LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Benson 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?" Klein asked.

Benson shot Klein a glance. "Have you forgotten the one-year rental contract we have with him? It has only been six months."

Although rent was paid once a week, the lease was a year long, and if they were to move now, it was equivalent to a breach of contract.

"You are still lacking in societal experience." Benson said, touching his receding black hairline. "This was a clause I fought so hard for back then. If not, Mr. Franky was only willing to lease it to us for three months per contract."

"In that case, they can offer to raise prices according to the situation." Klein added.

Benson sighed. "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 curly-haired baboon's, and in no way he can comprehend overly complicated matters. I will discuss this with him tomorrow. Believe me, he's easily convinced."

After some idle chatter between the brothers, the remnants of pan-fried fish from the previous night were made into a soup with some vegetables.

In the evening, Benson and Melissa sat in front of a table. The fragrances of the dishes were composed of a rich melody of scents.

Klein rolled up his sleeves and held up a plate of fried fish before placing it in the middle of the table, and then returned with two cups of ginger beer.

When Benson saw this, he raised his cup. "This is to celebrate Klein finding a decent job." He raised his cup and clinked it with Klein. "Praise the Lady!"

"Give it a try." Klein put down his cup and pointed at the tableful of food.

"Not bad," Benson praised vaguely. "It's much more delicious than the one I have back at work."

Klein accepted the praise. "It's all thanks to the teachings of the chef at Welch's place."

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

The siblings ate their meal, and at eleven, they went to bed.

Klein felt groggy as he stared at the darkness. A figure wearing a black trench coat appeared in Klein's vision.

"Captain!" Klein jolted, now aware that he was dreaming.

Dunn's gray eyes remained calm. "Someone has sneaked into your room. Pick up your revolver and force him to the corridor. Leave the rest to us."