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

Klein, who was wearing a trainee inspector uniform, looked at the overgrown garden and the walls covered with plants. He tilted his head in surprise and said:

"My fighting teacher lives here?"

The fighter chosen by the Nighthawks must be an outstanding one.

Leonard Mitchell, who led him here, laughed softly and said:

“Don’t look down on Mr. Gawain because of the environment he lives in. Although he didn’t get the title in the end, he was once a true knight.”

At this point, the poet-like night watchman, who was casually dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and buttonless leather boots, suddenly became sentimental:

"He was active in the last glorious age of the knights. Those warriors wearing breastplates charged frantically at the array of muskets and cannons, destroying their opponents and flattening the front lines. Unfortunately, they soon welcomed the invention and deployment of high-pressure steam rifles and six-barreled machine guns. From then on, the knights gradually withdrew from the stage."

"It's the same with Mr. Gawain. More than 20 years ago, his Ahova Knights encountered the Intis Republic's army with the most advanced weapons. Whenever I think of this, I feel as if I have touched the dust of history. I am shocked by the irreversible vicissitudes and fate. Poems are brewing and surging in my heart. However, I can't write poetry."

Then why are you saying so much? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard's self-mockery and gave a serious and solemn suggestion:

"My college classmates told me that writing poetry is something that requires great talent, and it is best to start with the early classical poetry collection of Ruhn."

Leonard's mood changed suddenly, and he said happily:

"I have already bought this poetry collection, as well as other books such as Roselle's Poems. I will work hard to become a midnight poet, Mr. Fortune Teller."

Is this a hint of acting? Klein replied as if he didn't understand anything:

"Then you'll need some grammar books."

"Okay, let's go in." Leonard reached out and pushed open the half-open iron gate, and walked towards the house along a road that was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Before he got close, Klein saw the front door open and a tall man walked out.

His blond hair was very short, with some graying on his temples. The skin on his face showed signs of weathering, and his forehead wrinkles, crow's feet and nasolabial folds were deep and obvious.

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

"Mr. Gawain, according to the contract you signed with the Police Department, our trainee inspector will learn fighting from you." Leonard explained with a smile.

"Fighting? There's no need to learn fighting 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 caused by the six-barreled machine gun and the high-pressure steam rifle? Klein did not respond rashly. Instead, he looked at Leonard with amusement.

"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 may not even have weapons. At this time, fighting skills are needed." Leonard spoke as if he was prepared.

Gao Wen frowned and was silent for more than ten seconds before saying:

"Try to throw a punch."

He was talking to Klein.

Klein, who didn't have his cane, recalled the boxing matches he had seen in his previous life, raised his arms, and swung them forward.

The corner of Gao Wen's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought for a moment and said:

"Kick."

Klein turned his body halfway, swung his hips, tightened his thighs, and pulled out his right foot.

"Ahem." Gawain put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice, then looked at Leonard and said, "I will abide by the contract, but given his situation, he only needs to come four times a week for three hours each time in the first month."

"You are a fighting expert, you decide." Leonard nodded without hesitation and said to Klein with a smile, "See you at dinner."

After he walked out of the iron gate, Klein asked curiously:

"Teacher, where should I start practicing? Punching or kicking?"

As a qualified keyboard warrior, he knows that footwork in fighting is also very important.

Gawain dropped his hands to his sides, shook his head heavily and said:

"What you need most right now is strength training."

"See there? There are two iron dumbbells. They will be your companions today."

"Besides that, you also need to practice squats, running, skipping rope, etc. We will do it in groups."

While Klein was stunned, his voice suddenly rose and he asked majestically:

"Do you understand?"

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

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

Six o'clock in the evening, in a corner of Old Weir Restaurant.

Except for Frye, who was on duty at Chanis Gate, all members of the Blackthorn Security Company were present, including six night watchmen and five civilian staff.

The white tablecloth was quietly spread on the long table. The waiters brought plate after plate of food, which they cut first and then served to each guest.

