Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 95 Allen's Family

Shizhu Street, Xiacheng District.

"Allen, why don't you live in the student dorms?"

Looking around at the scene, Krenk asked.

Rather than calling this place Stone Pillar Street, it would be better to call it Broken Pillar Street.

Many broken, charred stone pillars are scattered haphazardly along the street, left unattended. Some are relatively well-preserved, lying straight across the middle of the road, forcing people to walk around them.

This street was originally a commercial street in the downtown area.

However, more than ten years ago, this place suffered a major fire, and due to various reasons, it did not receive proper repairs and has remained in this state ever since.

After the fire, the original residents all moved away, and only the poorest commoners moved into these uninhabited, dilapidated houses to save money, becoming part of the abandoned Saint Auster street.

A place where even beggars are unwilling to beg.

"Living in student dormitories is too expensive."

Allen answered honestly, "It costs one pound per semester, which is enough for our family to live on for two months."

Kroenke glanced at Allen, whose clothes were slightly wrinkled but clean and looked comfortable. "I remember the Guzman family sponsored you."

"My mother said that we shouldn't accept charity or take things just because others are willing to help us," Allen continued. "We returned all the money except for the tuition."

"Is that so?"

Krenk lifted his foot and stepped over the charred remains of the stone pillar.

"Teacher, that's my home."

Allen pointed to a house in the distance.

It was a house with a somewhat grayish-yellow exterior, decorated with some childlike graffiti on the walls. The roof was covered with fishing linen for waterproofing, and a rickety wooden door with a gap wide enough for an adult to squeeze through stood in the center.

Allen shouted into the house, "I'm home!"

"Allen!"

A cheerful female voice came from under the door, "I have something to tell you! I caught a fish while selling water today! We can have an extra meal tonight!"

"This is my mother; she was a water seller."

Allen said to Kroenke.

Water sellers would run to the riverbank to collect water, carry it in iron buckets to residential areas at least one kilometer away from the river to sell for money. Two buckets could be sold for one cent, which was half the price of a public water tap. If they went further, they could sell a bucket for one cent, but if they spilled water along the way, they would have to start all over again.

In St. Auster, one thousand points can be exchanged for one pound, and one pound is roughly equivalent to Kroenke's 800 yuan from his previous life.

"Where is your father?"

"My father fought in underground boxing matches in bars when I was a child. Later, his neck was broken, and he was bedridden and could only be supported by my mother. Then, he left my mother and me."

Allen calmly recounted everything, then, after a moment's thought, added two more words: "suicide."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Krenk placed his hand on his heart.

On the list of students provided to him by the academy, Allen's family situation was only briefly mentioned with the words "extremely poor".

"It's alright, teacher, thank you for your concern."

Allen pushed open the door.

"Allen, what's this?"

A woman with sloping shoulders and a slightly hunched spine looked at Krenk behind Allen with some surprise. Even though she was wearing a cloak, the corner of her clothing peeking out from under the cloak clearly showed that she did not belong to the Lower City.

"Mom, this is my teacher, Professor Klenk Ludwig."

"Teacher, this is my mother, Chiara Delap."

"Hello, madam."

Krenk removed the cloak he was using for disguise and gave a slight nod.

He looked around and noticed there was nowhere to hang his clothes, so he had no choice but to hold them in his hands.

"Professor Klenk—hello—"

Chiara's pupils widened slightly. Even if she didn't know much about jewelry, she could tell that the suit the other person was wearing was made of the best quality material.

This was the first time she had met nobles other than the Guzman family.

She was about to reach out and take the cloak from Krenk, but stopped halfway through, afraid that he would think she was dirty. So she just stood there, half-asleep, not knowing what to do.

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you."

Kroenke stepped forward and reached out, taking the hand that his opponent was halfway through reaching out.

The sandpaper-like texture came from his palm. Krenk looked down and saw a hand covered with thick, horizontal calluses.

