After having lunch and filling his stomach, Klein only rested for about half an hour before hurrying off to the shooting club to practice with firearms, not daring to relax for a moment.
After being fed thousands of bullets and persisting day after day, his current shooting skills finally reached the passing mark that Dunn Smith considered, and the fixed target was particularly good.
After practicing mechanically and repeatedly again and again, he put away the revolver and took the tram to the vicinity of the fighting teacher, Gavin, and walked to the front of the gate in ten minutes.
Then, he changed into the freshly dried knight practice uniform and practiced from running, rope skipping, weightlifting, squats, etc. until the steps and punches, sweating profusely and feeling exhausted.
"Take a fifteen-minute break," Gavin, with white hair and a weathered face, took out his pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.
From the beginning to now, he has always remained silent, only reminding Klein twice when changing training methods and when some of his movements were not standard.
Klein was panting, not daring to rest directly, and walked slowly back and forth - the most obvious reaction of his fighting practice in these days was that his skin had darkened a lot, turning into what is called wheat color.
Gavin put away the pocket watch, stood beside the rough practice field behind the house, crossed his arms, and watched Klein relax, looking as still as a marble statue.
"Teacher, besides unarmed fighting, will you also teach me how to use straight swords, broad swords, stabbing swords and long spears?" After digesting the "Diviner" potion, Klein was in a good mood and asked this question actively.
In Gavin's collection room, he had seen weapons like straight swords, stabbing swords, etc., as well as breastplates and full-body armor, knowing that the other person was not only good at unarmed fighting.
With the sunlight shining on him, Gavin raised his eyes and glanced at him, saying in a deep voice:
"You learning these is of no use. They are all things behind the times, and will only exist in museums and private collections in the future..."
He was silent for a few seconds, and then added in a vicissitude tone: "They have been eliminated... What you should value is firearms, even for fighting, it's only an auxiliary."
Klein looked at the gloomy fighting teacher and smiled:
"I don't think so."
"All the ministers, all the parliamentarians, all the generals, think so." Gavin said through gritted teeth.
Klein stopped and pretended to be typing, talking like a true keyboard expert:
"No, they have only exited the front battlefield, and have other uses."
"Why must fighting and firearms be opposed? They can definitely be integrated together. I believe that more flexible and agile people with faster reactions can better utilize the role of firearms."
Seeing the sharp eyes of the silent Gavin suddenly brighten, Klein continued with a sense of pride:
"Other weapons haven't been eliminated either. They just need certain improvements to make them more portable..." "... We can form a highly mobile team that bypasses the main battlefield and heads straight for the enemy's rear, right for their core... In such small-scale surprise attacks, soldiers with excellent combat skills and proficiency in various weapons can play a very important role. You can imagine such a scene...
He was using his limited knowledge to randomly combine the combat methods of special forces on Earth and describe them.
Gavin's breathing began to become labored at some point. He stood there, motionless, seemingly unwilling to break the imagined picture.
Klein glanced at the other's reaction, chuckled to himself, cleared his throat, and said in an affectedly reserved tone:
"Teacher, what do you think of my idea? Is there any possibility of it coming true?"
Gavin's body visibly trembled for a moment, as if finally waking up from a dream. He looked deeply at Klein and spoke in a low, deep voice:
"You've had a very good rest. Now, redo all the previous exercises ten times."
"Ah?" Klein looked completely bewildered.
Soon, he resumed running and suddenly realized it. He shouted wildly in his heart:
Ten sets? Teacher, no!
I don't want to "celebrate" myself by digesting the "Diviner" potion in this way!
Hey, don't you have anything to react to?
...
Watching Klein running towards the other side of the training ground, Highwin suddenly loosened his clasped hands and covered his face with one palm.
His eyes were tightly closed, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and prominent. ......
Once again, Klein was on the verge of vomiting. After taking a bath, changing his clothes, and saying goodbye to the still silent martial arts teacher, Gao Wen, he boarded a public carriage and left the other person's residence.
He didn't go straight home but headed to the Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to learn the prices of extraordinary materials and purchase the items needed to make the spells.
On the way, Klein considered the small gold box he was carrying, forced himself not to sleep, and struggled very hard to reach the destination.
"I have to leave 4 pounds as the remaining payment for the commission, and all I can use is 3 pounds and 5 shillings..." He touched the money in his pocket, took his walking stick, and walked out of the carriage.
At this time, the sun had already begun to set, and the glow of dusk stained all the houses. The "boxing" and "dog catching mice" competitions at the Dragon Bar were warming up.
