Reimbursement

"Regardless, we have to go to that place now, and we should bring Klein along. The Antigonus Notebook first appeared through him, so perhaps he can be of help."

Dunn said calmly, then he took another look at Lynch.

"You should buy a cane."

Lynch really wanted to refuse; canes were truly expensive.

But Dunn's next sentence made him happy.

"You can apply for reimbursement. It's a necessary facade for an official member."

He really didn't want to see Lynch looking so destitute. Even though his salary wasn't low, his shirt was still the same old, tattered one; he had noticed a patch under the other's armpit.

"Thank you, Captain!"

Lynch hurriedly stood up, pleasantly surprised.

Dunn nodded, signaling for Lynch and the others to follow him to the carriage.

The carriage traveled along the quiet streets until it reached 2 Daffodil Street. Lynch hadn't intended to get off, planning to just wait for Klein to come out, but Dunn urged him to go down and change his clothes.

"No gentleman would go out wearing these clothes. It will likely be daylight by the time we finish our business, and you wouldn't want to leave a bad impression on the young ladies who might see you.

You are already 24. Many gentlemen your age are already married. Your current salary is not low, and once you become an official member, you will earn six pounds a week. You can absolutely afford to marry a nice girl."

Dunn's tone was gentle as he took the initiative to pull back the curtain, signaling for Lynch to hurry down and change.

Lynch walked off the carriage, his face full of speechlessness.

He just couldn't understand why these people placed so much importance on marriage.

Before he transmigrated, he had to face the pressure to get married, and he hadn't expected to be unable to escape it even after transmigrating.

Being pressured to marry was simply the pain of every young adult.

Lynch walked into 2 Daffodil Street helplessly. He opened his room door on tiptoe, changed into his clothes, and grabbed his hat before leaving the house with Klein, who had been woken up by Dunn.

"What exactly happened?"

Klein asked Lynch in a low voice only after getting into the carriage.

Lynch sighed and explained the situation to Klein.

To be honest, he pondered that since Klein was the protagonist, why did this dream not seek out Klein, but instead find him?

Did the person behind the scenes have some intention in choosing him?

Lynch thought about it for a while but couldn't come up with anything, so he eventually gave up.

The other party likely didn't intend to take his life for the time being, so he could wait a bit longer. Once he generated the original text of Lord of the Mysteries, everything should become clear.

He just felt like he had gotten himself involved in something incredible.

Lynch sighed once more.

"Well, if your dream is real, perhaps we really can get our hands on the Antigonus Notebook!"

Leonard added with a chuckle.

Afterward, he looked at Klein, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes.

He had originally thought that it would be this slightly off-kilter Klein who would discover the problem first, but he hadn't expected it to be Lynch.

Recalling the old man's suspicions about Lynch, he muttered under his breath that the old man was sick.

Compared to Lynch, Klein was much more suspicious.

He really didn't know why the old man always made him test Lynch.

The last time he had Dunn create a double-layered dream, it was the old man who suggested it, but what was the result?

Lynch had proven his loyalty to the captain with his life, and even though it was in a dream, it was still very moving.

And this time, the old man suspected that Lynch was hiding something from them again.

How could that be?

He hadn't noticed a single thing.

Even if the old man said some of Lynch's movements were like his, he felt there was no problem.

After spending a long time together, it was normal to have similar habits.

What's more, he also suspected that Lynch admired him and the captain, secretly learning their mannerisms; sometimes he was like him, sometimes like the captain.

He would smile knowingly every time he saw it.

If he had to say, that Klein was the one more worthy of observation.

A single commission handled by the other party could involve so much; he really didn't know if it was the attraction of high sequences or if there was a problem with the person himself.

If this dream had been had by Klein, he might have thought he was overthinking it, but now that this dream was had by Klein's roommate, Lynch, it was a bit strange.

Was this Klein really not trying to deliberately shake off suspicion?

He looked at Klein again, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, looking as if he had already seen through the other party.

Klein was completely bewildered by his gaze.

He had always felt that Leonard seemed to suspect him, so he tried his best to avoid the other man, yet this time, even though he hadn't been involved at all, he was being suspected again.

No, what exactly had he done to make this guy so sensitive?

He wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to ask, as the other party hadn't actually voiced his suspicions.

But it was precisely because of that that he felt even more helpless!

Klein could only look out the window, watching the carriage leave Daffodil Street and head toward the building they had visited during the day.

The carriage traveled for about half an hour before they finally arrived at the location.

Lynch stood downstairs, pointed to an open window on the upper floor, and said, "It's right here. I dreamt that I was in this very place, throwing the Antigonus Notebook inside. This feeling is just too real."

He pointed to the spot.

Frye immediately went to the position he indicated, observed the ground for a moment, and then said seriously, "Your footprints are here. I'm afraid this wasn't a dream."

"So that means I left the house for some unknown reason, came here, and threw the Antigonus Notebook inside? But the Antigonus Notebook hasn't been in my possession for a long time. The one the captain applied for me to have, I handed over to the black-clothed men from the Big Meat Church. Could they have returned it to me? Is this revenge?"

Lynch analyzed it earnestly, quickly shifting the blame away from himself.

The others had no other ideas and could only temporarily accept his analysis.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look; perhaps we'll find out."

Dunn turned on a flashlight, and they walked up the stairs.

"It's this door. When I was in the dream, the door was open, and there was someone sitting on a recliner with their back to me. You all be careful."

Lynch whispered at the doorway.

Dunn nodded. He tapped his revolver, signaling for Lynch and Klein to stand behind them with their own revolvers drawn.

"Protect yourselves."

Dunn reminded the two of them before kicking the door open.

As the door swung open, a stench of rot wafted out, and Lynch nearly vomited.

He quickly stepped back, waiting for the smell to dissipate as soon as possible.

Klein covered his nose tightly beside him, feeling as though he couldn't breathe.

"This wouldn't be a corpse, would it?"

Klein muttered. Just as Lynch was about to answer, he suddenly felt a gaze fixed on his back, and he whipped around, raising his revolver.

The door to the room where Elliott had been kidnapped during the day had been cracked open by someone, and a pair of eyes was staring intently at them from within.

"Come out, or I'll shoot. I don't want to cause a scene here and disturb others."