Of course, the members of his own church were not the only ones who were treated by him. The five Orthodox churches were involved in the hospital. Jenkins just treated them according to the orders of Captain Bincy and an old gentleman. Although the Orthodox Church should have a good relationship with each other, it is definitely not free.
He was still thinking about Mr. Barnard who saved his life. After becoming a scribe, he has been busy with work and did not thank him. Therefore, he specifically asked the wounded in the Church of [Night and Mystery], but unfortunately learned that Barnard Mr. is not involved in the affairs of the hospital.
When daily life resumed again, Jenkins was allowed to learn dozens of rituals that he could not see for the time being, in addition to receiving a 20 pound bonus. It's just learning. If he wants to practice, he has to buy the materials himself.
After entering August - [The Moon of Craftsmen and Rain], due to the gradual weakening of the summer monsoon, the dim sky and the pungent smell in my memory once again occupied the city of Nolan.
This phenomenon is called "a sign of development" by factory owners and nobles, and it symbolizes that the city of Nolan will become better, and Jenkins is only worried about whether he will lose his life.
This is the normal state of this city. Although it does not have the title of "Foggy City", the smog shrouded in it is indeed completely similar.
In this fog, Jenkins also encountered a fog-like thing.
"pen pal?"
Looking at the letter in his hand in the carriage, Jenkins frowned suspiciously.
This was found in the mailbox when Old William was picking up the newspaper. There was no recipient, only the delivery address.
The family originally thought that the sender had forgotten to write it carelessly, but after opening it, they found out that it was sent to the wrong address, because the letter was just a greeting to a pen pal, and none of the four members of the family had a pen pal.
Because Jenkins happened to pass by the post office on his way to work, William Sr. let him send the letter back. Bored along the way, Jenkins hesitated for a moment, and flipped through the letters.
Dear Potter:
I am very glad to hear from you again. The little poem you wrote is really beautiful. I really hope that the weather in Ruen can be like spring all the year round as in the poem.
Regarding the incident last time, I'm sorry that I still haven't found the book you need, but I have entrusted a friend to search for it in the library of the tower, and I believe there will be results soon.
Mrs. Tiffany's etiquette class has become more boring recently, and she can't understand the math class at all. Only the equestrian class can go outside, and my "little red date" is also looking forward to running with me. Potter, do you know how to count? I have attached some homework from Mr. Warren at the end of the letter. I hope you can help me.
Note: May the [Spirit of Nature] bless you, if you really understand, please write back as soon as possible, otherwise Teacher Warren will definitely kill me because of my stupidity!
Your loyalty,
Mary
The letter is made of high-quality snow paper, with a slightly rolled parchment-like writing space outlined with gold lines on the edge of the paper. According to Jenkins' understanding, this kind of paper is sold by the sheet in Nolan City, and his weekly salary may not be enough to buy the paper in his hand.
The letter is written in elegant and elegant fonts, and the "Mary" who wrote the letter should be a well-educated upper-class lady. Because the carriage he rode this time was the kind without a roof, Jenkins did not do something against the gentlemanly demeanor of "sniffing".
Use the same paper at the end of the letter to jot down two pages of math problems.
"It's a very simple classical probability problem, and you don't even use integrals."
Jenkins analyzed all the topics with some interest. He didn't know the academic level of this world. But since tutors can already teach this kind of complex probability problems, then the rudiments of integrals should also appear in top universities, right
Although this was only a high school problem in the previous life.
For reasons he hadn't even figured out, Jenkins didn't get off at the post office, but went straight to Papa's Antiques. During the lunch break, he borrowed paper and pen from his father. First, I sincerely apologized. I tore off the envelope in order to know whose letter it was. Then I answered all the questions one by one, sealed it with the original letter, and prepared to mail it in the evening.
"The math level is very good, but the handwriting is too ugly."
Father naturally wouldn't comment on Jenkins' actions, but he hit his font mercilessly.
"Maybe that Miss Mary thinks I'm a math lunatic, that kind of weird Frankenstein... And I'm just doing good deeds, isn't Ruen the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo? If I don't Help her, that lady may not have time to send another letter."
Jenkins shrugged, and explained the mathematical symbols of the previous life in the letter in straightforward language, while the old man had a helpless expression of "young people are always like this".
After the letter was sent back, Jenkins was secretly looking forward to receiving a reply again, but the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo was in the extreme north of the continent, and he used ordinary mail to save money. If the letter really arrived safely, then even if the lady with the pseudonym "Mary" replied immediately, it would probably be within the next month.
"Mathematical genius" Jenkins put the matter behind him after a few days.
He looked down at the black flintlock pistol in front of him.
"Father, what does this mean?"
"Pack up and go out with me. I received news that a batch of good goods has arrived from the warehouse at the dock. Maybe you can meet something good."
The old man spoke quickly, and threw the coat that Jenkins was wearing to him.
"But why bring a pistol? Is this a so-called gang deal?"
Jenkins was still puzzled, especially since Dad could easily pull a loaded gun from the counter.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's just for self-defense."
As he spoke, he put away a similar pistol, and at the same time counted out a few brass bullets and put them into the inside pocket of his jacket.
"Young man, relax, it's just for self-defense. By the way, I asked you to go to Mr. Ink's club to practice guns. You have always insisted on going?"
Dad had a smile on his face.
The frightened Jenkins followed his father along the main road to the dock area, and then got into an alley as expected. Ten minutes later, the two came to a dilapidated bungalow.
A young man wearing only a short shirt and dressed as a gangster squatted in front of the door and looked at the ants boredly. He raised his head and glanced at the two of them.
"Papa Oliver, you're a little late this time?"
"The little apprentice wasted a little time."
The old man greeted him skillfully, and the gatekeeper took Jenkins's face seriously.
"Go in, many old customers have already turned around."