The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 97's

At two o'clock in the afternoon, outside a simple two-story building that had been damaged on the outskirts of North Borough.

Klein, who was wearing his probation inspector uniform, looked into the garden filled with weeds and vines crawling on the walls. He turned his head in surprise.

"My combat structure lives here?"

Shouldn't a combat artist chosen by the Nighthawks be outstanding …

Leonard Mitchell, who had guided Klein there, sneered and said, "Don't underestimate Mr. Gawain because of his neighborhood. Although he had never been awarded the title of nobleman, he was a true knight at that time."

Because of this, the poetic Nighthawk, who wore a white shirt, black trousers, and leather boots without buttons suddenly felt melancholy.

"He was active during the waning era of the knights. Soldiers dressed in their armor would storm the enemy ranks despite gunfire and cannon fire, destroying their enemies and redefining the line of battle. But unfortunately, they were quickly met with the invention of the high-pressure steam gun and the six-barrel machine gun. From then on, the knights had to descend gradually.

“Tuan Gawain suffered the same fate. Over twenty years ago, the Awwa Knight Order faced the most advanced weaponry of the Intis Republic army, every time I remembered this, it seemed like I was touching the dust pile of history. The poet in me moves when thinking about this unchangeable and fateful destiny, but unfortunately, I don't know how to compose that poem."

…Then what's the point of saying so much? Klein acted oblivious to Leonard's self-deprecation and gave a serious suggestion, "My university school friend once told me that writing poetry requires a certain level of talent. You should start by reading the Classical Poetry Anthology of the Kingdom of Loen."

Leonard's mood changed instantly. He replied in a light tone, "i bought the book a long time ago, as well as other titles, such as Emperor Roselle's Choice Poem. I will work hard to become a true Midnight Poet, Lord Seer"

Did he hint... acting methods? Klein replied, as if he could not understand it, "You still need books on grammar."

"All right, let's go inside." Leonard stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-closed metal gate. The two of them followed the path to the house.

They were still a long way from home when Klein saw a tall man walking out from behind the main door.

She had short blonde hair, her eyebrows were already filled with white hair. His facial features looked like they were broken due to age, his wrinkles were etched deep on his face.

"What are you doing here?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Mr Gawain, as per your contract with the police department, this trial inspector will learn the art of fighting under your guidance," Leonard explained with a smile.

"The battle? There was no need to study combat in this era." Gawain looked at Klein with turbid eyes and said in a dead voice, "You should learn how to draw weapons and shoot. You must master the most advanced weaponry."

Is this the psychological trauma caused by a six-barrel machine gun and a high-pressure steam gun? Klein did not give a frivolous answer; instead, he smiled and looked at Leonard.

“Fighter art is still a skill a police officer must master. Most of the criminals we're dealing with aren't those who should be executed on the spot. Some may not even have guns. In this case, we have to rely on fighting techniques" Leonard said, clearly ready to deal with the situation.

With a dark expression, Gawain was silent for over ten seconds before saying, "Throw a punch."

He was talking to Klein.

Klein, who was not holding his baton, recalled the boxing match he had seen in his previous life. He raised his hand and threw it forward.

Gawain's lips twitched invisibly. He thought for a moment and said, "Kick."

Tilting slightly to the side and twisting his hips, Klein tightened his thigh muscles and kicked forward with his right leg.

Cough. Gawain closed his mouth and cleared his throat. He looked at Leonard and said, "i will honor my contract. But based on his foundation, he needs to come here four times a week, three hours each time, for the first month."

"You're a combat expert. It's up to you." Leonard nodded without hesitation. He smiled and said to Klein, "See you at dinner."

After Leonard exited the metal gate, Klein asked out of curiosity, "Instructor, how should I start practicing? Punching, or footwork?"

As a qualified keyboard warrior, he understood the importance of footwork in combat.

Gawain stood akimbo while shaking his head in a lethargic manner.

"All you need now is strength training.

"See that? It's two dumbbells made of steel. They will be your partners today.

"In addition, you should also practice deep squatting, running, and jumping rope. Let's take one set at a time."

While Klein was still in a daze, Gawain suddenly raised his voice and said firmly, "Understand?"

"Understood!" At this moment, Klein felt as if he had returned to military training and faced an inhuman instructor.

"Change your clothes. There's a set of knight practice clothes on the sofa." Gawain suddenly sighed. He turned around and walked towards the black steel dumbbell.

…

Six o'clock in the afternoon, at the corner table of Old Will Restaurant.

