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After having lunch and filling his stomach, Klein had only rested for half an hour and rushed to the shooting club to practice the firearms. He did not dare to relax.

With the feeding of thousands of bullets and day-to-day insistence, his current shooting level has finally reached the pass line that Dunn Smith believes, and the fixed target is especially good.

After repeated mechanical and repeated practice, he took the revolver and took the public carriage to the vicinity of the residence of the fighting teacher Gao Wen, and walked to the front of the gate in ten minutes.

Then, he changed into a well-dressed knight's exercise suit, and from the running, skipping, weightlifting, squatting and other projects, he has been trained to the pace and punch, sweating and exhausting.

"Fast for fifteen minutes." The blond-haired, high-faced Gao Wenyu took out his pocket watch and slammed it open and glanced.

From the beginning to the present, he has remained silent, only to remind the two words when changing the training method and some of Klein's actions are not standardized.

Klein gasped, didn't dare to rest directly, and walked back and forth slowly - the most intuitive reaction to this time's fighting practice was that his skin was dark and turned into a so-called wheat color.

Gao Wen put a good pocket watch, stood beside the rough driving range behind the house, and looked at Klein with his arms folded, quiet as a marble statue.

"Teacher, in addition to freehand fighting, how can you teach me how to use straight swords, big swords, stabbing swords and rifles?" Klein, who had just digested the "Divination" potion, was in a good mood and took the initiative to ask.

In Gao Wen’s collection room, he saw swords such as straight swords and stabbing swords, breastplates, and body armor. He knew that the other party was not only good at unarmed combat.

Gao Wen, who was bathed in the sun, swept his eyes and said with a low voice:

"You have no use in learning these things. They are things that are behind the times. They can only exist in museums and private collections..."

He silently for a few seconds, and added a tone of vicissitudes: "They have been eliminated... you should pay attention to firearms, even if fighting, it is only an aid."

Klein looked at the savage fighting teacher and smiled:

"I don't think so."

"All the ministers, all the members, all the generals think so." Gao Wen said with a bite of his teeth.

Klein stopped and pretended that he was typing, like a real keyboard powerhouse:

"No, they just exited the frontal battlefield and there are other uses."

“Why must fighting be the opposite of firearms? They can be integrated. I believe that people who are more flexible and agile have faster response and can better play the role of firearms.”

Seeing the silence of Gao Wen’s eyes became sharp, and Klein continued to say with a slight sigh:

"The other weapons have not been eliminated, but they need to be improved to make them more portable..."

"...we can organize a very mobile team, bypassing the frontal battlefield, going straight to the enemy's rear, and rushing to their center... In this small-scale assault, they have excellent fighting skills and are good at each Warriors of weapons can play a very important role, you can imagine such a scene..."

He played with the ability to understand everything, and described the battlefields of the special forces on the earth.

Gao Wen’s breathing didn’t know when it started to get heavy. He stood there, motionless, and seemed unwilling to break the fantasy picture.

Klein glanced at the other party's reaction, snorted and cleared his throat, pretending to say:

"Teacher, what do you think of my thoughts? Is there any possibility of achieving it?"

Gao Wen’s body trembled abruptly, as if he finally woke up from his dreams. He glanced at Klein deeply and his mouth was low:

"The effect of your rest is very good. Now re-do all the previous exercises into ten groups."

"Ah?" Klein looked blank.

Soon, he started to run again and he woke up and screamed in his heart:

Ten groups? Teacher, don't!

I don't want to "grate" in this way to completely digest the "Divination" potion!

Hello, you have nothing to touch?

......

Looking at Klein running to the other side of the training ground, Gao Wen suddenly loosened his arms and covered his face with a single palm.

His eyes were tightly closed and the wrinkles on his face were deep and eye-catching.

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

Once again, Klein, who was almost tired, took a shower, changed his clothes, and said goodbye to the still silent fighting teacher, Gao Wen, and left the other's residence in a public carriage.

Instead of going home directly, he went to the Dragon Bar in the Docklands and planned to go to the underground trading market to learn about the price of extraordinary materials and buy items that make spells.

On the way, Klein took care of the small vaults that he carried with him. He did not dare to sleep, and it was very difficult to reach his destination.

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

At this time, the sun has begun to fall, the dusk shines all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dog-catching" games in the Dragon Bar are warming up.

