Walking down Zotland Street, a humid breeze blowing, the spirited Klein suddenly realized something:
he only had 3 pence left. A bus ride back to Iron Cross Street would cost 4 pence, and giving change in a 1-pound note would be like paying for a cheap bottle of water with 100 pounds before his time travel—it wasn't that he had no other options, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Use 3 pence for a 3-kilometer ride, then walk the rest?" Klein put one hand in his pocket, slowed his pace, and considered other options.
"No way!" He quickly rejected the first idea.
Walking the rest of the way would take quite a while, and carrying a "huge sum" of 12 pounds was too unsafe!
Besides, he had deliberately left his revolver behind, worried it might be confiscated by the "Night Watchers," s
