The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 27: The Dinner of the Brothers

It was very sharp and sharp. Klein laughed out loud. Using the rich experience he had from his previous incarnation, he added another insult. "In fact, there is no evidence to suggest that these important figures had any brains at all."

"Good very good!" Benson laughed out loud as he gave a thumbs up. "Klein, you're so much funnier than before."

After sighing, he continued, "i have to go to the dock in the afternoon. After that I will have time ... to go to the Tingen City Housing Repair Company with the two of you. Let's see if they have cheap and nice patio houses to rent. Also, I need to visit Mr. Franky."

"Our owner?" ask the confused Klein. Does our current owner have some patio houses from the district that are pretty nice to his name?

Benson glanced at his brother and said, amused, "Have you forgotten the one-year rental contract we had with him? It's only been six months."

"Hiss.." Klein immediately inhaled a breath of cold air.

He had completely forgotten about the matter!

Although the rent is paid once a week, the rent is for a year. If they moved now, it was equivalent to a breach of contract. If they were brought to court, they would have to replace a large sum of money!

"You're still lacking in social experience." Benson touched his receding black hairline and said dejectedly, "This is a clause that I fought hard for back then. Otherwise, Mr. Franky is only willing to rent it out to us for three months on each contract. For those who have the money, landlords will sign a lease for one year, two years, or even three years in search of a stable income. But for our former—we—and our neighbors, landlords must constantly worry that something bad will happen, depriving them of their rent. Therefore, they would only sign a short-term contract.

"Then, they could offer to raise the price according to the situation." Klein summarizes and adds, using Klein's original memories and his own experiences as a tenant.

Benson sighed and said, "This is the cruel reality of today's society. All right, you don't have to worry. Problems with the contract can be easily resolved. To be honest, even if we owe you a week's rent, Mr. Franky's gonna kick us out soon and confiscate whatever valuables we have. After all, his intelligence was below that of a monkey. There was no way he could understand things that were too complicated."

Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly recalled a certain meme of Sir Humphrey. He shook his head and said seriously, "No, Benson. You're wrong."

"Why?" Benson's confused.

"Smart Mr. Franky is still a little taller than the monkey" Klein replied seriously. Just as Benson seemed to smile in response, he added, "If he's at his best."

"Ha ha." Benson lost it and laughed out loud.

After a series of lively laughter, he pointed towards Klein, for a moment unable to express his thoughts in words. Only then did he return to the topic at hand.

"Of course, as an honorable man, we can't use such shameless tactics. I'll talk to Mr. Franky tomorrow. Believe me, he's easily convinced, easily."

Klein did not doubt Benson's opinion. The existence of gas pipes is excellent proof.

After some casual chatter among the brothers, the remains of the fried fish from the previous night were made into a soup with some vegetables. During the boiling process, steam soaks the wheat bread.

Slathering a little butter on the bread, Klein and Benson ate a simple meal, but they were very satisfied. After all, the aroma and sweetness of butter gave them endless flavors.

After Benson left, Klein headed to the Lettuce and Meat market with three Soli notes and a few spare cents. He spent six cents on a pound of beef and seven cents on fresh, delicious fish with a little bone. In addition, he bought potatoes, peas, radishes, rhubarb, lettuce, and radishes, as well as spices such as rosemary, basil, cumin, and cooking oil.

During this time, he continued to feel like he was being watched, but there was no physical interaction.

After spending some time at the Smyrin Bakery, Klein returned home and began lifting weights with heavier items like books to train his arm strength.

He had planned to exercise with military boxing, which he learned from his mandatory military duties for students. However, he had already forgotten the routine of radio practice from school, let alone boxing that was only taught during military duty. Exasperated, he could only do something simpler.

Klein did not exert himself because it would cause exhaustion and thus put him in even greater danger. He took a considerable break and began to read Klein's original notes and subject matter. He wanted to read anything about the Fourth Age again.

…

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat down at the table. The food was neatly placed like children in the upper elementary school.

The aroma of the dish consists of a rich melody of the aroma of — charming boiled beef aroma, clearly soft potatoes, the sweetness of thick pea soup, the soft taste of boiled rhubarb, and the sweetness of butter. rye bread.

Benson swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he turned around to see Klein putting the crispy fish on the plate. He felt the scent of oil seep through his nostrils into his throat and then into his stomach.

Groan! His stomach makes a different protest.

Klein rolled up his sleeves and lifted up a plate of fried fish before putting it in the middle of the already tidy table. After which, she returned to the closet and took out two large cups of ginger beer and placed them where she and Benson were sitting.

