Klein did not choose to go in immediately, but picked up the strange letter and began to make his own attempt.

He took this letter and walked away from home.

Sure enough, when he came to another nearby neighborhood, the letter in his hand disappeared without warning, and was replaced by a crumpled "Tingen City Honest Newspaper", which happened to have a certain department store printed on it.

The event was promoted, and the date was a day two weeks ago.

Klein then returned to his home, opened the mailbox, saw the familiar letter again, took it out, and headed in another direction.

After going back and forth like this several times, based on his own steps, Klein initially determined the limit distance for the letter to "disappear" and return to his mailbox.

It's about one thousand meters.

But understanding the "automatic return distance" of the letter did not help. On the contrary, whenever he approached the limit distance of one thousand meters, Klein would tap the center of his eyebrows to activate his spiritual vision, trying to figure out the "teleportation and disappearance" of the letter.

The truth, but every attempt ended in failure.

Within the scope of his spiritual vision, there was no abnormality, and he could not see any "porters" that might exist. There were only black letters that suddenly disappeared, and junk advertisements that randomly appeared in his hand.

In addition to expired circus posters and last week's department store discount promotions, one thing that appeared in Klein's hands was even the "Rosen Folk Herbal Shop" whose name he had only heard of in the afternoon.

The words on it made the herbal shop's main product—a certain powder that was said to be highly sought after among the nobles—so hyped that Klein couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Finally, when he looked at the price, it was a full 10 pounds, so he cursed at the money and put the rubbish advertisement back in his pocket.

...There is no other way. There are no public trash cans on the streets of Tingen City. He is embarrassed to litter, so he can only put these rags in his pocket and prepare to go back and throw them into the wastebasket in his room.

...I'm really not interested in that disgusting strange powder! He swears!

When Klein finally finished handling the strange letter at a suitable distance and returned to the door, he was exhausted.

If there was a step count ranking list in this world, I would definitely be able to reach the first place today...

Klein lamented in his heart and wordlessly raised his hand to touch his empty stomach, feeling that he was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

It was a pity that this kind of thing would not appear on his dining table, so he could only pray that Melissa or Benson left some leftovers for him, which he could eat after just heating them up for a while.

Otherwise, he would still have to cook with a growling stomach... which would be too miserable.

After taking out the key and opening the door, Klein feebly greeted Benson and Melissa in the living room, then took off his shoes and moved to the kitchen step by step.

Bread, thick soup, stew... He silently recalled Benson's cooking skills, and finally decided to give up describing it, as long as he could eat enough.

"Klein, when you finish eating, remember to come over."

He heard Melissa ordering from outside the kitchen.

After almost devouring the leftovers and bread in the kitchen, Klein washed the pots and dishes, wiped his hands and face with some satisfaction, and finally felt like he was alive again.

Alas, it would be even more perfect if we could have a cup of Mrs. Wendy's sweet iced tea after the meal——

Klein, who is a sweetheart at heart, thought with regret.

Back in the living room, the duo of Benson and Melissa were still focused on their studies. They did not see the figure of the witch lady. Klein walked to his sister's side with some certainty in mind.

"Melissa, what's wrong?"

"For you."

Melissa seemed to be focusing on a certain exercise assigned by the school, and gestured in the direction of the other side of the dining table without raising her head.

Klein had noticed the paper bag on the table earlier. Hearing what Melissa said, he was not polite. He smiled and went to open it. He was soon surprised to find that it was a beautifully packaged Intis-style dessert.

, the shell cake seems to come with a drink next to it.

But before he had time to thank Melissa for her rare thoughtfulness, the smile on Klein's face could not help but freeze.

"Miss Alice brought snacks back today. Benson and I have already eaten. She brought this to you."

After Melissa finished sketching the last punctuation point of the solution in the exercise book, she put down the pen and turned to look at Klein, who looked a little dull.

"Ah...oh! She, she's back?" Klein was half a beat too slow and his reply was wrong.

Melissa looked at him suspiciously, feeling that something seemed a little off about Klein today. But she still had to say what needed to be said, otherwise her stupid brother would not be able to gain the initiative in the relationship with his stupid brother!

Melissa made up her mind, beckoned him to sit across from her, and at the same time closed the exercise book in her hand, her young face full of seriousness.

"Kleon, you were not here during dinner today, so I don't know-"

Listening to Melissa's speech, Klein subconsciously became nervous.

