As soon as she raised her head, a huge illusory pattern made up of perfect circles, squares, and isosceles right-angled triangles appeared behind Miss Miller. Numerous densely packed mathematical formulas and symbols fluttered, being covered in the pattern, with a mess in Kind of absurd beauty.

　　 A transparent shadow was formed behind the short lady. The Euler formula that was just written by Jenkins gradually solidified and formed, filling the blanks of the geometric patterns, making the strange beauty of the style more intense.

　　 looked directly at the formula symbols, his head was a little painful, but he quickly returned to normal.

　　 "What's wrong? Mr. Williams?"

　　 She stood at the door and turned her head back, and Jenkins smiled and shook her head. No matter how surprised she is, she must remain normal: "Nothing, just lamenting the beauty of mathematics."

"Do you think so too? Numbers are definitely the most wonderful thing! By the way, where do you live? If I have any questions, can I visit you? I think you can be called the real Mathematician!"

　　 Jenkins wanted to puff his mouth a little.

　　 His real eye does not have the function of breaking illusions, and can only see the "reality" in a certain sense. After being promoted to the second level, he has a clearer observation of aura and spiritual body, but the enhancement of spiritual vision means that it is easier for him to discover certain things that should not be seen by mortals.

　　 The empty eyeball that the old man saw when he was "dead and resurrected" was one, and the figure formed by the huge geometric pattern just now was also counted as one. The mental pollution caused by the former caused him to fall to the ground, and the latter...the latter is obviously not as good as Jenkins in mathematics, and that knowledge is nothing at all.

　　 "Illusions created by special objects? Or is she a magical magic given by a **** she believes in?"

　　 Jenkins lowered his head thinking about things, and almost dropped the sleeping chocolate in the church.

　　 After the course, Reverend Roberts gave Jenkins a ten shilling note, Jenkins took it in his pocket, and then asked about the Miss Miller.

　　 Priest Roberts actually knew who Miss Miller was by her name alone. According to him, Alexia Miller was indeed not a believer in the religion. Since the winter of a year ago, she will come to observe every section of the math course, and she has a good relationship with the original lecturer.

　　 Although she is not a believer, the church is kind to her due to her desire for knowledge.

　　 With this, Miss Miller borrowed a large number of books from the church library, and most of them were related to mathematics. Reverend Roberts and Mr. Foley once talked about this young lady in private. Mr. Foley believes that Alexia Miller’s mathematics skills are not inferior to ordinary mathematics students.

　　 She is not a math enthusiast, but a math expert.

　　 Ordinary gifters will deliberately match their abilities when they are at a higher level. For example, the red-haired lady Jenkins knows obviously takes "music" as the core. And this Miss Miller, who likes mathematics and claims that "everything in this world can be calculated clearly", is likely to use "arithmetic" as the core of her ability.

　　 Jenkins thought for a while and was quite sure that there was absolutely no evil **** in this world claiming to have a clergy such as "mathematics", so he felt relieved for that lady.

　　 Still the church sent a carriage to send him back. This time it was a van, and the coachman was sitting outside, so Jenkins, who was a little tired, had no chance to chat with others.

　　 Chocolate, who slept for a whole math class, is now in spirit. After the carriage started out, he jumped out of Jenkins' arms excitedly. Jenkins tried to catch it, but when he reached out his hand, he found someone sitting next to him.

"When......"

　　 He didn't finish speaking, but with the light of the kerosene lamp hanging on the side, he finally saw that this was Miss Miller just now.

　　 "Madam, you got in the wrong carriage."

　　 Jenkins pretended to be a relaxed reminder, his left hand squeezed the cane in his hand, his right hand dropped quietly, and there was a spare spell in his pants pocket.

　　 "Mr. William, I did not go wrong."

　　 The brunette girl said, spreading her hand and it was a silver piece, "Silence spell, I think you should know. So, don’t worry about our conversation being heard by the coachman outside."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Okay, let us bypass you who are you? Why are you here? How do you appear here? How do you know that I am a gifter? You are not afraid that I am a gifter of the church? Wait for boring topics and come directly to One last question-do you want to ask,'What are you looking for me for?'"

　　 She whispered softly, spreading her hand out to gesture to Jenkins: "I have no malice, but I just want to ask you for some help. Time is a golden pound. Since you are also very sensitive to numbers, you should understand this."

