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

Dressed in a probationary inspector uniform, Klein looked at the overgrown garden and the walls with many plants, and turned his head a little stunned:

"My martial arts teacher lives here?"

The martial artist who can be picked by the Night Watch Team must be very good......

Leonard Mitchell, who led him over, chuckled and said:

"Don't despise Mr. Gawain because of the circumstances in which he lives, although he did not get a knighthood in the end, he was once a true knight. ”

Speaking of this, the poet's temperament, who was casually dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, and unbuttoned leather boots, was suddenly full of sentimentality:

"He was active in the last glory days of the knights, and those warriors in cuirass charged wildly at the arrays of muskets and cannons, destroying their opponents and leveling the line, but unfortunately, they soon ushered in the invention and installation of high-pressure steam rifles and six-barreled machine guns, and from then on, the knights gradually withdrew from the stage. ”

"The same is true of Mr. Gawain, whose Knights of Ahowa were confronted by the most advanced armed armies of the Republic of Intis, more than twenty years ago...... Hey, whenever I think of this, I feel as if I have touched the dust of history, and I am shocked by the irreversible vicissitudes and fate, and there are poems brewing and surging in my heart, but I don't know how to write poetry. ”

...... So 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 a very gifted thing to do, and that it's best to start by reading the Early Classical Poetry of Rune. ”

Leonard's mood changed as he spoke, and he said lightly:

"I have already bought this book of poems, as well as books such as "Selected Poems of Russell", and I will try to make myself a midnight poet, Mr. Fortune Teller. ”

This is a hint...... Acting as if he didn't understand anything, Klein replied:

"Then you also need grammar books. ”

"Okay, let's go inside. Leonard reached out and pushed open the half-covered iron fence gate and walked along the path that could be used by the two of them to walk parallel to the house.

Before he could get closer, Crane saw the front door open and a tall man walking out of the room.

His blonde hair is short, his temples have turned white, the skin on his face shows signs of wind and frost, and the forehead lines, crow's feet, and nasolabial folds are deep and distinct.

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

"Mr. Gawain, according to the contract you signed with the National Police Agency, our Probationary Inspector will learn martial arts from you. Leonard explained with a smile.

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

Was this a psychological shadow from the six-barreled machine gun and the high-pressure steam rifle?Crane didn't respond recklessly, and looked sideways at Leonard amusedly.

"For the police, fighting is still a subject that must be mastered, and most of the criminals we face are not demons who must be executed immediately, they don't even have weapons, and this is where fighting skills are needed. Leonard spoke as if he was ready.

Gao Wen's face was gloomy, and he was silent for more than ten seconds:

"You try to punch. ”

He said it to Klein.

Crane, who didn't hold a cane, recalled a boxing match he had seen in his previous life, raised his arm, and swung it forward.

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought for a while:

"Kick. ”

Half of his body, flicking his hips, Crane tensed his thighs and pulled out his right foot.

"Ahem......" Gawain put his hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, looked at Leonard, "I will keep the contract, but in his case, for the first month, he only needs to come four times a week, three hours each time." ”

"You're an expert in martial arts, you decide. Leonard nodded without hesitation and said to Klein with a smile, "See you at dinner." ”

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

"Teacher, where do I start? punches, or feet?"

As a qualified keyboard powerhouse, he knows that the pace of martial arts is also quite important.

Gawain put his hands at his sides, shook his head very heavily, and said:

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

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

"On top of that, you also need to practice things like squats, running, and jumping rope, and we do it in groups. ”

In Klein's daze, his voice suddenly rose and asked majestically:

"Got it?"

"Understood!" At this moment, Klein felt like he was back in military training, facing an unkind instructor.

"Go and change your clothes first, there is a set of knight practice clothes on the sofa. Gawain suddenly sighed, turned around with his back, and walked towards the pair of iron-black dumbbells.

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

Six o'clock in the evening, a corner of the old Ville restaurant.

