Poor

Sunday.

Lynch got up early.

Even though he had stayed up late last night, he had no intention of sleeping in today.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to rush straight to the agency and move into Daffodil Street. A private washroom was calling to him.

Klein had dressed up as well, waiting in the living room with a newspaper in hand. He was just short of barging into Benson's room, dragging him up, and heading straight out to view the house.

However, Benson and Melissa clearly were not in much of a hurry. Melissa's excitement was still visible, but Benson's expression remained calm. Combined with his somewhat aged appearance and receding hairline, he looked rather like Lynch and Klein's father.

"Have breakfast before we go. You definitely won't want to buy food over there. After all, you need to save your money to buy things like suits. Dressing better when you go to that kind of company is one of the reasons people will respect you."

Benson put on his clothes with an amused smile and explained a few things to them.

Lynch and the others had no choice but to reheat the leftovers from last night. Only after they had finished eating could they finally leave the house.

"Wendell Street is the best: detached houses, balconies, gardens, two floors, and two acres of private lawn. That's our future goal... All right, let's look at the terraced houses. Hopefully, we can settle this today."

Benson gave them a brief introduction to the recently available rentals, then headed straight for the Tingen Housing Improvement Company.

The person who received them was a young man named Skate. A smile appeared on his face when he saw them.

"We need a terraced house."

Skate nodded and introduced the current options to them.

The Tingen Housing Improvement Association mainly provided projects for honest people crammed seven or eight, even a dozen or more, into a single room. So there were very few terraced houses like the one Lynch and the others wanted. There was currently one each in the East Borough and North Borough, with the remaining one on Daffodil Street.

Lynch smiled in slight relief.

He had previously thought there were many houses on Daffodil Street, so he had only planned to rent somewhere near Klein's home.

Now that he thought about it, Benson's suggestion had saved him. Otherwise, his rental would definitely have ended up far from Klein.

The choice of house was no different from the original story.

No. 2 Daffodil Street.

Agent Skate led them straight to their destination.

It was a house without a lawn, garden, or porch, but compared to Iron Cross Street, it looked extremely nice.

There was also a sitting room just inside the entrance, which could serve as a living room.

There was a bay window here, where they could usually dry their clothes. It was truly wonderful.

What satisfied everyone most was that the first floor had a washroom and a guest room, while the second floor had two washrooms and four bedrooms.

Lynch almost immediately picked the master bedroom on the left. It was slightly larger than the other bedrooms and could fit one more bookshelf.

As for the washroom, he did not care. As long as he could use one alone, he was already overjoyed.

Melissa, beside him, could not take her eyes off the separate washrooms. She looked at them again and again, her desire practically written all over her face.

Yet even so, she held herself back and did not speak, unwilling to interfere with her brothers' opinions.

However, Lynch felt she did not need to do that, because Benson had already started bargaining with Skate.

Lynch and Klein stood nearby as decorative ornaments. Whenever they exchanged a glance, both were filled with admiration for Benson.

For this kind of thing, it really took a professional.

In the end, after Benson's verbal battle, the rent was successfully reduced from 13 soli to 12 soli, the five-pence furniture usage fee was reduced to three pence, and the deposit was cut from two pounds and twelve soli to exactly two pounds.

Once he had settled the price, Lynch took out his share.

He did not calculate the deposit according to a one-third split. Instead, he directly paid one pound. As for the rent, he would pay four soli each week, while Klein would cover eight soli.

Thinking of his three-pound salary, after paying four soli in rent and another pound for food, it immediately shrank to one pound and sixteen soli.

If he only spent the loose change—those sixteen soli—then he might be able to save one pound a month.

That did not even account for getting sick, treating others to meals, social expenses... Thinking about it, he would somehow end every month broke.

Still, once he became an official member, his salary would rise. He just did not know when he could become one. At the very least, he first had to become a Beyonder.

And to become a Beyonder, he had to generate a pathway suitable for himself.

But he currently had no excess energy at all.

Previously, when Dunn had told Klein and him the mythological stories of this world, his energy had been completely drained. He only had a little left to block observation and did not dare activate any of the other processes.

Once he had enough energy, he had to make the Stone of Myriad Phenomena generate his pathway as soon as possible. Otherwise, his salary simply would not be enough.

Fortunately, tomorrow was Monday. As long as he stuck close to Klein, he would definitely be able to mooch off Sefirah Castle's energy.

And what he needed to do now was return to Iron Cross Street and move all their belongings out.

Benson was responsible for negotiating an early termination of the lease with their landlord, while Lynch and the others had to carry their belongings to Daffodil Street trip after trip.

Klein had suggested hiring a carriage, but Lynch and Melissa refused at the same time.

They said it was too expensive, they did not want to spend the money, and the things were not heavy anyway, so they would not get tired.

With those thoughts in mind, when they finally had some free time and truly sat inside their rooms on Daffodil Street, they all wore satisfied smiles.

Afterward, they hurried into the washrooms to take baths, then dressed neatly and went to a clothing shop to buy clothes for Lynch and Klein.

Their clothes were all old, and neither of them even had a cane.

But in the end, they did not buy canes.

Because a full suit, including a shirt, top hat, vest, trousers, and leather boots, cost a full eight pounds.

After spending eight pounds, Lynch refused to buy another thing. Of the twelve pounds in cash Dunn had withdrawn, he had already spent nine pounds and four soli. Oh, and he had also spent one soli on a carriage ride and five soli on ordering a commemorative banner, making a total of nine pounds and ten soli.

He currently only had three pounds and ten soli left, and he still had to give Melissa another ten soli so she could repay the doctor for the medical expenses.

Lynch planned to save the remaining three pounds for emergencies. As for a cane, he would see whether anyone stopped using one in the future and simply borrow it for fun.

It would have been great if Klein had bought a cane.

After this guy got killed, Lynch could buy it cheaply from Melissa in the name of remembering his friend.

Unfortunately, when Klein saw that he was not buying one, he also decided not to buy a cane. Lynch nearly sighed all the way home.

But once he got home, his spirits soared again.

The setting sun shone crimson clouds through the window like blazing flames, landing right on the table beside his bed. As he walked around, he did not even have to hear other people arguing, spitting, or snoring.

This life was so wonderful it felt unreal.

Of course, if Klein had not gleefully knocked on his door before bed and asked him for next week's one pound in food expenses, then this day would have been absolutely perfect.