He Is an Undercover Agent!

Klein shot Lynch a look of disdain.

This lazy glutton—he really wondered how the man had survived until now. Could it be that he had been gnawing on dry black bread every single day, which was why he was so scrawny?

Recalling how Lynch had collapsed at his doorstep back then, Klein shook his head.

At the time, he had truly thought the guy was just a beggar who had been starving for a long time!

Thinking about how Lynch would likely starve himself into that state again after they moved, he nodded with a show of mercy.

"You cover the food costs. I need one pound a week for groceries and labor. Don't say I'm extorting you; you eat way too much—more than two Melissas combined."

Lynch had actually intended to call Klein an extortionist, but upon hearing his reasoning, he shut his mouth.

Fine, he did eat a lot.

What Klein was offering was practically a friends-and-family discount.

Seeing Lynch uncharacteristically speechless, Klein sat up straight, his mood exceptionally good.

"Make sure you give me the money when the time comes..."

Klein said, his tone smug.

But before he could finish, he heard Benson's voice.

"Actually, there's no need to rent two separate places. We've been together for so long, and we all trust Lynch's character, so I think we should just rent one house. It would also reduce our rent expenses.

Of course, since there are so many of us, we'd need three bedrooms, so Lynch would only have to pay one-third, and he could have a bathroom all to himself."

Lynch was stunned. He hadn't considered this idea before, but he found it surprisingly good.

However, he glanced at Melissa.

The girl was only sixteen. Occasionally being in the same house as a stranger was fine, but if they were living together long-term, he worried it would be inconvenient, and he was concerned that Melissa might feel uncomfortable.

"You don't need to worry about me. I trust your character. If you wanted to do anything, you would have done it days ago."

Melissa said, not minding at all.

Having lived with so many tenants for so many years, she was already accustomed to the unkind gazes of some men, and even their leering eyes.

But Lynch was different. He looked at her no differently than anyone else; he never leered at her, his eyes were always clean, and he only occasionally showed a look of pity when she went to the public bathroom.

For a girl, squeezing into a public bathroom was truly soul-crushing.

Especially during those times of the month, when she could sometimes hear the men in the adjacent stalls, she could only squeeze her eyes shut and pretend she hadn't heard anything.

"Ahem, if you all don't mind, then of course I'm willing to live with you. It makes mooching meals easier, too."

Lynch muttered.

Renting a place on his own definitely wouldn't be as cost-effective as splitting a place with others.

Plus, Klein's family weren't bad people, and he got along with them quite well.

Even if they didn't get along in the future, he could always move out.

"I have no objections!"

Klein raised his hand.

Melissa also expressed her agreement.

As for Benson, who had proposed the idea, he was even more enthusiastic.

They decided to go look for a house tomorrow, hoping to find something a bit cheaper.

Of course, that would have to wait until tomorrow; for now, they could clear the plates and get back to their own business.

Melissa had to review her lessons, Benson continued his self-study of accounting, and Klein took out a book. Only Lynch sat idle, beginning to ponder how to bring down the Big Meat Church.

This needed to be executed as soon as possible.

However, Lynch didn't think it would be that difficult. He just needed to use the Antigonus Notebook to lure out the person behind Upton, and then let Dunn round them all up in one fell swoop.

But if he did that, the lies he had spun would be exposed.

A Nightmare could interrogate those people for the truth in their dreams, and not everyone could remain conscious in their dreams like he and Klein could.

But it didn't seem entirely unsolvable.

Lynch thought of the Stone of Myriad Phenomena.

His cheat seemed to have many uses; it could help him block gazes, allow him to remain conscious in dreams, and even help him generate pathways. So, could he enable others to remain conscious in their dreams as well?

He touched the Stone of Myriad Phenomena with his intent and transmitted his thought, but upon receiving an answer that it wasn't currently possible, he had to abandon the idea.

If that didn't work, could he perhaps corrupt the target so that Dunn wouldn't dare enter their dreams?

He just had to prevent Klein from divining...

Wait, if he had enough energy, could he make it so that Klein couldn't see through his affairs?

Lynch touched the Stone of Myriad Phenomena again and immediately received an affirmative answer.

The Stone of Myriad Phenomena even told him that if he could devour half the energy of the Sefirah Castle, he could even snatch the Sefirah Castle back.

Snatch?

Wait, Lynch thought of the Antigonus Notebook.

Could this notebook have also been snatched over by the Stone of Myriad Phenomena?

Is that why only he could see it, while others couldn't see the contents inside at all?

Good heavens, the Stone of Myriad Phenomena has such an ability; if this were in a battle, the moment the opponent threw out a Beyonder item, the Stone of Myriad Phenomena would directly drain the energy from the item and even make the Beyonder item defect—the enemy would surely be pissed to death, right?

Lynch imagined such a scene and almost laughed out loud.

However, he quickly remembered that he wasn't a Beyonder yet and immediately shut his mouth.

He let out a deep sigh and decided to go back to his room to sleep.

Of course, it was Klein's room; as for Klein and Benson, they could just squeeze in together, there would always be room.

Lynch was truly exhausted from the day, so he fetched some water to wash up, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep after turning over.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep when he suddenly felt someone pushing him.

"Was the Antigonus Notebook really taken away?"

He opened his eyes to see a man wearing a robe with a hood over his head.

"Yes, but the Nighthawks squad said it was a fake and suspected someone had swapped it. I can ask them for it in a couple of days and bring it to you all to see what the situation really is."

The man nodded thoughtfully, then vigilantly glanced toward the direction of Klein and Benson's room.

"That Klein is a member of the Nighthawks squad? But he's so ordinary; he was just a student before."

"It's a disguise. He is a Beyonder. I fainted at his doorstep at the time, and when he saw me holding the Antigonus Notebook, he almost sent me to the Nighthawks squad," Lynch explained.

The man fell silent.

After a while, he asked, "Upton said he saw you get shot to death."

Lynch immediately wore an indignant expression.

"Screw him. Someone did fire a shot, but I dodged it. I was so scared at the time that I lay on the ground for a while to recover before I fought back and escaped. Why don't you go deal with Upton? He was watching from not far away, watching me run off in a daze, watching me collapse at Klein's doorstep—I was almost killed by Klein... I suspect Upton is a mole for the Nighthawks!"

Lynch looked very unhappy, and the man fell silent once again.

Upton said Lynch might have a problem, and now Lynch was saying Upton had a problem.

He didn't know who to believe anymore.

However, Lynch seemed to be a bit more important.

The Nighthawks...

"That Klein watches you every day; what arrangements do the Nighthawks have for you?"