Mr. Z

Lynch never expected that he would have the ability to make a girl cry.

He originally felt that he was acting in self-defense, but seeing Rozanne cry, he suddenly felt awkward.

It was just half a loaf of bread, was it really that serious?

"Stop crying, alright, alright, I'll bring you breakfast again tomorrow, but only for one day, no more!"

Lynch scratched his hair, quickly coming up with a way to compensate her.

"You don't need to pay, you just need to pick up a portion for me. I can't get up in the morning, so remember to bring it for me. I'll punish you by making you bring me breakfast for a week!"

Rozanne immediately stopped crying, and with an excited tone, she took out ten Sule.

"Just bring it according to a lady's standard, the extra is your errand fee."

Lynch's mind spun, and he immediately began calculating the price of breakfast.

Rozanne couldn't eat much; even if he brought something hearty in the morning, it would only cost one Sule.

Seven days a week meant seven Sule, so he would still have three Sule left over.

That money was enough to buy his own breakfast for several days.

Earning this much just for bringing breakfast—he really wished there were more business deals like this.

"Don't you worry, miss, I will definitely bring you the best!"

Lynch patted his chest, wishing that Rozanne would let him do this every week; he was more than willing to serve a lady.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Rozanne shot Lynch a glare, but the corners of her mouth curled upward again.

"What are you doing this afternoon?"

Rozanne couldn't help but ask again.

Lynch thought about his schedule and replied, "First, find a quiet place to study, then go practice shooting."

Rozanne looked a bit disappointed; she had hoped Lynch could chat with her in the afternoon!

Lynch didn't notice Rozanne's expression. He hugged his pile of books and went straight to a quiet spot to start studying diligently.

It had to be said, without a mobile phone, there was nothing to do but read.

No wonder people in ancient times considered books precious; besides books, there really was nothing else that could pass the time so easily.

What's more, the two books that instructor Skuton gave him were actually quite interesting and not at all dull or boring. Was this the standard of teaching at Tingen University?

Lynch was very satisfied. He read until it was almost lunchtime, then purchased a meal set from a vendor who came by to sell food, which included a bowl of thick soup, two pieces of bread, and a small portion of vegetables.

He wasn't full.

Lynch sighed as he returned the tray to the man, feeling that his appetite was truly too large. Klein was already full, yet he was still hungry!

"I see you don't seem full. Do you still want the half loaf of bread from this morning? You've already touched it anyway, so I won't eat it!"

Rozanne handed the bread Lynch had left over that morning back to him.

Lynch inwardly complained about how this girl didn't know what was good for her. He hadn't touched it directly; he had broken it off. Was she really that disgusted by him?

However, he was still very happy.

With half a loaf of black bread to fill his stomach, he felt much better.

After eating, Lynch rested for a while before diving back into his studies.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the afternoon that he collected his bullets and headed to the shooting club to practice.

It had to be said, the feeling of shooting was truly great; he wished he could practice for a while longer.

However, the soreness in his shoulder reminded him to rest and not continue practicing.

After leaving the shooting club, Lynch headed to the home of a colleague where the original owner used to work.

Dunn had previously told him to remember to ask these people if there were any situations he wasn't aware of.

But there were clearly no clues here; his former colleagues all stated that there was nothing wrong with Lynch.

Lynch felt it was the work of the Big Meat Church. It was very likely that the people who had been impersonating the original owner were them; they had taken on his appearance in order to trick the location of the Antigonus Notebook out of Welch.

He could test the other party on this later.

After leaving his former colleague's house, Lynch returned to Daffodil Street.

As soon as he returned, he smelled the aroma of food.

Klein was cooking meat again tonight.

He took a deep breath and stepped into his home, feeling satisfied.

In a basement in Tingen.

Mr. Z knelt in front of a statue.

The statue was carved with a man hanging upside down, a sight that made one afraid to look directly at it.

"Mr. Z, I have already notified Lynch Trans, and I have seen the Antigonus Notebook he obtained; it is indeed a fake."

The man wearing a black robe crawled cautiously from the outside to the front of Mr. Z, kneeling on the ground as he spoke.

Mr. Z nodded.

"You have done well. Go and execute the plan!"

The man hesitated for a moment, appearing somewhat dissatisfied, and could not help but say, "Mr. Z, I actually do not understand why you let Lynch Trans become the person in charge of Tingen. He is just an ordinary person who has been noticed by the Nighthawks. Are you not overestimating him?"

"Hainasen, what you do not understand is simply why you are not the one in charge of these matters in Tingen."

Mr. Z bluntly exposed the man's inner thoughts.

Hainasen hurriedly expressed that he would not dare.

"Hmph, you lot pursuing the Antigonus Notebook privately was already inappropriate, yet you did it anyway. And after looking at the notebook, you threw it away, and now you have to find a way to retrieve it. I truly do not understand what is going on in your heads.

The Big Meat Church that was operating well here has been exposed to the eyes of the Nighthawks, and it must be because of you. I do not know what else I can trust you to do!

On the contrary, I have some appreciation for that Mr. Lynch Trans. The fact that he could attract the attention of the Nighthawks and still manage to clear his name is exactly the kind of subordinate I should be looking for.

After I leave, you must cooperate with him fully to assist in the arrival of the Lord. If you need help, you can write to me. If it were not for the Lord's summons, I truly would not be at ease leaving you to handle these matters!"

Mr. Z's expression was quite satisfied when mentioning Lynch, but when he turned to look at Hainasen, it turned into disgust once more.

"Go and do your work! You must ensure that this matter proceeds smoothly. Whether it is I or the Lord, we both think highly of that Mr. Trans. If you manage to catch the Lord's eye during this, I will also let you be responsible for important matters!"

Mr. Z offered Hainasen a consolation that was not particularly polite.

Hainasen became happy again.

He hurriedly crossed his hands and said devoutly, "For the Lord!"

"Go!"

Mr. Z's voice was neither loud nor soft.

Hainasen dared not disobey; he hunched his body, stood up, and scurried out of the room.

After he left, Mr. Z asked in a low voice, "Lord, the divine descent might be a conspiracy, perhaps just a ploy. If you are willing, I can send Lanreus to another place; that would certainly ensure the success of this matter!"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to listen to something.

A long time later, he sighed softly.

"Yes, right here in Tingen. I will not do anything."

What exactly is in Tingen that makes the Lord willing to risk a divine descent?

"Then may I stay here to preside over the ritual myself!"

Mr. Z said devoutly once more.

This time, he seemed to receive some form of punishment, spitting out a mouthful of blood along with some visceral matter.

Yet he showed no disgust; he lay on the ground and licked all of it clean.

"Yes, this subordinate will leave!"