Klein saw steaks with black pepper sauce, bacon, sausages with mashed potatoes, custard, aloe vera, specialty cheese, and amber champagne, but he had no appetite at all. The afternoon training almost made him vomit.

Glancing at the pale-faced and distracted new Night Watchman, Dunn picked up the glass of red wine in front of him and said with a smile:

"Let us welcome the new official member, Klein Moretti. Cheers!"

The cold and reserved black-haired lady Luo Yao Laiting, the short and sturdy "Insomniac" Cornelia White, the unkempt playboy Leonard Mitchell, and the white-haired and black-eyed "Midnight Poet" Xijia Teong, all raised their glasses and looked at their new teammates.

Klein endured the discomfort left over from training, picked up the glass of amber champagne, stood up and said:

"Thanks."

He clinked glasses with each of the night watchmen one by one and drank up the little champagne.

"At this time, shouldn't our writer say something?" Dunn looked at Xijia Teong with a smile.

Xiga Teong is a lady in her thirties. She has a rather ordinary appearance, but an outstanding temperament. She is calm and peaceful. Coupled with her rare long white hair, she has a unique charm.

Klein had heard from Old Neil that this "midnight poet" was an amateur and had tried to submit his works to newspapers and magazines, but unfortunately only a few tabloids accepted his submissions.

Xijia smiled, glanced at Dunn and said:

"In order to make what you call 'Miss Writer' a reality, Captain, I think you should grant me a fee so that I can pay for the publication myself."

Dunn spread his hands and smiled:

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

"In this regard, I admire Mr. Neil the most!" Luo Shan swallowed a piece of roasted lamb leg and shouted in agreement.

As everyone was talking and laughing, Leonard glanced at Klein and chuckled:

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

"Yes." Klein sighed.

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

Klein nodded without any hesitation:

"no problem."

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

At the end of dinner, the waiters brought out beef puddings and portions of ice cream.

Klein took a bite of the latter and found it cold and sweet, which was particularly appetizing.

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

And because of this, he began to feel the hunger scratching his heart and stomach, which was the body's urgent desire for replenishment after a large amount of consumption.

Klein swallowed and looked in front of him. He saw that the plate was in a mess with almost nothing left.

“Come here, let’s have one last toast to Klein,” Dunn suggested.

Before he finished speaking, Klein blurted out:

"Captain, can I have another dinner?"

Hearing this request, everyone was silent for a while, and then laughed softly.

"Haha, you've finally recovered. No problem, two more will be fine." Dunn shook his head and laughed.

During the anxious and impatient wait, Klein heard his stomach growling.

Finally, a piece of freshly fried black pepper steak was served.

Klein, who was almost in tears, used only one and a half minutes to finish the rare food, with the aroma of meat and juice lingering in his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked at the empty plates, let out a satisfied sigh, 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 went to the front desk first, then returned with the bill and explained in detail:

"You opened five bottles of Desiree champagne, each bottle costing 12 soli and 3 pence, a small glass of Southwell red wine, 10 pence each of black peppercorn steak, 1 soli and 2 pence each of beef pudding, 6 pence each, and 1 soli each of ice cream, a total of 5 pounds soli and 6 pence."

5 pounds soli and 6 pence? That's almost my weekly salary! The restaurant is indeed much more expensive than eating at home! Klein was shocked when he heard this. He was very glad that the captain said he didn't have to pay for the meal himself. There was a slush fund and extra funds!

He calculated carefully and found that the most expensive part of the dinner was the drinks. Just 5 bottles of champagne cost just over 3 pounds!

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

The next morning, Klein vaguely felt his lower abdomen bloating and turned over to get up.

As soon as he exerted force, he was completely awakened by the soreness in his muscles. He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.

"What a familiar feeling. It's just like the day after I was punished with frog jumps. Today is my day off, and I have to visit my advisor to see if I can borrow that academic monograph on the main peak of Honachis from the university library." Klein's mouth twitched, and he moved outside with difficulty.

With every step he took, he wanted to gasp.

“Klein, what’s wrong with you?” Melissa, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at her brother with a puzzled look as he moved slowly and in a strange posture.