"Cough, cough, that won't be necessary, right?"
Hearing that it was Noah—or rather, Shopkeeper Reed—who had to make up the difference, not himself, Klein instantly threw away his pained expression.
Still suppressing the corners of his mouth, Klein waved his hand as he said:
"It's fine, it's fine. I don't take such a minor matter to heart at all."
As he said this, Klein deliberately kept an extra eye out—he wanted to hear what Noah would say.
What did he mean by "it wasn't time to repay it yet"?
Clearly, even repaying this debt was part of the other party's plan!
Things like this were practically sugar-coated bullets, sweet traps. They looked incredibly tempting, but once you accepted them...
You accepted them...
Accepted them... and that was that...
Klein stared at the box of Crispy Chicken Noah had taken out and turned completely petrified. Only after quite a while did he recover, snatch the box of Crispy Chicken away, then suddenly raise his head as though remembering something.
"You?! No—did you peek into my dreams?"
"Nope~"
Klein relaxed slightly.
"We watched them openly and honestly."
Klein: ???
What was with that inexplicable pride? Did people not even need to hide when spying on someone else's privacy these days? And what the hell was that "we"? Explain yourself!
"So, do you want it or not?"
"Yes!"
Klein deftly opened the plastic container and wiggled his fingers, trying to materialize a pair of chopsticks—and he actually did!
All right, it seemed this place really was exactly like Source Castle...
With no mind to think about anything else, Klein picked up a piece from the middle of a chicken leg. The thick meat had been fried until it was crisp outside and tender within; the outer layer was dry, fragrant, and crunchy, while