Chapter 187: Chapter 187

When Jenkins fell silent, the aging coachman let the topic drop. He pulled a hand-rolled cigarette from a large, finely stitched pocket with his gnarled hands, then remembered he had a passenger. He glanced at Jenkins, who shook his head to show he didn't mind. Only then did the coachman open a small box nailed to the carriage, take out a match, and strike it against the side panel, lighting his cigarette.

It wasn't a display of remarkable skill; matches in this era had an extremely low ignition point and could be lit on any dry surface. This, of course, was also one of the reasons fires were so frequent.

The coachman took a deep drag, exhaling two streams of smoke from his nostrils above a stubbled upper lip.

"Is that one you rolled yourself?"

Jenkins asked curiously. A slight breeze was blowing that evening, and all the smoke the coachman exhaled drifted to the right.

The carriage continued forward. Ahead lay a dim intersection where several shadows could be seen approaching.

"That's right, sir. The boxed cigarettes from the shop are just too expensive. By the Sage, three shillings for a pack of ten. I much prefer rolling my own with loose tobacco."

No one Jenkins knew had a smoking habit. In his predecessor's memories, Robert Williams had smoked a pipe for a time years ago, but he'd quit after it broke.

"And that's not even the most expensive kind. The priciest stuff..."

"The priciest tobacco costs a whole gold pound, a full gold pound. I don't know why those people bother trying to sell that sort of thing where we live."

By the time they reached the church, it was only half-past seven. The guard at the gate recognized him and gave a nod, letting him pass. Jenkins stopped a middle-aged priest carrying a flowerpot down the hallway, asked for directions, and quickly found the right classroom.

It was another tiered lecture hall. The room wasn't crowded, and most people were seated in the middle few rows. Judging by their clothes and appearances, some were clearly students, while the majority were respectable-looking but not quite middle-class adults.

There was a time when Robert Williams, as a shop owner, would also attend night classes at the church. But after his fortunes had "risen," he no longer had the time.

Father Roberts, the priest in charge of the evening courses, soon arrived. He was a gentleman of about fifty with spectacles. He gave Jenkins a few pointers: speak slowly, answer questions patiently, and be prepared to stay for a while after the one-hour lesson, as some attendees might have questions.

Jenkins checked his pocket watch, thinking it was about time to begin, but just then, the door creaked open and someone else walked in.

It was a petite woman wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down her back, and she carried an ochre-colored satchel with an overly long strap. Though her features were somewhat youthful, a closer look revealed she was a grown woman.

Jenkins recognized her. It was the lender he had met at the hospital when visiting Miss Mikhail. She had borrowed five pence from him and later repaid him six, calculating the interest based on the rates of a bank run by followers of the Traceless Traveler.

At the time, she had claimed that "everything in this world can be calculated," and what's more, she was a level 6 Enchanter.

"Is she also a believer of the Sage?"

Jenkins wondered, surprised. The short woman, realizing she was late, looked up apologetically at the lecturer standing at the front. She recognized Jenkins as well and offered a sheepish expression.

His theory was quickly disproven when he noticed a piece of cardboard she had casually placed on her desk. It was a temporary pass; believers from other faiths had to pay a small fee if they wished to attend a class.

"A heretic Enchanter coming to an Orthodox Church for a simple math lesson?"

The idea struck him as absurd. The petite young woman might have some other motive.

But as he watched her sit in the front row, take out a notebook and pencil, and ignore even Chocolate, who was napping on the far right of the desk, her gaze fixed intently on the blackboard behind Jenkins, he began to think he was overanalyzing things.

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He was well-prepared and had taken into account the audience's limited education and weak foundation. As such, he barely wrote anything on the blackboard, instead using practical examples to explain addition and subtraction, like transactions at a vegetable stall.

The class went on without a hitch. Aside from Jenkins, practically no one else spoke. When he announced the end of the lesson, there was no applause. The attendees simply trickled out.

Of course, they were polite enough to bid Jenkins goodnight as they left.

