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.

brothers, the remnants of pan-fried fish from the previous night were

had a simple meal, but they were very

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

like he was being watched, but

time at Smyrin Bakery, Klein returned home and began weight-lifting with heavier items such as

to exercise 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

in greater danger. He took an appropriate break and began reading the original Klein’s notes and study

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desk. The food was placed neatly like children in upper primary

of the stewed beef, the obviously tender potatoes,

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

stomach made

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

took out a lemon pudding as if he were performing a magic trick. “We’ll have beer, while

took the lemon

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

it with Benson before clinking it with Melissa’s

and drank it down. The spicy feeling warmed his

It was a mixture of the ginger’s spiciness and the sourness of lemon that made it taste similar to beer. It was a kind of beverage that both women and

Melissa took a nibble of the lemon pudding. She chewed at it repeatedly before swallowing it down

put down his cup and picked up his

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

dug up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it

with the faint taste of lard and just enough salt. It whetted his

than the one I had back at

my specialties after all… Klein accepted the praise. “It’s all

leaves, the green lettuce heads, and the radishes were

a piece of beef and placed it in her mouth to chew. The beef retained a little chewiness despite being stewed tender. The mixture of salt,

seemed to give her approbation, but she could not stop

was 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 wonder

one could only make do with the

for Benson and Melissa who

rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the