He now has more confidence, so he used his writing and creation pencil to draw envelopes and fake stamps on the paper, put the drawn letter paper with text in it, and finally put the banknotes in it.

　　 "Maybe the shilling can also be drawn? Now that I have a combination of two gifts and a magical skill, no one would have thought that I could print money."

　　 This thought appeared in his mind.

　　 "Don't be silly, you are a good person."

　　 Jenkins smiled and shook his head, drew another bottle of glue, and continued his work.

　　 In this operation, I don't want to be rewarded, as long as I don't cause trouble to myself. Taking advantage of the darkness, he slipped out again wearing a black robe, avoiding the police patrolling, and then dropped all the letters into the mailbox.

　　 As for the addresses of the remaining 49 letters, they are based on the unclear travel map of the Kingdom of Chessland, randomly filled in street names and numbers.

　　Although Elrond is in a foreign country, the actual distance is very close to the city of Nolan, which is similar to the distance between Nolan and the Shire. The next stop of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe, which is still staying in this city, is Eldron, which can be reached in one day because of sailing through the sea.

　　 "That's it."

　　All the envelopes are stuffed into the mailbox. As long as the fake stamps do not cause problems, Jenkins will get a reply in two or three days. He thought that this matter was handled very well, and the cat watching the show saw a very interesting future.

　　 (Chocolate sleep...)

　　 Regarding what happened that night, Jenkins saw the news in the newspaper early in the morning. Stilwell Field has identified Kumbu, the escaped murder victim, as a fraudster. In the action last night, they almost caught one of Khumbu's accomplices. But he seemed to have received the news earlier, escaped early, and set up a trap in his rented apartment. The steam bomb caused a heroic trainee police officer to be seriously injured. The police are now offering a reward of 20 pounds for the fugitive who is suspected of carrying a large number of dangerous goods.

　　 Dad also has some news. The policemen found occult objects and some fragments of human limbs in the fugitive’s residence. After contacting the church for identification, it has been determined that the escaped prisoner is a gifter, and at least three people were killed in the apartment. The church now judges that Kumbu and the gang are believers of the [Prince of Lies]. At the same time, there are signs that the source of infection of the gear germ, that is, the hapless detective assistant, has been in contact with these people.

　　 It is still unknown whether the believers of [Prince of Lies] and [The Gear King] are cooperating, or whether this is just a coincidence, but the church is paying close attention to this matter.

What surprised Jenkins the most was that the police also, with the help of detectives and through the records of the post office, found the address of Eldron he found. In other words, what he had done last night was completely gone. significance.

　　 "Alright, it has nothing to do with me!"

　　 He was a little pleased with this development.

　　 As for the trick last night, no one has mentioned it. It disappeared again after fulfilling the wish.

　　 That night, temporarily acting as the gifter squad of the police night patrol, of course, he also discovered the meeting place between Jenkins and the escaped fraudster. They haven't investigated who stopped the fraudsters, but the fragments of the steam bombs scattered on the ground have been collected. Comparing with the fragments in the apartment, it was discovered that the source of the bomb was actually Nolan's military.

　　 This incident is even more weird here. Civilian Jenkins only knows this, and the following things will not affect him before it happens.

　　 The demon summoner has also made new progress, and the church has targeted several suspected young people. After the peripheral investigation is over, manpower will be arranged for arrest. After the real demon died, the people who summoned the demon seemed to lose their backbone. This made things a lot easier.

　　Jenkins still remembers that on Wednesday night, he had to go to the church to teach a one-hour basic arithmetic course. In fact, he believes that one hour can't even start the topic, but believers have limited time and can only do so.

　　, holding the chocolate that he refused to stay at home alone, got on the carriage and walked through the quiet city. The carriage was sent by the church to pick up Jenkins, which is considered a welfare of the church.

　　 This is not a van-type carriage, but the most common carriage without a canopy.

　　

　　 Looking at the shadows of the distant buildings in the dark night, Jenkins felt that he should find a topic to chat casually, otherwise the next twenty-minute journey would be too boring.

　　 "It's getting colder and colder recently. If it's like in previous years, we will see the first snow in a month."

　　 still starts with the topic of weather.

　　 "Yes, sir, even these horses can feel the cold at night. I'm currently planning to reinforce the walls of the stables. The wind leaked last year."

　　 Although Jenkins has no experience of raising horses, it is good to use this topic to dismiss the rest of the incident.

　　 "Is that so? It should be as soon as possible. Now this month has passed a little and a half, and the temperature will drop faster and faster."

　　 Jenkins considered buying a few small clothes for chocolate to get through the cold winter, but it is clear that cats do not like this kind of body restraint.

"Your idea is correct! Thank you sage! Because I work for the church. In winter, the church gives me an extra 5 shillings a week. This money allows my family and me to pass the coldest time smoothly. "

　　 "5 shillings?"

　　 Jenkins stared at the joyful expression of the coachman and the behavior of constantly praising the sage, and suddenly realized that 5 shillings, which is worthless to him, can really change the destiny of a family in this era.

