Chapter 128 The Poor Fool

After delivering lunch and filling his stomach, Klein only rested for more than half an hour before rushing to the shooting club to practice firearms, not daring to relax a bit.

With the feeding of thousands of bullets and persistence day after day, his current shooting level has finally reached the passing line that Dunn Smith thinks, and the fixed target is especially good.

After practicing mechanically again and again, he put away the revolver, took a public carriage to arrive near the residence of fighting teacher Gao Wen, and walked to the front of the gate in ten minutes.

Then, he put on the freshly dried knight practice clothes, and practiced from running, skipping rope, weightlifting, squatting and other items to steps and punches, sweating and exhausted.

"Take a fifteen-minute break." Gao Wen, with blond hair and white temples and a weathered face, took out his pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.

From the very beginning to now, he has remained silent, and only spoke a few words of reminder when the training method was changed or when some of Klein's movements were not standardized.

Panting heavily, Klein didn't dare to rest directly, and started to walk back and forth slowly - the most intuitive reaction to his fighting practice during this period is that his skin has darkened a lot, turning into a so-called wheat color.

Gawain put away his pocket watch, stood beside the rough practice field behind the house, and watched Klein relax with his arms folded, as quiet as a marble statue.

"Teacher, besides unarmed combat, will you teach me how to use straight swords, big swords, rapiers, and long spears?" Klein, who had just digested the "Seer" potion, was in a good mood and asked proactively.

He had seen weapons such as straight swords and rapiers, as well as breastplates and full-body armor in Gao Wen's collection room, and knew that the opponent was not only good at unarmed combat.

Gawain, who was bathed in the sun, raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said in a low voice:

"It's useless for you to learn these things. They are things that are behind the times and can only exist in museums and private collections in the future..."

He was silent for a few seconds, and then added with a vicissitudes of life: "They have been eliminated... What you should pay attention to is firearms, even if you are fighting, they are only auxiliary."

Klein glanced at the angry fighting teacher, and smiled:

"I don't think so."

"All the ministers, all the congressmen, and all the generals think so." Gao Wen gritted his teeth.

Klein stopped in his tracks, pretending that he was typing, and talked like a real keyboard expert:

"No, they just withdrew from the frontal battlefield, and they have other uses."

"Why must fighting and firearms be the opposite? They can be completely integrated. I believe that people who are more flexible, agile and have faster reactions can better play the role of firearms."

Seeing the silent Gawain's eyes suddenly sharpen, Klein continued with a little satisfaction:

"Other weapons have not been eliminated, but they need to be improved to make them more portable..."

"...We can organize a very mobile team, bypass the frontal battlefield, go straight to the enemy's rear, and go straight to their center... In this small-scale raid, those who have excellent fighting ability and are good at various Warriors with this kind of weapon can play a very important role, you can imagine such a scene..."

He used his ability to know a little bit about everything, and described the fighting methods of special forces on the earth in a random mixture.

Gao Wen's breathing became heavy at some point, and he stood there without moving, as if unwilling to break the imaginary picture.

Klein glanced at the other party's reaction, heyed secretly, cleared his throat, and said in a reserved manner:

"Teacher, what do you think of my idea? Is it possible to realize it?"

Gawain's body visibly trembled, as if he had finally woken up from a dream. He took a deep look at Klein, and said in a low voice:

"The effect of your rest is very good, now redo all the previous exercises for ten sets.

"

"Huh?" Klein looked blank.

Soon, he came to his senses after starting to run again, and shouted frantically in his heart:

Ten groups? Teacher, don't!

I don't want to "congratulate" myself for completely digesting the "Seer" potion in this way!

Hey, are you not touched?

...

Watching Klein run to the other side of the training ground, Gawain suddenly let go of his encircling hands and covered his face with one palm.

His eyes were tightly closed, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and striking.

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Klein, who was almost tired again, took a shower, changed his clothes, bid farewell to the still silent fighting teacher Gao Wen, and left the other's residence in a public carriage.

He didn't go home directly, but went to the Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to find out the price of extraordinary materials and buy items for making spells.

On the way, Klein took care of the small treasury he carried with him, so he did not dare to sleep, and made it to the destination with great difficulty.

"I have to leave a balance of 4 pounds for the entrustment. The only thing I can use is 3 pounds 5 soli..." He touched the banknotes in his pocket, took his walking stick, and walked out of the carriage.

At this time, the sun has begun to set, and the light of dusk is soaking all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dogs catching mice" competitions in the Dragon Bar are warming up.