　　 As soon as her voice fell, an oblique triangle with a shining yellow light appeared in the center of her forehead. Jenkins only heard a buzzing sound in her ear, and then she was touched by a woman's hand on the same position of her forehead.

　　 In a trance, countless broken images flowed by. Miss Miller stretched out her hand, and some fragments flew towards Jenkins, who was unable to move. There were a few more pictures in his mind, and then he understood something.

　　"You are an unbeliever, pursuing the ultimate in arithmetic;

　　 Although the knowledge I taught in the course just now is basic, but you have a very thorough understanding of numbers and operations, but you are curious about me;

　　 Through a very complicated and special way, you have recognized that my walking stick is a special category B item, so you are sure that I am a benefactor. If I am not, you will erase my memory;

　　You are not afraid that I will tell the church at this time, because you have never broken the law and will soon leave Nolan City. At the same time, you believe that no one can catch you;

You are waiting for me here because you want me to help you inquire about the location of A-11-2-3301, the malicious coachman in the church. You can use the past locations to calculate the possibility of it next time. Where it appears. You need to travel fast and long distances, and have the means to evade the malicious things. "

　　 After saying this unconsciously, Jenkins came back to his senses. The feeling just now was like someone had stuffed these things into his head.

Chapter 192 Chapter 188 Equivalent Questions and Answers

　　 "Golden Divine Art [Grant of Knowledge], which can forcibly impart the knowledge or information that one has mastered to others. Knowledge has weight, so this ability can not only save time for conversation, but also be used as an offensive ability."

　　Miss Miller looked at Jenkins' face, looking very sure that Jenkins would grant her request. Her eyes gleamed faintly in the dim carriage. Although they were not as light as the cat's eyes, they were more gentle and charming.

"These things are just a process. I don't want to waste our time, so just tell me the answer. Can you agree to this simple request? You don't need to harm anyone's interests, and you don't have to betray the church. I believe in equivalent exchange, so The reward I can offer is some knowledge that interests you."

　　 Jenkins looked at her coldly, and did not answer for a long time. Divine magic power can be used not only by believers of gods, but also by pagans, but in addition to the side effects of the ability to withstand the effect of discounts, it is also very likely to be influenced by the power of righteous gods, or infected, and make one's faith unconscious. Offset.

　　 As soon as I heard it, I knew that it was very likely to be related to the sage, so the rare unbelievers in front of him was actually trustworthy in Jenkins's subconscious.

　　 He considered for a long time before asking:

"I encountered a very interesting mathematical question a few days ago. Could you please answer me. If I define an integer greater than 1, a number with no other factors besides 1 and itself is a prime number. May I ask: how Prove that any even number greater than 2 can be written as the sum of two prime numbers?"

"Ok?"

　　Miss Miller frowned, "I know you want to distract me with complicated math problems, or grab the initiative to talk, but this method is a bit naive."

　　 "It's really naive, tell me the answer. If you are really pursuing the ultimate beauty of mathematics, I think you can answer such an interesting question."

　　 In the carriage, the huge illusory geometric figure that has gathered countless mathematical symbols and knowledge reappeared. In the middle of the two, dense numbers of numbers are constantly arranged and combined, and the colorful symbols that Jenkins does not recognize collide, deform, and produce new changes. But this time, no new knowledge was added to the pattern, and it disappeared into the air helplessly.

"Humph!"

　　 The woman snorted, tilted her head not to look at Jenkins, but at Chocolate, who was watching the two human conversations with interest. Seeing Miss Miller look over, she pretended not to care and buried her head in her paws.

　　 "The sad pride of men."

　　 While she was talking, she took out the notebook from her shoulder bag, carefully memorized a few pens, and then closed it with a snap.

　　 "You wouldn’t be writing: ‘General Calendar 1865, Sage and Harvest Month, 9th, Wednesday, today Williams offended me, I wrote it down’?"

　　 Jenkins has determined that this lady is not very malicious towards him. The deal she proposed is very good, and he deliberately agreed to it, so he tried to say some humorous words to ease the tension.

　　 "It's not so boring, I will remember the questions you said, and then answer them."

　　 She still maintains her self-confidence.

　　 "Then I wish you well, no, I should wish you luck."

　　 Miss Miller is an unbeliever, this is indeed something Jenkins can't think of. There are unbelievers in this world, but those people are even rarer than cultists. He didn't want to judge the unbelievers, because he didn't even know if he was a believer, as long as he was not a cultist or criminal.

