After delivering lunch and filling his stomach, Klein only rested for half an hour before rushing to the shooting club to practice with firearms, not daring to relax at all.

After firing thousands of bullets and persisting day after day, his current shooting level has finally reached what Dunn Smith considers to be the passing line, and his shooting skills with fixed targets are particularly good.

After practicing mechanically again and again, he put away his revolver, took a tram to the residence of his fighting teacher Gao Wen, and walked to the front door in ten minutes.

Then, he changed into the knight training clothes that had just been dried in the sun, and practiced running, skipping rope, weightlifting, squats, and other items all the way to footwork and punching, until he was sweating and his body was exhausted.

"Take a fifteen-minute break." Gao Wen, a man with white blond hair and a weather-beaten face, took out his pocket watch, clicked it open, and took a look.

From the beginning to now, he has remained silent, only speaking a few words to remind him when the training method was changed or when some of Klein's movements were not standard.

Klein was panting heavily. He didn't dare to rest immediately, but walked back and forth slowly. The most obvious effect of the fighting training in recent days on his skin was that it had darkened a lot and turned into the so-called wheat color.

Gawain put away his pocket watch and stood by the rough practice field behind the house, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Klein relax, as quiet as a marble statue.

"Teacher, in addition to hand-to-hand combat, will you also teach me how to use a straight sword, a broadsword, a rapier, and a spear?" Klein, who had just finished digesting the "Fortune Teller" potion, was in a good mood and took the initiative to ask.

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

Gao Wen, who was bathed in the sun, glanced at him and said in a low voice:

"It's useless for you to learn these things. They are all outdated and can only exist in museums and private collections..."

He was silent for a few seconds, then added in a vicissitudes of life tone: "They have been eliminated... What you should pay attention to is the gun. Even in combat, it is only auxiliary."

Klein glanced at the old-looking fighting teacher and laughed:

"I don't think so."

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

Klein stopped and pretended to be typing, talking like a true keyboard expert:

"No, they just withdrew from the front battlefield and have other uses."

"Why must fighting and firearms be in opposition? They can be completely integrated. I believe that people who are more flexible, agile and have quicker reactions can make better use of firearms."

Seeing the silent Gawain's eyes suddenly become sharp, Klein continued with a little pride:

"Other weapons have not been eliminated, they just need to be improved to make them more portable..."

"...We can organize a highly mobile team, bypass the front battlefield, and go straight to the enemy's rear, to their center... In this kind of small-scale raid, warriors with excellent combat skills and proficiency in various weapons can play a very important role. You can imagine such a scene..."

He used his ability of knowing a little bit about everything to describe the fighting methods of special forces on Earth in a random manner.

Gawain's breathing started to become heavy at some point. He stood there, motionless, seemingly unwilling to break the picture of his fantasy.

Klein glanced at the other party's reaction, chuckled to himself, cleared his throat, and said in a reserved manner:

"Teacher, what do you think of my idea? Is it possible to realize it?"

Gawain's body trembled noticeably, as if he had finally woken up from a dream. He looked at Klein deeply and spoke in a low voice:

"You've rested very well. Now redo all the previous exercises for ten sets."

"Huh?" Klein looked confused.

Soon, he came to his senses and started running again, shouting wildly in his heart:

Ten groups? Teacher, no!

I don't want to "congratulate" myself for completely digesting the "Fortune Teller" potion in this way!

Hey, aren't you touched?

…

Watching Klein run to the other side of the training ground, Gawain suddenly loosened his arms 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 vomiting from exhaustion again, took a shower, changed his clothes, said goodbye to his still silent fighting teacher Gawain, and left his residence on a public carriage.

Instead of going home directly, he went to the Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to find out the prices of extraordinary materials and buy items for making talismans.

On the way, Klein took into account the small treasury he carried with him and forced himself not to sleep. He reached his destination with great difficulty.

"I have to leave a balance of 4 pounds for the commission. I only have 3 pounds 5 soli to use..." He touched the banknotes in his pocket, took his cane, and walked out of the carriage.

At this time, the sun has begun to set, and the light of dusk has permeated all the houses. The "boxing" and "dog catching mouse" competitions in the Dragon Bar are warming up.