Long-term carrying of water buckets, gripping carrying poles, climbing stairs and holding onto walls caused her finger joints to become large, with thick calluses growing from the base of her index finger to the base of her little finger, and her nails to be short and black.

But unlike her hands, her clothes, like Allen's, were a little wrinkled, but very clean.

"Teacher, what brings you here?"

"A home visit would be wonderful, and it would be even better if we could have dinner together."

Chiara glanced subconsciously at the fish in the metal bucket and said, "Shall we go out to eat?"

"It's alright, just stay home," Krenk smiled. "How could I let you spend money?"

Krenk's approachable manner made Chiara feel somewhat uneasy. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to utter only one word: "————Okay."

She took the patched iron bucket, put the cleaned fish into the iron box, and inside the iron box were a few pieces of charcoal she had collected.

There is a very old table and a long bench in the house. One corner of the bench is missing, so it is always a bit unstable to sit on.

Kroenke and Allen sat together on the long bench, looked up, and surveyed the room.

The house was bare, and the only thing that bothered him was that a corner of the house had collapsed in the fire, and through the slanted gap, he could see the starry sky.

The fish sizzled and popped as it roasted over the flames, black smoke rising as Chiara, holding a fan, coughed to smother away the dangerous fumes.

Watching this scene, Kroenke suddenly imagined a picture.

No one knows which day it was, but Chiara was lucky enough to find a fish by the river again. She squatted in front of the iron box, fanning herself as she grilled the fish. Allen was sitting on the stool where he was sitting, flipping through his notes from class that day by the dim light of the charcoal fire not far away. The aroma of the grilled fish wafted through the air, and the starlight and moonlight peeked in from the gap behind him. Time flowed by silently.

But the next second, an extremely irritable voice interrupted Kroenke's reverie.

Squeak!! Squeak!! Squeak!!

Chiara, holding a saw with its teeth worn down to a blunt point, stared intently as she used all her strength to cut the black bread on the wooden board.

The saw's serrated edge clashed with the black bread, even sparking.

Is this killing a man or killing bread? — Krenk's pupils widened slightly.

The originally warm atmosphere was completely ruined by this extremely uncomfortable noise. The last time Krenk heard this kind of noise was when Sistine was using Pegasus to hack and slash vampires.

Soon, Chiara placed the freshly baked bread in front of Krenk and Allen.

"I'm sorry, teacher, the fire isn't strong enough, the grilled fish might have to wait a little longer."

"Teacher, um—" Allen hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the black bread in front of him, "Please enjoy?"

Kroenke looked at the rock-solid black bread in front of him and wondered, "Is this something for humans to eat?"

He hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and tentatively put it in his mouth.

click!

A crisp cracking sound came from inside my mouth, and the sensation of toothache instantly swept through my entire body.

Klenk felt a burning sensation in his upper palate, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the bread had been chewed up or his teeth had been broken.

Chewing alone is so difficult, let alone swallowing.

As a teacher, I cannot let my students' self-esteem be hurt!

Kroenke hardened his heart.

[You have spent 560 points, and your Constitution level has been upgraded to Lv26]

[You have spent 1040 points, and your Constitution level has been upgraded to Lv27]

[You have spent 1120 points, and your Constitution level has been upgraded to Lv28]

[You have spent 1200 points, and your Constitution level has been upgraded to Lv29]

[You have spent 1280 points, and your Constitution level has been upgraded to Lv30]

[Remaining points: 10700!]

[Constitution Lv30 (0/2150))]

As his physical condition rapidly improved, Krenk exerted force with his jaw, chewing like a hydraulic press, and forcefully swallowed the black bread in his mouth.

"Mmm, it tastes good, thank you for the treat."

Klenk took out a handkerchief and casually wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Allen standing to the side, his mouth agape, jaw practically dropping to the floor. Allen was holding a metal bucket filled with water, and he was looking at Krenk like he was an alien: "Teacher—you—don't you soak this thing in water before eating it?"