"Hillston District, 7th Avenue..."
Lorry silently noted down the address, dusted off the envelope again, and pulled out five banknotes bearing the likenesses of the "Founder" and the "Protector," William I.
Their face value was 10 pounds, the largest denomination in the kingdom's monetary system.
"Wait, no, let's make it tomorrow; I'll mail Roselle's Diary to Fors." He looked up at the red moon for a moment and immediately changed his mind.
Instantly, his gaze shifted to the banknotes in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
"My savings have reached 580 pounds. If I count the manuscript fees from the underground publishing house during this period, it might even exceed 600 pounds.
"And the newspapers say a decent house in Hillston District asks for around 2,500 pounds, so this money is infinitely close to a quarter of that.
"What a pity... A stable life is always nothing more than a mirage in a dream.
"You never truly know whether tomorrow or an accident will arrive first..." Recalling today's events, Lorry couldn't help feeling somewhat dispirited again.
He had thought everything was over, but he hadn't expected that a fog was still hidden behind that baron. Fortunately, however, someone had voluntarily taken this matter over, and he could finally have a rare moment of ease.
He sighed and walked toward the study on the second floor.
Tonight's plan was to study the mysticism notes of the old gentleman from the Eye of Wisdom.
Throughout the entirety of Saturday, apart from going out for meals and mailing Roselle's Diary, Lorry obediently stayed at home the rest of the time:
Contemplating and creating the subsequent plot for Young Roselle, or intensively catching up on the basics of mysticism and researching new ritual magic.
Sunday morning was much the