After delivering lunch and filling his stomach, Klein only rested for half an hour before rushing to the Shooting Club to practice his firearms. He didn't dare to relax at all.
After feeding him thousands of bullets and persevering day after day, his current shooting standard had finally reached what Dunn Smith considered to be a passable standard. Fixed targets were especially good.
After repeated repetitive practice, he put away his revolver and took a public carriage to the vicinity of his combat teacher, Gawain's residence. It took him ten minutes to walk to the front door.
Following that, he changed into a knight's training suit that he had just dried. He practiced from running, rope skipping, weight lifting, squatting, all the way to footwork and punching. He was drenched in sweat and exhausted.
"Rest for fifteen minutes." The white-haired, weather-beaten Gawain took out his pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.
He had maintained his silence since the beginning. He only spoke a word or two to remind Klein when he changed his training method or when Klein's movements weren't standard.
Klein panted heavily. He didn't dare to rest immediately. Instead, he paced back and forth. The most obvious effect of his recent combat training was that his skin had darkened significantly, turning into the color of wheat.
Gawain put away his pocket watch and stood beside the rough training ground behind the house. He crossed his arms and watched Klein relax. He was as quiet as a marble statue.
"Teacher, other than unarmed combat, will you teach me how to use a straight sword, broadsword, rapier, and spear?" Klein, who had just digested the Seer potion, was in a good mood. He took the initiative to ask.
He had seen straight swords, rapiers, and other weapons, as well as breastplates and full-body armor in Gawain's collection room. He knew that Gawain wasn't just good at unarmed combat.
Gawain, who was bathed in sunlight, glanced at him and said in a deep voice,
"It's useless for you to learn these things. They are things that are behind the times. In the future, they will only exist in museums and private collections …"
He was silent for a few seconds before he added in a weathered tone, "They have been eliminated … What you should focus on is firearms. Even combat is only supplementary."
Klein looked at the lethargic combat teacher and laughed.
"I don't think so."
"All the ministers, all the councilmen, and all the generals think so," Gawain said while clenching his teeth.
Klein stopped in his tracks and pretended to be typing. He spoke like a real keyboard expert.
"No, they're just retreating from the main battlefield. They have other uses."
"Why does combat have to be the opposite of firearms? They can be completely integrated together. I believe that people who are more agile and have faster reflexes will be able to make better use of guns. "
Seeing the silent Gawain's eyes suddenly turn sharp, Klein continued with a slight smugness.
"The other weapons haven't been eliminated either. They just need to be improved to make them more portable …"
"… We can organize a team with high mobility, bypass the main battlefield, and go straight to the enemy's rear, straight to their core … In this kind of small-scale ambush, warriors with excellent combat ability and various weapons can play a very important role. You can imagine this scene …"
He displayed his ability to know a little bit of everything, randomly mixing and describing the combat methods of special forces on Earth.
Gawain's breathing had turned heavy at some point in time. He stood there motionless, as if he didn't want to shatter the scene he had imagined.
Klein glanced at the other party's reaction and secretly chuckled. He cleared his throat and pretended to be reserved.
"Teacher, what do you think of my idea? Is there any possibility of it being realized? "
Gawain's body trembled visibly, as if he had finally woken up from a dream. He gave Klein a deep look and said in a deep voice, "The effects of your rest are pretty good.
"The effect of your rest is very good. Now, repeat ten sets of all the exercises you did before."
"Huh?" Klein looked confused.
Soon, he came to his senses as he started running again. He shouted in his heart,
Ten sets? Teacher, no!
I don't want to use such a method to "celebrate" myself completely digesting the Seer potion!
Hey, don't you feel anything?
…
As he watched Klein run to the other side of the training field, Gawain suddenly uncrossed his arms and covered his face with one hand.
His eyes were tightly shut, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and striking.
…
After nearly vomiting from exhaustion once again, Klein took a shower, changed his clothes, and bade farewell to the silent combat teacher, Gawain. He then took a public carriage and left Gawain's residence.
He didn't go home directly. Instead, he went to the Evil Dragon Bar in the dock area. He planned to go to the underground market to understand the price of Beyonder ingredients and buy the items needed to make charms.
Along the way, Klein didn't dare to sleep in consideration of the small stash he carried with him. He made it to his destination with great difficulty.
"I have to leave a balance of four pounds for the commission. I can only use three pounds and five soli …" He touched the notes in his pocket, took his cane, and walked out of the carriage.
At this time, the Sun had begun to set in the west. The luster of dusk dyed all the houses. The boxing and rat-catching matches in the Evil Dragon Bar were heating up.
After passing through the billiard room and many rooms, Klein entered the underground market.