After passing through the billiard room and through a series of rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market.

He looked around, but didn't find the "monster" Ademisor who was always active here.

"Didn't Old Neil say that the 'monster' survived only because the owner of the Dragon Bar, Swain, took him in and gave him a bite to eat?" Klein murmured to himself with some doubts.

As a Nighthawk, he was vigilant enough to similar things, so he approached the strong man guarding the door and asked:

"Where is Admisol?"

The burly man replied without a smile: "I don't know where to hide and sleep. He has always been like this recently. He has been lying and shaking, and has been yelling, 'Dead, dead, they are all corpses, they are all going to die'."

What picture did he see again? What stimulus did you encounter? Klein frowned slightly, and asked carefully, trying to find out where Ademisor was sleeping, but the guards didn't know either.

"When I'm done, I'll use divination to find him and see what happened to him..." Klein remembered this and walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.

According to Old Neil, the room on the left is used for borrowing and returning, and the room on the right is a place for selling and purchasing precious items, including extraordinary materials.

Knocking on the door of the room on the right, Klein found that the room was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and there were three customers waiting in the outside room.

He lowered his half-height silk top hat, sat behind the three customers in order, leaned forward, pressed his cane, and waited silently.

Not long after, the partition door opened, and a customer wearing a blue-gray dockworker uniform came out. He lowered his head and hurried away without stopping.

Klein tapped his left tooth twice, looked at him with "spiritual vision", and glanced at the other three customers. Nothing too unusual happened. Of course, certain minor illnesses still exist.

After another ten minutes, it was finally his turn.

He opened the partition door and walked into the room lit by kerosene lamps.

After locking the door, he sat on the chair belonging to the customer, looked at the old man wearing a black soft hat and said:

"I would like to know what extraordinary materials you have and their prices."

The old man had sagging cheek muscles and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was quite burly, and he was not surprised by Klein's request, because many customers were unwilling to let people know that he wanted a certain Extraordinary material. When you buy something, you generally want to introduce it all.

The old man turned to the latest few pages of the notebook, glanced at Klein, took a sip of the honey wine placed in front of him and said:

"The water ghost's brain tissue, depending on the degree of completeness, ranges from 3 pounds to 15 pounds. Star crystals cost 150 pounds per 50 grams, queen bee grass costs 200 pounds, and adult black-spotted frogs cost 170 pounds each... Human-faced roses, 280 pounds, only one..."

Klein controlled his emotional reaction, and quietly listened to the old man's introduction, but such an underground transaction actually contained less than thirty extraordinary materials.

After touching the 7-pound bill in his pocket, and thinking about Miss Justice's attitude towards the 1,000-pound bill, Klein got up silently, and sighed:

"Unfortunately, there is nothing I want."

Without waiting for the old man to ask, he quickly turned around, opened the partition door, and walked out.

Back in the underground trading market, Klein stared ahead, stayed there for a few seconds, and said with a wry smile in his heart:

"I'm probably the poorest secret organization boss..."

This made him more determined to obtain materials from inside the Nighthawks or exchange them with justice and the Hanged Man.

After walking around the underground trading market twice, Klein selected and purchased materials for making talismans, such as semi-finished silver pieces, such as herbal powders and natural ores corresponding to the ritual needs, which cost him a total of 1 pound 15 soli.

There was a total of 5 pounds 10 solis left in the private house, and 1 pound 10 solis left after deducting the entrusted balance... Klein silently calculated his financial situation, feeling helpless.

Of course, he is very clear that this is because he has only worked for more than a month. If the time is extended to one year, more than one hundred pounds can still be saved.

"In another two weeks, I have to tell Benson and Melissa that my salary has increased by 3 pounds, and I can hire a handyman... In this way, I will have no private money..." Klein walked towards the underground trading market while thinking. main entrance.

Just then, he saw Old Neil in a black classic robe slowly walking in.

"All bought?" Old Neil greeted with a smile.

"Yes." Klein replied frankly.

Old Neil suddenly clicked his tongue: "It's really early for you to come."

"It's because I'm still hungry, and you've already had dinner." Klein greeted Old Neil very casually.

After a while, Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar wearing a naval officer uniform, came in from outside, approached the two with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice:

"I need your help."

"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Klein couldn't help but raise his heart.

With messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol, Swain replied in a deep voice:

"A member of the 'Punisher' team has lost control nearby. We must deal with him before he causes harm to ordinary people!"