A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

As waves of heat erupted from the oven, the aroma of bread gradually filled the small room. As soon as Granny Jenny wanted to stand up, she was pushed back by Gray.

"Let me do it."

Gray tied up her hair, put on thick cotton gloves, and took out the heavy baking sheet. The rich aroma of wheat was stimulated by the high temperature, filled the bakery, and dispersed towards the street.

Although the ingredients of Grandma Jenny's bread are just simple flour, butter and salt, the taste is not inferior to that of the big shops that are exquisitely made. It is said that this is because she has an old noodle passed down from her ancestors.

"It was quite successful." Gray couldn't help but feel better.

"Thanks to Miss Angel." Grandma Jenny said with a smile.

"Mother-in-law, I told you everything..."

"Haha, I'm serious." Grandma Jenny said, "Other people on this street have their own things to do. Old lady, I don't have the money to hire workers. Besides Miss Angel, who can we rely on?"

"..."

"Put the baking sheet on the table. The bread needs to dry before it can be sold. I'll pack some for you to take back later." Grandma Jenny looked at Gray who was questioned, smiled, brought two benches, and placed them on the table. The door of the bakery.

"Come sit for a while and enjoy the breeze."

The temperature in the baking room was very high, and there was already a layer of fine beads of sweat hanging on Gray's hair.

Generally speaking, C-level beasts can no longer feel cold or heat easily, but Gray's trait has low tolerance to temperature changes.

"Okay." Gray took off his gloves, wiped his forehead and neck, and sat next to the bench.

Due to the temperature, the air convection here is very fast.

Gray was only wearing a shirt, and the breeze blew in, causing her hair to tremble.

It's an ordinary street outside. Perhaps because this is the entrance to the bakery, the nearby residents take the initiative to keep it a little clean.

Grandma Jenny said: "Karl said he would like to find an opportunity to thank you. I heard that you helped him drive away the debt collector."

"I just asked them to waive the extra interest. Carl only borrowed fifty Philippine dollars, but they asked him to pay back four hundred." Gray lowered his head and said, "This is so unfair."

Grandma Jenny smiled: "If it weren't for you, I guess we would be used to this kind of thing."

Seemingly attracted by the aroma, women soon came with baskets to buy bread. Freshly baked white bread paired with cabbage and potatoes was a good working-class dinner.

Today is the 23rd, and wages have just been paid a week ago, so the women still have enough money on hand. If it is a few weeks later, they will have to pay it back on credit and wait until the next time wages are paid.

Such a weak balance is like a fragile rope, pulling them to avoid falling into the abyss.

Until the day the rope breaks.

Grandma Jenny's legs and feet were already weak, so Gray naturally got up to help her collect money and pack bread for the guests.

The people who came to buy bread seemed to be used to this scene, and from time to time someone smiled and said hello to her.

There are three iron pans for baking bread, which is not too much, but these are the limits of what Granny Jenny can do. She didn't want to make much money, she just wanted to make a living.

"Miss Angel is already very skilled. I really hope I can leave the shop to you before I die, old lady."

"What did you say, mother-in-law?"

Granny Jenny shook her head and interrupted Gray: "...but you have more important things to do, I won't force you."

After saying that, she smiled.

"There's some bread left, take it."

……

Gray held a paper bag and walked slowly towards his residence.

She lowered her head, her memory returning to the past.

Gray spent the first night back in Lausanne in a small hotel. At that time, she had almost no money on her. Both her predecessors and her money had been spent chasing the fugitive. When the fugitive's body was carried back, he would naturally not get the reward.

After burying her senior, Gray only had ten dollars left with her.

Her initial plan was to make a few bucks and take a ship out of the United States, far away, to Fiji, Arafura, or Indy.

Until, until...

"Miss Angel!"

An urgent call brought her back to reality, and Gray was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses.

"Are you, Mrs. York?"

She recalled for a moment and remembered the name of the woman in front of her.

"Yes." That was a typical woman, wearing a corset of brown coarse cloth.

She looked anxious, put her hand on her chest, and said, "Can you help me persuade York?"

"Persuade... what?" Gray asked, tilting his head.

"Our child is sick, and now is the time when we need money the most. The money he earns now is barely enough to support the family, but he, he... told Mr. Fortes that he wanted to join a strike!"

"He, how can he be so immature! Doesn't he know that if he doesn't get paid, our children will have to..."

Mrs. York said, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"I beg you, okay? Please help me persuade him not to do these childish things. You are an angel. You can definitely stop him..."

But I'm just an ordinary person.

Gray whispered: "Maybe you can go talk to Mr. Fortes."

"I've already looked for it! But he said...he said it was something that had to be done."

This seemed to touch Mrs. York's heartstrings again, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Gray was silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stop Mr. Fortes's plan."

"but……"

Gray put the paper bag containing the bread on the ground, took out an old handmade wallet from his pocket, and took out a few old banknotes.

"I have some money here, although it's not much, but please accept it."

"No, this is too..." Mrs. York subconsciously pushed the money away. She had no intention of borrowing the money.

"It's more important to you than to me." Gray gently put the money into her hand, said with a gentle voice, looking into her eyes.

"I will protect Mr. York, but please don't hate Mr. Fords for this. He is different from me. I just do what I can to help, and he hopes to lead you into a better world."

"I don't know if what Mr. Fortes said is correct...but maybe that's what needs to be done."

Mrs. York took the money, her expression changed from dull to complicated. She nodded, bit her lip, and shed tears slightly.

Gray didn't say anything, hugged the bread and left silently.

But once again, there was only ten Philippine dollars left in my pocket.

She suddenly remembered when she gave up taking the boat.

Probably the first time she opened her purse like this.