Anna is a chef at the church's Buzan Church and earns a good salary of 350 CUC per week. Her husband is an employee of the railway company, driving the intercity steam train between Emerson Town and Zocta South Station every day, earning 450 copper Canadian miles a week.
The Church is divided into five churches, each of which worships one elemental god - the gods of the earth, the sky, the sea, and the fire. ", "God of Fire", and "God of Spirit". This is exactly in line with the theory of the elements that Esme Crane knew sprouted from ancient Greece, namely the four elements of "earth, air, water, and fire" and the fifth element derived from Aristotle, which is also the most common pattern of the Western method pentagram represents the meaning of the five elements.
The door was opened and a round-faced, wide-eyed brunette, much shorter than her, appeared before Esme Crane's eyes, still wearing her pajamas and seemingly recently risen.
This stems from a bizarre experience in her childhood, she seems to have experienced something that caused her to have a lingering suspicion of the Holy Church since then, but what exactly was this incident, the original Esme Crane's memory is very vague. Her best friend Anna also seems to have been affected by this incident, and has since gradually become obsessed with the religious occult.
"Coming, who is it this early in the morning?"
"The immortal Esme Crane, the Lord of God, have you forgotten the legend? I told you several times when I was in school.
Esme Crane's parents were both devout believers in the Church of the Earth, but Esme Crane seemed to have reservations about the Church of the Earth, and the Holy Church in general, and was not religious deep down.
Anna's life was much better than Esme Crane's. As far as I can remember, the original Esme Crane had an inferiority complex towards Anna, because there was a real gap between their families.
The woman saw the person standing in front of the door, a pair of light brown eyes rounded, speechless shock for a long time, she then grabbed Esme Crane's hand, dragged her into the door, and quickly closed the door. The Cox at her feet had long since taken advantage of Anna's daze to slip inside, and Anna hadn't even noticed the presence of the black cat.
As to what kind of church the Church is, Esme Crane believes that it is at least very different from his own perception of Anglo-Saxon Puritanism, because it is not a monotheistic religion, but a polytheistic one.
Anna was able to become the female cook of the church's Buxan Church because her father was the pastor of the Earth Church. She was able to graduate from Ecclesiology School and stay in town to work, while Esme Crane had to work in a textile factory in the suburbs, earning 100 copper miles a week with little rest and working early and late. Because of this disparity, Esme Crane gradually alienates herself from Anna, even though Anna often secretly helps her out.
And judging from her analysis of the concept of prices from the original owner's memory, the purchasing power of a copper gari is equal to about 2 yuan of RMB. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. In the future, even if the two have children, there will not be much of a burden.
1 gold gourd equals 10 silver baker equals 100 copper gari, this decimal makes Esme Crane feel comfortable and much more humane than the real pound and penny conversion system.
The copper gari was a currency of the Mhadrrith Empire, a country that was supposed to have a gold standard monetary system with a system of secondary coins, almost identical to the English pound, penny, and shilling, except that the designations were switched to gold gourd, silver baker, and copper gari.
The whole Mhadrrith Empire is a place where "holy" faith prevails, and the capital city of Zocta is evenly distributed among the five major churches, with their forces evenly divided and living in peace with each other. "God of the Earth".
The price of agricultural products to maintain basic living in this world is generally low, while the price of transportation is very high, most ordinary people do not have additional entertainment expenses, unless you want to live the life of the nobility, housing, clothing are relatively cheap.
Esme Crane raised her hand, her fingers trembled hesitantly, and finally knocked on the door of room 402. A crisp, sunny female voice soon came from inside.
It was the result of the Church's exhortation that people generally did not leave the circle in which they grew up. It was generally believed that the hometown was the home of the soul, and that those who left their hometown were foreigners whose souls were not allowed to live in peace, and that good character would be lacking in foreigners.
"God of the earth is above, Esme Crane... Are you Esme Crane?!"
"God, I attended your funeral yesterday at dusk, why are you alive on my doorstep today? The Lord of God has appeared! The legend of the undead is true, the legend of the undead is true!"