　　Weird things are lurking in weirdness, and the gifters are looking for the gift, but this is still a great era in which the power of steam is prominent and the rise of capital. Fortunately, he became one of the few beneficiaries, but beneath him was the broadest and broadest ordinary people in the pyramid.

　　 He felt that he should use the 8,000 pounds to do some special things, but he realized that in the face of the great age, the power of ordinary individuals is only a drop in the bucket.

　　PS: Please vote, give me some confidence, okay...

Chapter 190 Chapter 186 Meeting Miller Again

　　 Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, some elderly coachmen stopped the topic. Using those cracked hands, he took out a cigarette from the big pocket with fine stitches, and then realized that there were guests in the car. Giving a gesture to Jenkins, Jenkins shook his head and said that he didn't mind, the coachman pushed away the small box nailed to the wagon, took out a match, stroked it on the car panel beside him, and lit the cigarette.

　　 It’s not that the skill is amazing, but that the ignition point of matches of this age is extremely low, and it can be ignited in any dry place with one stroke. Therefore, this is also one of the reasons for the high incidence of fires.

　　 The coachman took a deep breath, and sprayed two puffs of smoke from the nostrils above the dense stubble.

　　 "Is this your own cigarette?"

　　 Jenkins asked curiously, there was some wind tonight, and all the smoke that the coachman vomited was blowing to the right.

　　 The carriage continued to move forward, and there was a dim intersection in front of it, and several shadows could be seen approaching.

　　 "Yes, sir. The pack of cigarettes in the shop is too expensive, sage, 3 shillings a box, a box of ten. I still like to use tobacco to cigarettes."

　　 Among those familiar with Jenkins, no one has the habit of smoking. In the memory of the original owner, the old William had smoked a pipe for a period of time a few years ago, but due to the damage of the pipe, he gave up the habit.

　　 "This is not the most expensive cigarette, the most expensive kind..."

The coachman did not notice Jenkins' distraction, picked up the bell and shook it gently to remind the patrolling police officers coming from the front corner to pay attention. The police officers knew the holy emblem painted on the car and stood politely waiting for the carriage to pass by before continuing. patrol.

　　 "The most expensive kind of three silks cost one gold pound, a full gold pound. I don't know how those people would go to the kind of place where we live to sell this kind of tobacco?"

When 　　 arrived at the church, it was only half past seven. The guard at the door of the church knew him, nodded and let him in. Stopped a middle-aged priest who was walking through the corridor holding a flower pot, and asked about the specific location, Jenkins quickly found the classroom.

　　 This is also an amphitheater, there are not many people, and most of them sit in the middle rows of chairs. Looking at the clothes and appearance on the body, some are obviously students, and more are decent, but still not middle-aged middle-aged people.

　　 For a while, the old Williams, who was a shop owner, would also come to the church to listen to evening classes, but after he "made his fortune," he would not have this time.

　　 The Roberts priest who was in charge of the evening classes soon came to the classroom. This was an old gentleman of about fifty years old with glasses. He told Jenkins some precautions, such as speaking slowly as much as possible and answering questions patiently. After the one-hour course is over, you can stay for a while because someone may ask questions.

　　 was holding a pocket watch in his hand, thinking that it was almost time, but someone opened the door and walked in.

　　 This is a short lady, wearing a pair of gold glasses, long wavy brown hair hanging behind her, and a khaki satchel with too long straddle. Although her face is a little immature, she can still tell that she is an adult lady by identifying it carefully.

Jenkins knew her. This was the borrower I met when I visited Miss Mikhail in the hospital in the suburbs last time. She borrowed 5 pence from Jenkins, and then paid back according to the interest rate for the bank opened by the believers of [Walkless Traveler]. He was given 6 pence.

　　 She claimed at the time that "everything in this world can be calculated clearly", and that this is a level 6 gifter.

　　 "She is also a believer of the sage?"

　　 Jenkins thought in surprise, the shorter lady knew that she was late, and embarrassedly raised her head to look at the lecturer standing in the front. She also recognized Jenkins and made an apologetic look.

　　 Jenkins’s idea was quickly overturned, because he found a cardboard that was casually placed on the table by the brunette young girl. This is a temporary attendance certificate. If the believers of foreign teachers also want to attend the lecture, they need to spend a small amount of money.

　　 "The pagan gifter, in order to listen to a simple math class, actually went to the church of the Orthodox Church?"

　　 He thought it was ridiculous. The short young girl might have another purpose.

Seeing her sitting in the first row, taking out the notebook and pencil from her bag, she ignored the chocolate lying on the far right side of the table in the first row, but looked at the blackboard behind Jenkins seriously, and Jenkins felt that he was thinking again. Too much.

　　 The last lecturer, Mr. Foley, usually teaches arithmetic in a cycle of 5 classes. Before he left, he had finished the last class, so Jenkins will start with the most basics today.

