This Guy Is Just Too Annoying

Lynch, who wanted the notebook, had no idea that Rozanne was planning to write a novel about him and Klein. He assumed he had already taught the girl a lesson and was heading underground in a fairly good mood.

Everyone he met on the way greeted him very politely, though for some reason, Lynch couldn't help but feel that their eyes were shining with the light of gossip.

It must be Rozanne's fault; he would have to give her a good tickling later.

Fortunately, Dunn was still normal. Upon hearing Lynch's request, he immediately approved for him to go find Old Neil and retrieve the fake Antigonus Notebook.

Of course, even if it was fake, Lynch still had to return it.

It was something kept here as evidence.

Lynch ran off to find Old Neil and obtained the Antigonus Notebook from him.

He opened it and took a look; there was indeed content inside, it was just that Old Neil and the others couldn't see it.

Did it really recognize its master?

He remembered that in the world of Lord of the Mysteries, Beyonder items without self-awareness shouldn't recognize a master. He hadn't expected this notebook to truly become his.

"Lynch?"

Old Neil noticed Lynch's expression and made a sound to remind him.

Lynch quickly snapped back to reality and explained, "I just can't wrap my head around it. I thought the notebook I got earlier was the real one and was thinking I could make a great contribution, but I didn't expect that I'd still have to find a way to locate the real one."

Old Neil laughed at his regretful look.

"We only just learned about the Hermit Order, and the Antigonus Notebook is something we've heard of for the first time. Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken it so seriously. To get the real notebook, perhaps we are just lacking a bit of luck, just like you and Klein."

Old Neil winked at Lynch.

Lynch: !!

"Rozanne is talking nonsense!"

Lynch gritted his teeth and explained to Old Neil for a while, but realizing that the more he explained, the more excited the old man got, he rushed upstairs.

Rozanne was still secretly writing her novel. She had been cautious, but hearing Lynch's voice, she was so terrified she nearly knocked over the ink bottle on her desk.

"Y-y-you, what do you know?"

Rozanne covered her novel.

But how could Lynch not notice her little movements? He snatched the notebook off the desk and saw lines of text that filled him with despair.

"Rozanne, I swear, I really want to kill you!"

Lynch grabbed Rozanne and gave her two hard smacks on her backside. Just as he was about to hit her again, he saw the girl start to sob softly.

"I haven't even cried yet, what are you crying for?"

Lynch pushed her away, speechless, feeling that he had brought this upon himself. He had spread rumors about Klein, and now the consequences had come back to bite him.

"Wuwuwu, ever since my father passed away, no one has ever hit me like that again."

Rozanne sobbed quietly.

Lynch rubbed his hands in embarrassment and hesitated, "Then... will you call me Dad from now on?"

"..."

Could you have a little humanity, please?

Rozanne glared at Lynch indignantly, but then turned her head and said sheepishly, "Sorry, I shouldn't have written those things. I was just bored. I actually wasn't going to publish it; I was just writing it secretly. It wouldn't have caused you any trouble."

Trouble?

At the mention of this word, Lynch was no longer embarrassed.

He immediately pointed at the guys who were peeking at them.

"Explain yourself! Rozanne, they've all started suspecting that I have a thing with Klein. If you don't explain this clearly, I'm definitely going to kill you today!"

Rozanne looked at the gossiping gazes of the others and felt it was a tricky situation herself.

It was never hard to gossip, but explaining was a bit...

Under Lynch's menacing glare, Rozanne honestly apologized to Lynch in front of everyone.

Afterward, she seemed to want to explain that it was some of Lynch's words that gave her inspiration, but she was stopped by Lynch covering her mouth.

"You're not allowed to say the rest. That's Klein's privacy. If you say it out loud, I'll never let you hear the end of it!"

Lynch pretended to be fierce.

Rozanne raised an eyebrow, her apology instantly replaced by smugness.

"Buy me breakfast tomorrow, or your threats won't work!"

Lynch: ...

What an expensive breakfast!

Sure enough, one lie requires many more to cover it up.

He was wrong, he was truly wrong; he shouldn't have transmigrated in the first place!

"Fine, I'll only buy it once, otherwise I'll post these on the door of the Blackthorn Security Company!"

Lynch held up the papers in his hand, on which Rozanne's clear handwriting detailed stories about Lynch and Klein.

Rozanne's eyes widened.

If she had written or sold them in private, she wouldn't have felt embarrassed, but posting them at their workplace was a public execution.

Her reputation was ruined!

"Aren't you afraid people will say that you and Klein..."

Rozanne couldn't help but ask.

Lynch's expression turned ferocious.

"Mutually assured destruction, understand?"

Understood, understood, perfectly understood!

Rozanne watched timidly as Lynch gathered the papers, her face full of words she wanted to say but couldn't.

She really wanted them back; having her integrity held in someone else's hands was truly awkward.

Thinking about how the content she had just written would be read by Lynch, Rozanne's face immediately flushed red.

This guy was so annoying!

And he even spanked her!

She rubbed her backside, her pouting lips capable of hanging an oil bottle from them.

After dealing with Rozanne's mess, Lynch finally walked out of the security company, exhausted, and hailed a carriage at the entrance to sit down.

He really needed some peace and quiet—don't ask him who "Peace and Quiet" is.

"What happened?"

Just as Lynch was relaxing his body and mind, a cold voice came from beside him.

His revolver was out in an instant, pointed at the other person's nose, nearly firing on the spot.

Fortunately, he quickly realized who it was and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you stop appearing and disappearing like a ghost? It was like that the other night, and it's the same now. You're going to scare me to death."

"If you don't do things that prick your conscience, you won't be afraid of creditors knocking at your door!"

The other person looked at Lynch calmly.

Lynch rolled his eyes.

This must be something Roselle said, right?

An exotic version of "if you don't do anything shameful, you won't fear a knock at the door in the middle of the night."

"I did something that pricked my conscience; I actually went to the Nighthawks squad and almost brought shame upon the Lord."

Lynch immediately retorted.

The other person was stunned for a moment.

"You went to the Nighthawks squad?"

"Yes, I just came out of there. Look, this is the Antigonus Notebook. They said it was a fake, but when I looked at it back then, it was this very one. Could the Antigonus Notebook have been swapped in advance?"

The man in black looked at the Antigonus Notebook and then tossed it straight back into Lynch's arms.

"It couldn't be any faker. You guessed right; we only learned that Klein had been bewitched, so we wanted to take the opportunity to intercept it. We didn't expect that someone had already swapped the notebook in advance.

But I still can't figure it out. Klein is a Beyonder; how exactly was he bewitched? You aren't lying to me, are you?"

The man's expression turned cold.

Lynch didn't feel guilty at all and kicked him with his leg.

"Lying to you? Do I need to? I am so loyal and devoted that even when I went to the Nighthawks squad, I didn't have the slightest intention of betraying the Lord. How dare you insult me like this? Do you believe I'll kill you right now!"