"What? What immortal?" Esme Crane asked, at a loss for words.
After she married and moved to a new home, Ann wrote to Esme Crane several times, inviting her to come to her new home in town. She wrote the full address of her new home and described the wonders of apartment life, and she hoped Esme Crane would share her joy. But Esme Crane had never been to Anna's new home, and the descriptions between the lines in the letter stung her deeply.
"I..." Without waiting for Esme Crane to answer, Talia hugged her tightly, her body was shaking, not knowing whether she was excited or afraid, her speech was upside down and incoherent.
Now Esme Crane, at last, stands under Anna's apartment building. If the original Esme Crane still had a soul left in the world, I wonder how she would feel if she knew that she had died once before a spirit from another world had brought her body to the home that her friend had so kindly invited her to many times.
It is commonly referred to as the "Holy Church," but because Esme Crane's father was a descendant of immigrants from Dejhess, Esme Crane knew that the "Holy Church" was known in other lands as the "Five Elements. The Church of the Five Elements.
The woman's eyes were sleepy when she came out of the bedroom and saw her wife and Esme Crane standing in the foyer.
Esme Crane shook off her thoughts and stepped into the apartment, soon arriving at the door of the apartment where Anna lived, room 402. In her letter, Anna said that living on the fourth floor, sitting by the window every morning, drinking her morning tea and watching the crowds downstairs, was one of her great pleasures.
After about an hour and a half, Esme Crane, who had taken a hot shower in Ann's apartment and changed into a neat and clean dress, finally sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Hungry, she resisted the urge to gobble up all the beans, mashed potatoes, bacon, and fried eggs on her plate in small bites, and finally poured a large cup of fragrant milk tea into her belly, feeling her soul out of her body and finally having a sense of the reality of being alive. She searched her memory as she ate, remembering that Esme Crane didn't have many suitors, instead she had been bullied growing up and didn't seem to have many friends except Ann. Everyone else disliked her and insulted her as a freak. The woman's looks were beautiful, at least from Esme Crane's own aesthetic point of view extremely good, mixed-race face always outstanding. Her skin is pale but delicate and smooth without blemishes, her eyebrows have the picturesque quality of oriental beauty, a pair of beautiful almond eyes
Esme Crane, confused, asked, "What is the Favourite? What hunter?" And Esme Crane made a disguise, hours before, she was in Ann and Isaac's apartment room in Emerson town center. Ann told her that since she was going to Zocta to make a living and work in a job like delivering newspapers, she had better look sharp. Esme Crane couldn't help but feel the money pouch in her inside jacket pocket, and felt it bulging inside, so she felt a sense of security. Esme Crane smiled and replied with the same pull, "Thanks for your advice, I'll think about it." "I speak badly, but I still want to advise you to go to Zocta and live honestly, do not think about going to any hunter group. If there really is a Hunter Order in this world, so shiny, why does the Church not want to let people know about their existence? There must be a reason for keeping them hidden, and the existence of hunters must not be a good thing." "You shut up Isaac, you fool, you don't even know that you are being deceived by
Isaac seemed to have said everything he wanted to say at once and relapsed into silence. Esme Crane didn't try to talk to Isaac either, she could feel Isaac's kindness and equally his detachment. Zocta South Station is the largest train station in Zocta, and the huge dome design gives Esme Crane a strong sense of the King's Cross station. After the train entered the station, Isaac instructed Esme Crane to get off the train and wait for him at the bench by the conductor's lounge, as he still needed to finish his work before he could leave. Isaac joked with the two while pushing open the saloon door and walked into the bar. esme Crane watched coldly the whole time without saying a word and then also stepped into the bar. The smell of bad tobacco, sweat, body odor, and alcohol made Esme Crane's brain hurt. She frowned and followed Isaac, all the way to the edge of the bar. Suddenly there was a slap on the back, "Ah!" Esme Crane cried out in shock, and her whole body jumped up. "Heh!" E
