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.

idle chatter between the brothers, the remnants of pan-fried fish from the previous night were made into a

bread, Klein and Benson had a simple meal, but they were very satisfied with it.

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

time, he continued to feel like he was being watched, but

spending some time at Smyrin Bakery, Klein returned home and began

military stint for students. However, he had already forgotten the radio exercise routines from school, much less boxing which was only

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

…

evening, Benson and Melissa sat in front of a desk. The

tender potatoes, the sweetness of the thick pea soup, the mellow flavors

gulped a mouthful of saliva as he turned around to see Klein placing a crispy fish onto a plate. He felt the fragrance of the oil permeate through his nostrils into his throat and then into his

made a distinct

up his sleeves and held up a plate of fried fish before placing it in the middle of the tidied desk. Following that, he returned to the

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

took

calm and said with a smile, “This is to

clinked it with Benson before clinking it with

tilted his head back and drank it down. The spicy feeling

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 children found acceptable. However, Melissa did not like the taste

mouthful as well while Melissa took a nibble of the lemon pudding.

Klein put down his cup and picked up his fork and

so strange on Earth. All he could do was adapt the recipe from the

ceremony as he dug up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into

boiled thoroughly and mixed with the faint taste of lard and just enough salt. It

Benson vaguely. “It’s much more delicious than the one

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

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

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

approbation,

from his usual standard. After all,

with the best standards, one could only make

heart pained for Benson and Melissa who were stunted in

sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The char was