2 Daffodil Street.
Lin Chuan glanced down at the Book of the Night in his hand, then waved it at Klein beside him and asked:
"Does this go on the desk too?"
"Which one?" Klein was busy wiping the glass. He asked reflexively before turning around and seeing the book in Lin Chuan's hand.
"The Goddess's scripture? Yes, just put it on the desk. The shelves are for historical materials."
Only after wiping the last bit of the window did Klein let out a long breath and roll down his sleeves. His empty stomach felt as though it were on fire.
Outside, the blazing sun sank toward the west. A thin wash of golden light passed through the bay window, now polished like new, and fell onto the desk, making the title of the Book of the Night gleam.
Although he was truly hungry now, Klein did not rush out for a hearty meal. Instead, he thanked Lin Chuan with earnest solemnity:
"Sorry for all the trouble."
After signing the lease for 2 Daffodil Street and visiting a notary at the Tingen City Notary Office, Benson had talked Curly... ahem, Mr. Frenchy into signing a "contract termination agreement."
Benson and Melissa had first gone with Klein to Wilker's Clothing and Hat Shop, spending a full eight pounds on a formal suit for him.
Then they had begun preparing for the move, only to run into Lin Chuan on their way back to Iron Cross Street. He had just finished lunch at the Bonaparte Restaurant.
There was no helping it. Although the Intis-style "fine dining" did not really suit Lin Chuan's tastes either, it was at least a little better than the "Loen cuisine" at Tingen's local restaurants.
So, at noon the next day, Lin Chuan had once again visited the