Passing through the billiard room and through one after another of the rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market.
He looked around and didn't find the always active "monster" Ademisol.
"Old Neil didn't say that it's all thanks to the Dragon Bar owner, Swain, providing a meal, that the 'monster' can survive?" Klein muttered to himself with a hint of confusion.
As a night watchman, he was well aware of such things and so approached the strong man guarding the door, asking:
"Where is Ademisol?"
The strong man replied without a smile: "He doesn't know where he's sleeping. He's always like this recently, lying there shaking, constantly shouting 'Dead, dead, all corpses, all going to die'."
What else did he see? What kind of shock did he encounter? Klein furrowed his eyebrows, asked a few more questions carefully, wanting to figure out where Ademisol was sleeping, but the guard didn't know either.
"Wait until I'm done, I'll use divination to find him and see what he's been through..." Klein noted this matter and stepped towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.
According to Old Neil, the left room is used for lending and repaying, and the right room is a place for selling and purchasing precious items, including extraordinary materials.
Knocking on the door of the right room, Klein found that it was divided into an inner and outer room. There were three customers waiting in the outer room.
He lowered his half-high silk hat, sat behind the three customers in order, leaned forward, held the walking stick, and waited silently.
Not long after, the partition door opened, and a customer in blue-gray dock worker's clothing walked out, his head down, hurriedly leaving without making any stops.
Klein made a slight tap on the left teeth, used "sight perception" to look at him, looked at the other three customers for a few seconds, and there was nothing too abnormal, of course, there were still certain minor illnesses.
After another ten minutes or so, it was his turn.
He opened the partition door and entered the inner room lit by a kerosene lamp.
Locking the room door, he sat on the customer's chair, looking at the old man wearing a black soft hat on the opposite side and saying:
"I want to know what extraordinary materials you have and what their prices are."
The old man's cheek muscles drooped, his eye wrinkles were deep, but his body was quite robust. For Klein's request, he didn't find it strange because many customers were reluctant to let others know what they wanted to buy before confirming the existence of a certain extraordinary material, usually hoping to introduce everything completely.
The old man turned to the latest pages of his notebook, looked at Klein, picked up the mead in front of him, took a sip, and said:
"Water ghost's brain tissue, complete condition, 3 pounds to 15 pounds, star crystal 150 pounds per 50 grams, queen bee grass 200 pounds per plant, adult black-spotted frog 170 pounds each... Face rose, 280 pounds, only one flower..."
Klein controlled his emotional reaction, listened quietly to the old man's introduction, and such an underground trading had less than thirty kinds of extraordinary materials. He touched the 7-pound notes in his pocket, then thought about Miss Justice's attitude towards 1,000 pounds. Klein silently got up and sighed:
"Alas, I don't have what I wanted."
Without waiting for the old man to ask, he quickly turned around, opened the partition door, and walked out.
Back at the underground trading market, Klein looked ahead, stood still for a few seconds, and with a bitter smile in his heart, said:
"I probably am the poorest boss of the secret organization..."
This strengthened his determination to obtain materials from the night shift workers or to exchange with Justice and the Hangman.
He walked around the underground trading market twice, selected the materials for making spells, such as semi-finished silver sheets, and the herbal powders and natural minerals needed for the rituals, and spent a total of 1 pound and 15 shillings.
The private money he had left was 5 pounds and 10 shillings, minus the commission, there was still 1 pound and 10 shillings... Klein silently calculated his financial situation and felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.
Of course, he was very clear that this was because he had only been working for about a month. If the time was extended to one year, more than 100 pounds could still be saved.
"Two more weeks, and I'll have to tell Benson and Melissa that my salary has increased by 3 pounds, and I can hire a domestic helper... Then there will be no private money..." Klein thought as he walked towards the main entrance of the underground trading market.
Just then, he saw old Neil, dressed in a black classical robe, walking in slowly.
"Everything is bought?" Old Neil greeted with a cheerful smile.
"Yes." Klein replied calmly.
Old Neil immediately made a sound of approval: "You came really early."
"This is because I'm still hungry, while you have already had dinner." Klein casually chatted with Old Neil.
After a while, the dragon bar owner, Swain, wearing a naval officer's uniform, came in from outside, approaching the two with a serious expression and lowering his voice to say:
"I need your help."
"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Klein couldn't help but tense up.
With messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol on his body, Swain replied in a low voice:
"There's a member of the 'Punisher' squad who has lost control nearby. We must deal with him before he causes harm to ordinary people!"