She thought she couldn't remember so many roads at once, so she just searched for the location of her current hotel and then for the address of the magazine barn given to her by Old Owen, marked them out, and then memorized the way to the magazine barn through the map in advance, in preparation for tomorrow. "Haha, that's true, but Brielle Campbell's job is not a job that many people want to do, and they have to run up almost a hundred flights of stairs every day, and they're exhausted and don't make much money. What... You have someone to introduce?" Old Owen said. "Hey! Owen, remember me?" Isaac greeted familiarly. "Oh, remember, of course I remember, Isaac, the good lad who even bought me a drink last time." The old man chuckled, "I've been Brielle Campbell for so long, my memory is the only thing I have going for me." Esme Crane was not fussy, and after dropping off her luggage and looking at her room, she planned to go downstairs to prepay for her stay, but to her surprise, Is
Esme Crane could not help but feel good as she ran out of the distance with a strong breeze in her face. Esme Crane had been an athlete before, but she had never run with her legs as fast as she did today. When she finally stopped, a strong feeling of hunger grabbed her nerves. By the time she got back to her hotel room, Esme Crane had already eaten her fill at a small restaurant next door to the hotel, which was closed at night because of the curfew in Zocta. In addition to pen, ink and paper, she also bought some miscellaneous but very practical gadgets, compared to pen, ink and paper is really very cheap. For example, a military kettle-style backpack iron pot, the capacity is very considerable, on the back of the body can always be hydrated. A small dagger for cutting things and a pair of scissors will certainly come in handy. Without thinking about it, every cell in Esme Crane's body leapt to its feet, desperate to test out the new powers she had acquired, so she headed straight
A huge clock hung above the front door of the magazine barn, the time read 3:17 and Esme Crane was just in time. She stood still for a moment to catch her breath and surveyed the scene around her by the faint illumination of the sky. Simon was taken aback, for there were few women in this business, and he could not help looking Esme Crane up and down, and then said to Owen, very ungraciously, "Man, I advise you to find a more reliable candidate; how can a woman do our business? Not physically fit to begin with." She couldn't help but wonder if Brielle Campbell's were using this ride to deliver the newspaper? Esme Crane washed up quickly, put her hair up, put on the not-quite-fitting men's clothes again, and walked quickly downstairs. She was hungry again by now, and her eyes were glazed over. All that food she had eaten last night had disappeared to who knows where, and when she got up this morning she noticed that her body seemed less skin and bones, and seemed to have gained some
"May I ask if you allow pets in this house? I have a cat." Esme Crane asked before signing the rental agreement. It is a district library run by the church, not a huge collection of books, but enough to meet Esme Crane's current needs for knowledge of the new world. She stays in this library every day until noon, learning the basics of history, geography, religion and philosophy, culture and even technology. Esme Crane deeply agreed, and she too felt so lucky, as if she hadn't met anything bad since she had climbed out of the grave. She'd found Ann without incident, gotten Isaac's help and met Owen, inexplicably awakened her physical abilities the night before the interview and used them to pass Owen's test, and now she'd gotten a rental without incident. "I've brought you a new tenant, she's my catch, very upwardly mobile girl, I hope you have room for two more rooms." Owen seemed a little unconvinced and said, "You will deliver the evening issue today alone. Don't you give me any
Because the wooden floor in her room rattled with noise at the slightest movement, she arranged her workout on the rooftop of the apartment she rented, which was open for residents to dry their clothes every day during the day, although basically no one would go up there to dry their laundry, and Fuller, the apartment's elderly caretaker, remained diligent and followed the rules. Amelia works odd jobs for little income and her daughter Helen is still out of school. With long brown hair and freckles, Amelia is not a good-looking woman, excessively thin, with an intimidatingly slender body and legs, a protruding belly that adds to the incongruity, and a somewhat nervous look that makes her unapproachable. The following day, November 20, Obsidian Day, Esme Crane was awakened by her alarm clock at the usual time of 3:45. Dazed, she went to the washroom and finished washing up, and after a quick breakfast, she grabbed her Brielle Campbell uniform jacket, threw on her large cummerbund, and