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

Feeding thousands of rounds and persisting day in and day out, his current shooting level has finally reached the passing mark that Dunn Smith believes, especially with a fixed target.

After repeated mechanical practice, he put away his revolver, took a railroad bus to the vicinity of the martial arts teacher Gawain's residence, and walked to the front of the gate in ten minutes.

Then, he changed into a freshly dried knight's practice suit, and practiced from running, skipping rope, weightlifting, squats and other items to stepping and punching, practicing sweat and body tired.

"Take a fifteen-minute break. Gao Wen, who was blond and white-haired and had a weather-covered face, took out his pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.

From the beginning to the present, he has always remained silent, only reminding him when he changes his training methods and when some of Klein's movements are not standardized.

Crane gasped for breath, didn't dare to rest directly, and walked slowly back and forth - the most intuitive reaction of this period of combat practice was that his skin had darkened a lot and turned the so-called wheat color.

Gawain put away his pocket watch and stood by the rugged practice range at the back of the house, watching with his hands on his chest as Klein relaxed, quiet as a marble statue.

"Teacher, in addition to hand-to-hand combat, will you teach me how to use straight swords, broadswords, bayonets, and spears?" Crane, who had just digested the "Soothsayer" potion, was in a good mood and took the initiative to ask.

He had seen weapons such as straight swords and bayonet swords in Gawain's collection room, as well as breastplates and full-body armor, and knew that the other party was not only good at hand-to-hand combat.

Gao Wen, who was bathed in the sun, raised his eyes and swept him, and said in a low voice:

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

He was silent for a few seconds, and then added in a vicissitudes of tone: "They have been eliminated...... What you should value is firearms, even if they are fighting, they are only support. ”

Klein glanced at the martial arts teacher who was in deep twilight, and laughed:

"I don't think so. ”

"All the ministers, all the parliamentarians, all the generals, think so. Gawain said through gritted teeth.

Klein paused, pretending to be typing, and spoke like a true keyboard powerhouse:

"No, they're just out of the frontal battlefield, and there's another use. ”

"Why does fighting have to be the opposite of firearms? They can be fused together, and I believe that people who are more flexible, agile, and have quicker reactions will be better able to use firearms. ”

Seeing the silent Gawain's eyes sharpen suddenly, Klein continued with a slight smugness:

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

“...... We can organize a very mobile team to go around the frontal battlefield and go straight to the rear of the enemy, to their center...... You can imagine a scene like this in such a skirmish where fighters with excellent fighting ability and a variety of weapons can play a very important role......"

He exerts his ability to know a little bit about everything, and describes the combat methods of special forces on the earth in a random way.

Gawain's breathing began to grow heavy at some point, and he stood there, motionless, as if unwilling to break the imaginary picture.

Klein glanced at the other party's reaction, secretly heaved, cleared his throat, and said pretending to be reserved:

"Teacher, what do you think of my idea, is there any possibility of it being realized?"

Gawain's body trembled visibly, as if he had finally woken up from a dream, he glanced deeply at Klein, and said in a low voice:

"You've had a great rest, so now you're going to redo all 10 sets of the previous exercises. ”

"Huh?" Crane looked dazed.

Soon, he came to his senses when he started running again, and shouted frantically in his heart:

Ten groups?Teacher, don't!

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

Hey, aren't you touched?

......

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

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

............

Klein, who was almost tired of vomiting again, took a shower, changed his clothes, said goodbye to the still silent martial arts teacher Gawain, and left the other party's residence in a public carriage.

Instead of going straight home, he went to the Dragon Bar in the docklands, intending to go to the underground market to find out the price of extraordinary materials and buy items to make spells.

On the way, Klein took care of the small vault he carried with him, and he didn't dare to sleep, and it was very difficult to hold on to his destination.

"I have to leave the balance of four pounds for the commission, and all I can use is three pounds and five sules......" he touched the money in his pocket, took his cane, and stepped out of the carriage.

By this time, the sun had begun to set in the west, the glow of dusk was soaking all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dog and mouse" competitions in the dragon bar were warming up.

Passing through the billiard room, through the heavy rooms, Crane entered the underground market.

