Lord of the Mysteries

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, on the outskirts of the North District, there is a two-storey house with a simple style and a long history of disrepair.

Klein, a trainee inspector, looked at the weedy gardens and the walls that climbed a lot of plants, and looked slightly at the side:

"My fighting teacher lives here?"

The fighter who can be picked up by the night team is definitely very good...

Leonard Mitchell, who led him, smiled low:

"Don't despise Mr. Gao Wen because of the living environment. Although he didn't get the title in the end, he used to be a real knight."

Speaking of this, the poet's temperament night who wears white shirts, black trousers and buttonless boots is suddenly full of sentimentality:

"He was active in the last glorious era of the Cavaliers. The warriors wearing breastplates rushed toward the array of muskets and artillery, destroying their opponents and leveling the front. Unfortunately, they soon ushered in a high-pressure steam rifle and six. After the invention and installation of the machine gun, the Cavaliers gradually withdrew from the stage."

"This is also the case with Mr. Gao Wen. Twenty years ago, his Akhova Knights suffered an army with the most advanced weapons in the Republic of Intis... Hey, whenever I think of this, I seem to have touched the dust of history. I was shocked by the vicissitudes of life and fate that could not be reversed. There are poems in my heart that are brewing and surging. However, I will not write poetry."

... Then what do you say so much? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard’s self-deprecation, and seriously and seriously suggested:

“My college classmates told me that writing poetry is a very talented thing. It is best to start with reading Ron’s Early Classical Poetry.”

Leonard’s emotions change and change the way:

"I have already bought this collection of poems, as well as books such as "The Rosel Poetry", I will try to make myself a midnight poet, Mr. Diviner."

Is this implied...playing the law? Klein seemed to answer nothing without understanding:

"Then you still need books on grammar."

"Okay, let's go in." Leonard reached out and pushed the half-covered iron fence door to the house along the road that could be paralleled by two people.

Before he was close, Klein saw the front door open and a tall man came out of the house.

His blond hair is very short, and the two eyes have appeared white. The skin on his face has traces of wind and frost infestation. The head-up pattern, crow's feet and the law lines are deep and obvious.

"What are you doing?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Gao Wen, according to the contract you signed with the police department, our trainee inspector will follow you to learn to fight." Leonard smiled and explained.

"Fighting? The current era does not need to learn to fight." Gao Wen looked at Klein with a slightly muddy eyes, saying calmly, "You should practice pulling and shooting, master the most advanced weapons."

Is this a psychological shadow cast by a six-barrel machine gun and a high-pressure steam rifle? Klein did not respond recklessly, looking at Leonard with a funny face.

"For the police, fighting is still a subject that must be mastered. Most of the criminals we face are not demons that must be executed immediately. They don't even have weapons. This requires fighting skills." Germany has been prepared to speak.

Gao Wenyin’s face was silent for more than ten seconds:

"You try to punch out."

He said to Klein.

Klein, who didn't have a cane, recalled the boxing match he had seen in his life, raised his arm and waved forward.

Gao Wen’s mouth was slightly invisible and he thought about it:

"Kick your legs."

Half-body, swaying the ankle, Klein tightened his thigh and pulled out his right foot.

"Cough..." Gao Wen put his hand against his mouth and coughed twice. He looked at Leonard. "I will abide by the contract, but in his case, the first month, only need to come every week. Four times, three hours each time."

"You are a fighting expert, you decide." Leonard nodded without hesitation and smiled at Klein. "See you at dinner."

When he got out of the iron fence gate, Klein was curious to ask:

"Teacher, where should I start practicing? Is it a punch or a footstep?"

As a qualified keyboard player, he knows that the pace of fighting is also very important.

Gao Wen’s hands hang on both sides of his body, and his voice shook his head very heavily:

"What you need most now is strength exercises."

"See you there? There are two iron dumbbells, they are your companions today."

“Besides, you also need to practice squats, running and skipping, and we come together in groups.”

In the wake of Klein, his voice suddenly rose, and majesty asked:

"do you understand?"

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

"First go and change the clothes, there is a set of knight exercise clothes on the sofa." Gao Wen suddenly sighed, turned his back and turned to the pair of iron black dumbbells.

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

At six o'clock in the evening, the corner of the oldville restaurant.

In addition to the Frye of the Chanis Gate, the members of the Blackthorn Security Company were all in line, with a total of six nights and five civilians.

