Take That!

Under the disdainful gaze of Lynch, Klein began to sheepishly defend himself.

Perhaps this guy really had seen it wrong.

However, after Lynch shook the Antigonus Notebook, he couldn't say anything more.

If it weren't as Lynch had said, the Antigonus Notebook wouldn't be in the other person's hands.

The diary entries inside this notebook were very sinister; it was possible that it had influenced his mind.

Perhaps when he was stopped by Lynch, he might have thought the other person wanted to snatch the notebook, causing him to go berserk and violently strike him.

But...

Five pounds!

"I shouldn't be the only one paying for the medical expenses!"

Klein couldn't help but call out.

The corners of Lynch's mouth twitched; it was truly miserable for them, as transmigrators, to have ended up in such a state.

That was true, five pounds was enough to cover the price of an ambassador.

"Don't worry, let's split it half and half!"

Lynch didn't intend to make Klein pay for it all; whether it was him or Klein's family, taking out five pounds at once would lead to bankruptcy.

Klein let out a sigh of relief.

As long as he didn't have to pay it all, it was fine.

However, he felt his own responsibility was only one pound; he had only been influenced, it wasn't his original intention.

Perhaps if Mr. Trance hadn't ignored him, this whole scene wouldn't have happened at all!

But after thinking about it, he gave up on mentioning this to Mr. Trance, fearing the other person would smash him with the heavy Antigonus Notebook in his hand.

Half was perhaps the best compensation plan.

"It's settled then."

Klein finalized this compensation plan and soon turned his gaze back to the Antigonus Notebook in Lynch's hand.

"This notebook..."

He hadn't decided whether to ask the other person to give it to him or leave it with them.

After all, this notebook was somewhat sinister.

However, leaving such a thing with the other person really didn't feel right.

But before he could bring up the matter, he saw Lynch toss the notebook to him.

"I took a few glances at it just now, and this thing gives me a very bad feeling. I suggest you don't keep holding onto it. I think it should be sent to the police station or destroyed. Of course, this is just a reminder; it's still up to you."

With the compensation plan settled, Lynch's tone improved. He didn't intend to go against Klein; he was just preoccupied with the 2.5 pounds.

Klein nodded, and the dissatisfaction that had gathered in his heart gradually dissipated.

This Mr. Trance was indeed very worried about him; despite being beaten, he was still willing to cover half the costs.

It was just that this thought quickly turned into heartache when he looked at the Sule in his hand; Benson would definitely cry if he knew.

He wanted to cry too.

"Don't think about it so much. When the time comes, we can ask that doctor if he can give us some more time. I can use my watch as collateral. Sigh, if I really weren't broke, I would definitely pay for all the medical expenses. How could I ask for money from a young man like you who doesn't even have a job yet?"

Lynch shook his head with a helpless expression.

This was the truth.

He had been thirty before he transmigrated, and whenever he met young colleagues who had just started working, he would always treat them to meals.

Although Zhou Mingrui might have been older than the current Klein before he transmigrated, Klein currently really had no money.

He shook his head, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

Klein wanted to say something but hesitated.

He took a look at Lynch's appearance.

Brown hair and black eyes, his features were clearly much more handsome than his current body, and aside from the frail physique that made him look somewhat malnourished, the rest would only make people feel jealous.

This guy might be a little older than his current body's age, but definitely not by more than three years.

Why did he have the air of an older brother?

But perhaps the other person had been working for a longer time, which was why he had such sentiments?

Klein felt a bit of warmth in his heart; this person was indeed quite decent.

It was rare to see someone so straightforward.

"Alright, are you eating here then?"

Klein suppressed the bitterness of the 2.5 pounds and asked as calmly as possible.

Lynch nodded.

"Eat, I've already told Melissa, we'll pay for the expenses later."

Klein could almost picture Melissa's expression, likely that look of conflict and helplessness.

In this day and age, who had the money to support an extra person!

But then again, the original owner was the one who hit someone.

Right, it was the bad deed done by the original owner Klein, which didn't have much to do with him, Zhou Mingrui.

Thinking of this, Klein finally felt a bit better.

He picked up the food and began to cook.

Two loaves of rye bread and a soup made of three potatoes.

Once the potatoes were soft, he added a pinch of salt.

This was lunch for him and Lynch.

It was very fragrant, though he didn't know how that guy Lynch had picked them; he had deliberately skipped the bread he'd left in the washroom and taken the clean rye bread from the side instead.

Klein sighed, having no choice but to take the loaf of rye bread that had been sitting in the washroom himself.

How should he put it?

Aside from the fact that it had been in the washroom, which was a bit off-putting, it tasted just as great.

As for Lynch beside him.

Seeing Klein eating with such relish, he quickly took a few bites himself.

He had originally thought he wouldn't like eating this, as he hadn't been fond of eating like this before he transmigrated.

But perhaps because he had been hungry for a day, he found it delicious.

Scooping a spoonful of potato into his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Amazing!

Klein should change professions and become a chef.

It took almost no time for him to finish his portion of rye bread. Resisting the urge to eat another loaf, he poured a bit more water into the pot he'd boiled the potatoes in, stubbornly rinsing the potato and salt flavor out of it again and again.

Klein had reminded him that he could eat another half loaf of bread, but he had refused.

He remembered that Klein was going to make a big meal in the evening, so that loaf of bread should be saved for that meal.

After finishing the meal, he washed the pot he had practically scrubbed clean before returning to the room to lie down.

He couldn't move; if he moved, the little bit of food in his stomach would be gone.

Couldn't the God of Transmigration have chosen a better identity for him? At the very least, couldn't he have spared him from being this miserable?

"Right, you mentioned earlier that you've read this notebook?"

Just as Lynch was sprawled out on the bed, Klein suddenly held up the Antigonus Notebook and asked.

Lynch nodded.

He had indeed read it.

Because of the ability of the Stone of Myriad Phenomena, the energy on the Antigonus Notebook had been almost completely drained, so he had opened it and read it directly.

The content was the location of the Hornacis Mountain Range, various introductions, and the formula for Sequence 4 of the Seer pathway.

At the time, he had even used Klein's fountain pen to quickly jot down the formula on paper, wondering if he could sell it to Klein later.

Of course, besides that, he had discovered while reading that the Antigonus Notebook had regained some energy. Although that bit of energy was directly absorbed by the Stone of Myriad Phenomena, it was clear that this notebook was still a Beyonder item.

It would be best if Klein didn't open it.

However, before Lynch could try to persuade him further, he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

Klein frowned and looked toward the door, preparing to open it, but was held back by Lynch.

"Take that!"

Klein followed Lynch's gaze to the revolver the original owner had used to commit suicide, which he had hidden in a drawer while cooking earlier.