Klein tried hard not to show any abnormality, and asked with a genuine curiosity:
What abilities does the ‘Divider’ have?
Your question is not accurate enough. What abilities will you gain after taking the "Divider" potion?Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face facing the red moon, hiding in the shadows, astrology, card divination, spiritual pendulums, spiritual vision and many other things. Of course, it does not mean that you will immediately understand and master them after taking potions. Potions only give you the qualifications and abilities to learn these.
Because of the lack of direct means of fighting against the enemy, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, accordingly, in terms of mystical knowledge, the "Divorcer" will be more knowledgeable and professional than the "Spyker".
It sounds quite in line with my requirements... It is just that the lack of direct means toward the enemy is a bit hesitant... And the Church of the Goddess of the Night is likely to have no subsequent sequence... The Church should refer to the quiet church at the church headquarters... The low-sequence direct means toward the enemy may not be comparable to that of the guns... Klein fell silent, and the balance in his mind swayed left and right, sometimes he was a secret person, sometimes a fortune teller, and as for the corpse collector, he no longer considered it.
Seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled:
Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer Monday morning. No matter which one you want to choose or intend to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions within us Nightkeepers.
Calm down and ask your own soul.
After saying that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, slowly walked over Klein and walked towards the stairs.
Klein didn't say anything, and did not give an answer immediately. He saluted silently and watched silently.
Although he had always hoped to become an extraordinary person before, when opportunities really came before him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of sequences afterwards, the various out of control of the extraordinary person, the credibility of the diary of Emperor Rossell, and the illusory whispers that made people crazy and degenerate, mixed together into a swamp that hindered their progress.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
A student who is comparable to a good or bad college entrance examination application is filled out... Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay on the bed.
He lay there, his eyes open, quietly watching the lightly blushed bottom of the upper bed.
The drunk man staggered past the window, and a carriage was driving rapidly on the empty street in the distance. This noise did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but instead made it more distant and deeper.
Klein's emotions settled down, and he remembered the past on earth, the father who likes to exercise and always speaks loudly, the mother who has chronic diseases but likes to be busy with herself, the best friends who grew up together, from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong games, and the failed confession object who has blurred his appearance... These are like quiet rivers, with few ripples, not too deep sadness, but silently flooding the soul.
Perhaps only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. When the crimson fades, the sky burns, and the golden yellow appears, Klein has made a choice.
…………
Before he woke up in the morning, Klein felt a soft wriggle wrapped around his huge roots. A warm little meat worm was playing around and moving his round mushroom turtle head, licking his urethra from time to time. Klein knew it. Without even opening his eyes, he reached out to hold the little head that was fighting, relaxing the crumbling sperm gate. The semen that had been silent for a night violently poured into her fragrant mouth and thin throat. The glans pressed against her soft and soft flesh between her throat, and continued to penetrate deeper along the esophagus.
Klein opened his eyes and saw Melissa's cheeks flushing, and she was opening her mouth wide and trying to adapt to the depth of the giant root. The dragon root was still exploring inside, and the ejaculation of semen seemed to fill her esophagus, and it was still gushing out.
Melissa's snout was buried in the black forest under Klein's crotch, and the fishy smell of male semen made her feel excited.
At this time, the underwear was soaked in the honey juice secreted from the slits of the lower body.
Seeing Melissa rolling her eyes at the limit, Klein finally stopped going further and slowly pulled her big dick out of her thin lips. When she pulled it out, the meat turtle as big as a goose egg stuck at Melissa's small bullet hole. She had to spend some more time to spit out the stick. And as the cock was pulled out, Melissa accidentally vomited out the big mouth of white turbid dragon, but as soon as she reached her mouth, she closed her pink little mouth hard and swallowed it all.
After swallowing all the semen, Melissa finally opened her mouth and smiled at Klein. While smiling, her tongue circling between her white teeth as if she was seeking credit for him, and she swallowed the liquid without leaving a drop.
