After reading it three times in a row, "The Fool" didn't get any feedback.

What to do? Yang Chen asked himself.

"What if you chant the honorable name of the goddess of the night?" Yang Chen thought.

Has the goddess noticed me now?

Yang Chen thought it was very possible. He looked up and observed that the crimson moonlight was pouring down and the cemetery was still silent.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Chen opened his mouth and chanted:

“You are nobler than the stars;”

"The goddess of the night, older than eternity;"

"It is the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets;"

"The Queen of Disaster and Terror"

"Lord of Sleep and Silence."

...

The environment of the cemetery has become peaceful, and the crimson moonlight quietly shines in the cemetery.

Still no response from any gods.

"Maybe no response is the best response."

"There is a high probability that I have been noticed by the goddess, although she did not pay attention to me."

"Or maybe you pay attention to yourself, but you don't notice it."

Yang Chen thought.

He wanted to become an Extraordinary as soon as possible. Welch's identity made him too uneasy. Only becoming an Extraordinary could bring him a sense of security. He wanted to go to the black market to buy Extraordinary materials as soon as possible.

I don’t know where the plot is now. If Klein is already asleep, then send it, because there is basically no room for your own manipulation in the plot. If it is not there yet, I will give it a hug no matter what.

Who can understand the value of becoming a god in three years and five years in the past...

Let's put on makeup first. If you don't have any tools, just mud will do. You can also pretend to be a beggar.

If he is going to be reported and imprisoned in the church, the goddess will probably think that he is a fool or that he has no value, and he wants to avoid this.

After searching Welch's memory, Yang Chen discovered that Welch still had several anonymous bank accounts under his name, which together probably amounted to a few hundred pounds. After all, Welch's father was a banker.

, still a little bit of money.

As for the registered account, it is most likely that it has been frozen or canceled. Even if it has not been canceled, I would not dare to withdraw it.

The name of the original owner Welch could no longer be used, let alone his real name Yang Chen. After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a good name for a while, so he simply borrowed the name of a character from an American TV series as his own name: Jon Snow.

Now, leave the cemetery first.

...

Although it is July, the summer weather in Tingen has always been pleasant, and the morning sun is even softer.

"Conch, conch, conch!"

“Waffles, waffles”

"Bread, hot bread, do you want bread, sir?"

A man wearing a gray shirt and holding a cane hurriedly walked through the street. He seemed to be stained with some mud, his hair was unkempt, and he looked very downcast. Maybe he was a gentleman who had lost his job. This is not surprising, in this day and age.

In this era, there were a lot of unemployed people, and poor people were everywhere. Of course, the aristocrats could not see them.

This is Jon in simple disguise.

He avoided places where high-income people lived and came to a somewhat chaotic neighborhood. On the one hand, he wanted to avoid meeting acquaintances of the original owner Welch.

On the other hand, it is because the slums are mixed with good and bad, making it easier for people like him with unknown origins to hide.

Jon didn't rush to the bank to withdraw money, even though the bearer account was safe enough.

He planned to find a pawn shop first, and he planned to pawn his pocket watch and gold-encrusted cane for some money.

The pocket watch was found in Welch's tuxedo pocket and was also buried with Welch. As for the tuxedo, he naturally found a place to throw it away.

It's better to get rid of these things as soon as possible.

——

"Sir, how can I help you?"

A young clerk wearing a dark red vest looked at Jon.

This is another gentleman who is in a bad situation and is very financially strapped. He is almost as dirty as a tramp.

The clerk mentally labeled Jon, which was not uncommon, especially in a place like a pawn shop, but his service attitude did not change.

"Look how much it's worth," Jon said, handing over the gold-encrusted staff.

The clerk came over, weighed and stroked the cane, especially the part inlaid with dark yellow metal.

"3 sulers."

"I bought it for close to 1 pound. It's set with real gold. Look how new it is."

Jon didn't know the specific price of the cane, but he could estimate the price the original owner Welch paid for it based on his memory.

"Well, sir, no gentleman would buy a second-hand cane. Our recycling prices here are fair enough."

The clerk said, seeing that Jon was still hesitating, he thought for a while and said, "Add 6 pence, no more."

"Wait a minute, then look at this." Jon took out his pocket watch.

"Sir, wait a minute. I'll let the store manager take a look at this." The clerk took the pocket watch and tried the winding. He hesitated and handed it back.

After a while, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties wearing a gray and black vest came through the back door.

"Sir, can you let me take a look?" He looked at Jon without any trace and took the watch handed over by Jon.

"On the surface, it looks very well made." The middle-aged store manager watched it repeatedly.

"I can't take it apart because I'm not sure I can restore it intact."

"One pound and six soles," he said.

"Sorry, I can't accept it." Jon felt that it was a bit cheap, although he didn't know the specific price, so he turned around and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute sir, how about 1 pound 12 solers, we always have to bear some risks, this is already a bit of a premium, for second-hand goods."

The store manager tried to persuade him to stay.

"With this," Jon handed over the cane, "the total is 2 pounds. This is my bottom line."

"...Um, okay sir."

The store manager hesitated and finally took the cane and pocket watch.

After receiving the 2 pounds, Jon turned and left, leaving behind the store manager who was still looking at the pocket watch carefully.

——

He simply bought a large piece of brown bread and fish soup sold at a street stall. Perhaps he was too hungry, so he ate the fish and soup without caring about the taste, but there was still more than half a piece of brown bread left.

It was dry and hard, and Jon couldn't eat it without fish soup.

After thinking about it, he bought another portion of pan-fried meat and fish from the street. After eating some, he was about eight minutes full, so Jon wrapped the remaining black bread and fish pieces in the newspapers provided by the stall and took them away.

I just made a meal like this. Although the taste is hard to describe, it is still a full breakfast and lunch.

…

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, sell newspapers!"

"Bring me a newspaper," Jon said to the shouting newsboy.

Taking the newspaper, there were no familiar reports on the eye-catching headlines in the Tingen Honest.

Jon looked at the date, July 9, 1349

Huh, at this time, it seems that Klein hasn't been here long, he probably just became a fortune teller.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

"So the question now is, to become an extraordinary person, to join the Tarot Society, or to leave Tingen before something notices you, to prevent yourself from being arranged."

Jon was walking in a dark alley. Unfortunately, he had nowhere to go and could only act like a homeless man.

Sitting on a step in an alley, it was close to a garbage dump. Although it smelled a bit unpleasant, there were few people around. He asked him to sort out his thoughts. His mind was now in a mess.
Chapter completed!