He looked around, but he didn't see the Monster, Ade Misol, who was always active here.
"Didn't Old Neil say that the Monster survived only because the owner of the Evil Dragon Bar, Swain, took him in and gave him a bite to eat?" Klein muttered to himself in puzzlement.
As a Nighthawk, he was wary of such matters. Hence, he approached the burly man guarding the door and asked, "What's going on?
Hence, he approached the burly man guarding the door and asked, "Where's Ade Misol?"
The burly man replied without a smile, "I don't know where he's sleeping. He's been like this recently. He's been lying there trembling, constantly shouting 'dead, dead, corpses everywhere, they're all going to die.'"
What scene did he see? What agitation did he encounter? Klein frowned slightly and asked a few questions in detail, hoping to figure out where Ade Misol was sleeping. However, the guard didn't know either.
When I'm done, I'll use divination to find him and see what exactly happened to him … Klein made a mental note of the matter and walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the market.
According to Old Neil, the room on the left was used for loans and repayments, while the room on the right was a place to sell and purchase precious items, including Beyonder ingredients.
After knocking on the door of the room on the right, Klein discovered that it was separated into an inner and outer room. There were three customers waiting in the outer room.
He lowered his half top hat and sat behind the three customers. He leaned forward, pressed down on his cane, and waited in silence.
Not long after, the partition door opened, and a customer dressed in a blue-gray dock worker's uniform walked out. He lowered his head and left in a hurry without any hesitation.
Klein tapped his left molar twice and used his Spirit Vision to look at him and the other three customers. He didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Of course, there were still some minor ailments.
After another ten minutes or so, it was finally his turn.
He opened the partition door and walked into the inner room where the kerosene lamp was lit.
After locking the door, he sat on the customer's chair and looked at the old man in the black bonnet opposite him.
"I want to know what Beyonder ingredients you have and what their prices are."
The old man's cheek muscles drooped, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep. However, he was rather burly, and he wasn't surprised by Klein's request. This was because many customers weren't willing to let others know what they wanted to buy before confirming that they had a particular Beyonder ingredient. Typically, they would want to introduce everything.
The old man flipped to the latest pages of the notebook and glanced at Klein. He picked up the honey wine in front of him and took a sip.
"Water Ghost's brain tissue. Depending on the degree of completeness, it ranges from 3 to 15 pounds. Star Crystal for 50 grams, 150 pounds. Queen Bee Grass for 200 pounds. Adult Black-Spotted Frog for 170 pounds each … Human-faced Rose, 280 pounds. Only one …"
Klein controlled his emotional reaction and quietly listened to the old man's introduction. To think that such an underground transaction only had less than thirty Beyonder ingredients.
Touching the seven-pound note in his pocket, and thinking about Miss Justice's attitude toward 1,000 pounds, Klein silently stood up and sighed.
"Unfortunately, there's nothing I want."
Without waiting for the old man to ask, he quickly turned around, opened the partition door, and walked out.
Returning to the underground market, Klein looked ahead and was stunned for a few seconds. He sighed with a bitter smile in his heart.
I'm probably the poorest boss of a secret organization …
This made him even more determined to obtain the ingredients from the Nighthawks or to find Justice or The Hanging Man to exchange for them.
After circling the underground market twice, Klein chose to buy the ingredients needed to make charms, such as semi-finished silver plates, herbal powder, and natural ores needed for the corresponding ritual. He spent a total of 1 pound 15 soli.
I have a total of 5 pounds 10 soli left in my stash. After deducting the final payment from the commission, I still have 1 pound 10 soli left … Klein silently calculated his financial situation and felt helpless.
Of course, he knew very well that this was because he had only been working for slightly more than a month. If it were extended to a year, he could still save up more than a hundred pounds.
In another two weeks, I'll have to tell Baansen and Melissa that my salary has increased by 3 pounds. I can hire a maidservant … That way, I won't have any stash left … Klein thought as he walked to the main entrance of the underground market.
At that moment, he saw Old Neil, who was dressed in a classic black robe, slowly walk in.
"You bought everything?" Old Neil chuckled and greeted him.
"Yes," Klein answered frankly.
Old Neil immediately tsked and said, "You're really early."
"That's because I'm still hungry, and you've already enjoyed dinner." Klein casually made small talk with Old Neil.
After a while, the owner of Evil Dragon Bar, Swein, who was dressed in a navy officer's uniform, walked in. He approached the two with a serious expression and lowered his voice.
He said, "I need your help."
"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly turned serious, and Klein couldn't help but feel nervous.
Swein, whose brown hair was messy and whose body reeked of alcohol, replied in a deep voice.
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