No, None

night.

A hand emerged from the grave, then looked at his fine suit and sighed, "This eight-pound suit isn't worth being buried with me. It's too expensive. Benson and Lynch could have used it!"

However, he quickly gave a wry smile.

Lynch's condition was unknown. When he went in, he saw a hand pierce through Lynch's body, and Lynch collapsed heavily to the ground. Could Lynch have died with him?

He quickly searched the cemetery, then breathed a sigh of relief.

No, there isn't one by Lynch.

Fortunately, Lynch didn't die.

He couldn't imagine the grief that Melissa and Benson would feel at the same time—it would be far more Affliction than losing just him.

Klein returned to his tombstone; he had just sensed something beneath it.

He reached in and groped around, then pulled out the hard object.

It was fifty pounds in cash wrapped in a handkerchief.

There was also a note inside. "Here lies one of my family members, a hero of Tingen. If you find this money, please give it to the homeless."

Klein wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and quickly stuffed the money into his pocket.

This Lynch would rather give money to homeless people than lend it to them directly.

If Lynch had borrowed money before, he wouldn't have to pay it back now. I doubt Lynch would ever ask Melissa and Benson for the money.

What a pity.

Fifty pounds isn't bad, though. Homeless? Humph, he's already homeless.

However, realizing this fact, Klein's eyes reddened again. He smiled and turned his gaze to the tombstone.

Best older brother, best younger brother, best friend----

Is Lynch referring to his family?

He had never had much family, Mr. Azik was a bit far away, so he subconsciously regarded Benson, Melissa, and himself as his most important family members.

And that's how it was lost.

Melissa and Benson, they must be even more upset.

"You said before that you would arrange for the two of them to go to Backlund, and that you wouldn't take me. I never imagined that your words would come true."

Klein muttered to himself.

He gently closed the coffin, smoothed out the surrounding soil, and then ran out of the cemetery. He couldn't tell anyone about his resurrection; it was a secret he brought from his time travel.

Shortly after he left the cemetery, Leonard, carrying a shovel, also appeared there.

A hint of worry flickered in his eyes, but he resolutely dug open the grave. Then, looking at the empty coffin, he let out a snort of "I knew it."

"Old Man, look closely! Open your eyes and see if there's anything wrong with this Klein. It's impossible that someone would steal his body tonight after he's buried today, right?"

Not only that, he also rushed into Dunn's house and violently pulled Dunn up.

Leonard was absolutely right about Klein!

"Perhaps it's tomb raiding, or maybe—"

Dunn stood in the cemetery, lit his pipe, and puffed on it one after another, as if this could relieve the pressure of seeing that the bodies of his teammates, who had only been buried that morning, were nowhere to be found.

"Captain, stop fooling yourself. There's definitely something wrong with this. Report to the Holy Cathedral!"

Leonard said excitedly.

Dunn hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go back and send a telegram to the Holy Cathedral See to confirm the situation.

The Holy Cathedral will surely make its own decision.

"Don't tell Lynch about this yet. He definitely won't want to believe his friend is that kind of person, and if it's an accident, it will also affect the team's relationships."

"Dunn said softly."

Leonard nodded, but he had already made up his mind. Once the Holy Cathedral said that Klein was a bastard, he would immediately issue a warrant for his arrest and tell everyone that Klein was a big liar!

Meanwhile, Klein, unaware that Leonard had already dug up his grave, found a spot and walked four steps backwards to reach the Sefirah Castle.

He divined the identity of the person who killed him, as well as the hope of becoming stronger. He also glanced at the red star representing Lynch, which was still bright, before leaving the Sefirah Castle and wandering aimlessly towards home.

When he reached his front door, he was startled and, just as he was about to leave, found the house empty.

He paused for a moment, wondering where Lynch and the others had gone, and unable to think of anywhere else to go, so he quietly climbed to his window on the second floor, then flipped over and jumped into his room.

His room remained unchanged; the pen he had left there when he left was still uncapped.

Klein instinctively wanted to cover it up, but he quickly gave up. Perhaps Lynch and the others had already seen what was going on, and he'd better not do anything unnecessary.

He didn't even get into bed; instead, he sat in a chair staring blankly out the window.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but it was probably about two hours, when he finally saw Lynch, Melissa, and Benson.

They went to church.

He saw the tranquility on their faces.

Lynch is quite reliable; he knew Melissa and Benson needed this.

He practically pressed his nose against the window, greedily watching them.

Then he heard Lynch's voice, which said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't be so reckless as to go looking for the murderer. In fact, I can't find him for the time being either, but when I do find him, I'll bring you his head back."

Klein almost laughed.

Ince Zangwill has become a demigod, and even Mr. Azik would find him difficult to deal with, let alone Lynch, Sequence 8 Poet.

But he couldn't laugh. They were thinking about avenging him, while he could only cower in his room, pretending he didn't exist.

"I don't want to hear the news of your death in the line of duty. I don't want a stranger to inform us of this."

Melissa said softly.

Lynch rubbed her head.

"Don't worry! I won't die. I promised I'd stay with you. As long as you're alright, I'm not worried!"

Melissa nodded, then hugged him.

I've been waiting for you!

She said it seriously.

Lynch said it was no problem, then watched Melissa run upstairs before looking at Benson.

At this moment, he lowered his voice so much that Klein couldn't hear it. He couldn't even see if Lynch's lips moved, and he even doubted whether Lynch was speaking at all.

But Benson's performance proved that Lynch did indeed speak.

Klein heard Benson exclaim in shock, "How is this possible?"

Lynch told him to lower his voice, and then they spoke in barely audible voices until the only sound was the sound of them going upstairs one after another.

Klein had been wondering what they were talking about, but he'd forgotten about it by now.

He noticed that both Lynch and Benson lingered at his door for a moment; he was afraid they would suddenly Door Opening, yet he also hoped they would.

If they Door Opening, he wouldn't have had time to jump out (Klein had already closed the window), and they could have recognized each other.

But no, nothing at all, they left.