Good morning, brother!
morning.
He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face to make himself energetic, then took 1 Suer's note and went to Mrs. Wendy to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9p to replenish the staple food he had eaten last night.
The price of bread began to stabilize... After breakfast, Benson made a comment while changing his clothes.
It's Sunday and he and Melissa finally get a chance to rest.
Klein, who had been dressed in formal clothes, sat on the chair, looked through the expired newspapers he brought back yesterday, and said surprisingly:
There are advertisements for renting houses here: No. 3 Wendell Street, North District, a single-family house, a total of two floors, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room... Outside the house, there is 2 acres of private lawn in front, and a small garden behind it, which can be rented for one year, two years or three years, with a weekly rent of 1 pound 6 Suller. Interested people are asked to go to No. 16 Champagne Street to find Mr. Gushoff.
This is our future goal.Benson wore a black half-tall hat and said with a smile that the rents in the newspapers were high, and the ‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ had a cheaper option and no worse than them.
Why not go to the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association?Melissa, holding the worn gauze hat in her hand, changed a few times to sew it, but still had the most outspoken gray-white light long skirt, walked out of the compartment.
She is quiet and restrained, but she can't hide the breath of youth.
Benson laughed:
Who did you hear of the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association?Jenny?Mrs. Rochelle?Or is your good friend Selena?
Melissa glanced at the side and replied in a low voice:
Mrs. Rochelle…When she was washing up last night, she happened to meet her. She asked about Klein’s interview situation. I probably said something, and then she suggested to find the ‘Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association’.
Seeing that Klein was also confused, Benson shook his head with a smile:
This is a housing association for the poor, uh, accurately describes it as a lower class of people. The houses they built and renovated are basically public bathroom types, and only offer three options, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-bedroom. Do you want to continue living in similar places?
‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ has the same business as them, but it also provides opportunities for middle and lower classes to choose. To be honest, we are a little better than middle and lower classes now, but worse than the real middle class. It is not a problem with salary, but mainly due to the lack of accumulated time.
Klein understood, put away the newspaper, took the hat, stood up and said:
Then let's go.
I remember that the ‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ is on Daffodil Street.Benson said as he opened the door, they were called 'five percent charity', just like the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association. Do you know what it is?
have no idea.Klein lifted his cane and walked to Melissa's side.
The girl with soft black hair draped to the vest also nodded.
Benson walks outward:
This kind of housing-improving association and company was established by Beckland. They have three channels of funds. One is to raise funds from charitable funds, the other is to obtain high-quality loans with an annual interest rate of only 4% from the government's public affairs loan specialist, and the third is to accept commercial investments and collect a certain rent, giving the other party a return of 5% every year, so it is called '5% charity'.
Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, and the brother and sister went down the stairs and walked slowly towards Narcissus Street. They planned to find the house before they found the current landlord Mr. Franky, so as not to move in there and have to move out.
I heard Selena say that there is still the pure charity to improve housing companies?Melissa said as if thinking.
Benson laughed:
Some of the 'Deville Trust' established by Sir Deville donations is that he built apartments for the working class and provided special property management, but only charged quite low rent, but the requirements are very strict.
It sounds like you don't like it very much?Klein noticed it keenly and asked with a smile.
No, I respect Sir Deville very much, but I think he certainly doesn't know what life is like for the real poor, his apartment needs to be like the hope given by a pastor, it's too unrealistic, for example, the main vaccine must be received, the bathroom must be cleaned in turn, the house cannot be subleted or used for business, the garbage cannot be littered, the children cannot be allowed to play in the corridor, Goddess Ah, does he hope to turn everyone into a gentleman and a lady?Benson answered in his usual tone.
Klein frowned in confusion:
It sounds like there is no problem, it is a good requirement.
Um.Melissa nodded in agreement.
Benson turned his head, glanced at them, and laughed:
Maybe I protected you so well that I had never really seen the lives of the poor.Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccine?Free charitable medical organizations can queue up until three months later.
