In Every Sense

To be able to get a share of the money, Klein had no choice but to honestly rack his brain for ideas.

He snapped off a tree branch outside, intending to use the dowsing rod method to locate the target, though this required some clothing and a photograph of young Mr. Elliott.

This was easy; Mr. Keli hadn't left at all. Upon hearing Lynch's request, he immediately had someone go home to retrieve the items.

The carriage drove out of Zolant Street, and Klein performed divination repeatedly, adjusting the carriage's position accordingly.

Lynch watched him divine, feeling a rare sense of envy.

Sometimes he quite wanted this kind of ability, but the Seer Sequence 9 didn't boost memory or physical strength. Aside from occasional moments, he generally still felt that Sleepless was pretty good.

"We're here, it's this place!"

Klein directed the carriage to a building and pointed at the staircase while looking at Lynch.

"I got it, don't be impatient. I'm going to have the carriage make a trip to the police station."

Lynch winked at Klein, jumped onto the carriage before Klein's astonished eyes, and then the carriage quickly drove away.

Klein didn't know how many times he had cursed that goddamn Lynch at the entrance.

This guy had dumped him here without even leaving him an umbrella; he really wasn't human!

After grumbling for about half an hour, Klein finally saw the carriage return.

This time, there were two other carriages alongside it. When they were about a hundred meters away, Lynch jumped off, and over a dozen police officers followed suit.

Lynch waved his hand, and they approached the stairwell as quietly as possible.

"Lead the way!"

Lynch stood beside Klein, and the corners of Klein's mouth twitched.

"Why did you invite them here? What if Mr. Keli refuses to admit that we were the ones who saved his young master?"

Klein was somewhat worried, and Lynch whispered in his ear:

"Don't worry, Officer Mountbatten is my friend now. He just told me he would hint to that tobacco merchant that this was our doing; the other party will know what to do!"

"But..."

Klein hesitated, wanting to say more.

He was worried there might be Beyonders here, and if things got out of hand...

But before he could speak, he heard the crackle of gunfire coming from upstairs.

Before long, young Mr. Elliott was escorted out, and the kidnappers were dragged out as well.

The kidnappers had almost all been shot; there was no need to tie them up, as they all looked utterly miserable.

"Don't worry! I already told the officers that these people had guns, and they had already formulated a plan on the way here."

Lynch noted with satisfaction that none of the officers were injured. As expected, professional matters were best left to the professionals.

When Mountbatten came down the stairs with his men, he looked smug, though he glanced at Klein with a flash of caution in his eyes.

He pulled Lynch aside and asked in a low voice, "You gave the credit to us; will this person really not file a complaint?"

Klein's relationship with him was average, and he was worried that Klein might be dissatisfied with the police station stealing the credit. He had heard from Lynch that the Seventh Action Group also valued credit quite highly.

"Don't worry, he just joined. After that incident, I felt he was a decent guy, so I mentioned him to the leadership and brought him into our team. He's very grateful to me, so I just need to square things with him afterward."

Lynch shamelessly claimed to be Klein's superior.

Mountbatten finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly fished out a few banknotes and quietly slipped them to Lynch.

Lynch feigned reluctance, pushing them away repeatedly before finally accepting the money.

"Oh my, what are you doing? We're friends; I just introduced a little credit to you, there's really no need for this!"

Lynch said with a righteous expression.

Mountbatten was moved, but he glanced at Klein and still insisted that this was for Lynch to treat his colleague, and that he could be called again for such matters in the future.

Lynch patted his chest and promised that any such opportunities for Mountbatten to gain credit would be reported directly to him, and absolutely no one else, which left Mountbatten incredibly excited.

The two exchanged more flattery before Lynch finally parted ways with Mountbatten.

After Mountbatten left, Klein immediately approached him.

"What were you two talking about just now?"

"Oh, he said he helped me out and asked how to thank me. I felt they really put in a lot of effort, so I gave him two pounds to treat his men to drinks."

Klein quickly caught the keyword.

"I can only afford one pound!"

Lynch: ...

Look at this guy; he always says he's obsessed with money, but isn't he the same?

"I'm not asking you to pay. This counts as my own effort, so I'll pay for it myself."

Lynch felt the banknotes in his pocket. From that brief glimpse earlier, there seemed to be a five-pound note, so he wouldn't embezzle that one pound from Klein.

"For real?"

Klein looked at Lynch in disbelief. He had already prepared himself for a heavy financial loss, so he hadn't expected Lynch to refuse the money. He always felt that this guy Lynch wasn't the type to suffer a loss so easily.

"Heh, I used to be poor, which is why I would haggle with you. Now that I have some money, I naturally have the bearing of an elder."

"Look at today. I called you for such a big commission, even though I could have let Mountbatten and the others handle it. It would have been slower, but the money would have all been mine. But who am I? I'm your elder, so of course I'm thinking of you!"

Lynch spoke about his thoughts with a reliable air, and Klein was moved just listening to him.

He silently put away his wallet, his favorability toward Lynch rising another notch. Aside from feeling speechless about this guy always wanting to call himself his elder, all that remained was gratitude.

He never expected that as a transmigrator, he could actually have such a good friend.

This guy Lynch was excellent whether as a friend, a brother, a colleague, or a roommate.

Klein was filled with deep emotion until he heard Lynch sheepishly ask if he could cover the carriage fare back, which finally straightened out the brain that had been bamboozled by Lynch.

By the time they returned to the security company by carriage, Leonard and the others had already returned.

Lynch gave a rough account of what had happened before quickly leaving with Klein for the Duel Club.

They both had training tasks to complete.

After the training ended, Lynch and Klein parted ways.

Klein had to walk the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross Street, while Lynch had to attend the gathering arranged by instructor Skuton. He heard that many instructors would be there, and they would also be discussing the Tingen University entrance exam.

Instructor Skuton had written a letter yesterday to remind him again that this gathering was very important.

Lynch naturally wouldn't refuse. He hid in the club's washroom, carefully tidied his attire, and after confirming there were no issues, he hurried toward instructor Skuton's home.

Instructor Skuton had a house on Wendell Street, which included a garden and a lawn, as well as a very large parlor that was especially suitable for gatherings.

At the very least, that was what Lynch thought when he arrived.

Of course, what surprised him most was that this gathering actually offered him three Beyonder pathways. The foundation of Tingen University was truly strong; one could say that in every sense of the word.