Things did not always go as people wished, and often not even as gods wished. Even a carefree Sefirah spirit occasionally fretted over little trifles.
Like Gold Pounds, Gold Pounds, and more Gold Pounds.
Lin Chuan had previously borrowed fifteen pounds from Old Neil. Based on Klein's thoughts when renewing his gas supply, fifteen pounds had roughly the purchasing power of twelve thousand RMB in the old era, or even more if the original novel was taken into account.
But... walking down the street in robes and a pointed soft hat matching Amon's would look very strange. Not only did he risk being treated as a suspicious character or sending the churches into a frenzy, but it also looked pretty damn stupid.
Even Amon's avatars outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods disguised themselves as ordinary passersby. Walking around in that outfit was simply too conspicuous.
So, following the principle that money was there to be spent, Lin Chuan decided to visit Wilker's Clothing and Hat Shop, where Klein had bought his first cane, and get himself some new clothes.
Of course, there were also the indispensable top hat, bow tie, shirt, trousers, waistcoat... He did not buy a cane or formal tailcoat. They did not suit his tastes-or rather, formalwear of even slightly decent quality was too expensive.
Instead, he chose a sleek black Gold-Trimmed Thin Windbreaker with a few extra alterations, then bought a watch chain, a pocket watch, a wallet, and so on...
Clothing and food cost him nine pounds and seven soli, and he casually gave Klein another five pounds, leaving Lin Chuan with just thirteen soli in his wallet. Compared to before, he was practically destitute.
"So," Lin Chuan said, patting Mr. Z on the shoulder as he prepared to get some money from his