At 2 p.m., in the suburbs of the northern district, there is a quaint and disrepaired second-story house outside.

Klein, who was wearing an intern insulator uniform, looked at the overgrown garden and the walls with many plants, and turned his head in a little astonishment:

"My fighting teacher lives here?"

The fighter who can be selected by the Night Stand-Officer Team must be very outstanding...

Leonard Mitchell, who led him over, chuckled:

"Don't underestimate Mr. Gao Wen because of his living environment. Although he failed to get a title in the end, he was once a real knight."

Speaking of this, the poet who casually wore a white shirt, black trousers and buttonless leather boots was suddenly filled with sentimentality:

"He was active in the last glorious era of the Knights. The warriors wearing breastplate charged wildly towards the array of muskets and artillery, destroying their opponents and setting the front. Unfortunately, they soon ushered in the invention and assembly of high-pressure steam rifles and six-barrel machine guns. Since then, the Knights gradually withdrew from the stage."

"The same is true for Mr. Gowen. More than 20 years ago, the Knights of Ahova where he was located encountered the army with the most advanced weapons of the Republic of Intis... Alas, whenever I think of this, I feel as if I have touched the dust of history, shocked by the inverted vicissitudes and fate. There are poems brewing and surging in my heart, but I do not know how to write poetry."

... Then what did you do so much? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard's self-deprecation and suggested seriously and seriously:

"My college classmates told me that writing poetry is a very talented thing, and it is best to start by reading "Ruen's Early Classical Poetry Collection."

Leonard's emotions change as soon as he says, and he interrogates easily and happily:

"I have bought this collection of poems long ago, and there are also books such as "Selected Poems of Roselle". I will try my best to become a midnight poet, Mr. Diviner."

This is an hint...playing method? Klein answered as if he had understood nothing:

"Then you need grammar books."

"Okay, let's go in." Leonard reached out and pushed open the half-closed iron fence gate and walked towards the house along the road where the two could walk in parallel.

Before he got close, Klein saw a tall man walking out of the house after the main entrance was open.

His blonde hair is short, his temples are already white, his skin on his face has traces of wind and frost infection, and his headlines, crow's feet and nasolabial folds are profound and obvious.

"What are you here to do?" the middle-aged and elderly man asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Gao Wen, according to the contract you signed with the Police Department, our trainee inspector will follow you to learn fighting." Leonard explained with a smile.

"Fighting? There is no need to learn fighting in this era." Gao Wen looked at Klein with a slightly cloudy eye and said in a lifeless manner, "You should practice drawing guns and shooting, and master the most advanced weapons."

Is this psychological shadow hit by the six-barrel machine gun and high-pressure steam rifle? Klein did not respond recklessly and looked at Leonard with a funny look.

"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." Leonard spoke as if he was prepared.

Gao Wen looked so silently, and said for more than ten seconds:

"You try punching."

He said to Klein.

Klein, who had no cane, recalled the boxing match he had watched in his previous life, raised his arm and waved forward.

Gao Wen twitched invisibly, and thought for a while and said:

"Kick."

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

"Cough..." Gao Wen pressed his hand against his mouth, coughed twice, and looked at Leonard, "I will abide by the contract, but in his case, in the first month, I only needed to come four times a week, three hours a day."

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

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

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

As a qualified keyboard powerhouse, he knows that fighting steps are also very important.

Gao Wen's hands were hanging on both sides of his body, and Mu Qi shook his head with heavy breath and said:

“What you need most now is strength practice.”

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

"In addition, you also need to practice squats, running and jump rope, etc., and we come in groups one by one."

In a daze, Klein's voice suddenly rose and asked majesticly:

"Do you understand?"

"I understand!" At this moment, Klein felt that he had returned to military training and faced the inhuman instructor.

"Go and change your clothes first. There is a set of knight training uniforms on the sofa." Gao Wen suddenly sighed, turned around with 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 Oldville Restaurant.

Except for Fry, who was on the Channis Gate, all the members of the Black Thorn Security Company were here, with a total of six night attendants and five civilians.

The white dining cloth was quietly spread on the long table, and the waiters came with plates of food. They cut it first and then delivered it to each guest.

