Lord of the Mysteries

It’s simply sharp and incisive… Klein burst out in laughter. Using the rich experience he had from his previous incarnation, he added another insult. “In fact, there is no evidence to suggest that those important figures have any brains at all.”

“Good! Very good!” Benson roared with laughter as he gave a thumbs up. “Klein, you are a lot more humorous than before.”

After taking a breath, he continued, “I have to go to the pier in the afternoon. I’m only off work tomorrow. After that I’ll have time… to go to Tingen City Housing Improvement Company with the both of you. Let’s see if they have cheap and good terrace houses for rent. Also, I need to pay Mr. Franky a visit.”

“Our landlord?” the perplexed Klein asked. Does our current landlord have some terrace houses from pretty good districts under his name?

Benson shot his brother a glance and said, amused, “Have you forgotten the one-year rental contract we have with him? It has only been six months.”

“Hiss…” Klein immediately drew a gasp of cold air.

He had really forgotten the matter!

Although rent was paid once a week, the lease was a year long. If they were to move now, it was equivalent to a breach in contract. If they were taken to court, they would have to compensate large sums of money!

“You are still lacking in societal experience.” Benson touched his receding black hairline and said wistfully, “This was a clause I fought so hard back then. If not, Mr. Franky was only willing to lease it to us for three months each contract. To those with money, landlords would sign leases for a year, two years, or even three years to seek stable income. But for us—the past us—and our neighbors, landlords would have to be constantly worried that something bad might happen, depriving them of their rent. Therefore, they would only sign short-term contracts.

“In that case, they can offer to raise prices according to the situation.” Klein summarized and added, using the original Klein’s memories and his own experience as a tenant.

Benson sighed and said, “This is the cruel reality of today’s society. Alright, you don’t have to worry. The issue with the contract can be easily resolved. To be frank, even if we owe him a week’s rent, Mr. Franky would have immediately thrown us out and confiscated whatever valuable items we have. After all, his intelligence is below that of a monkey’s. There’s no way he can comprehend overly complicated matters.”

Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly recalled a particular Sir Humphrey’s meme. He shook his head and said seriously, “No, Benson. You are wrong.”

“Why?” Benson was puzzled.

“Mr. Franky’s intelligence is still slightly higher than a monkey’s,” Klein replied in all seriousness. Just as Benson seemed to smile in response, he added, “If he is on form.”

“Haha.” Benson lost it and burst out in laughter.

After a series of rapturous laughter, he pointed at Klein, momentarily unable to put his thoughts in words. Only then, he returned to the topic at hand.

“Of course, as a gentleman, we cannot employ such shameless tactics. I will discuss this with Mr. Franky tomorrow. Believe me, he’s easily convinced, easily.”

Klein had no doubts regarding Benson’s point. The existence of the gas pipes was excellent proof.

night were made into a soup with some

the bread, Klein and Benson had a simple meal, but they were very satisfied with it. After all the fragrance and sweetness of butter

and some spare pennies. He spent six pence on a pound of beef and seven pence on a fresh

time, he continued to feel like he was being watched, but there was no

Klein returned home and began weight-lifting with heavier items such as books to train his arm

by military boxing, which he learned from his compulsory military stint for students. However, he had already forgotten the radio exercise routines from school, much less boxing which was only taught during the

lead to fatigue and thus put him in greater danger. He took an appropriate break and began reading the original Klein’s notes and study material. He wished

…

Melissa sat in front of a desk. The food was placed neatly like children in upper

were composed of a rich melody of scents—the soul captivating fragrance of the stewed beef, the obviously tender potatoes, the sweetness of

as he turned around to see Klein placing a crispy fish onto a plate. He felt the

stomach made

placing it in the middle of the tidied desk. Following that, he

out a lemon pudding as if he were performing a magic trick.

Melissa took the

saw this, he raised his calm and said with a smile, “This is to celebrate Klein’s

Benson before clinking

head back and drank it down. The spicy feeling

of lemon that made it taste similar to beer. It was a kind of beverage that both

mouthful as well while Melissa took a nibble of the

down his cup and picked up his fork and spoon and pointed at the tableful

thick pea soup. After all, he had never eaten something so strange on Earth. All he could do was adapt the recipe from

brother, Benson did not stand on ceremony as he dug up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into

of lard and just enough salt. It

praised Benson vaguely. “It’s much more delicious than the one I had back at work.

Klein accepted the praise. “It’s all thanks to the teachings

green lettuce heads, and the radishes were submerged in the colorless soup,

chewiness despite being stewed tender. The mixture of salt, the sweetness from the radishes, and the spiciness from

She seemed to give her approbation, but

delicious, it was not without regret. This was still far from his usual standard. After all, he was lacking in certain condiments and could only use replacements. It was no

course, even with the best standards, one could only make do with the dishes they

for Benson and Melissa who were

swallowing a piece of beef, Klein picked up a piece of fried Tussock Fish which was sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender