Chapter 97 Fighting Teacher

At two o'clock in the afternoon, on the outskirts of the North District, outside a two-story house with a quaint style and a disrepair.

Klein, who was wearing a probationary inspector uniform, looked at the overgrown garden and the wall with many plants, and said sideways in surprise:

"My martial arts teacher lives here?"

The fighters who can be picked by the Nighthawks team must be very good...

Leonard Mitchell, who led him over, said with a low smile:

"Don't despise Mr. Gawain because of the living environment. Although he did not get the title in the end, he was once a real knight."

Speaking of which, the poet's temperament Nighthawk, who casually wears a white shirt, black trousers and buttonless leather boots, is suddenly full of sentimentality:

"He was active in the last glorious years of the knights, those warriors in breastplates charged frantically against the array of muskets and artillery, destroying their opponents and flattening the front, alas, they were soon ushered in high-pressure steam rifles and six After the invention and installation of the machine gun, the knights have gradually withdrawn from the stage since then.”

"The same is true of Mr. Gawain. More than 20 years ago, his Akhova Knights encountered the army of the Republic of Intis with the most advanced weapons... Hey, whenever I think of this, I seem to have touched the dust of history. , I was shocked by the vicissitudes and fate that could not be reversed, and there were poems brewing and surging in my heart, but I didn't know how to write poems."

...then what are you talking about? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard's self-deprecation, and suggested solemnly:

"My college classmates told me that writing poetry is something that requires a lot of talent, and it is best to start by reading "Luen's Early Classical Poetry Collection"."

Leonard's mood changed as soon as he said it, and he said lightly and happily:

"I have already bought this book of poetry, as well as books such as "The Selected Poems of Roselle". I will try my best to become a midnight poet, Mr. Diviner."

Is this implying... acting? Klein replied as if he didn't understand anything:

"Then you also need grammar books."

"Okay, let's go in." Leonard stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-closed iron gate, and walked towards the house along the road that could allow the two of them to go side by side.

Before he got close, Klein saw the front door open, and a tall man came out of the house.

His blond hair is short,

The temples have appeared white, the skin on the face has traces of wind and frost, and the forehead lines, crow's feet and nasolabial lines are deep and obvious.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Gawain, according to the contract you signed with the Police Department, our trainee inspector will follow you to learn how to fight." Leonard explained with a smile.

"Fighting? There is no need to learn fighting in this era." Gawain looked at Klein with slightly cloudy eyes, and said deadly, "You should practice drawing and shooting, and master the most advanced weapons."

Is this a psychological shadow from a six-barrel machine gun and a high-pressure steam rifle? Klein didn't respond rashly, and looked at Leonard amusingly.

"For the police, fighting is still a subject that must be mastered. Most of the criminals we face are not demons that must be executed immediately. They may not even have weapons. At this time, fighting skills are needed." Renner De was prepared to speak.

Gao Wen sullenly said, after being silent for more than ten seconds:

"You try to punch."

He was speaking to Klein.

Klein, who did not have a cane, recalled the boxing match he had seen in his previous life, raised his arm and waved it forward.

The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched invisibly, and he thought about it and said:

"Kick."

Half of the body, swinging his hips, Klein tightened his thighs and pulled out his right foot.

"Cough..." Gawain put his hand to his mouth, coughed twice, looked at Leonard and said, "I will abide by the contract, but in his situation, for the first month, he only needs to come every week. Four times, three hours at a time."

"You're a fighting expert, you decide." Leonard nodded without hesitation, and said to Klein with a smile, "See you at dinner."

After he walked out of the iron fence gate, Klein asked curiously:

"Teacher, where should I start practicing? Punching, or footsteps?"

As a qualified keyboard powerhouse, he knows that the footsteps of fighting are also very important.

Gawain put his hands on his sides, Mu shook his head heavily and said:

"What you need most right now is strength exercises."

"See there? There are two iron dumbbells, and they are your companions today."

"In addition to that, you also need to practice things like squats, running and jumping rope, and we come in groups."

While Klein was in a daze, his voice suddenly rose, and he asked solemnly:

"do you understand?"

"Understood!" At this moment, Klein felt that he had returned to military training, facing an inhuman instructor.

"Go and change your clothes first, there is a knight training uniform on the sofa." Gawain sighed suddenly, turned his hands behind his back, and walked towards the pair of iron-black dumbbells.

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At six o'clock in the evening, a corner of the Old Vail restaurant.

Except for Fry, who was on duty at Chanis Gate, all members of the Blackthorn Security Company were present, a total of six night watchmen and five civilian staff.

The white tablecloth was quietly spread on the long table, and the waiters came with plate after plate of food, they cut it first, and then delivered it to each guest separately.