This was normal. The original Jenkins had been brought here as a child by his father, so he didn't take the quiet reception as a sign of his poor teaching.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you. Do you know where Mr. Foley went? Oh, right, hello, um..."

"Williams. Jenkins Williams."

"Hello, Mr. Williams. My name is Alexia Miller. I'm sorry to take up your time, but could you tell me where the previous lecturer, Mr. Foley, has gone?"

Miss Miller waited until everyone else had left before approaching the blackboard to ask, clutching her bag.

"Mr. Foley suffered a serious illness a while back. After he recovered, he returned to his hometown to enjoy his retirement. He resigned from his position at the school and notified the church as well. From now on, I'll be teaching the Wednesday mathematics class."

He told her the truth without reservation.

Miss Miller looked somewhat disappointed.

Jenkins hadn't intended to get involved with an unknown Enchanter, but his curiosity got the better of him. Besides, they were in a church—it was safe. He decided to ask.

"Ma'am, were you looking for Mr. Foley for a particular reason? The church has his current address. Perhaps you could write him a letter."

"No, thank you. The National Research Institute of the Cheslan Kingdom published an excellent book last week, and I had some questions for Mr. Foley. But if he's gone, then it can't be helped."

Something about that sounded familiar to Jenkins. He thought for a moment, then asked:

"You wouldn't be talking about 'A Brief Introduction to Higher Mathematics,' would you?"

"Oh, you know of it?"

Miss Miller asked in surprise. "The book hasn't been officially released in our kingdom yet. My copy was lent to me by a friend at the Third Private Preparatory College."

"Is that so? The copy I saw was mailed to me by a friend in Ruen. Thank the Sage that the entire continent shares the same written language."

"So, do you understand the material in the book?"

Miss Miller asked, and it seemed this conversation would take a while. Jenkins glanced at Chocolate and saw the cat was still fast asleep on the front desk, so he figured he could spare a few more minutes.

"I understand some of it."

He answered cautiously. He watched as the petite woman pulled "A Brief Introduction to Higher Mathematics" from her satchel, flipped through a few pages with a soft rustle, and then handed the book to him.

"Excuse me, do you know what this means? When I do the calculations, I always get a different result."

Jenkins glanced at the page and blinked naturally. Aside from the usual number of light motes, he saw at least five spots on her person that shimmered with a potent spiritual light.

"So many special items? Does this mean people who like mathematics have good financial luck?"

He mused, mentally calculating his own net worth while pretending to study the page.

"Let's see... No, your answer is also correct, it's just in a different form. Are you familiar with Euler's form—ahem, with that equation?"

With that, Jenkins turned and wrote Euler's formula on the blackboard. "Exponential and imaginary forms can be converted. They have the same numerical value."

"Is that so? How was this formula derived? Was it by some famous professor? Oh, gods, mathematics is always so delightful."

Miss Miller pressed, walking around the lectern to stand beside Jenkins. He noted that her exclamation had been "gods," not directed at any specific deity. While not uncommon, coming from an unfamiliar Enchanter, it greatly increased the likelihood that she was a follower of a pseudo-god.

"It's quite simple, you just..."

Jenkins suddenly froze. Her question implied the formula wasn't mentioned in "A Brief Introduction to Higher Mathematics." He had written about it in his own letters and had assumed it was in the book, which was why he had answered so quickly.

He had been so focused on figuring out her identity that he had made a careless mistake.

He thought, turning back to the blackboard. He casually placed the half-used piece of chalk back in its box and slid the lid shut.

"My apologies. I saw this formula in another book. I'm afraid I don't recall the proof."

He said it with an air of regret. If this topic continued, he would surely face more questions.

"I see. That's a real shame."

Fortunately, Miss Miller didn't ask for the specific title of the book. She wore an equally regretful expression as she took her book back and thanked him softly.

"Thank you for your help. If the opportunity arises, I will help you in return."

"Not at all. A debt should be repaid. It's only natural."