Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1254 Knight Rules

After taking a pocket watch out of his pocket and looking at the time, Nick opened the door and walked up the corridor.

Just as he came up, Gareth was stacking newspapers... He frowned, then glanced at the end of the corridor in front.

I saw Klein dragging his body, slowly coming out of the room, look like a glimpse, even the arm of the sword did not fall completely, the clothes broke a lot, and the face also ate a lot. Dust, of course, is also mixed with blood.

"Reporting Mr. Gareth, the goal has been successfully suppressed, you are right, she is indeed an illegal witch."

"Witch?" Nick frowned, staring at Gareth: "Why is it a witch?"

Gareth shrugged, smiling like a smile: "My friend, obviously this is your intelligence work, where went wrong."

Nick did not argue about the intelligence issue, but angered: "The Knights of Gareth, since it is a witch, you should not let Klein alone act alone! Every trainee knight is a valuable asset of the institution, you are ten One of the two knights is more obligated to protect the safety of these young knights."

I saw Gareth bowing his head, as if he was ashamed to be unable to lift his head because of Nick’s blame.

When Klein saw it, despite the weakness, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Nick, please don't blame Mr. Gareth, this is what I asked, I am not right!"

"Klein." Nick said indifferently: "Integrity, it should be a character that a knight should have."

"I……"

"Okay, I apologize." Gareth jerked his head up, "I'm sorry~~"

He didn't know when he brought the fake nose that was funny.

"Gareth!!" Nick's tone was greatly enhanced.

Gareth's face was afraid to stick to the wall, and there was a little gentleman's grace, and he smiled and said: "Hey, man, let it go, don't you hear the story of the Lions pushing the young lion down the cliff." ."

噗通——!

I saw Klein suddenly rushed to the ground - it was the kind of face down, the body directly forward, he has lost consciousness.

......

When Klein was awake, he was already lying in the medical room of the round table - a needle for infusion was inserted in the back of the hand.

And Gareth is sitting next to it, looking at a small hardcover book, will it wipe out two tears.

"Mr. Gareth, really a very emotional person." Klein braced hard.

"Wake up." Gareth did not seem to care that the feelings at this time were revealed, but simply closed the book. "How do you feel?"

"Like the bones were dismantled and repacked together, the person who helped me with the treatment must be a person who likes to play high blocks." Klein smiled bitterly.

Gareth said: "Child, I like your humor."

"How long have I been in a coma?" Klein asked, looking up.

"Five hours." Gareth said: "The rib has broken three, the left arm has a moderate fracture, and the spleen has a lot of internal bleeding. By the way, it also drops a tooth. Congratulations, Klein, you succeeded. In the crusade of an evil witch, I survived and completed the task well."

"I don't think I'm doing enough." Klein didn't have a bit of pride. Instead, he began to fight before the coma and discussed the inadequacy with the experienced Cavaliers.

"...I shouldn't hesitate. In this case, my arm may not be broken... Mr. Gareth?"

"Oh... sorry, what did you say?" Gareth yawned at the moment - he was actually sleeping.

This is probably a combination of a gentleman who looks like a gentleman but is lazy and a subordinate who is doing something very serious.

"Right, Mr. Gareth, what happened to the witch?"

Gareth said: "Nick has complicated her. I will interrogate her. If she has a murder case, she will be sanctioned."

"Is she not the daughter of that family?"

"My previous inference should be correct." Gareth said casually: "She was inadvertently got the manuscript of witchcraft, and she went astray when she was not learning properly... It should not be directly related to the witches of the Love Sea. The relationship between the host and the host of the house will be followed up."

Klein nodded and then looked around in confusion - the medical room was large and had ten beds, but only he used one.

Of course, the usage rate here is generally not very good. After all, it is the capital of Britain. The strength of the Knights of the Round Table is very strong here, so the chances of the Cavaliers being injured in the mission are relatively small.

"Outside, it seems to be very quiet...Is it out of the mission?" Klein thought thoughtfully - his hearing was good and he was born with talent.

"Well, I heard that I lost a few orcs." Gareth suddenly took out the pen from his chest, then took out the label paper and wrote something down.

"Orc?" Klein opened his mouth in surprise.

Gareth said: "There were a group of orcs illegally arrested, passing the waterway through the pier here. Our people went to the rescue after receiving the news. During the mission, several orcs were lost... ...considering the emotions of these orcs at the time, it may cause a lot of damage, so our Mr. Purkins will order, and those who have no tasks on hand will be sent to search for orcs."

Mr. Purkins is not a knight, but he is the one who leads the Knights of the Mist.

"Illegal arrest..." Klein lowered his head and frowned slightly.

"The activities of orc trafficking have always existed." Gareth said: "Some of the fanatics of the Magicians Association especially like to use orcs for their research."

"You can't let these lost orcs out... too dangerous." Klein said he was about to get out of bed.

It was just that Gareth had a piece of paper stuck to Klein. "Okay, this is for you."

"what is this?"

"Of course it is your batch of orders." Gareth smiled and said: "Klein Knight, for the next knight inheritance, I ask you not to continue to work as a trainee knight before recovering from the injury... ... Of course, you can still come to the agency. After all, the nurses here are so charming, right?"

After that, regardless of Klein’s rebuttal, Gareth patted him on the shoulder. “Have a good rest.”

The knight opened the curtain at the bed and left it so quietly - then a nurse came in and took the potion and pills in his hand.

It’s a black aunt who is old but still with red lips...

Mr. Gareth, you are deceiving...