He glanced left and right, but didn't notice the "monster" Ademisor who was always active here.

"Didn't Old Neil say that the 'monster' could survive only if Svein, the owner of the Dragon Bar, took him in and gave him a bite to eat?" Crane muttered to himself with a little confusion.

As a night watchman, he was vigilant enough about similar things, so he approached the strong man guarding the door and asked:

"Where's Ademisor?"

The strong man replied without a smile: "I don't know where to hide and sleep, he has always been like this lately, he has been lying down and shivering, and he has been shouting 'dead, dead, all corpses, all dead'." ”

What did he see again? What irritation? Crane frowned slightly, and asked carefully, trying to figure out where Ademisor was sleeping, but the guards didn't know.

"When I'm done, I'll find him by divination and see what happened to him......" Crane noted the incident and strode to one of the two rooms at the end of the market.

According to Old Neil, the room on the left is used for lending and restitution, and the room on the right is a place for selling and acquiring valuable items, including extraordinary materials.

Knocking on the door to the room on the right, Klein found that it was divided into two rooms, the inside and the outside, and three customers waiting outside.

He lowered his half-height silk top hat and sat down behind the three customers in order, leaning forward, pressing his cane, and waiting in silence.

It wasn't long before the door of the partition opened, revealing a customer in a blue-gray docker's costume, who bowed his head and hurried away without pausing.

Klein tapped his left tooth twice, looked at him with "spiritual vision", and glanced at the other three customers a few times, nothing too unusual happened, of course, a certain minor illness still existed.

After another ten minutes or so, it was finally his turn.

He opened the partition door and stepped into the inner room with a kerosene lamp.

After locking the door of the house, he sat down on the chair belonging to the customer, looked at the old man in a black soft hat opposite and said:

"I would like to know what extraordinary materials you have and what the price is. ”

The old man's cheek muscles drooped and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, but he was quite burly, and he was not surprised by Klein's request, because many customers were reluctant to let people know what he wanted to buy until they were sure that there was something extraordinary, and generally wanted to introduce them all.

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

"The brain tissue of the water ghost varies from 3 pounds to 15 pounds, depending on the degree of completeness, 150 pounds per 50 grams of star crystals, 200 pounds per plant of queen bee grass, and 170 pounds each for adult black-spotted frogs...... Human face rose, 280 pounds, only one ......"

Crane controlled his emotional reaction and quietly listened to the old man's introduction, and such an underground transaction turned out to be less than thirty extraordinary materials.

Touching the 7 pound bill in his pocket, and thinking about Miss Justice's attitude towards 1,000 pounds, Crane got up silently and sighed:

"Unfortunately, there was nothing I wanted. ”

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

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

"I'm probably the poorest Hidden Organization BOSS......"

This made him even more determined to get materials from within the night watch, or to exchange them for justice and hanged people.

After two rounds around the underground market, Crane picked out the materials he bought to make the charms, such as semi-finished silver pieces, such as herbal powders and natural ores for the ritual, for a total of 1 pound 15 sul.

There was a total of £10 sules left in the private money, and after the final payment of the commission, there was another £10 suller...... Kleinmer counted his finances, feeling helpless.

Of course, he knew very well that this was because he had only worked for more than a month, and if he extended the time to one year, he would still be able to save more than a hundred pounds.

"In two weeks' time, I'll have to tell Benson and Melissa that I'm paid three pounds more and can hire a handyman...... There will be no private money left in this way......" Klein thought as he walked towards the main entrance of the underground market.

Just then, he saw old Neil, dressed in a black classical robe, slowly walking in.

"Bought them all?" said Old Neil with a smile.

"Yes. Klein replied calmly.

Old Neil suddenly snorted, "You're so early." ”

"It's because I'm hungry and you've already had dinner. Crane greeted old Neil very casually.

After a while, Svein, the owner of the dragon bar in a naval officer's uniform, came in from outside, approached the two with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice:

"I need your help. ”

"What's going on?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Crane couldn't help but lift his heart.

Svein, whose brown hair was messy and smelled of strong liquor, replied in a deep voice:

"There's a member of the 'Substitute Punisher' team out of control nearby, we must deal with him before he can do harm to ordinary people!"