He smiled at Melissa and took out a lemon pudding as if he was performing a magic trick. "We'll have a beer while you're drinking this."

"…Thank you." Melissa took lemon pudding.

When Benson saw this, he lifted his composure and said with a smile, "This is to celebrate Klein's discovery of decent work."

Klein lifted his cup and clinked it with Benson before clinking it with Melissa's lemon pudding. "Praise Miss!"

Gulp down. He tilted his head back and drank it. His spiciness warmed his esophagus, giving him an incredible aftertaste.

"Praise Miss!" Benson drank a mouthful as well while Melissa bit the lemon pudding. He chewed it repeatedly before swallowing it reluctantly.

"Try." Klein put down his cup and took his fork and spoon and pointed to the food table.

He was most pessimistic with his thick pea soup. After all, he had never eaten anything so strange on Earth. All he could do was adapt the recipe from Klein's original memory fragments.

As the eldest brother, Benson did not stand up at the ceremony as he dug out a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed them into his mouth.

The shaken potatoes are boiled until cooked and mixed with a faint taste of lard and salt to taste. It aroused his appetite and made him salivate.

"No. bad.. Not bad," Benson praised faintly. "It's a lot tastier than what I have at work. They just use butter."

After all, this is one of my specialties. Klein received that compliment. "It's all thanks to the chef's teaching at Welch's place."

Melissa saw the beef soup. The leaves of the green basil, the head of the green lettuce, and the radish are submerged in a colorless soup, covering the tender beef. The soup is clear and the aroma is tempting.

He cut out a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth to chew. Beef retains a little bit of crispness even though it is boiled tender. The combination of salt, the sweet taste of radish, and the spicy taste of basil leaves complement the delicacy of beef.

"…" He seemed to give his approval, but he couldn't stop chewing.

Klein tasted it and felt that although it was delicious, it was not without regrets. This is far from the usual standard. After all, he lacked certain herbs and could only use substitutes. No wonder it feels different.

Of course, even by the best standards, people could only be satisfied with the dishes they cooked themselves.

Suddenly, her heart aches for Benson and Melissa who are dwarfed in their worldview.

After swallowing a piece of beef, Klein picked up a piece of fried Tussock Fish sprinkled with cumin and rosemary. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The charcoal is a perfect golden brown and the salty taste and aroma of the oil are intertwined into one.

Nodding a little, Klein tried a piece of boiled rhubarb and it turned out to be delicious. It eliminates the disgusting taste of meat.

Finally, he gathered his courage and took out a bowl of thick pea soup.

Too sweet and too sour. Klein could not help but frown.

However, after seeing Benson and Melissa looking satisfied after tasting him, he began to be suspicious of his taste. He could not help but gulp a ginger beer to clear his tongue.

The brothers were full at the end of the meal. They lay slumped in chairs long enough.

"Let's praise the Lady once more!" Benson raised his — ginger beer which only one — bribe left as he said with satisfaction.

"Praise Miss!" Klein sipped his last drink.

"Praise Madam." Melissa finally stuffed the last piece of lemon pudding into her mouth and enjoyed the taste that flowed through her mouth.

When Klein saw this, he took advantage of his drunkenness and smiled. "Melissa, that's not true. You should eat the foods you think are best at the beginning. That way, you can fully appreciate its most delicious aspect. Tasting it when you are full and full will not produce food justice."

"No, it's still delicious" Melissa replied firmly and obstinately.

The sisters chatted happily, and after digesting their food, they cleaned the dishes, cutlery, and stored the oil used to fry the fish.

After busying yourself, it was revision time. One refreshed his accounting knowledge while the other continued reading the subject matter and notes. Time spent to the maximum.

At eleven, the brothers extinguished the gas lamp and went to sleep after taking a shower.

…

Klein felt groggy as he stared at the darkness in front of him. The figure wearing a black jacket and half-closed hat appeared suddenly in Klein's view. That's Dunn Smith.

"Captain!" Klein gasped awake and knew he was dreaming.

Dunn's gray eyes remained calm, as if she mentioned something trivial. "Someone has slipped into your room. Take your revolver and force him into the corridor. Leave the rest to us."

Someone has slipped into my room? The observer finally took action? Klein jumped in fear, but did not dare to ask any further. All he did was nod and say, "Alright!"

The scene before his eyes immediately changed as a swath of color appeared like a burst of bubbles.

Klein's eyes opened as he carefully turned his head. He looked at the window and saw a thin but unfamiliar back standing on his desk, looking around for something in silence.