He prepared quite adequately, and also took into account that the audience below is not well-educated and has a poor foundation, so basically he didn’t write anything on the blackboard, but used examples to illustrate the addition and subtraction, such as normal vegetable trading examples, etc. Wait.

　　 There was no accident in this class. Basically, no one else spoke except Jenkins. When he announced that today's class was over, no one applauded, and the audience left the venue one after another.

　　 Of course, before leaving, I would say hello to Jenkins politely.

　　 This is a normal phenomenon. The original owner was also brought here by the elder Williams when he was a child, so he didn't realize it was his poor level.

　　 "Sorry, excuse me, where did Mr. Foley go? Oh, yes, hello, uh..."

　　 "William, Jenkins Williams."

　　 "Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Alexia Miller. Sorry for taking some time. Excuse me, where did the original lecturer Mr. Foley go?"

　　Ms. Miller walked to the blackboard and asked Jenkins after everyone had left, clutching her bag.

"Mr. Foley suffered a serious illness some time ago. After he recovered, he returned to his hometown to spend his old age. He also resigned from the school and said hello to the church. From now on, every Wednesday in the church. Calculate the class, let me talk about it."

　　 He told the truth without hiding it.

　　 "That's it."

　　Miss Miller looked disappointed.

　　 Jenkins didn’t want to get involved with the unidentified benefactor, but couldn’t hold back his curiosity and because this is a church, it’s safe, so he asked:

　　 "Madam, do you have anything to do with Mr. Foley? The church knows his current address, maybe you can write him a letter."

　　 "No, thank you. The National Research Institute of the Kingdom of Chessland published a very good book last week. I have some questions to ask Mr. Foley. Now that he has left, forget it."

　　 Jenkins thought this was a bit familiar, he thought about it, and then asked:

　　 "Is it "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics"?"

　　 "Oh, you know?"

　　Ms. Miller asked in surprise, "This book has not yet been released to the public in our country. My one was lent to me by my friend at Nolan Private Third Preparatory College."

　　 "Is that the case? The book I saw was mailed to me by my friend in Luen. Thank you, the sage, for letting the whole continent have the same text."

　　 "So, do you understand all the knowledge in the book?"

　　 Miss Miller asked again, it seems that this conversation will last a long time. Jenkins glanced at the chocolate and found that it was still sleeping on the table in the first row. He thought it would be fine to delay some time.

　　 "Some understand."

　　 He answered cautiously, and then watched the short lady take out "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" from her bag, turned a few pages sloppily, and then handed the book to Jenkins.

　　 "Excuse me, do you know what this means? When I do calculations, I always get different results."

　　 Jenkins looked through it a few times and blinked naturally. Except for the number of light spots, there were at least five places on her body that were shining with strong auras.

　　 "Are there so many special items, can it be said that people who like mathematics have good fortune?"

　　 While thinking, he figured out how much his family has, and then put his finger on the book, pretending to be reading.

　　 "Let me take a look... No, the answer you got is correct, but the form is different. You know Euler, cough cough, do you know the equation?"

　　 After finishing speaking, Jenkins turned around and wrote Euler's formula on the blackboard, "Exponential form and imaginary number can be converted, they have the same numerical meaning."

　　 "Is that so, how did you get this formula? Is it a famous professor? Oh, God, mathematics is always so pleasant."

　　 Miss Miller asked again, turned the podium, and walked to Jenkins. The man noticed that the interjection just now was "God" instead of referring to a certain existence. This is not uncommon, but it happens to a stranger who is a gift, and it is highly likely that she is a false god. believer.

　　 "It's very simple, as long as..."

　　 Jenkins was stunned. Since she asked this, it means that this formula was not mentioned in the "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics". And Jenkins wrote these things in his letter, so he thought it was in the book, and he answered it so quickly just now.

　　 focused on thinking about the identity of the lady, and accidentally made such a mistake.

"Oh no."

　　 He turned around, pretending to be natural, put the half-used chalk in the box, and pushed the lid of the box up.

　　 "Sorry, I read this formula from another book. I don't remember the proof method."

　　 said with regret that if this topic continues, it will be questioned.

　　 "That's a shame."

　　 Fortunately, Miss Miller did not ask for the specific title of the book. She showed the same regretful expression, then withdrew her book, softly thanking Jenkins:

　　 "Thanks for the help, if I have the opportunity, I will help you too."

"Too polite."

　　 "No, if you borrow, you will have to pay it back. This is normal."

　　

　　PS: 3000 words in this chapter, thank you for your recommendation and monthly tickets.

　　 Another: This chapter is not the number of water words, Miss Miller is an important role.

Section 191 Chapter 187 The Beauty of Mathematics

　　 Alexia Miller is also a gifted person with a problematic character. Is it possible that people with extraordinary abilities have more or less personality defects?

　　 "Fortunately, I am normal."

　　 He thought in his heart, and waved his hand to bid farewell to Miss Miller. The Eye of Truth hadn't closed yet. While lowering his head to prepare to pack things, Yu Guang seemed to have caught a glimpse of something.