Through the billiard room and through a heavy room, Klein entered the underground trading market.

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

"Old Neal is not to say that the owner of the Dragon Bar, Swein, is taken over and given a bite to eat, can the ‘monster’ survive?” Klein whispered a little in confusion.

As a night owl, he was wary of similar things, so he approached the brawny who was at the door and asked:

"What about Admiral?"

The brawny replied with no smile: "I don't know where to hide and sleep. He has always been like this. He has been lying and shivering. He has been yelling, "dead, dead, all dead bodies, and will die."

What picture did he see again? What stimuli have you encountered? Klein frowned slightly and asked a few words carefully to find out where Admiralol was sleeping, but the guards didn't know.

"When I'm done, I use divination to find him and see what happened to him..." Klein took note of this and walked to one of the two rooms at the end of the trading market.

According to Old Neal, the room on the left is used for lending and return, and the room on the right is a place to sell and purchase precious items, including extraordinary materials.

Knocking on the door of the right room, Klein found that there were two inside and outside, and three customers were waiting outside.

He lowered the half-high silk hat and sat in the back of the three customers in order, leaning forward, pressing the cane, waiting in silence.

Not long after, the partition door opened and a customer wearing a blue-gray dock worker costume, he lowered his head and hurried away, did not stop.

Klein let the left tooth smack two times, looked at him with "Lingshi", looked at the other three customers, and there was nothing too unusual. Of course, certain minor illnesses still exist.

After another ten minutes, I finally got his turn.

He opened the partition door and walked into the kerosene lamp.

Anti-locking the door of the house, he sat on the chair belonging to the customer and looked at the old man wearing a black soft hat on the opposite side:

"I want to know what extraordinary materials you have, what is the price."

The old man’s cheek muscles drooped, his eyes were wrinkled deep, but his body was quite burly, and he was not surprised by Klein’s request, because many customers were unwilling to let people know that he wanted to know something. If you buy anything, you generally want to introduce it all.

The old man turned to the latest pages of the notebook, looked at Klein and picked up the honey in front of him and snorted:

"The brain tissue of the water ghost, depending on the degree of completeness, ranging from 3 pounds to 15 pounds, the star crystal is 150 pounds per 50 grams, the bee grass is 200 pounds, the adult black spotted frog, each 170 pounds... the face rose, 280 pounds, only one..."

Klein controlled his emotional reaction and quietly listened to the introduction of the old man, and such an underground transaction had less than thirty extraordinary materials.

I touched the 7-pound banknote in my pocket and thought about the attitude of Miss Justice to 1000 pounds. Klein got up and sighed:

"Unfortunately, there is nothing I want."

Not waiting for the old man to ask, he turned quickly, opened the door of the partition, and went out.

Back in the underground trading market, Klein looked at the front and stayed for a few seconds. In her heart, she smiled and said:

"I am probably the poorest secret organization BOSS..."

This made him more determined to get the material from the inside of the night, or to find justice and exchange people.

After two rounds of the underground trading market, Klein chose to buy materials for making spells, such as semi-finished silver tablets, such as herbal powders and natural ore for the ritual, which cost him a total of 15 pounds.

The total amount of private money is 5 pounds and 10 sules, and the final amount of the commission is removed. There is also 1 pound and 10 sul... Kleinmer counts his financial situation and feels helpless.

Of course, he is very clear that this is because he has been working for more than a month. If the time is extended to one year, more than one hundred pounds can still be found.

"For another two weeks, I have to tell Benson and Melissa that my salary is 3 pounds more, I can hire a maiden maid... so there is no private money..." Klein wants to go to the underground trading market. The main entrance.

Just then, he saw the old Neil wearing a black classical robe stepping slowly.

"All bought?" Old Neil laughed and said hello.

"Yes." Klein calmly replied.

Old Nielton snorted: "You are coming early."

"This is because I am still hungry, and you have already had dinner." Klein casually and old Neil snorted.

After a while, the sinister bar owner Swein, who was wearing a naval officer's uniform, came in from the outside, and his expression was close to the two people, pressing down the voice:

"I need your help."

"What happened?" Old Neil became serious, and Klein couldn't help but raise a heart.

The smack of the brown hair and the strong smell of the wine replied:

“There is a member of the ‘Penator’ team that is out of control nearby. We must solve him before he causes harm to ordinary people!”