While Adam considered whether to have a chat with the Bound God, Klein had already packed up and set off for the Café.
Where he would stay tonight was still a problem, but a job that could save up two thousand Gold Pounds before the end of the month... Wow, he could practically see the Gold Pounds beckoning to him!
One hour later...
"This... doesn't seem right, does it?"
Klein stared blankly ahead.
"Didn't we agree that the Gold Pounds would be beckoning to me? Why am I the one beckoning to the Gold Pounds?"
At that moment, Klein was crouched atop the counter of the Backlund Café. In the form of a black cat, he stood on a pile of coins, one hand—front paw?—hugging a huge gold coin to his chest while the other occasionally rose and waved up and down.
"There are so many jobs at the Café! Why did I have to be assigned the role of a beckoning cat?!"
Klein howled inwardly, yet his posture remained perfectly unchanged. Even his expression radiated the pure innocence of a little kitten.
He could not help it. Tiga's bizarre sense of humor had indeed caught him off guard, but Tiga was simply offering too much...
One hundred Gold Pounds a day for being a beckoning cat, paid daily, with lunch and lodging included. What a joke. Even if Klein had been driven to desperation by life, would he really sell his dignity?
This had already crossed the bottom line of his principles!
Yes, he would.
Unable to resist, Klein fiddled with the golden bell hanging around his neck and shed tears of humiliation.
This Black Cat's Bell was a Beyonder item related to fate. Until he gave up this job, he could keep it even after work, right