Gift vouchers.
Dozens of pounds, and all I got were these... Klein stared blankly at the two vouchers in his hand.
Why did this feel just like my boss handing out shopping cards instead of bonuses before I transmigrated?
"Sigh. Why did I come up with such a lousy excuse?" He rubbed his temples in frustration.
"Thinking back, that was really awkward. If I hadn't had my Clown abilities, I probably would have given myself away on the spot."
Klein sighed softly.
Since Charles had asked him that, he must have known the rumor had come from Klein.
If Klein had simply shaken his head and claimed he knew nothing, he probably would only have annoyed him.
With no other choice, Klein had nodded and admitted he had misspoken that day. His stomach trouble had been caused by his own irregular eating habits and had nothing to do with the society's cafeteria.
And because of that, his reward of several dozen pounds had turned into two gift vouchers.
"Rumors spread through the society faster than I imagined!"
"Looks like the rumor about my bad stomach is going to stick..."
Klein sighed at the thought.
"Forget it. It's better than nothing." He sighed again and tucked the vouchers into his pocket, planning to visit that Gift Shop when he had some free time.
With that lingering sense of regret, Klein headed toward his rented home at 15 Minsk Street. Before he got close, he spotted someone pacing outside his door.
Someone's here to see me? He had been handling all his work at the society these past few days and hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him at home.
Klein looked ahead and saw that his visitor was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, wearing an old overcoat unsuitable for