Klein saw the steak with black pepper sauce, bacon, sausage with mashed potatoes, custard, aloe vera, specialty cheese, amber champagne, but he had no appetite, and the afternoon training almost spit it out.

Looking at the new night-time player with a pale face and a discolored look, Dunn picked up the glass of red wine in front of him and smiled:

"Let us welcome the newly added official member, Klein Moretti, toast!"

The cold and restrained black-haired lady Luo Yao Leting, the short and concise "sleepless" Cohenli White, the unkempt swinging man Leonard Mitchell, and the "midnight poet" Siga Teon, who raised his glasses and looked at the newly joined teammates.

Crane endured the discomfort of training, served the glass of amber champagne, stood up and said:

"Thanks."

He clinked glasses with each night watchman one by one, raised his head and drank a small amount of champagne.

"At this time, will our writer lady not say anything?" Dunn looked at Siga Teon with a smile.

Siga Teon is a lady in her thirties. She has a very ordinary appearance, but her temperament is outstanding, quiet and peaceful. In addition, her rare long white hair has a bit of unique charm.

Klein heard Old Neil mention that this "midnight poet" was a novel lover and tried to submit manuscripts to newspapers and magazines, but unfortunately only a few tabloids passed.

Siga smiled and looked at Dunn and said:

"In order to make the 'Miss Writer' you call a fact, Captain, I think you should give me a special fee so that you can pay for the publication of the novel."

Dunn spread his hands and smiled:

"You should learn from Old Neil and find a more appropriate reason."

"I admire Mr. Neil the most in this regard!" Rosanne swallowed a piece of roasted lamb leg meat and echoed.

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

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

"Yes." Klein sighed.

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

Klein nodded without any mind:

"no problem."

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

At the end of the dinner, the waiters brought beef pudding and ice cream.

Klein tasted the latter and felt it was cold and sweet, which was particularly appetizing.

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

It is precisely because of this that he began to feel the hunger that scratched his heart and stomach, which was a desire that his body urgently needed to replenish after a lot of consumption.

Swallowed, Klein looked in front of him and saw a dish of messy food, with almost no leftovers.

"Let's get here, let's have a drink for Klein at the end." Dunn suggested.

Before he finished speaking, Klein blurted out:

"Captain, can I have another dinner?"

Hearing this request, everyone was silent and then laughed quietly.

"Haha, you're finally recovering. No problem, you can do two more." Dunn shook his head and smiled.

While waiting anxiously and unbearable, Klein heard the twitching of his stomach.

Finally, a freshly fried steak with black pepper sauce was served.

Klein, who had been flying forks and almost shed tears, took only one and a half minutes to get rid of the 70% cooked food, with the aroma of meat and juice echoing in his mouth.

After a while, looking at the empty plates, he breathed in satisfaction, put down his knife and fork, and drank 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 have opened five bottles of Disich Champagne, 12 sulle 3 pence per bottle, a small cup of Southwell red wine, 10 pence...1 sulle 2 pence per black pepper steak...6 pence per beef pudding, 1 sulle per ice cream...a total of 5 pounds, 9 sulle 6 pence."

5 pounds 9 sul 6p? I almost had my salary for a week! The restaurant is indeed much more expensive than eating at my own house! Klein was shocked when he heard it, and was very glad that the captain said he didn't have to treat him. There was a small treasury and extra money!

He calculated carefully and found that the most expensive part of the dinner was wine, and just 5 bottles of champagne were just over 3 pounds!

This is no different from on earth... Klein quietly touched his stomach and forced himself to finish the last bite of champagne.

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

As soon as he exerted his strength, he was immediately awakened by the soreness of his muscles, and he felt that his body was no longer his own.

"What a familiar feeling... it's the same as the day after I was punished to jump... Today is my holiday, I have to visit my supervisor to see if I can borrow the academic monograph on the main peak of Hornaches from the university library..." Klein's mouth twitched for a moment, and he moved outside with difficulty.

Every step he took, he wanted to gasp.

"Klein, what's wrong with you?" Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at her brother with a strange posture and slow movement in confusion.
Chapter completed!