The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 128's

After lunch, Klein only rested for half an hour before he rushed to the Shooting Club to train with his revolver. He did not dare to relax, not in the slightest.

After practicing his shooting skills day after day and spending over a thousand bullets, he ended up shooting well enough to gain Dunn Smith's basic approval. He's pretty good at shooting fixed targets.

After practicing for a while, he put down his gun and stopped at a public train near the house of his combat teacher, Gawain. Then, he walked for ten minutes before arriving at the door.

He changed his clothes with knight training clothes that were left to dry in the sun. After running, jumping rope, lifting weights, squatting, and other exercises, not to mention footwork and boxing exercises, he sweated and felt exhausted.

"Rest for fifteen minutes." Gawain's blond white hair and deep facial lines make him look hard and firm. He took out his pocket watch and opened it to look at the time.

Ever since they first started training, he had finally remained silent. He only spoke to Klein when there was a need to replace the training method or to correct one of Klein's mistakes whenever it appeared.

Klein was panting, but he did not dare to immediately rest. He paced back and forth slowly. The most direct feedback of his combat training was that he was more of a tanner. His skin had turned bronze under the sunlight.

Gawain kept his pocket watch and stood beside the rough training ground behind his house. He crossed his arms as he watched Klein turn cold. He's as calm as a marble statue.

"Teacher, other than fighting with fists, will you teach me how to use a straight sword, a broad sword, a rapier, and a spear?" Klein asked proactively. He was in a good mood, as he had just digested the fortune teller potion.

He had seen weapons like straight swords and rapiers in Gawain's collection room before. There is also chest protector and whole body protector. He knew that Gawain was not only good at fighting one-on-one.

Bathed in sunlight, Gawain turned his gaze towards Klein. He lowered his voice and replied, "It is useless for you to learn all that. All those weapons have gone out of date, and their only place is in a museum or the private collection of collectors …"

He was silent for a few seconds before adding with a voice that had undergone a life change, "They have been obliterated. Even combat is just a complement."

Klein looked at his teacher who was lethargic and chuckled as he spoke.

"I don't think so."

"Every minister, every Member of Parliament, every general, everyone thinks so" Gawain said, clenching his teeth.

Klein paused and acted as if he was a true keyboard warrior. He replied easily and smoothly, "No, they have just retreated from the frontlines of the battlefield. They still have uses elsewhere.

"Why should combat be used against firearms? They can be used together.I believe someone who is more flexible, faster in action, and faster in response can use weapons in a more effective way."

When he saw Gawain's eyes suddenly sharpen, Klein became arrogant and continued, "Other weapons aren't eliminated either. They just need some upgrades to be more portable …"

"… We can form an army with high maneuverability. A group designed to circle the front lines and launch an attack from behind the enemy and fight directly to their core. In a small-scale surprise attack, a fighter who has an extraordinary hand - hand ability and familiarity with different types of weapons can play an important role.you can imagine such a scene … "

Klein gave full play to his ability to know a little bit about everything. He mixed and matched all the combat tactics that special forces had on Earth and explained them to his teacher.

He wasn't sure when Gawain's breath became heavier. He stood there without moving in the slightest, seemingly unwilling to break the scene he had imagined.

Klein stole a glance at the man's reaction. He felt satisfied in his head as he cleared his throat and said in a stifled manner, "Teacher, what do you think of my plan? Is there a possibility to make it happen?"

Gawain's body trembled like it had just woken up from a dream. He looked Klein in the eyes and said, "Your rest is fine. Repeat the entire exercise series ten times."

Huh huh? Klein looked lost.

Immediately, he started running and jerked back to reality. He roared in his heart, Ten sets? Guru, no!

I don't want to celebrate the complete digestion of my Seer potion like this!

Hey, aren't you getting any inspiration at all? …

Seeing Klein running to the other side of the training field, Gawain suddenly let go of his hand and covered his face with one hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the frown on his face was deep and clear.

…

After nearly vomiting from exhaustion, Klein took a bath, changed his clothes, and bid farewell to Gawain who was still silent. He took the public train and left.

He did not directly return home but headed to the Evil Dragon Bar near the harbor. He was planning to inquire about the price of the Beyonder ingredients and purchase an item to make a talisman.

On the way, Klein focused his mind on his little stash he had brought. He forced himself to remain vigilant and achieve his goals with great difficulty.

"I need to save four pounds for the rest of my debt balance to the detective company. I can only use three pounds and five soli tonight." He touched the banknote in his pocket before grabbing his wand and getting off the train.