"Miss Alice said that she found a job and the salary was pretty good. Today is her first day at work, and the tips she got are enough to support the expenses of three snacks and drinks..."

……ah?

Klein was a little dumbfounded, suspecting that he heard it wrong, or that he was deaf at a young age.

Who? Got a job?

Alice?! That witch?!!

"Klein? Are you listening?" Melissa saw that he seemed to be in a fugue, so she couldn't help but stop her narration and looked at him with a little worry, "...Are you too tired from work? How about you take a good rest tomorrow?

Now, let’s talk about this matter again.”

Tomorrow? How about that? Any change about the witch Alice may lead to unpredictable consequences!

Besides, can the Happy Witch find any job and play the role of giving people happiness...

Forcibly stopping the increasingly strange imagination in his mind, Klein cheered up and said with a forced smile:

"No, I'm fine. Just keep talking. Alice goes out to work... This is a good thing."

At least she has a normal source of income, and he has the courage to ask for food and accommodation fees from this witch who lives and eats.

As for whether you can ask for it or not, it depends on the situation.

"... Or is there something wrong with her job?"

Seeing his sister Melissa's expression of hesitation, Klein could only consider this direction.

...Is it really the kind of job he thinks that is not suitable for a job that is explained in detail in a work for all ages?

"No, the problem... can't be discussed." Melissa shook her head and exhaled slowly, "It's a very good job. The working hours are from 10 am to 6 pm, every day.

There are three days off in the week, and the weekly salary is 2 pounds 10 sole. If you include the tips from the guests, it will be more..."

Working four days a week, you can earn 2 pounds 10 sole, plus tips...

With the rough impression in his mind, Klein quickly estimated the price of the shell cake and drinks in the paper bag, and then multiplied it by three.

Hiss, this income seems to be higher than his weekly salary of 3 pounds? And although the working hours are slightly longer than him, he can only take one day off per week...

Klein pretended that he was not envious, took out the desserts and drinks from the paper bag, and asked at the same time:

"Well, that's good, so Melissa, what do you want to say?"

"...Miss Alice's job is indeed a good job, but...her employer is not that good." Melissa seemed a little embarrassed, and then asked Klein, "Do you know Sir De Vere?

?”

"Sir De Vere? The one I mentioned before, who created the 'Trust Company' to provide low-cost rental housing for lower-class workers?"

Since he had made considerable preparations when renting a house, Klein immediately remembered this name - of course, this also included the reason why he and Old Neil found each other's wallet together a few days ago.

For now, he still has a certain degree of recognition for this charitable gentleman.

The 30 pounds that the other party generously gave to Old Neil is a very good proof.

Melissa said:

"Of course, I know you want to ask, that is a good gentleman, we don't need to worry about Miss Alice, right... But Sir Deville's charity and kindness cannot prove that Sir's only child also inherited these

Beautiful quality!”

"...Her employer is Little Deville?"

Klein, who was about to swallow the bite of cake in his mouth, was stunned when he heard this.

At this time, Benson, who seemed to be sitting on the sofa and reading accounting books carefully, couldn't help but join in the conversation. He coughed lightly and began to explain:

"Ms. Danitaly Deville, the only daughter of the good Lord, runs a cafe for middle-class consumption... Of course, Melissa's statement is somewhat exaggerated. I personally think that to that extent

It does not lead to moral corruption..."

"If something similar happened to Miss Alice, Benson, would you make the same comment?"

Melissa shook her head, looking like she didn't quite agree with Benson's opinion.

Benson seemed to be speechless for a moment, and after a while he touched his forehead and replied:

"That, that's different... at least, at least Ms. Danitaly never forces others, whether they are in relationships or otherwise, those girls are all voluntary."

"Then why don't you mention that Ms. Deville has had seven girlfriends from January this year to now?" Melissa raised an objection.

"This can only mean that she is more sentimental... This shouldn't be a big deal among those who come from rich families, right? It's better than those curly-haired baboons who only squander money... No, those who just squander the money..."

People who know about extravagance are worse than curly-haired baboons! ...Wait, Melissa, how do you know so well? Even Ms. Danitaly knows how many girlfriends she has had from the beginning of the year to now?"

"It's not that I don't know, it's Selena. Apart from the occult knowledge, she is also interested in the tidbits of these 'upper class people'."

…

During the disagreement between Benson and Melissa, Klein took a sip of the sweet ice tea drink, pinched his brows, and searched for similar keywords from the memory fragments of the original owner.
To be continued...