Other than Frye, who was guarding Chanis Gate, all the members of the Blackthorn Security Company were present. There were six Nighthawks and five civilian staff.

White tablecloth draped over a long table. The waiter carries a food plate, divides it before serving it to each guest.

Klein looked at the steak doused in black pepper sauce. He saw bacon, sausages paired with mashed potatoes, egg pudding, asparagus, and special cheese. He even saw a rose colored champagne. However, he had no appetite. The afternoon exercise almost made him vomit.

Seeing the newly inducted pale Nighthawk with turbid eyes, Dunn raised the glass of red wine in front of him and laughed.

"Let's welcome our newest official member, Klein Moretti, cheer!"

Klein resisted the discomfort of training and raised his yellow champagne glass. He stood up and said, "Thank you."

He clinks a glass with each Nighthawk, tilts his head back, and spends a little champagne.

"Are our Miss Writers not going to say something on this occasion?" Dunn smiled as she looked at Seeka Tron.

Seeka Tron is a woman in her thirties. He had an average appearance, but had an outstanding attitude, which was calm and composed. Coupled with a few strands of her gray hair, it added a unique charm to her.

Klein had heard Old Neil mention that the Midnight Poet had taken a side job as a writer and had attempted to submit his work to newspapers and magazines. Unfortunately, only a few small newspapers received it.

He smiled and looked at Dunn.

"To make the term 'Writer' a reality, Captain, I think you should give me some funds to self-publish my work."

Dunn laughs.

"You should learn from Old Neil and give me a better reason."

"i was most impressed with Mr. Neil's in this department!" Rozanne echoed on the sidelines of her grilled mutton feed.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, Leonard looked at Klein and said with a laugh, "Are you so tired that you have no appetite?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein sighed.

"If you haven't touched your food, I can help." Leonard acted as if he didn't want to throw food away.

Klein did not mind. He nodded and said, "That won't be a problem."

And with that, most of the food in front of him was eaten by Leonard and the others.

Towards the end of the dinner, the waiters served a plate of beef pudding and ice cream.

Klein tasted ice cream and felt cold and sweet. That's very appetizing.

Before he knew it, he had finished the ice cream doused in blueberry sauce.

And as a result, he began to feel a sense of hunger. It was a hunger that demanded the filling of food that came after intense exertion.

Swallowing his saliva, Klein looked forward, only to see that all the dishes were empty. There's no leftover.

"Let's end dinner here, and make a toast to Klein" Dunn suggested.

Before finishing his sentence, Klein asked, "Captain, may I order another plate of food?"

The group fell silent after hearing such a request, only to burst out laughing a moment later.

"Haha, you're finally recovering. No problem, order two plates if you want." Dunn shook her head and laughed.

While patiently waiting for the unbearable time, Klein heard his stomach rumble.

Finally, a freshly prepared black pepper steak was presented before him.

His fork and knife danced as Klein finished the half-baked steak in ninety seconds, tears almost falling from his eyes. The meat juice and the aroma of the sauce were left in his mouth.

A moment later, Klein sighed in satisfaction as he looked at his empty plate. He put down his knife and fork and sipped his champagne.

"Servant, please bill." Dunn turned around and called the waiter.

The waiter went to the counter, then came back with a check. He gave thorough details, though,

"you opened five bottles of Desi Champagne, each bottle into twelve soli and three pence, a small glass of Southville Red Wine for ten pence … Each steak of black pepper beef is one soli two pence.. Each serving of beef pudding is six pence, the serving of ice cream is one soli each, nine soli, and six pence."

Five pounds, nine soli, and six pence? That's almost my weekly paycheck! A restaurant is much more expensive than eating at home! Klein clicked his tongue after hearing that. He felt lucky that the Captain had said that he did not need to pay from his own pocket. They have a small cash out of bonus income!

He calculated the cost carefully and noticed that the most expensive portion of food was alcohol. Five bottles of champagne cost over three pounds!

This was no different from Earth. Klein secretly rubbed his stomach and drank his last champagne.

…

The next morning, Klein felt bloated. He tried to get out of bed in a sleepy state.

As he exerted strength, he was instantly awakened by his aching muscles. He felt as if his body was not under his control.

"A familiar feeling.Just like that day after we were punished with the frog jump. Today is a day of rest, but I still have to visit my mentor and see if I can borrow the monograph at Hornacis.the main peak of the library at the University…" Klein's lips twitched as he walked out with great difficulty.

He wanted to catch his breath with every step.

"Klin, what happened to you?" Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, judged her sister suspiciously due to her strange posture and slow movements.