Except for Frye, who was on duty at Chanisgate, all the members of the Black Thorn Security Company were present, a total of six night watchmen and five civilian personnel.

White cloths lay quietly on long tables, and waiters came with trays of food, which they cut and delivered to each guest.

Klein saw steaks in black pepper sauce, bacon, sausages with mashed potatoes, custard, aloe vera, specialty cheeses, and amber champagne, but he had no appetite for anything, and he almost threw up after the afternoon training.

Glancing at the pale and distracted eyes of the new night watchman, Dunn picked up the glass of red wine in front of him and smiled:

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

The cold, reserved and reserved dark-haired lady Loyo Lydin, the short and sleek "Sleepless" Cohenley White, the raunchy swinger Leonard Mitchell, and the white-haired and black-eyed "Midnight Poet" Siga Teang all raised their glasses and looked at their new teammates.

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

"Thank you. ”

He clinked glasses with each of the night watchmen one by one, and drank the few champagnes he had cleaned.

"Don't our Miss Writers say something at this time?" said Dunn, smiling as he looked at Siga Teang.

Siga Theon is a lady in her thirties, with a rather ordinary appearance, but a very outstanding temperament, calm and peaceful, coupled with her rare long white hair, she has a unique charm.

Klein had heard old Neil mention that the "midnight poet" was an amateur lover of fiction and had tried to submit articles to newspapers and magazines, but only a few tabloids had passed.

Siga smiled, glanced at Dunn, and said:

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

Dunn spread his hands and smiled:

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

"I admire Mr. Neil the most!" Roshan chimed in, swallowing a roast leg of lamb.

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

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

"Yes. Crane sighed.

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

Klein didn't mind nodding at all:

"No problem. ”

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

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

Klein took a bite of the latter, only to feel cold and sweet, and it was extremely appetizing.

Before he knew it, he had finished his share of blueberry juice ice cream.

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

Swallowing his saliva, Klein looked in front of him, only to see that the plate was in disarray, and there was almost nothing left.

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

Before he could finish speaking, Klein blurted out:

"Captain, can I have another dinner?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent for a while, and then laughed quietly.

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

In the midst of anxious and impatient waiting, Crane heard the sound of his own stomach chirping.

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

Knives and forks flew, and it only took a minute and a half for Klein, who was almost in tears, to finish the medium-rare food, and the smell of meat and juice echoed in his mouth.

I don't know how long later, looking at the empty plates, he exhaled 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, and explained in detail:

"You've opened five bottles of Diccie Champagne for 12 suckers and 3p each, and a small glass of South Wales for 10p...... Black pepper sauce steak 1 syler 2p per serving...... 6p per beef pudding and 1 sule per serving of ice cream...... The total was 5 pounds, 9 soles, and 6 pence. ”

5 pounds, 9 soles, 6 pence, almost a week's salary! The restaurant is really much more expensive than eating at your own home! Klein was stunned for a while, and was very glad that the captain had said that he didn't have to entertain himself, that he had a small treasury, and that he had extra money!

He did the math and found that the most expensive part of the dinner was the drinks, just over £3 for just five bottles of champagne!

It's no different from Earth...... Klein quietly touched his stomach and forced himself to finish the last sip of champagne.

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

Early the next morning, Klein felt a suffocation in his lower abdomen and rolled over to get out of bed.

As soon as he had exerted his strength, he was immediately completely awakened by the soreness of his muscles, and he felt that his body did not belong to him at all.

"It's so familiar...... It's the same as the day after being penalized for frog jumping...... Today's day off, I'm going to visit my mentor to see if I can borrow the academic monograph on the main peak of Hornachis from the university library......" The corners of Crane's mouth twitched, and he struggled to move outside.

With every step, he wanted to gasp.

"Crane, what's wrong with you?" said Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, looking suspiciously at her brother, who was in an odd posture and moving slowly.