“But then again, now that I have a cat, I’ll have to go rent a house.”
Roger looked at Bandit in front of him, already imagining the innkeeper kicking them, one man and one cat, out.
Pets were only one aspect; another was that even though he had taken all the cash he could find at home before leaving, it was still difficult to cover the daily expense of staying in an inn.
Compared to that, renting a house was a more economical and cost-effective choice.
“Speaking of which, Klein just rented a house, didn’t he?”
Roger suddenly had an idea.
He took out a crystal pendulum from his bag and wrapped the coin he had obtained from Klein earlier around the other end of the pendulum chain.
Although he could directly divine Klein’s location by tossing the coin, considering that the coin only had two sides, it was not as efficient as a pendulum in indicating direction.
This method was something he learned from the Abraham Family’s notes, a shortcut that could eliminate divination interference factors.
In this connection, the coin at the top symbolized the “premise,” while the pendulum below had the symbolic meaning of “result.”
Thus, this crystal pendulum established a mystical connection with Klein Moretti.
Even though he was not the only one who had held this coin, considering the will of the diviner, Roger himself, the divination result could still point to Klein himself with considerable accuracy.
Roger patted his trouser leg, and Bandit immediately understood, climbing up his leg on his own accord.
Leaving the inn, the pendulum’s pointer swung significantly towards the “west,” and Roger did not hesitate, heading west all the way.
At two intersections in between, he corrected his direction again with the pendulum and finally arrived at a relatively quiet residential street.
“Daffodil Street… Yes, that’s right, this is where the Moretti family later lived.”
Roger glanced at the street sign and nodded to himself.
He walked quickly down Daffodil Street and soon found the “Tingen City Housing Improvement Company.”
Pushing the door open, Roger happened to see Klein and another man and woman standing inside the company, talking to a middle-aged man in a white shirt and black vest.
Leaving aside that the middle-aged man was naturally an employee of the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company, the young man next to Klein bore a strong resemblance to him, but appeared older and lacked the faint scholarly air that Klein possessed.
The girl was about 16 years old, and her features also bore a strong resemblance to the two gentlemen beside her.
From her attire and demeanor, she appeared to be the type who was diligent, thrifty, intelligent, and capable in managing a household.
These were Klein’s elder brother and younger sister, Benson and Melissa.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, all four looked towards the entrance, only to see a young gentleman wearing a wide-brimmed fedora, holding a silver-inlaid cane, dressed in a brown overcoat, but with a sudden, incongruous sight of a tabby cat, appearing to be only about 3 months old, standing on his shoulder.
The other three were fine, but Klein was visibly stunned when he saw Roger.
“It is truly my honor to meet you again here, handsome and kind sir.”
Roger also feigned surprise.
He quickly walked forward and shook Klein’s hand.
“Klein, it seems you’ve made quite a few new friends recently.”
Benson watched Klein and Roger exchange pleasantries with a smile, his tone quite relieved. The source of this chapter is g.com.
At this moment, his younger brother was gently stroking Bandit on Roger’s body, and hearing this, he also nodded.
“Actually, we’ve only met once.
This is from the Tingen City Stray Cat Protection Association… Um…”
Klein then realized he didn’t know Roger’s name, and the latter immediately smiled and added:
“Metersbonwe.”
Hearing this name, Klein’s mouth visibly twitched, but he quickly returned to normal.
“…Um, Mr.
Meters, it’s a pleasure to formally meet you.
I am Klein Moretti.
This is my brother Benson and my sister Melissa.”
When they met last time, Klein was still somewhat suspicious of Roger’s identity, but now seeing the kitten on his shoulder, he was much more convinced.
After all, the other party’s attire and demeanor were very proper, unlike the kind of con artists he was used to seeing in the Lower Street.
Furthermore, the other party even carried a kitten with him when he went out, allowing the cat’s claws to scratch at his expensive coat.
This, by all accounts, was the behavior of a genuine cat lover.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
Roger greeted Benson and Melissa in turn, then looked at Klein again.
“Mr.
Moretti, are your family also here to rent a house?”
“Yes, and you?”
“Yes, the place I’m currently living in is about to expire, and I’m a bit tired of that neighborhood.
I want to try a different place,” Roger fabricated casually.
Seeing that the four had finished their pleasantries, the middle-aged housing agent finally interjected:
“Everyone, my name is Scott.
What kind of house are you looking for?”
“A terraced house.”
“Currently, we don’t have many terraced houses for whole-house rental left.
One is at 2 Narcissus Street, one in the North District, and one in the East District—weekly rent ranges from 12 to 16 Soli.
You can look at the specific descriptions.”
With that, Scott handed two brochures to Benson and Roger respectively.
Roger quickly flipped through the brochure.
He knew that the Klein family would choose the house at 2 Narcissus Street, and he didn’t want to compete with them, so he directly turned to the house in the North District.
In Tingen City, the Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and Mandated Punishers each managed their respective areas, with the North District, West District, and Golden Wutong District all being under the responsibility of the Nighthawks.
Considering that he had already connected with Klein, if he encountered any difficult problems later, he would have room to maneuver.
The house in the North District was very similar to the one at 2 Narcissus Street.
It not only had a dining room, kitchen, living room, and three bedrooms, but also an underground storage room and two restrooms.
This house was too large for Roger, who was living alone with only a cat, and completely unnecessary.
He shook his head: “Mr.
Scott, I’d like to ask if there are any terraced houses that only rent out one floor.
Either the second floor or the first floor would be fine.”
Considering that he liked cleanliness and needed a quiet environment to engage in “illegal mystical activities,” Roger did not want to be squeezed with others in a noisy building like those on Iron Cross Street, where restrooms had to be shared.
And co-renting a terraced house would be the best option.
“Of course, coincidentally, there is one right here on Daffodil Street.
“4 Daffodil Street, 1st floor, with the right to use the underground storage room, can be taken for 7 Soli a week.”
Scott’s answer was beyond Roger’s expectation.
He had originally thought he would have to travel far, but he never expected to have the chance to be Klein’s neighbor.
“Could it be the Transmigrator Convergence Law?”
Roger muttered to himself while gesturing with his fingers, as if calculating.
“1, 2, 3… 7 Soli…”
When he counted to “7,” his index finger, middle finger, and thumb of his right hand were pressed together, and then he showed a troubled expression.
Klein’s expression had originally been quite relaxed, but when he inadvertently saw Roger gesturing “7” with his fingers, his pupils immediately constricted, and he was startled.
The latter, however, ignored this.
He said to Scott: “It’s a bit expensive, but in any case, I want to see the house first.”
“No problem.” Scott immediately agreed and then arranged for another employee to take Roger to view the house.
Meanwhile, he himself left the company with the Moretti siblings and walked towards 2 Narcissus Street.