Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Klein returned to 2 Daffodil Street in high spirits after enjoying a hot pot feast and getting the "Clown" potion formula for free-or so he believed.
He took out his key, unlocked the security door, and hurried up the stairs to the second-floor bathroom.
Seven or eight minutes later, a thoroughly refreshed Klein washed his hands and returned to his bedroom.
Although neither Benson nor Melissa was home, he still habitually locked his bedroom door and drew the curtains before dropping a copper penny into the gas meter and lighting the gas lamp.
And just like that, Klein indulged in a luxury he had never imagined when he first transmigrated-
Drawing the curtains tight in broad daylight, then wasting gas on lighting.
Next, he meditated for half an hour, practiced Spirit Vision, pendulum divination, and divining rod techniques for another half hour, then spent a full hour reviewing his occult knowledge from memory.
By then, it was a quarter to three.
Klein took out the imitation parchment bearing the "Clown" potion formula again and gave it another look, confirming that he had memorized its contents completely. Even if he forgot something later, he could recall it through meditation or divination.
Only then did he take a box of matches from the drawer, strike one with a rasp, and bring it close to the edge of the paper.
Orange-red flames bit into the paper and spread rapidly, reducing it to ashes that spiraled down to the bottom of the wooden wastebasket.
As for why he had checked it so repeatedly... Klein firmly believed that if he really forgot the formula, Lin Chuan would never charge him another two hundred and fifty pounds, but he would absolutely charge him ten.
Then he would graciously call it a "processing fee," giving