Do you think their work is stable and not temporary?If you cannot share the house for rent, you will charge a certain fee and move out again when you are unemployed?Moreover, many ladies help people sew clothes and paste matchboxes at home to make a living. This is a commercial application. Should they all be driven out?
Most poor people are trying their best to make a living. Do you think they have free time to discipline their children and tell them not to play in the corridor?Maybe they can only be locked in the house, and when they are seven or eight years old, they will be sent to a place where they are willing to accept child labor.
Benson described it with little adjectives, and Klein felt a little creepy.
Is this the life of the lower class people?
Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence, and after a long time, she said in a misty tone:
After moving to the street, Jenny was unwilling to let me go to her house to find her...
I hope her father can come out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable job again, but I have seen too many drunks who have numb themselves with alcohol from now on... Benson sneered heavily in a tone.
Klein didn't know what to say, Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company.
The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with a kind smile, not wearing formal clothes, no hat, white shirt, and black vest.
You can call me Scarter. I wonder what kind of house you need?He glanced at Klein's silver-clad cane and smiled warmer.
Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and signaled him to answer.
Benson spoke very directly:
Townhouses.
Scarter flipped through the documents and files in his hand, and said:
There are five places that have not been rented out yet. To be honest, we are more about real housing difficulties, six, eight, or even ten, twelve laborers and their children crowded in a room. There are not many houses in the townhouse, one is at No. 2 Daffodil Street, one is in the North District, and the other is in the East District... The weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 Sule, you can check out the specific introduction.
He pushed the documents in his hands to Benson, Klein and Melissa.
After browsing, the three brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a certain position on the paper.
Let’s first look at No. 2 Daffodil Street.Benson spoke, Klein and Melissa followed and nodded.
This neighborhood is barely considered a familiar area for them.
What abilities does the ‘Divider’ have?
Your question is not accurate enough. What abilities will you gain after taking the "Divider" potion?Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face facing the red moon, hiding in the shadows, astrology, card divination, spiritual pendulums, spiritual vision and many other things. Of course, it does not mean that you will immediately understand and master them after taking potions. Potions only give you the qualifications and abilities to learn these.
Because of the lack of direct means of fighting against the enemy, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounters at all. Therefore, accordingly, in terms of mystical knowledge, the "Divorcer" will be more knowledgeable and professional than the "Spyker".
It sounds quite in line with my requirements... It is just that the lack of direct means toward the enemy is a bit hesitant... And the Church of the Goddess of the Night is likely to have no subsequent sequence... The Church should refer to the quiet church at the church headquarters... The low-sequence direct means toward the enemy may not be comparable to that of the guns... Klein fell silent, and the balance in his mind swayed left and right, sometimes he was a secret person, sometimes a fortune teller, and as for the corpse collector, he no longer considered it.
Seeing this, Dunn Smith smiled:
Don't rush to choose, tell me the answer Monday morning. No matter which one you want to choose or intend to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions within us Nightkeepers.
Calm down and ask your own soul.
After saying that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, slowly walked over Klein and walked towards the stairs.
Klein didn't say anything, and did not give an answer immediately. He saluted silently and watched silently.
Although he had always hoped to become an extraordinary person before, when opportunities really came before him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of sequences afterwards, the various out of control of the extraordinary person, the credibility of the diary of Emperor Rossell, and the illusory whispers that made people crazy and degenerate, mixed together into a swamp that hindered their progress.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
A student who is comparable to a good or bad college entrance examination application is filled out... Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay on the bed.
He lay there, his eyes open, quietly watching the lightly blushed bottom of the upper bed.
The drunk man staggered past the window, and a carriage was driving rapidly on the empty street in the distance. This noise did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but instead made it more distant and deeper.
