31 Mink Street, 2nd Floor of Frank Apartments!

Venason looked at Erin's scrutinizing eyes and touched his cheek unnaturally, this is an action left over from the original owner, he could have done it at all, but he was afraid of being detected by Erin, after all, the current Venason is very different from the original Venasson.

Well, keep the original owner's movements properly so that they don't arouse suspicion and thus avoid unnecessary trouble.

Venason touched it, and he suddenly realized that he was using his left hand with a bronze ring, but it was too late, because Irene's eyes were already on it.

"Venason, you don't have to wear this ring all the time, it's not pretty."

"I know you miss your father and mother, and I miss them, but people always have to move forward, in addition to your parents, you and me, Miss and Gropius, we are all family."

Family......

Vinathan's mind blurred, and he recalled one of the memory fragments.

Seven years ago, Jason van der Rohe went to an ancient temple in the chaotic sea of the northern ocean to do archaeology, and he returned without valuables, but only took the strangely shaped ring from his suitcase.

In Venason's memory, the ring was not elegant in color, with intricate patterns and mysterious symbols carved on it.

It was not known exactly who it belonged to, but Jason could only vaguely surmise that it was a product of the Tertiary Catastrophe, and that the ring was one of the few relics after his death.

Memory fragments flashed, and Venason frowned slightly.

But the ring on my hand was brought by me when I crossed over, and it wasn't the one before, and it didn't even look the same.

Or is this what this ring originally looked like, and I had a memory bias due to time travel, or was it confusion?

No, no, my memory is not going to be confused.

Wait, I see, this should be caused by the hidden power in the ring, which makes the people who have seen overlap with the same things, thus tampering with memories and cognitions silently, a bit similar to the meaning of overlapping reality in dreams, they affect and interfere with each other, so as to achieve the effect of stealth substitution.

That's why Erin thinks that this ring is the one Jason brought back, because in her eyes, the image of the ring on my hand is actually the same as the image of the previous ring, but in fact they are not the same.

This explains why last night, the night watchman did not notice that the ring I was wearing was identical to the sketch on the portrait.

Maybe in their eyes, the ring on my hand is something else, and if you are bolder, let alone the ring, there is nothing at all.

I have to sigh, what a magical power......

"Sister I know, I'm actually used to wearing this ring, of course, I've always relied on you and my brothers, and I've always wanted to do something for you to reduce the burden on the family."

Venason said as he put his mind at ease, at least this ring didn't do anything in front of other people, but just subtly let outsiders overlap it with other things, which is not a very bad change, it is completely acceptable.

"You work hard to get into the university and change the future fate of your family, this is the biggest help to us, there is still a week to go, the Hurston Academy of Fine Arts will start a new entrance exam, Wienerson, come on!"

"Hmm... Yes... Ah, the exam? ”

"Yes, exams!"

Venason was a little skeptical that he had misheard, but after carefully calculating the time, next week would indeed be the entrance exam for the university, and it would be the second big exam of his life.

Erin withdrew the yellow crystal, she stretched out her slender palm, gently stroked Venasson's forehead, and then lowered her head and kissed it:

"Don't worry about Vinason, you'll make it."

Erin's kiss-like encouragement made Venason stunned for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond, and he didn't expect the world's encouragement to be so special, he could only smile back in embarrassment but politeness.

"Alright, it's time for me to go to work, there's breakfast in the cupboard, it's brown bread and shepherd's soup."

"Okay sister, I'll eat." Venason replied softly.

"Well, now is the time for you to grow your body, so I shouldn't need to say anything more about the rest of the story."

After Erin finished speaking, she took a deep look at her youngest brother, turned and walked to the door, and the moment she pulled the door out, she suddenly stopped.

Erin: Is there anything else you have to say?

But then again, I shouldn't be too small, so it makes me feel like I'm not doing anything, the illusion of being the first to eat?

Venason shook his head and scolded himself, and his guess was accurate enough, and sure enough, in the next second, Erin turned around and told again.

"I almost forgot to mention it, today is Friday, Mies and Gropius will come back from the port of Prydze, Venasson, you will need to buy some lamb and brown bread, they are tired at the dock for two weeks, they should make up for it, and you, too, need to make up for the upcoming university exams."

"Okay, okay."

Vinason replied softly, as he mentally memorized the words "Friday" and "two weeks."

In the continent of Fidras, the year is divided into twelve months, and the week is also divided into seven days, but unlike Earth, here there are three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, and the New Year coincides with the last day of the year.

Of course, the determination and replacement of this date is recorded in the creation myths, which were created by Gaia, the mother of the earth goddess, who is also the mother of the legendary dragons, giants, elves, and other ancient gods.

I can assure you that Gaia, the Mother Earth goddess, is an ancient deity who is afraid of trouble, or has obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise she would not have been able to even prescribe the order of the old and the new.

Thinking about it, Erin took a step forward, she took out three banknotes-like things from her handbag, handed them over, and said:

"I bought the lamb from Uncle Courtman's house, and his lamb was not only fresh, but it was two pence cheaper than the others."

"Remember, it's Uncle Courtman's lamb, about 3 pounds, you know where his house is, right?"

Sure enough, in Erin's subconscious, the youngest brother is a child who doesn't understand the world, and I have to emphasize it again......

Venason took the dark green and white bill, held it in his hand, and nodded with a smile: "Okay sister, I know." ”

"Okay."

As the door slammed shut, Venason breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his gaze to the banknote in his hand.

In the monetary system of the Kingdom of Ghent, the decree is on the second order, and it is derived from the ancient Solomon coin, an ancient empire that existed during the Age of the Cataclysm, when one decree was equal to twelve copper pennies and had one, five, and thirteen denominations.

At the top of the currency is the gold pound, there are two forms of paper money and gold coins, the gold list is made of gold as a raw material, it can be said that each gold pound is genuine gold, one gold pound is equal to twenty decrees, and there are also three denominations of one, five and ten.

Venason unfolded the crumpled bills, which were three 1-decree bills, and he leaned closer to his nose and sniffed it, smelling the very light and faint smell of ink on it, as well as the special fragrance of the money itself.

That's what money smells like, and sure enough, no matter where they are, these cute little ones are always so attractive and make people feel incredibly happy and happy.

Venason admired it for a few seconds, then folded it neatly and carefully placed it in his purse.

It took five minutes, and Venasson, who was dressed, heard the melodious bells of the church in the distance, and after striking seven times in a row, he walked to the elm mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

A black leather waistcoat with a long coat and black trousers and martin boots and a cap were the most common outfits worn by the Faslanca working-class and the only decent outfit for Wienersen.

"Well, not bad, a bit like a young man from the Victorian era."

Nodding slightly, he was satisfied, then he slipped the key into his coat pocket and walked briskly to the door.