Fantasy Writers 1860

"1.5 As per line, the total royalties for this manuscript are 54 As and 6 Gul. After paying off the outstanding 53 As and 7 Gul, I'll still have 13 Gul left. I can buy... 13 more sheets of paper." Dorian silently calculated in his mind.

For some reason, the monetary system of this world is incredibly anti-human. Although it appears to be just gold, silver, and copper, it actually has binary, hexagram, prismatic, and decimal systems. Gold and silver coins are even categorized by purity and value, and they all have different names...

In other words, Dorian incorporated the original owner's memories of living in this world for over twenty years, and had lived like this since childhood, so he was used to it; otherwise, just converting units would have caused him to lose a lot of hair.

At the same time, Dorian compared it with his memories of his previous life. The lowest level of currency in this world, the Gur copper coin, had a purchasing power of about 2 yuan in his previous life.

1阿斯则等于14古尔，1.5阿斯差不多就是42块钱。一行42块钱，这对于自己这样的新人已经是相当优厚的了。

Actually, by the standards of my previous life, even if it's 1 Gul per line, which is about 2 yuan, it's already quite impressive, considering that online novels in my previous life were only worth a few cents per thousand words.

However, such a comparison is meaningless, as people in this world have always lived in this world and do not exchange currency for RMB.

As he walked down the street, Dorian even had a change of heart and began to hope that he would run into Mrs. Michel.

However, reality is often disappointing. In the past, when Dorian tried to avoid Mrs. Michel, he always failed. Now, even if he actively hopes to meet her, he still fails.

After lingering at the apartment entrance for a while, Dorian decided to leave and walk to the nearest store where he could buy paper.

Although there were public transport and horse-drawn carriages to choose from, Dorian still planned to walk, saving a gour so he could buy two more sheets of paper.

Dorian was unaware that every morning, Mrs. Michel would go to the morning market to buy groceries to cook lunch for all the residents of the building. This meal was included in the rent.

Dorian used to sleep until noon, then go straight to the communal restaurant on the 3rd floor to relax and enjoy the food, so he didn't know.

Mrs. Michelle returned from the morning market and saw a handsome gentleman standing at the entrance of her apartment, wearing a top silk hat and exquisite clothes.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Dorian Winchester White live here?" the gentleman asked.

Upon closer inspection, Mrs. Michelle noticed that the gentleman's shirt had an almost imperceptible black embossed pattern, and his neckerchief was adorned with a black gemstone set in a gold frame, which shone with a deep brilliance, just like his eyes.

Why would such upper-class people be here?

Although Sheffield was considered relatively well-off among the many slums in the East End, and its inhabitants were mostly skilled workers, clerks, small shop owners, intellectuals, and even impoverished nobles, the gentleman in front of him did not seem to belong to any of these groups at all.

And why did he mention Dorian's name?

"Uh, yes, I live here." Mrs. Michelle couldn't lie; since the other party had already come all this way, they were probably just asking politely.

"Is he here now?" The gentleman pressed down the brim of his silk top hat.

"He should be here. That kid never goes to work; he just stays in the house all day writing novels. I'll call him down now..." Mrs. Michelle turned to enter the apartment.

Just then, the gentleman called out to her, "No need."

After saying that, she took Mrs. Michel's hand, slipped her a 1 à shill note, and turned to leave.

Mrs. Michelle was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

Watching the gentleman's departing figure, the first thing that rose in her heart was a somewhat pointless sense of confusion:

Are gentlemen these days growing their hair long like women and tying it up in a bun?

……

When Dorian returned from the grocery store, he saw Mrs. Michelle standing disheveled at the door.

"Ah, it's Mrs. Michel!" Dorian greeted her warmly. "I've already collected the three months' rent you owed, and I'll pay it off now."

After saying that, he took out the "huge sum of money" that he had been carrying in his pocket from the inside of his coat.

He wouldn't dare leave that in his apartment.

"Huh?" Mrs. Michelle, who was still in a daze, saw that 53 Asgruzen was lying in Dorian's hands, not a single piece of her body missing.

What's going on today? First, a gentleman of unknown origin asked Dorian if he lived here, then gave him 1 Ace. Immediately afterwards, Dorian, who had been lying around in his apartment without working, suddenly pulled out a large sum of money and paid off his rent in one go...

Mrs. Michelle took the banknotes from Dorian's hand and stared blankly at the young man in front of her, whom she should have known for a long time, as if trying to see something in him that she had never noticed before.

The gentleman was so handsome, and had long hair like a woman, while Dorian, like his father, had a strong body and, while not exactly handsome, was as pleasing to the eye as his mother.

I once heard in a tavern that some upper-class nobles, having seen too much, were no longer excited by ordinary, mundane things, so they developed some strange hobbies...

In an instant, a thought flashed through Mrs. Michelle's chaotic mind like lightning, and everything in the world seemed to connect:

So it turns out, Dorian has hooked up with a noble young master!

Dorian, who spends all his time thinking about writing novels, would never look for a proper job. So, like many artists, he might use his body to find a rich woman to sponsor him.

However, she unexpectedly catches the eye of a rich woman's son, a young master who doesn't want to be a man.

Such a perverse and forbidden love would certainly not be permitted by the family, so Dorian was expelled from the rich woman's family, and the handsome young master had no choice but to recall the clues left by Dorian and find his way here.

After finding this place, recalling all that had happened, I was overwhelmed with emotion, speechless with emotion. In the end, I didn't want to disturb Dorian's life, and I still didn't have the courage to see my beloved one last time...

What a tragic couple...

Five years ago, a tenant as beautiful as Dorian became the lover of a nobleman by chance and rose to prominence overnight, quickly moving out of the place.

According to him, it's a bit of a waste of his buttocks.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Michelle felt her eyes well up with tears, and a hint of pity appeared in her gaze as she looked at Dorian.

Dorian: "?"

What's going on? I just paid off the rent I owed before, didn't I?

Is it necessary to be so moved?