Klein's emotions settled down, and he remembered the past on earth, the father who likes to exercise and always speaks loudly, the mother who has chronic diseases but likes to be busy with herself, the best friends who grew up together, from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong games, and the failed confession object who has blurred his appearance... These are like quiet rivers, with few ripples, not too deep sadness, but silently flooding the soul.
Perhaps only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it. When the crimson fades, the sky burns, and the golden yellow appears, Klein has made a choice.
…………
Before he woke up in the morning, Klein felt a soft wriggle wrapped around his huge roots. A warm little meat worm was playing around and moving his round mushroom turtle head, licking his urethra from time to time. Klein knew it. Without even opening his eyes, he reached out to hold the little head that was fighting, relaxing the crumbling sperm gate. The semen that had been silent for a night violently poured into her fragrant mouth and thin throat. The glans pressed against her soft and soft flesh between her throat, and continued to penetrate deeper along the esophagus.
Klein opened his eyes and saw Melissa's cheeks flushing, and she was opening her mouth wide and trying to adapt to the depth of the giant root. The dragon root was still exploring inside, and the ejaculation of semen seemed to fill her esophagus, and it was still gushing out.
Melissa's snout was buried in the black forest under Klein's crotch, and the fishy smell of male semen made her feel excited.
At this time, the underwear was soaked in the honey juice secreted from the slits of the lower body.
Seeing Melissa rolling her eyes at the limit, Klein finally stopped going further and slowly pulled her big dick out of her thin lips. When she pulled it out, the meat turtle as big as a goose egg stuck at Melissa's small bullet hole. She had to spend some more time to spit out the stick. And as the cock was pulled out, Melissa accidentally vomited out the big mouth of white turbid dragon, but as soon as she reached her mouth, she closed her pink little mouth hard and swallowed it all.
After swallowing all the semen, Melissa finally opened her mouth and smiled at Klein. While smiling, her tongue circling between her white teeth as if she was seeking credit for him, and she swallowed the liquid without leaving a drop.
Good morning, brother!
morning.
He got up and went to the public bathroom to wash his face to make himself energetic, then took 1 Suer's note and went to Mrs. Wendy to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9p to replenish the staple food he had eaten last night.
The price of bread began to stabilize... After breakfast, Benson made a comment while changing his clothes.
It's Sunday and he and Melissa finally get a chance to rest.
Klein, who had been dressed in formal clothes, sat on the chair, looked through the expired newspapers he brought back yesterday, and said surprisingly:
There are advertisements for renting houses here: No. 3 Wendell Street, North District, a single-family house, a total of two floors, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a dining room downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room... Outside the house, there is 2 acres of private lawn in front, and a small garden behind it, which can be rented for one year, two years or three years, with a weekly rent of 1 pound 6 Suller. Interested people are asked to go to No. 16 Champagne Street to find Mr. Gushoff.
This is our future goal.Benson wore a black half-tall hat and said with a smile that the rents in the newspapers were high, and the ‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ had a cheaper option and no worse than them.
Why not go to the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association?Melissa, holding the worn gauze hat in her hand, changed a few times to sew it, but still had the most outspoken gray-white light long skirt, walked out of the compartment.
She is quiet and restrained, but she can't hide the breath of youth.
Benson laughed:
Who did you hear of the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association?Jenny?Mrs. Rochelle?Or is your good friend Selena?
Melissa glanced at the side and replied in a low voice:
Mrs. Rochelle…When she was washing up last night, she happened to meet her. She asked about Klein’s interview situation. I probably said something, and then she suggested to find the ‘Tingen Labor Class Housing Improvement Association’.
Seeing that Klein was also confused, Benson shook his head with a smile:
This is a housing association for the poor, uh, accurately describes it as a lower class of people. The houses they built and renovated are basically public bathroom types, and only offer three options, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-bedroom. Do you want to continue living in similar places?
‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ has the same business as them, but it also provides opportunities for middle and lower classes to choose. To be honest, we are a little better than middle and lower classes now, but worse than the real middle class. It is not a problem with salary, but mainly due to the lack of accumulated time.