Klein saw the steak with black pepper sauce, the bacon, the sausage with mashed potatoes, the custard, the aloe vera, the special cheese, and the amber champagne, but he didn't A little appetite, the afternoon training made him almost vomit.

Glancing at the new Nighthawk with pale face and sloppy eyes, Dunn picked up the glass of red wine in front of him and said with a smile:

"Let's welcome the new official member, Klein Moretti, cheers!"

The cold and restrained black-haired lady Luo Yao Leiting, the short and shrewd "Sleepless" Kernli White, the sloppy swinging man Leonard Mitchell, and the "Midnight Poet" Sika Te with white hair and black pupils Ang, raised their glasses together and looked at the newly added teammates.

Klein endured the residual discomfort from training, took the glass of amber champagne, stood up and said:

"thanks."

He toasted each of the night watchmen one by one, and drank the little champagne with his head up.

"At such a time, won't our lady writer say something?" Dunn looked at Sika Thon with a smile.

Sika T'ang is a woman in her mid-thirties. She has a fairly ordinary appearance, but her temperament is very outstanding. She is quiet and peaceful. Coupled with her rare long white hair, she has quite a bit of unique charm.

Klein heard Old Neil mention that this "Midnight Poet" was an amateur novelist and tried to contribute to newspapers and magazines, but unfortunately only a few tabloids passed.

Sika smiled, glanced at Dunn and said:

"In order to make what you call 'Miss Writer' a reality, Captain, I think you should grant me a special fee to pay for the publication of the novel yourself."

Dunn spread his hands and smiled:

"You should learn from old Neil and find a more suitable reason."

"In this respect, I admire Mr. Neil the most!" Roshan swallowed a piece of roast lamb shank and echoed.

While everyone was talking and laughing, Leonard glanced at Klein and chuckled:

"Too tired, no appetite, can't eat?"

"Yes." Klein sighed.

"If you haven't touched it yet, then I can help." Leonard looked like he didn't want to waste food.

Klein didn't mind nodding at all and said:

"no problem."

In this way, most of the food in front of him was eaten by Leonard and the others.

At the end of dinner, the waiters brought beef puddings and ice creams.

Klein took a sip of the latter, only to find it cold and sweet, extraordinarily appetizing.

Before he knew it, he finished his ice cream with blueberry juice.

And because of this, he began to feel the hunger that scratched at his heart and stomach, the cravings his body desperately needed to replenish after a lot of consumption.

Swallowing his saliva, Klein looked in front of him and saw that the dinner plate was a mess with almost nothing left.

"Come here, let's toast Klein one last time." At this time, Dunn suggested.

Before he finished speaking, Klein blurted out:

"Captain, can I have another dinner?"

Hearing this request, everyone was silent for a while, and then laughed softly.

"Haha, you finally recovered, no problem, two more copies will do." Dunn shook his head and smiled.

While waiting anxiously and impatiently, Klein heard his stomach growl.

Finally, a freshly fried black pepper steak was served.

Klein, who almost burst into tears, took only a minute and a half to finish the half-cooked food with the knife and fork flying, and the aroma of meat and juice reverberated in his mouth.

After an unknown time, looking at the empty dinner plates, he sighed contentedly, put down his knife and fork, and took a sip of champagne.

"Waiter, check out." Dunn turned to the waiter next to him.

The waiter first went to the front desk, then returned with the bill, explaining in detail:

"You've opened five bottles of Dixie Champagne, 12 solles, 3p each, a small glass of Southwell red wine, 10p... 1 sore 2p per steak in black pepper sauce... 6p per beef pudding Pence, 1 soli per serving of ice cream...that's £5, 9 soli and 6p."

5 pounds 9 soles 6p? Almost ate my week's salary! The restaurant is indeed much more expensive than eating at home! Klein was stunned for a while. He was very fortunate that the captain said that he didn't need to treat himself. There was a small vault and extra funds!

After careful calculation, he found that the most expensive part of dinner was the drinks, just over £3 for 5 bottles of champagne!

This is no different from Earth... Klein quietly touched his stomach, and forced himself to finish the last gulp of champagne.

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The next morning, Klein felt bloated in his lower abdomen in a daze, and turned over to get up.

As soon as he exerted his strength, he was immediately completely awake by the soreness of his muscles, only to feel that his body did not belong to him at all.

"It's a very familiar feeling... It's the same as the day after being punished for leaping frogs... Today's rest day, I have to visit my tutor to see if I can borrow that book of Hornages from the university library. The academic monograph of the main peak..." Klein's mouth twitched, and he moved out with difficulty.

With every step he took, he wanted to take a deep breath.

"Klein, what's the matter with you?" Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at her strangely and slow-moving brother suspiciously.

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