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.

fish from the previous night were made into a

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

three Soli notes and some spare pennies. He spent six pence on a pound of beef and seven pence on a fresh and succulent fish with few bones. Additionally, he bought potatoes, peas, radishes, rhubarbs, lettuce, and turnips, as well as

to feel like he was being watched, but

began weight-lifting with heavier items such as books

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

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.

…

Benson and Melissa sat in front of a desk. The food was placed

fragrance of the stewed beef, the obviously tender potatoes, the sweetness

see Klein placing a crispy fish onto a plate. He felt the fragrance of the oil permeate through his nostrils into his throat

made a distinct

it in the middle of the tidied desk. Following that, he returned to the cupboard and took out two large cups of ginger beer and placed them where he

lemon pudding as if he were performing a magic trick. “We’ll

you.” Melissa took

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

raised his cup and clinked it with Benson before clinking it

tilted his head back and drank it down. The spicy feeling warmed his gullet, bringing

any alcohol. It was a mixture of the ginger’s spiciness and the sourness of lemon that made it taste similar to beer. It

took a nibble of

down his cup and picked up his

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

brother, Benson did not stand on ceremony as he dug up

of

“It’s much more delicious than the one I had back at work. They only used

praise. “It’s all thanks to the teachings of the

the green lettuce heads, and the radishes were submerged in

beef retained a little chewiness despite being stewed tender. The mixture of salt,

give her approbation, but she could not stop

was still far from his usual standard. After all, he was lacking in certain condiments and could only use replacements. It was no wonder it tasted

could only make do

his heart pained for Benson and Melissa who were

Tussock Fish which was sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The char was a perfect