"Hey! Young boy, you are so pitiful, I will take care of you! Come, I will take off your clothes and take medicine, sweetheart."

"I... I, I am coming! Ms., please don't touch the place..."

......

In the morning, it was still the weather of Langqing, but in the afternoon, when it was close to the evening, the streets of the foggy city were drizzling.

People wear windbreakers and use a variety of umbrellas to shuttle the streets.

A man with a black umbrella, wearing a khaki trench coat and a hat stopped at a red building - he detoured the back alley and walked down the side stairs.

A bar on the ground, on the door, and on the walls on both sides, did not know who was covered with all kinds of graffiti.

The deserted bar didn't know if it hadn't been in business yet, so I didn't see any other guests except the bartender who was wiping the cup.

"Strongbow."

The man sat down and watched the bartender order a drink.

The age of the bartender is a bit too big, the beard of white flowers seems to be fifty years old, but the manner is very elegant.

“Strongbow.” The bartender slowly lowered the drink requested by the guest and then turned around to continue his work.

The guest sipped for a while and suddenly said: "Do you know that I am more liked to rain than the clear weather."

The bartender heard the words and looked back and ignored it.

He said to himself: "The sun is where it is reached, the shadows will be expelled... they are compressed a little bit like a homeless tramp. But the real tramp can still huddle. In the corners or subway stations, the shadows will only continue to be compressed, and only on cloudy days will they have unscrupulous opportunities."

"Sunshine will cry because of these words." The bartender said coldly.

He said: "Then let the sun not appear,"

The bartender frowned and turned straight away - but the guest in front of him had disappeared and there was only one coin on the table that was spinning.

At the same time, on the table next to the cup, the wet text was written in the wine: Serpent.

Coins, slowly turn around.

......

......

The girl looks very thin, like a long-term malnutrition – and she is also very thin, just a skirt that has long been dirty.

At the same time, it still has a lot of broken places.

Inside the alley, the girl is hiding from the rain... The rain has just stopped.

She curled up in the eaves of someone else's back door... What she held on her hand was a box of Chinese fried noodles that had been eaten, but not discarded.

It is said to be Chinese-style fried noodles, but most of the entrepreneurs who cater to local tastes have already improved their formulas early... Probably the real Chinese are not used to eating.

However, the girl’s gorging at this time seems to be really starving.

She seems to be afraid of what, from time to time will be nervously looking around, the helpless color did not cover up ... and the cold caused by the rainy cloudy days.

"Hey, look what I found?"

The three punk-dressed youths were surrounded by the back door at the door—in front of the girl.

"Good poor little wild cat."

They had a look on the face that made the girl more alarmed - one of them took out a few notes and was about to speak...

......

Klein eventually took out the medical room of the round table and then rode his car: Harley, Davidson.

In the case of a moderate left arm fracture, Klein's hand can only be plastered and wrapped around the neck with a bandage - such a wound is slowly driving on the road.

He didn't live in the dormitory of the round table, but rented a hut by the river. The work of the trainee knight was very dangerous, but relatively low. The salary and treatment of the trainee knight was also very good.

The locomotive suddenly stopped... The girl seemed to be being bullied by several hooligans, and in the blink of an eye he broke into the lingering light of Klein’s gaze – he had almost no consideration, he drove the locomotive, slammed his tail and broke into it. Among the alleys.

The intense lights of the lights directly smothered the young people, the young people dressed in punk, and stung their eyes.

One of the young men’s hands, at this time, grabbed the arm of the ragged girl and seemed to be pulling.

"Hey, friend, bullying a lady is not a gentleman's behavior." Klein lifted the windshield, and unplugged the key on the locomotive and walked down.

The young man who was pulling the girl's arm frowned - but still let the girl's arm open.

However, another young man around him was sneer at this moment: "Like you, suddenly disturbing others, it seems that it is not a gentleman's behavior? You still have to take care of yourself? Just got out of the hospital?"

Klein wrinkled and then said lightly: "Please don't bother looking for this lady, okay?"

"We didn't ask her for trouble." The young man who shook his head shook his head. "Trust me, this is not a hero to save the United States. We just watch her pitiful and plan to help her."

However, Klein seems to have determined that he took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar of the locomotive. He said: "The Knights Regulations Article 6 will never force a woman. Article 5 of the Knights Regulations always gives women and assistance... …roll!"

The three young people frowned and looked at each other, then the direct head of the head: "And then handed the person to you? Sorry, you are not a person of unknown origin."

"Gentlemen, I don't want you to regret it... really." Klein sighed and slowly came forward.

Although it hurts, it is more than enough to deal with a few young people... He is thinking about how to handle this matter properly. It may be a good choice to scare people away. After all, the other party has not made any substantive to this lady. The injury, the police can not be convicted.

He even hopes that this matter will be solved with violence.

However, the youth headed by this is now reaching out and seems to be trying to find out what... Clayin’s heart stunned and thought that the other party was going to produce any weapons, and he planned to preempt.

He rushed forward - just just rushed to the front of the young man, and he stopped hard.

"Social ... Social Worker Certificate?"

The young man sighed: "Yes, this is my work permit. I just saw that the lady had a hard time and planned to bring her back to the social work center.... Did you misunderstand what? You still have to believe it. You can call to ask... In addition, this is my ID card."

"Well... but you..." Klein looked at the three dresses in a weird look.

Stud ear punk, dyed hair and black lips look... What tells him, this is the social worker of the social work center? ?

"Is it strange? We just have a hobby in this area, and we just showed it back..." The youth shrugged.

This is awkward...

"I am very sorry!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)