　　Miss Miller’s soul emblem is a simple white symbol, like the mathematical symbol 0. Such a special emblem is definitely not on the most wanted list, which further relieved Jenkins.

　　 The church has a detailed record of the place where the malicious coachman appeared, and this is not a confidential content, even if Jenkins consults it, it will not be noticeable. After discussing with Miss Miller, Jenkins agreed to her request after confirming that she did not have a criminal record and had no thoughts of breaking the law.

　　 "So, what kind of knowledge do you need? Since you want to trade, you must first negotiate terms. Although I am knowledgeable, I am not omniscient, so please don't ask about things that humans cannot know."

　　 "I am very interested in how you can circumvent the disgusting charging method of A-11-2-3301. I remember that he would harvest the organs or flesh and blood of passengers."

　　 He asked in a low voice, the lady in front of her was extremely smart, and asking questions rashly would only reveal her secrets. Therefore, it is better to pick one of interest.

"Oh?"

Ms. 　　's pretty eyebrows raised, "Mr. William, although your level is not high, but your vision is very good. People who study mathematics are really smart people."

　　 "No, I just asked you this sentence because you think you are smarter."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, and then found that the chocolate hit his knee sometime.

　　 "But you just collected some non-confidential information for me, and the answer to the question is more precious. I always follow the principle of equivalent exchange."

　　 "Then how much do you think this answer is worth?"

　　 "Two hundred thousand gold pounds, and it's cash."

　　 Her expression is serious, not like joking. Jenkins thought that at that moment, his entire face twitched.

Finally, he asked Miss Miller how she discovered that her walking stick was a special item, and once again learned that it was related to her ability, so the price was very expensive, Jenkins changed a question and asked Asyash Family matters.

　　 "Is that a family full of lunatics? Well, I think about it. I do know some things, but you have to replenish me with 10 pounds and 3 shillings."

　　 Jenkins endured the pain, gritted his teeth and nodded.

"The cost of summoning demons from the magma **** is more than 200,000 gold pounds. This involves not only precious materials, but also sacrifices and sacrifices of life. From this perspective, the person holding the ceremony, There must be a lot of power in the world. As for the Asyash family, they are all lunatics. Too much contact with alien species and blasphemous knowledge makes the factor of madness permeate each generation of descendants. The Orthodox Church's idea is not wrong , This matter is indeed related to Asyash, I am not very interested in this matter, but a simple reasoning knows: He is definitely not a nobleman, but he has a good relationship with the nobleman; a man, not more than 40 years old; acting secretly , But will not be stingy in killing ordinary people, the level of the benefactor is not more than 7...Don't look at me with such eyes, this is all obvious things, do you want to ask me the reason?"

Chapter 193 Chapter 189 Elderron's Reply

　　Miss Miller finished her conclusion, and saw Jenkins look confused, she immediately showed a slightly surprised expression. Jenkins blinked and took out a 10-pound note and 3 silver coins from his pocket.

　　 Although I have a lot of savings now, the money will always be spent. His current fixed income is 5 pounds and 10 pence a week, of which 4 pounds is the salary provided by the church to the beneficiaries, 1 pound is the salary of the apprentice given to him by the old man, and 10 pence is the salary for teaching at the church at night.

　　 Calculated like this, the income for 52 weeks a year is about 281 pounds. Of course, this is only a fixed income, and there will be a commission on the business of the antique shop, and the sales share of "Stories of Foreigners" is also a large income.

　　 Cooperation with foreign publishers means that Jenkins can get a lot less money. This is not only related to the tax system, but also related to certain unspoken rules of export. Therefore, after the hottest period of domestic book sales has ended, the amount of money he can get in a year may not add up to the amount that he got from Mr. Blow the previous three times. What "Strangers" can bring to Jenkins is reputation.

　　 "The total legal income for a year is probably only about 1,000 pounds, and besides the salaries of the church, everything else is taxed!"

Jenkins understood this a long time ago. If he is an ordinary person, then as a low-cost bachelor, he can completely rely on such income, hiring three maids (to take care of chocolate) and a coachman. And a horseman, you can have one or two horses and a carriage at the same time.

　　 This is already the treatment that the highest-income group in the middle class can get. If the annual salary is several times higher, it can be called the real upper class.