The white tablecloth was quietly laid on the long table, and the waiters came over with a plate of food. They cut it first and sent it to each guest.

Klein saw the steak with black pepper sauce, saw the bacon, saw the sausage with mashed potatoes, saw the custard, saw the aloe, saw the characteristic cheese, saw the amber champagne, but he did not A little appetite, the afternoon training made him almost spit out.

Looking at the new-time night-timer with white eyes and eyes, Dunn picked up the red wine in front of him and smiled and said:

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

Cool and restrained brunette lady Luo Yao. Lai Ting, short and small "sleepless" Cohen Li. White, unruly swaying men Leonard Mitchell, and white-haired black "Midnight poet" Sijia. Ang, Qiqi toast, looking to the newly joined teammates.

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

"Thank you."

He clinked one by one with each of the night-timers, and sipped his face with a small amount of champagne.

"At this time, did our writer Miss not say anything?" Dunn smiled and looked at Siga.

Sika Thong is a 30-year-old woman who looks quite ordinary, but her temperament is outstanding, quiet and peaceful, and her rare white long hair has quite a unique charm.

Klein listened to the old Neil, the "midnight poet" amateur is a fan of novels, and tried to vote for newspapers and magazines, but only a few tabloids passed.

Siegel smiled and saw Dunn look:

"In order to make your name "Miss Writer" become a fact, Captain, I think you should give me a special fee so that I can pay for the novel."

Dunn smiled and said:

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

"In this respect, I admire Mr. Neil most!" Roshan swallowed a piece of roast leg of lamb and licked it.

Between the people talking and laughing, Leonard looked at Klein and chuckled:

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

"Yes." Klein sighed.

"If you haven't touched it, then I can help." Leonard is not a waste of food.

Klein didn't mind at the slightest:

"no problem."

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

At the end of the dinner, the waiters brought up a piece of beef pudding and a portion of ice cream.

Klein tasted the latter, only feeling cold and sweet, and it was extraordinarily appetizing.

Unconsciously, he finished his own ice cream with blueberry juice.

It is precisely because of this that he began to feel the hunger of the heart and stomach, which is the desire to supplement the body after a lot of consumption.

Swallowing swallowing, Klein looked in front of him, only to see the plate was messy, almost no surplus.

"Come here, let's finish a drink for Klein." Dunn suggested.

His voice did not fall, and Klein blurted out and debuted:

"Captain, can I have another dinner?"

Upon hearing this request, everyone was silent and then whispered.

"Haha, you finally recovered, no problem, you can do two more." Dunn shook his head and smiled.

Anxious and unbearable waiting, Klein heard the scream of his stomach.

Finally, a piece of black pepper steak that had just been fried was brought up.

Knife, who flew with his knife and fork, almost shed tears. After only one and a half minutes, he solved the seven-point cooked food, and the meat and juice in the mouth reverberated.

I don't know how long it took, looking at an empty plate, he sighed with satisfaction, put down the knife and fork, and drank champagne.

"The waiter, checkout." Dunn turned to the waiter next to him.

The waiter went to the front desk first, then returned with the bill, explaining in detail:

"You have opened five bottles of Desi Champagne, each bottle of 12 Sule 3 pence, a small cup of South Weir red wine, 10 pence ... each black pepper sauce steak 1 Sule 2 pence ... each beef pudding 6 Penny, 1 ice cream per sore... a total of 5 pounds 9 Sule 6 pence."

5 pounds 9 Sule 6 pence? I almost ate my salary for a week! The restaurant is really much more expensive than eating at home! Klein heard a slap in the face, very glad that the captain said that he did not need to treat himself, there is a small vault, there are extra funds!

He calculated it carefully and found that the most expensive part of dinner was the drink, just 5 bottles of champagne and 3 pounds!

This is no different from the earth... Klein quietly touched his stomach and forced to finish the last champagne.

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

On the early morning of the next day, Klein felt the lower abdomen swell and turned to get up.

He had just exerted his strength and was immediately awake by the soreness of his muscles. He only felt that his body was completely out of his own.

"A familiar feeling... just like the second day after being thrown into a frog.... On today's rest day, I have to visit the tutor to see if I can borrow the Honnacs from the university library. The academic monograph of the main peak...” Klein’s mouth twitched and struggled to move outside.

Every step he takes, he wants to breathe.

"Klein, what's wrong with you?" Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked puzzledly at her eccentric, slow-moving brother.