Along with the incantation recited from his mouth, Varina took four steps counterclockwise to complete this very simple "transfer ceremony".
But nothing happened.
There are no changes, no gibbering, and no gray fog...
"Sure enough, I knew it was impossible to verify the existence of extraordinary power so easily."
Because he was mentally prepared, Varina did not have too many negative emotions about the failed attempt.
He quickly put the bread away again, lit the coal stove, and took half a pot of water from the bathroom and put it on it.
Wait for the water to boil, cut a few potatoes and carrots, add a little salt and lard, and a simple vegetable soup is completed.
Vegetable soup with bread is his daily breakfast.
While the water was boiling, Warina quickly changed into his shirt and coat and got ready to go out.
…
After eating a simple breakfast, Warina put on his peaked cap, stepped on the seven o'clock chime from the nearby clock tower and went out, walking to the Silen Textile Factory three blocks away.
After greeting the old Hanniff, the gatekeeper, Varina followed the road to the flat-roofed hut outside the warehouse.
This is where he works every day.
There was a large long table placed in the hut, with papers, pens, notebooks and other items scattered on it.
Here, Varina and several colleagues work together to ensure that the warehouse can operate normally.
Most of the time, Varina is responsible for warehousing-related matters, John is responsible for outgoing warehousing, and Susan is responsible for freight. In addition, there is an old Pat who is responsible for directing workers to transfer physical objects. Of course, this is not absolute. When someone takes a break, his work will be divided among the other people.
It was still a little while before eight o'clock, and they hadn't arrived yet.
Varina sorted through the scattered papers a little, and John arrived.
"Morning, Varina."
After entering, he walked straight to his seat, hung the satchel on his shoulder on the back of the chair, and said hello with a smile.
"Good morning to you too, John."
The two chatted for a while, and another colleague, Susan with brown curly hair, also arrived and soon joined in the chat.
"Hey, did you hear about it? There was another demonstration in the dock area yesterday, and it was bigger than the last time."
"A demonstration to demand the repeal of the Corn Laws?" John said with an interested look, "I really hope this demand can be met."
"Yes, this way our cost of living can be reduced by at least one-third, or even doubled!" Susan looked forward to it.
John nodded in agreement.
Varina had the same point of view before, but this time he thought more.
He asked: “Have you ever considered that this might have the exact opposite effect and make our lives more difficult?”
"What nonsense are you talking about?" John quickly retorted: "Fineport and Lemberg's food is cheaper, and we can actually benefit!"
Although Susan did not speak, she looked at Varina like John, waiting for him to give an explanation.
"We all know that the core of the Grain Act is to protect the price of domestic agricultural products. Until the price rises to a certain level, grains originating from southern Fenebaud, Marseille, Lemberg and other countries will not be imported."
"right."
"That's right, what next?"
"But have you ever thought that after the bill is repealed, low grain prices will cause the country's farmers to go bankrupt, and then they will have no choice but to sell their land and enter factories."
Seeing that the two of them were beginning to look thoughtful, Varina came up with his final conclusion:
"And a large number of workers seeking employment will inevitably lead to factory owners lowering workers' wages, and our lives will become even worse."
"It's actually like this!"
John quickly accepted Varina's statement, "I think what you said makes sense, but I still have a question - how did you come up with the idea?"
"I probably thought of it in my dream." Varina's expression was a little complicated.
When John heard this answer, he couldn't help curling his lips, feeling that this explanation was very perfunctory.
At this time, Susan also ended her thinking and said: "What you said is wrong, at least not entirely."
She smiled and pointed out the loophole: "Most farmers are illiterate, so even if your inference is correct, it will be difficult for us to be affected."
The two men looked at each other and did not answer. Susan's background was better than the two of them, so naturally she couldn't understand their feelings.
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
The chiming bell broke the brief silence, which also meant that the chatting time was over.
With the operation of the entire factory, their office hut gradually became busier, with more and more people coming and going.
In the afternoon, their superior, Mr. York Luca, suddenly arrived and hurriedly ordered them to find the records of a certain day six months ago before leaving in a hurry. They did not realize how much this request brought to the three of them. pressure.
"Oh, Goddess, it's too late for one person to find that damn record." Susan complained so fast that she could almost catch up with Mr. Luca's departure.
John sighed: "It's useless to complain. Let's discuss what to do."
"I don't want to go to the dark room!" Susan said quickly, "At the same time, I can't handle this place alone."
Susan's snatch made John's brain freeze on the spot, and he could only look at Varina for help.
Warina stood up at this time and said, "Let's do this. I'll go there by myself first. John, you stay here to help Susan, and then you can help me after you've been busy for a while."
John nodded: "Well, that's all."
…
Outdated records were stored in a closed compartment in a corner of the warehouse, known as the "dark room" because of the lack of lighting.
John came to the entrance, but did not see the expected light inside. He was surprised and asked tentatively: "Varina, are you there?"
"I'm here," Wariner's voice came from the darkness. "Come and help. It's harder to find than expected."
"Why don't you light the lamp? Are you really being lazy?"
John angrily took off the whale oil lamp hanging at the entrance, lit it, and entered with the lantern, only to find that Varina was really rummaging through documents, showing no sign of laziness.
"You, can you see in such darkness? I almost didn't see you when I lit the lamp!"
This question startled Varina, and he realized that the changes in him were more than just memories in his dreams.
From John's point of view, Varina was just stunned for a moment before replying with a smile: "Actually, you can see it after you get used to it. I just didn't bring any matches and didn't want to turn back."
John nodded doubtfully to the letter, put the oil lamp aside, and joined in the heavy rummaging work.
The sound of scraping paper once again filled the entire cubicle.
After rummaging in silence for a while, John couldn't help but said: "Varina, I think you are acting weird today."
"Because I didn't light the lamp just now?"
"No, it's because of what you said this morning." John paused, as if he was sorting out his words, "When you spoke, it felt like you became another person..."
"To put it bluntly, I think with your level of knowledge, it is difficult to imagine the impact of the decree to such a far-reaching extent."
After John said this, he quickly added an explanation: "I don't mean anything else, you know."
"Well, I know." Varina's tone was a little heavy: "Actually, I don't think I have that level."
Then he changed to a brisk tone: "But Emperor Russell once said, 'A smart person will make a mistake once when he comes up with a thousand good ideas; and a stupid person will always make a mistake after thinking a thousand times. One time it’s going to be really cool.’ Maybe I just happened to hit that time.”
"You are too modest." John replied without stopping his hands: "I understand, this is the progress you have made by insisting on self-study."
"Ha, you can think so."