　　 But his expenses are also not small. The employed Mrs. Mahat pays her salary once a week and lives alone. She has to pay for her meals, steam, clothing for seasonal changes, and maintenance of the house. Not to mention, as a gifter, a ritual of learning ability is enough for Jenkins to devote all of his income for a year.

　　 He still remembers how shocked he was when he learned the number of gems needed for [Astral Perception].

　　 Therefore, before the savings in his hand are spent, he vowed to find a legal way to get rich.

　　 Dad told him that to find a noble girl with a prominent family background to marry, this goal would be achieved soon. But Jenkins still wants some face, and he suspects that the purpose of his father's attention is to bring the topic to social and marriage.

　　 The information Miss Miller wanted, Jenkins quickly got it and gave it to her. He was very suspicious of what kind of model had to be built for this kind of random trickery to calculate the law, but then he thought that Miss Miller might have some special abilities or items, combining arithmetic and divination props.

　　 On Saturday morning, Dad had something to go out, so he gave Jenkins a day off. He got up very early and happened to ran into the young milkman when he went downstairs to get the newspaper.

　　 The young man was very enthusiastic to sell him a new flavor of milk, but Jenkins politely declined because he had to pay an extra 5 pence a week.

　　 When he came out of the bathroom with the newspaper, Jenkins remembered that Elderron's reply was almost coming. Of course he can't write his address on the letter. The address for receiving the letter is the pig's head bar, one of the entrances to the black market.

　　 That remote bar has multiple functions such as the black market, firearms trading, dangerous goods trading, and intelligence sales. After putting on a black robe, Jenkins asked the bartender if they could collect letters.

　　 The bartender grinned and said that he had enough money, and the address was a real and verifiable apartment address.

　　 "A glass of old dark beer."

　　 is still the disguised form of Jenkins knocking on the table of the bar counter.

　　 "5 pence."

　　The bartender didn't even lift his head. Although it is morning, the bar business is pretty good. There were still many people sitting in front of the bar. On the left of Jenkins was a middle-aged man with glasses. His clothes were a bit shabby, and the strong smell of tobacco choked Jenkins out of breath.

　　 Jenkins handed a crumpled banknote, the bartender held it in his hand, and saw a series of numbers written in pencil on it, nodded at him.

　　 Jenkins turned around and sat down at a remote single table. After a while, the waiter brought the beer. When he left, Jenkins had a black leather bag beside his leg.

　　 "The 2 pounds I spent will not be used to buy bags, right?"

　　 He thought suspiciously.

　　 I originally wanted to use these letters to test who is on 13 Luyin Avenue, Eldron, but now that the church also knows about this, these letters have no effect.

　　 But in line with the principle that money cannot be spent in vain, he still checked some replies a little bit.

　　 A total of 50 letters were sent, and that was 4 days ago. If there is still no reply, there will be no reply.

　　 After counting, 37 people sent back the questionnaire, and the most important one was also there. This is undoubtedly the paper money in the letter played a role.

　　 Jenkins sat on a chair in the dining room and opened the letter from Green Avenue in Eldron. The questionnaire was answered very carefully, not like a perfunctory. If what is said here is the truth, then the person filling in the questionnaire should be a 27-year-old man who is single and unmarried, with an annual income of about 300 pounds, doing ordinary clerical work.

　　 "Are all scammers so honest now?"

　　 Jenkins felt that things went well and it was abnormal, so he suspected that this was because the recipient's level of lying was too high, so he did not see the flaws in it.

　　 The incident should have ended when Jenkins burned these replies, and then this incident never happened. But he shook the envelope and found that the responder at No. 13 Luyin Avenue actually wrote a short message. The message was written on a neat piece of paper, with ugly fonts, but no spelling errors:

　　 [Dear Miss Fabry:

　　 I am very fortunate to be able to participate in your social survey, and thank you for your generosity. I will look forward to your continued letters and hope to get the latest news about your graduation project.

　　Hunter Bell]

　　 "Ah, trouble."

　　 Jenkins clutched his head and whispered.

　　It can be basically confirmed through the judgment of the church. On the 12th, it is the residence of the believers of [Prince of Lies]. However, it has not been confirmed that this is just a transit address, or that the real cultists are hidden. If Jenkins does not reply, the possible cultists may be suspicious, then suspect that they have been tempted, and then run away...