owner likes these things. Although it is strange to suddenly take out a book, it can also explain it.
But after much deliberation, I still gave up. The adventure novels of this era are still at a relatively primitive stage. In addition to the classic plots of adventure, princesses, treasures, and dragons, there are also large paragraphs that are gorgeous but have nothing to do with it. Useless short poems.
Jenkins couldn't write these things, so he wrote according to the routines he knew in his previous life, and worried that people would see through the truth of time travel because his style of writing was too unique.
"Short, slightly weaker grammar requirements."
Jenkins nodded, wrote down these two requirements on paper, and then added: "It can be published normally."
This sentence is very necessary, because unhealthy novels suitable for restless teenagers and dock workers living alone are also very popular on the market. In order to take care of the common reality of low literacy rate, they deliberately weaken the text and add more large pictures. Jenkins also has several copies under the bed.
"No, no, no, although this may make a lot of money, it will be over if someone finds out."
Jenkins circled the last words he wrote fiercely, and fell into deep thought again.
He recalled the experience after time travel, and the little flower seller unconsciously appeared in his mind.
He still hasn't figured out why he is so unlucky, why the [Eye of Reality] is activated suddenly, and why he knows that it is a [Strange Thing], but this is not important for now.
"Poor little girl who sells flowers, little matches for girls, fairy tales?"
He wrote the word, frowning and thinking for a moment.
"Most fairy tales are short stories. Although Jenkins is not a boy with a childlike heart, it won't be surprising to write some casually. Grammar issues need to be practiced, and it should be fine to control them as much as possible. The publishing house affiliated to the church seems to have some knowledge in this regard. business."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this path was very good and suitable for him now. Although the cycle of writing a book to make money is a bit longer, it is better than a long stream of water, and it can also accumulate a certain social status, which will be very helpful for the future.
"Okay, carefully craft one fairy tale every day, and show it to the bishop when you have collected twenty. However, you must disclose some of them to people who are familiar with them in advance, so you can't be too obtrusive."
Just do what he wants, he picks up a pen, turns the knob of the wall-mounted gas lamp to increase the brightness, then leans down in front of the table, and conceives a new "The Little Match Girl" that fits the characteristics of the Kingdom of Fidiktli.
The next day Jenkins got up very early again, and his spirit has been very good after time travel, and it is not known whether it is because he has mastered extraordinary abilities.
The cook was preparing breakfast, and after Jenkins washed up a bit, he chatted and laughed with his family and had breakfast, then picked up a newspaper from Old William, and set off again in the carriage.
Old William was very satisfied that his second son liked to read newspapers, and Jenkins was very distressed about the money for the carriage ride—this was his biggest daily expense.
Newspapers in this era are still mimeographed, the taste is not heavy but there are still some.
The "Norlan Daily" he took was the official newspaper of Nolan, and middle-class gentlemen ordered a copy in the morning as a status symbol.
Jenkins was flipping through the rental information in the carriage. It is definitely not a cubicle in a slum that can be published in such a circulation newspaper. But even the cheapest apartment between the newspapers is definitely not something that Jenkins can afford now.
"I should change to another newspaper. This kind of newspaper that is not willing to leave room for even a short joke is a newspaper with no future."
Disappointed, he temporarily gave up on the advertising area, and seeing that the distance was still long, he flipped forward.