Generous Melissa

"I don't know, I really don't know. After I was woken up by the sound of Lynch fainting last night, I found myself slumped over the desk, and that sentence was already written on the surface."

Klein was not lying.

In any case, this was what he had discovered after transmigrating here.

If these people didn't believe him, he had even planned to have Lynch help him provide a false testimony.

But to his surprise, everyone except that officer Mountbatten believed him.

The green-eyed officer even smiled specifically before heading out the door: "Generally speaking, in cases like this, it is the norm for everyone to be dead. We are very glad to see that you are still alive."

Speaking of which, he glanced at Lynch again.

"Perhaps it is because of this gentleman; he pulled you, which caused him to be injured, but it also pulled you away from death. Of course, this is just a possibility."

Watching these officers leave, Klein felt a bit dazed.

They just believed it?

And what did that sentence about everyone dying being the norm mean?

He shook his head and looked at Lynch again, wanting to seek his thoughts, but Lynch did not answer; instead, he kept his head down, lost in thought.

"What do you think?"

Klein couldn't help but ask.

After all, both he and Lynch were involved in this matter now, so they should be able to exchange opinions.

Lynch took a deep breath and turned to look at Klein.

"I'm thinking that they haven't given me the two pounds in cash yet! I plan to go ask them for it right now; that money is what I'm owed!"

Klein: ...

No, you were so serious, and that's all you were thinking about?

But two pounds did seem quite important.

"Go quickly, be careful they don't get too far away!"

That was almost half of the medical expenses!

No, wait, with the help of officer Mountbatten, perhaps three pounds could settle those debts, and he would only need to pay one pound and ten Sule.

Although this was still a lot of money, saving one pound was the greatest gain.

It was just that the thought of Lynch getting two pounds of compensation all at once made his heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.

Seeing others make money was even more painful than losing money himself.

Lynch put the recovered compensation into his wallet and walked into Klein's house with a tense expression the entire way.

It wasn't that he valued this money so much; it was mainly because making money in this world was truly too difficult.

The original owner only made one pound and ten Sule a week.

And that was only after finding a job recently; before that, it was only one pound a week.

Suddenly getting two pounds was enough for him to relax for a week.

It would allow him enough time to find officer Mountbatten, join as an auxiliary officer as soon as possible, and then become officer Mountbatten's lackey.

Although it didn't sound good, he was truly happy to do it.

"Did you get the money?"

Seeing him return, Klein asked with an amused tone.

Look at this guy, was it really necessary?

It was as if he suspected someone would rob him of those two pounds on the way!

"I got it. When are we eating dinner?"

Lynch felt his stomach, which seemed to be empty again; after exercising for a while, he had already digested everything.

"Wait a bit longer, Melissa won't be back for a few hours."

Klein muttered, then acted as if he hadn't seen Lynch's regretful look. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say: "Aren't you worried?"

"Worried about what?"

Lynch looked puzzled.

Staying with the protagonist, he felt there was nothing to worry about.

Besides, the Antigonus Notebook had already been taken away, so what could be the problem?

"It's what that officer said—that when things like this happen, everyone dying is the norm. Aren't you afraid?"

Klein said with some panic.

Lynch shook his head.

"What is there to be afraid of? Besides, I'm just an outsider, so it shouldn't matter much, right? If you have time to worry, why not help me think about how to spend this money?"

"How about using it to bribe Officer Mountbatten to see if he can get me a job? Once I get promoted and a raise, I'll take you along to get rich!"

Klein: ...

Could you stop saying things that sound like a cannon fodder character?

Although he was a little touched that this guy still knew to take him along to get rich, these words really sounded like the things people in TV dramas said right before something bad happened to them.

However!

"If you're going to bribe Officer Mountbatten, can you include me in that? I want to work there too!"

Klein looked at Lynch with a thick-skinned expression.

Lynch indicated that it was no problem.

Anyway, Klein would have his own job soon and definitely wouldn't look down on a position as an auxiliary police officer. He agreed casually; it didn't cost him anything to fulfill, and it earned him a favor.

"Thank you so much! I'll give you another half a piece of black bread, consider it my share!"

Klein gratefully let Lynch choose the bread from the bag himself.

Lynch immediately and unceremoniously found a clean piece of bread, broke off a large half, and ate it with water, his face full of bliss.

Not to mention, food he used to turn his nose up at now tasted absolutely delicious.

It was just that he was still a little hungry.

He lay back on Klein's bed, deciding to take another nap to get through these agonizing few hours.

He was probably truly exhausted, because when he woke up, Klein was already cooking.

The room was filled with a fragrance that made his stomach growl incessantly.

"When is Melissa coming back?"

He took a deep breath of the fragrant air, swallowing his saliva as he asked Klein.

Klein checked his watch.

"Soon, in about two minutes..."

Before he could finish, the door was opened.

At the doorway stood Melissa, holding her hat and bag. She looked a bit unwell, and her gaze toward Lynch and Klein was somewhat unfriendly.

"I went to your company, and Benson told me they fired you. This means you might not be able to come up with two pounds and ten Sule."

She looked quite worried.

Lynch couldn't come up with the money, and Klein couldn't either. If the doctor came to ask, they might have their valuable belongings taken away, even though there weren't many valuable things in the house.

"Don't worry, Officer Beech Mountbatten came today. He promised to help us reduce the medical expenses to three pounds. Additionally, they told me that because they thought I was involved in a case, they frequently bothered my boss, which led to me being fired, so they gave me two pounds in compensation."

Lynch waved his wallet.

Melissa's expression softened, and then she looked at Klein.

"Did you really hit him?"

She still seemed unable to believe that Klein would hit someone, but Klein admitted it.

He nodded, feeling somewhat ashamed.

"I don't know why either. Maybe I had a bit to drink last night, my head wasn't clear on the way, and I was stopped by Lynch, so the alcohol went to my head... I was wrong."

He looked at his sister Melissa's condemning expression and lowered his head in guilt.

"Alcohol went to your head? You men shouldn't drink at all. A true gentleman would never do such a thing!"

Melissa glared at Klein unhappily, and her expression toward Lynch gradually turned into one of apology.

She hadn't believed it before and had even treated this gentleman poorly; it really shouldn't have happened.

This gentleman had been hit by Klein and only asked them to pay half the medical expenses; he was truly too generous.

"How about this! Until you find a job, you can eat here, and I won't charge you for food."

This was truly great.

Lynch almost wanted to kowtow to Melissa.

What a generous and magnanimous sister!