4 Welcome home
"Oh, Little Klein, has Benson come back yet?" Wendy asked, smiling.
"He will still need a few days." Klein answered vaguely.
Wendy grabbed the rye bread while sighing.
"He is a very hardworking guy and he will have a good wife."
Speaking of this, her mouth rose, laughing slightly and mischievously.
"Now that you have graduated, our Hoey University History student. Well, you will soon start to make money. So you should not live in such an apartment any longer. At least, you should get a place with individual bathrooms."
"Mrs. Smyrin, you are like a young and lively lady today." Klein could only respond with a dry chuckle.
Well that will be possible if I take interview. But if this time I don't take interview and become a professor in university then I can choose another pathway.
The only option I have is door I can't choose error. I can create charm for fool pathway I remember their corresponding symbols.
Let's first enter in safirah castle. Hmm I am saying some high corruption terms but I didn't feel any problems. Is this related to time travel.
Kleinwas in thought noticed she had loaded 16 pieces of dark rye bread which klein had weighed into the dark brown large paper bags that he brought along.
"9 pence."
Each rye bread weighed about 0.5 pounds and small deviations were inevitable.
"9 pence, didn't you asked for 11 pence two days ago?" asked Klein, subconsciously.
Last month it was 15 pence.
After receiving three copper pennies as change and stuffing them into the trousers pockets, he took the paper bag containing the pieces of bread and walked towards the "Lettuce and Meat" market across the street. He would try to obtain the meat for his sister's stew mutton with peas.
There was a municipal square at the intersection of the Iron Cross Street and the Daffodil Street. At this time, there were a number of tents being set up. There were clowns with funny costumes distributing leaflets.
[Tomorrow evening, circus performance?] Klein glanced at the flyers in the hands of others and whispered the contents
Let's ignore them this time. Klein ignored them. Klein soon put this matter behind his mind. He spent 7 pence on the "Lettuce and Meat" market and bought a pound of average quality mutton. He also bought the grocery items such as green peas, cabbage, onions, and potatoes. Together with the bread, he had spent 25 copper pennies or 2 sule 1 penny.
"The money is used so quickly, poor Benson…" klein had not only finished the two notes he brought but also a penny from his own pocket too.
After sighing, he stopped thinking about it and hurried back home.
[With the staple food, I can carry out the luck conversion ritual!]
After coming home. He finally took out the four loaves
of rye bread. He placed one in the corner where the coal stove
was originally, one at the bottom inner side of the dress mirror,
one at the top of the cupboard where two walls met, and one at
the right side of the study table where miscellaneous items
were kept.
With a deep breath, klein came to the center of the
room and spent a few minutes to calm himself. Then, he took a
solemn step forward and went in a counter-clockwise direction
in the shape of a square.
When he took the first step, he chanted in a low whisper,
"Blessings Stem From The Immortal Lord of Heaven and Earth."
The second step, he sincerely chanted, "Blessings Stem From
The Sky Lord of Heaven and Earth."
The third step, klein breathed out a whisper.
"Blessings Stem From The Exalted Thearch of Heaven and
Earth."
At the fourth step, he spat out a foul breath and meditated in
concentration. "Blessings Stem From The Celestial Worthy of
Heaven and Earth."
When he returned back to the original spot, Klein
closed his eyes and waited in his place for an outcome. He had
some anticipation in him, some unease, some hope, and some
fear.
Could he make it back?
Was there going to be any effect?
Could there be some unexpected situation?
The unknown in front of him was tainted with the crimson
light of hope. It succeed.
Immediately after, a low whisper could be heard beside his
ears that sounded at times real, at times sharp, at times
imaginary, at times alluring, at times maniacal, and at times
crazy.
He clearly did not understand the murmuring that went on, but
Klein still couldn't help himself from wanting to
listen to it and distinguish what it was saying.
His head was in pain again. It was so painful that it felt like
someone had stuck a steel drill rod into it.
Klein only felt like his head was going to explode. His
thoughts were filled with a psychedelic of colors.
He could no longer bear with it. Just as his mind was going to
break, the murmuring of voices faded away and his
surroundings became very quiet. The mood was an erratic one.
It was not only the mood; klein felt his own body
going through the same sensations as well.
He tried once more to open his eyes, an extremely easy task
this time.
A gray fog appeared over his eyes—haziness, vague, and
endless.
He feel like he came his home. He whispered in weak voice, "welcome home."
