Who did it?

After Melissa's attitude improved, she intended to cook for these two grown boys, but the moment she stepped into the kitchen, she smelled a rich, savory aroma in the air.

"Who made this?"

She looked toward Lynch.

She didn't think Klein knew how to cook; perhaps this gentleman had made it, as the craft smelled truly excellent.

"It was Klein. I only did what little I could to help."

Lynch whispered.

It was fortunate that Klein hadn't heard him, or he surely would have fought him for it.

He had hogged the bed for the entire afternoon; what had he actually done?

Snored?

"Klein can cook?"

Melissa still found it hard to believe.

Lynch stood to the side and insisted it was true, "He did a proper job of it!"

As he spoke, he gave Klein a thumbs-up.

Klein thought of the original owner's past behavior and really wanted Lynch to shut up!

He didn't want Melissa to discover that he wasn't the original owner.

"Ahem, it was Welch. He had many recipes, so I took a look and came back to give it a try."

"Try?"

A look of worry leaked into Melissa's eyes.

She was clearly afraid that Klein had wasted the tender lamb.

"Come on, have a taste. I think it's not bad."

Klein ladled a bowl of pea stew with lamb for both Lynch and Melissa.

The meat was accompanied by plenty of potatoes and onions, which brought out an exceptionally fragrant aroma from the lamb.

Lynch went to wash his hands and immediately soaked his black bread in the bowl, eating in large mouthfuls.

Melissa was still a bit hesitant, but seeing Lynch's reaction, she couldn't help but take a bite.

With just that one bite, her eyes widened in delight at the flavor.

Delicious!

"If it's good, eat more!"

Klein encouraged Melissa to try more of the meat, then, ignoring the two of them, he began to enjoy his own dinner with a degree of elegance.

Although Klein felt the taste was only at a passing level, the two people across from him were eating without even lifting their heads.

Lynch, in particular, kept giving him a thumbs-up.

A master chef!

A truly wonderful cook!

He certainly wouldn't have cared about this in his past life, but for someone like the original owner who hadn't seen meat in a long time, even if it were just seasoned with salt, it would be a delicacy—let alone something cooked this well.

After finishing the food, Lynch finally felt much more comfortable in his stomach.

His body had a rather large appetite; while Klein and Melissa were stuffed, he only felt it was just right, and he could have even squeezed in a bit more.

No wonder the original owner never had enough money; having such a large appetite in this era was quite difficult.

He shook his head and watched Melissa's figure as she carried the plates away to wash them, feeling that life was wonderful—if only Melissa weren't looking at them with such judgmental eyes.

Yes, Melissa had discovered that Klein had used pepper and lard, and she was nearly heartbroken, looking at the two of them with great displeasure.

"I'll do the cooking from now on. Both of you... need to find job interviews; you're quite busy!"

Interviews?

Lynch thought of Officer Mountbatten. He would go ask tomorrow to see if he could succeed. Right, he needed to make a silk banner; he didn't know where one could be made, and he hoped it wouldn't be too expensive.

Contemplating these matters, Lynch said goodnight to the Klein siblings, occupied Klein's room, and lay back down on the bed.

He felt that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

Having been unconscious for a night and then sleeping for an entire afternoon, it was impossible for a normal person to fall asleep.

But he fell asleep nonetheless.

However, he immediately discovered that he was dreaming.

The Stone of Myriad Phenomena in his mind was burning hot, reminding him that this was a dream and that someone had pulled him into it. Energy was being consumed rapidly to counteract his lucidity within the dream, which made Lynch's heart ache.

Was it easy for him to accumulate energy?

Did they really have to pull him into a dream?

Following Lynch's irritation, a knocking sound came from the door.

Lynch didn't even need to guess; it was definitely Dunn Smith.

He remembered that this captain was a Nightmare, and in the original work, he had pulled Klein into a dream. He hadn't expected that this time, he wouldn't let him off either.

"Who is it?"

Lynch sighed, still pretending to ask with confusion.

He didn't want anyone to know that he could remain conscious within a dream.

"It's me, Dunn Smith."

"Alright, wait a moment, I'm coming to open the Gate of Opening."

Lynch opened the door, and Dunn walked in, looking around the room before asking, "Where is Klein?"

"He's in Benson's room... uh, he's right there."

Just as Lynch spoke, Klein had already arrived at the room, looking at Dunn with confusion.

"What's the matter?"

Klein looked at Dunn strangely.

"We received definitive information that on the evening of the 27th, someone saw Mr. Welch seeing you out and having a conversation with you."

Klein was not panicked.

He had already guessed when the police came today that the original owner had indeed gone to see Welch yesterday.

"I really forgot, whether you believe me or not."

Dunn smiled, not minding what he said, and instead brought up another matter.

"We discovered that Mr. Welch lost a revolver; it should be with you, right?"

Klein was startled, but he quickly raised his hands, indicating that he had the gun on his person and that Dunn and his team could come and take it directly.

He didn't specify which pocket it was in, but he trusted that these people would certainly find it when they searched him.

However, Dunn didn't ask him to hand it over, instead telling him and Lynch to come out with him.

"We said during the day that experts would come to help you recover your memories. Now you can come with me, get in the carriage."

He pointed to the carriage outside.

Lynch climbed into the carriage without the slightest concern.

Before being pulled into the dream, he might have been worried, but now that he was in a dream, the Stone of Myriad Phenomena could keep him conscious, so he naturally wasn't afraid of being exposed.

He was only worried now that his energy wouldn't be enough.

Right.

Lynch immediately had the Stone of Myriad Phenomena pause the generation of pathways. Currently, aside from shielding gazes, the Stone of Myriad Phenomena only needed to deal with this matter first.

If he ran out of energy and ended up revealing his transmigration and the plot of Lord of the Mysteries while in the dream, that would be awkward.

"Klein, it's your turn."

Dunn watched Lynch get into the carriage, then turned his head to look at Klein.

His expression was gentle, whereas Klein looked rather guilty.

Just then, a street vendor outside suddenly started an argument, and Klein immediately took advantage of the chaos to run off into the distance.

Lynch grabbed the body of Dunn, who was about to give chase, a righteous smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to chase him, you'll have to kill me first!"

This was a dream, so it was the perfect time to show off his loyalty to his friend; this would prove that his behavior of stopping Klein yesterday was normal.

Otherwise, how could someone who was timid and cautious stop Klein to ask about his situation when he saw that something was wrong?

Of course, the main reason was that this was a dream.

If Klein were running away in reality, he would definitely distance himself from Klein first; after all, the revolver pointed at his forehead was truly a bit frightening.

The Dunn and Leonard in front of him both looked fierce and menacing. Lynch complained inwardly; he was truly suffering for the sake of The Fool!