Scott’s male colleague took Roger on a tour of the first floor of 4 Daffodil Street.
There was a living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a washroom.
Of course, there was also the previously mentioned underground storage room and the garden outside.
Roger was very satisfied with this—although there was an extra guest room, considering the overall cost-effectiveness and the possibility of potential guests visiting and staying in the future, it was acceptable.
Finally, after some bargaining with the employee of the “Tingen City Housing Improvement Company,” he successfully rented the floor for 6 Soles per week, plus a 10 pence furniture usage fee.
Of course, he didn’t forget to visit his upstairs neighbor, Mrs.
Wilson, a young wife of a Sailor with two young children, a boy and a girl.
According to Mrs.
Wilson, her husband seemed to be a Sailor serving the Church of Storms, often out at sea, returning once a month in the middle of the month.
“A ‘Sailor’ from the Church of Storms, huh… they do have a lot of ‘Wilsons.'”
Roger secretly mused.
He didn’t have much luggage, only a satchel of documents, valuables, and spiritual materials, so he could essentially move in with just his bag.
The only slightly troublesome part was that it took him nearly two more hours to clean out the underground storage room.
The sound insulation here was excellent, and it was unexpectedly clean, with only some miscellaneous items left by the previous tenant, so cleaning it up wasn’t too much trouble.
Roger moved out and discarded everything he didn’t need, leaving only a wooden table, some candles, and some metal tools like wrenches.
“This can be used as a studio in the future, and even a small altar can be set up here.”
He clapped the dust from his hands, feeling very satisfied.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
Just then, Roger heard a knock on the house’s front door.
“Guests already?”
He speculated as he went upstairs and opened the door.
Standing outside were Klein and Benson, who said they had come specifically to visit their new neighbor.
“Please come in, welcome.”
Roger smiled, stepped aside to invite them in, and then showed them around his new home.
“The layout is similar to ours, so it seems the townhouses on Daffodil Street must all use the same design plan.”
Benson looked around, nodding slightly.
Considering the overall cost of housing development, this was a common design solution in Tingen.
The three chatted for a while about recent current events, including the latest election results of the Loen Kingdom Parliament and the latest news about ironclads, before Klein finally couldn’t hold back, looking at Roger with burning eyes.
Bonwi, your accent doesn’t sound like someone from Tingen City.
May I ask, where are your ancestors from?”
Earlier, at the “Tingen City Housing Improvement Company,” Roger had deliberately formed the number “7” by pinching three fingers together.
In Huaxia, although not all regions use this gesture to represent “7,” compared to most places in the Loen Kingdom where a bent index finger is used for this number, it was already conspicuous enough.
So Roger had anticipated Klein would ask this question to rule out the possibility of him being from outside the Loen Kingdom.
He calmly replied:
“To be honest with you, my hometown is in the east, in the Backlund area, a small town near Pritz Harbor.”
He deliberately emphasized the word “east” when he said it.
Roger believed Klein would be curious about this emphasis.
As expected, the latter immediately showed a thoughtful expression after hearing this, but due to Benson’s presence, he found it inconvenient to ask further.
“It’s getting late.
We’ve bothered you enough for today, Mr.
Bonwi.
Let’s meet again another day.”
Benson glanced at the wall clock and was the first to stand up.
Seeing this, Klein could only temporarily suppress his urge to continue talking with Roger and politely bade him farewell.
“The initial plan has been achieved.
Now, we just need to wait for Klein to become an Beyonder of the Seer pathway, then we can have more opportunities to communicate at the ‘Divination Club.'”
Considering that advancement in the three pathways would deepen Klein’s use of Sefirah Castle’s abilities, he could then find a way to have Klein invite him to join the Tarot Club.
Over the next two days, Roger would find opportunities to train Bandit in various skills, including using the toilet himself and finding food from the cabinet to eat, and so on.
It must be said that cats who have consumed a potion indeed learn very quickly.
Every single thing is thoroughly checked!
Although it still couldn’t speak, the ‘Apprentice’s’ wall-penetrating ability allowed it to avoid many problems faced by cat owners—such as knocking over vases or dishes on the table.
“By the way, today is Saturday.
I can consider taking on some divination commissions at the ‘Divination Club’ and also look for Haynes Vincent.”
Roger ate breakfast, specifically took a shower, dressed up, and after confirming his appearance was fine, he put Bandit on his shoulder and left the house with him.
Angelica.”
Roger greeted the club’s front desk lady, taking off his wide-brimmed fedora with a smile.
“Good morning, Mr.
Bonwi.”
Angelica also greeted him back, then suddenly looked as if she remembered something and said:
“Oh, by the way, didn’t I ask you about my brother last time?
His company received a new investment and has already paid off its debts.”
Her tone was very excited:
“Not only that, the investor helped his product find a new distributor, and a cooperation agreement is expected to be signed very soon.
You are truly an amazing Seer!”
Roger chuckled upon hearing this: “That’s good.
Please say hello to your family for me.
By the way, is Mr.
Haynes Vincent here today?”
“Ah, yes, he’s in the reception room inside, sharing his insights on astrological divination.
You can go in and listen.”
Angelica enthusiastically led Roger, and they arrived at a small hall where many people were seated.
On the podium at the head of the room stood a middle-aged man wearing a black classical robe, with stiff, thick brown hair standing up like a hedgehog.
He was pointing at an astrological chart on the blackboard, explaining knowledge related to planetary symbols.
This was Haynes Vincent.
When Roger walked in, everyone, including Haynes, immediately turned to look at him.
Knowing that this was the “Attention-Seeker” passive ability at work, Roger showed a calm smile, nodded to them, then found an empty seat and sat down to listen to Haynes’s sharing.
Haynes spoke for a while longer, then suddenly said to Roger:
“This gentleman with the cat, I see you also have a Seer’s cufflink.
May I ask if you understand astrological divination?”
“To be honest with you, I understand a little.”
Roger smiled and nodded slightly.
There will be another update later.