At that moment, the sun had already started to slip below the horizon. All the houses were gradually tarnished with a twilight luster. Boxing matches and mouse baits with dogs are already warming up in the Evil Dragon Bar.

After passing through the billiard room and the many rooms, Klein finally entered the underground market.

"Don't Old Neil say that Ademisaul only managed to survive because the Evil Dragon Bar boss fed him?" Klein asked himself curiously.

As a Nighthawk, he remained wary of such things. He approached the muscular man guarding the door and asked, "Where is Ademisaul?"

The muscular man replied without a smile, "i don't know where he slept. He's been like that lately. He lay shivering and shouted 'Dead, dead, all the corpses, everyone should die.'"

What scene did he see this time? What triggered him? Klein slightly furrowed his brows and asked in more detail. He wanted to know where Ademisaul was sleeping, but the guard also did not know.

After finishing, I will search through the forecast to see what he has experienced. After taking down this note, Klein walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.

According to Old Neil, the room on the left is for loans and payments, while the room on the right is for buying and selling valuables, including Beyonder materials.

When he opened the door to enter the room on the right, Klein realized that there was a bulkhead separating him into two spaces, inner and outer. There were three other customers waiting outside.

He pulled down his silk hat and queued up behind three customers. He leaned his body forward and propped himself up with a cane as he waited in silence.

Immediately, the partition door opened and a customer with a bluish-gray port worker uniform came out. He lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Klein lightly clicked his left molar twice and looked at the man with Spirit Vision. He then looked at the other three customers. There is nothing wrong with them other than a mild illness that people commonly suffer from.

After ten minutes, it was finally his turn.

He opened the door and entered the room illuminated with kerosene lamps.

He locked the door and took the customer's seat. He looked towards the old man wearing a black hat opposite him.

"i want to know what Beyonder ingredients you have, and at what price they are sold."

The elder's cheek muscles drooped and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep, but his body was firm. He did not find Klein's request strange because many customers were unwilling to tell others what they wanted to buy before they made sure that the seller had provided it. Generally, they want to be introduced to all options.

The old man flipped through the pages of his most recent notebook, glanced at Klein, and sipped on his honey wine before he said, "The Ghost Water's brain net costs three to fifteen pounds depending on how whole it is. Star Crystal ,150 pounds per 50 grams. 200 pounds for one Queen Bee Grass. 170 pounds for a black-spotted adult frog.. 280 pounds for a human-faced Rose, but there is only one..”.

Klein controlled his emotional response. After he listened to the old man's introduction, he was surprised that an underground trading place like this had less than thirty Beyonder ingredients.

As she touched the seven-pound note in her pocket and thought about Miss Justice's attitude towards a thousand pounds, she sighed.

"Unfortunately, there's nothing I want."

Without waiting for the elder to ask any further questions, he quickly turned around to open the door and walked out.

He returned to the underground market and looked around with a blank look. He stood there for a while and sighed with a bitter smile.

I might be the poorest boss among all the secret organizations.It only strengthened his determination to obtain materials internally from the Nighthawks or through exchanges with Justice or The Hanged Man.

After circling the underground market twice, Klein took and bought materials to make talismans, such as semi-finished silver pieces, herbal powders needed for rituals, and natural ores. He spent a total of one pound and fifteen soli.

My personal savings are only five pounds and ten soli. Excluding the last payment to the detective, I still had a pound of ten soli... After Klein secretly calculated about his financial situation, he felt helpless.

Of course, he knew very well that he had only been working for over a month. If his time span was extended to one year, he should be able to save over a hundred pounds.

"In two more weeks, I have to tell Benson and Melissa that I got a raise of up to three pounds. We can hire a waitress, but I won't have any more personal savings." Klein thought as he walked towards the underground market exit.

Just then, he saw Old Neil in his classic black robe enter slowly.

"Get everything?" Old Neil greeted him with laughter.

"Yes" Klein replied honestly.

Neil old direct tsked. "You came very early."

"That's because I'm still hungry, but you've had dinner." Klein chatted casually with Old Neil.

After a while, the Evil Dragon Bar's boss, Swain, walked in with the uniform of a naval officer covering himself. He approached the two of them with a mask of solemnity and lowered his voice.

"i need your help."

"What's going on?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Klein could not help but feel the pull in his heartstrings.

Swain's brown hair was messy, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in her breath. He replied in a low voice, "A member of the Mandated Punishers lost control near here. We have to finish him off before he hurts ordinary people!"