Klein understood, put away the newspaper, took the hat, stood up and said:
Then let's go.
I remember that the ‘Tingen City Housing Improvement Company’ is on Daffodil Street.Benson said as he opened the door, they were called 'five percent charity', just like the Tingen Working Class Housing Improvement Association. Do you know what it is?
have no idea.Klein lifted his cane and walked to Melissa's side.
The girl with soft black hair draped to the vest also nodded.
Benson walks outward:
This kind of housing-improving association and company was established by Beckland. They have three channels of funds. One is to raise funds from charitable funds, the other is to obtain high-quality loans with an annual interest rate of only 4% from the government's public affairs loan specialist, and the third is to accept commercial investments and collect a certain rent, giving the other party a return of 5% every year, so it is called '5% charity'.
Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, and the brother and sister went down the stairs and walked slowly towards Narcissus Street. They planned to find the house before they found the current landlord Mr. Franky, so as not to move in there and have to move out.
I heard Selena say that there is still the pure charity to improve housing companies?Melissa said as if thinking.
Benson laughed:
Some of the 'Deville Trust' established by Sir Deville donations is that he built apartments for the working class and provided special property management, but only charged quite low rent, but the requirements are very strict.
It sounds like you don't like it very much?Klein noticed it keenly and asked with a smile.
No, I respect Sir Deville very much, but I think he certainly doesn't know what life is like for the real poor, his apartment needs to be like the hope given by a pastor, it's too unrealistic, for example, the main vaccine must be received, the bathroom must be cleaned in turn, the house cannot be subleted or used for business, the garbage cannot be littered, the children cannot be allowed to play in the corridor, Goddess Ah, does he hope to turn everyone into a gentleman and a lady?Benson answered in his usual tone.
Klein frowned in confusion:
It sounds like there is no problem, it is a good requirement.
Um.Melissa nodded in agreement.
Benson turned his head, glanced at them, and laughed:
Maybe I protected you so well that I had never really seen the lives of the poor.Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccine?Free charitable medical organizations can queue up until three months later.
Do you think their work is stable and not temporary?If you cannot share the house for rent, you will charge a certain fee and move out again when you are unemployed?Moreover, many ladies help people sew clothes and paste matchboxes at home to make a living. This is a commercial application. Should they all be driven out?
Most poor people are trying their best to make a living. Do you think they have free time to discipline their children and tell them not to play in the corridor?Maybe they can only be locked in the house, and when they are seven or eight years old, they will be sent to a place where they are willing to accept child labor.
Benson described it with little adjectives, and Klein felt a little creepy.
Is this the life of the lower class people?
Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence, and after a long time, she said in a misty tone:
After moving to the street, Jenny was unwilling to let me go to her house to find her...
I hope her father can come out of the shadow of his injury and find a stable job again, but I have seen too many drunks who have numb themselves with alcohol from now on... Benson sneered heavily in a tone.
Klein didn't know what to say, Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters walked to Daffodil Street in silence and found the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company.
The person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged man with a kind smile, not wearing formal clothes, no hat, white shirt, and black vest.
You can call me Scarter. I wonder what kind of house you need?He glanced at Klein's silver-clad cane and smiled warmer.
Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and signaled him to answer.
Benson spoke very directly:
Townhouses.
Scarter flipped through the documents and files in his hand, and said:
There are five places that have not been rented out yet. To be honest, we are more about real housing difficulties, six, eight, or even ten, twelve laborers and their children crowded in a room. There are not many houses in the townhouse, one is at No. 2 Daffodil Street, one is in the North District, and the other is in the East District... The weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 Sule, you can check out the specific introduction.
He pushed the documents in his hands to Benson, Klein and Melissa.
After browsing, the three brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a certain position on the paper.
Let’s first look at No. 2 Daffodil Street.Benson spoke, Klein and Melissa followed and nodded.
This neighborhood is barely considered a familiar area for them.
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