After passing through the billiard room and several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market.

He looked around and didn't see the "monster" Admisol who was always active here.

“Didn’t Old Neil say that the ‘monster’ was able to survive only because Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, took it in and gave it food?” Klein muttered to himself with a hint of doubt.

As a night watchman, he was sufficiently alert to similar things, so he approached the burly man guarding the door and asked:

"Where's Ademisol?"

The sturdy man answered without a smile: "I don't know where he is sleeping. He has been like this recently, lying there trembling and shouting 'dead, dead, all dead, all dead.'"

What scene did he see? What kind of excitement did he encounter? Klein frowned slightly and asked a few questions carefully, trying to find out where Admisoel was sleeping, but the guard didn't know either.

“When I’m done, I’ll use divination to find him and see what happened to him…” Klein took note of this and walked towards one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.

According to Old Neil, the room on the left is used for lending and returning, while the room on the right is where precious items are sold and purchased, including extraordinary materials.

After knocking on the door of the room on the right, Klein discovered that it was divided into two rooms, an inner room and an outer room. Three customers were waiting in the outer room.

He pulled his silk hat halfway down and sat down behind the three customers in order. He leaned forward, held his cane, and waited in silence.

Not long after, the partition door opened and a customer in blue-gray dock worker's clothes came out. He lowered his head and left in a hurry without stopping.

Klein tapped his left teeth twice and used his "clairvoyance" to look at him. He glanced at the other three customers and found nothing abnormal. Of course, some minor illnesses still existed.

After another ten minutes, it was finally his turn.

He opened the partition door and walked into the inner room where a kerosene lamp was lit.

After locking the door, he sat down on the chair that belonged to the customers, looked at the old man in the black soft hat opposite him and said:

"I want to know what extraordinary materials you have and what their prices are."

The old man had sagging cheek muscles and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was quite sturdy. He did not find Klein's request strange, because many customers were reluctant to let others know what they wanted to buy before they were sure that there was a certain extraordinary material, and generally wanted to be introduced to everything.

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

"Depending on the degree of completeness, the brain tissue of a water ghost costs between 3 pounds and 15 pounds. 50 grams of star crystal costs 150 pounds. A plant of queen bee grass costs 200 pounds. An adult black-spotted frog costs 170 pounds each... A human-faced rose costs 280 pounds, and there is only one..."

Klein controlled his emotions and listened quietly to the old man's introduction. There were actually less than thirty kinds of extraordinary materials in such an underground transaction.

After touching the 7-pound note in his pocket and thinking about Miss Justice's attitude towards 1,000 pounds, Klein stood up silently and sighed:

"Unfortunately, it's not what I want."

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

Returning to the underground trading market, Klein stared ahead for a few seconds, then smiled bitterly and sighed:

"I am probably the poorest boss of a secret organization..."

This made him more determined to obtain materials from the Nighthawks or exchange them with Justice and the Hanged Man.

After walking around the underground market twice, Klein selected and purchased materials for making talismans, such as semi-finished silver sheets, herbal powders and natural minerals required for the corresponding rituals. In total, he spent 1 pound and 15 soli.

There was a total of 5 pounds 10 soli left in his private savings. After deducting the balance of the commission, there was still 1 pound 10 soli left... Klein silently calculated his financial situation and felt helpless.

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

“In two weeks, I have to tell Benson and Melissa that my salary has increased by 3 pounds, so I can hire a maid to do odd jobs… This way, I will have no private money…” Klein thought as he walked towards the main entrance of the underground trading market.

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

"Have you bought everything?" Old Neil greeted with a smile.

“Yes.” Klein answered frankly.

Old Neil immediately sighed: "You came really early."

"That's because I'm still hungry, and you've already had dinner." Klein chatted with Old Neil very casually.

After a while, Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, dressed in a naval officer's uniform, came in from outside. He approached the two of them with a serious expression and said in a low voice:

"I need your help."

"What happened?" Old Neil suddenly became serious, and Klein couldn't help but feel nervous.

Swain, with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol, replied in a deep voice:

"A member of the Mandated Punisher team has gone out of control nearby. We must eliminate him before he causes harm to ordinary people!"