Chapter: 243
"Gatekeeper" is the Sequence 5 of the psychic path? Means guarding the gates of hell? Or, guarding the gates of the spirit world? Klein thought speculatively.
"Okay, go find Old Neil and continue your studies." Dunn smiled and said, "Don't forget the big dinner tonight, it's at the Old Ville Restaurant, and the seat has been reserved, this time I will formally invite you Introduce to other Nighthawks."
"Okay, I've prepared the cash." Klein forced the corners of his mouth up.
"No, you don't need it. Did you forget that we have additional subsidies? You complete the entrusted task and hand in the part." Dunn waved his hand and said.
Klein was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile on his face, "Okay, Captain!"
He turned around, walked towards the door, and began to count silently in his heart: "Three, two, one... Hey, the captain didn't call me..."
Klein was "one" for a long time, and was surprised to find that Captain Dunn Smith hadn't forgotten things that needed to be added.
Miracle... He silently commented in his heart.
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Inside the arsenal, Old Neil glanced at the cheerful Klein and said, "Don't think about the dinner tonight, you still have a lot to learn, such as more ritual magic, such as the ancient Hermes language, the dragon language , Elvish, wait, wait."
"By the way, you have to practice fighting with your teacher for at least two hours every afternoon outside of your rest day."
"Fighting? The captain didn't mention it just now..." Klein was taken aback.
Old Neil nodded, and replied without hesitation: "He forgot."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, on the outskirts of the North District, outside a two-story house with a simple style and a disrepair.
Klein, who was dressed in the uniform of a probationary police inspector, looked at the overgrown garden and the wall with many plants climbing, and turned his head slightly in astonishment, "My fighting teacher lives here?"
The fighter who can be picked by the Nighthawks team must be very good...
Leonard Mitchell, who led him over, chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate Mr. Gawain just because of the living environment. Although he didn't get the title in the end, he was once a real knight."
Speaking of this, the poetic Nighthawk who was casually dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots was suddenly full of sentimentality: "He was active in the last glorious era of knights, and those warriors wearing breastplates marched towards the formations. The muskets and cannons charged wildly, destroyed their opponents, and flattened the front line. Unfortunately, they soon ushered in the invention and installation of high-pressure steam rifles and six-barreled machine guns. Since then, knights have gradually withdrawn from the stage.�
"The same is true of Mr. Gao Wen. More than 20 years ago, the Ahova Knights he belonged to encountered the army with the most advanced weapons from the Republic of Intis... Sigh, every time I think of this, I feel as if I have touched the dust of history. , Shocked by the irreversible vicissitudes and fate, there are poems brewing and surging in my heart, but I don�t know how to write poems.�
... Then what are you talking about so much? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard's self-mockery, and suggested solemnly and seriously: "My college classmates told me that writing poetry is something that requires a lot of talent. start."
Leonard's mood changed as he said, and he said in a relaxed and cheerful manner: "I have bought this collection of poems a long time ago, and there are also books such as "Selected Poems of Roselle", and I will try my best to make myself a midnight poet." Yes, Mister Seer."
This is implying... impersonation? Klein replied as if he didn't understand anything: "Then you also need grammar books."
"Okay, let's go in." Leonard reached out and pushed open the half-covered iron gate, and walked towards the house along the road where the two could walk side by side.
Before he got close, Klein saw the front door open, and a tall man came out of the room.
His blond hair is very short, his temples have turned white, the skin on his face has traces of wind and frost, and his forehead wrinkles, crow's feet and nasolabial folds are deep and obvious.
"What are you doing here?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
"Mr. Gao Wen, according to the contract you signed with the Police Department, our trainee inspector will follow you to learn fighting." Leonard explained with a smile.
"Fighting? There is 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 didn't respond rashly, and looked sideways at Leonard amusedly.
"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." Renner De has long been prepared to speak. JrNovels.com
"Okay, go find Old Neil and continue your studies." Dunn smiled and said, "Don't forget the big dinner tonight, it's at the Old Ville Restaurant, and the seat has been reserved, this time I will formally invite you Introduce to other Nighthawks."
"Okay, I've prepared the cash." Klein forced the corners of his mouth up.
"No, you don't need it. Did you forget that we have additional subsidies? You complete the entrusted task and hand in the part." Dunn waved his hand and said.
Klein was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile on his face, "Okay, Captain!"
He turned around, walked towards the door, and began to count silently in his heart: "Three, two, one... Hey, the captain didn't call me..."
Klein was "one" for a long time, and was surprised to find that Captain Dunn Smith hadn't forgotten things that needed to be added.
Miracle... He silently commented in his heart.
����
Inside the arsenal, Old Neil glanced at the cheerful Klein and said, "Don't think about the dinner tonight, you still have a lot to learn, such as more ritual magic, such as the ancient Hermes language, the dragon language , Elvish, wait, wait."
"By the way, you have to practice fighting with your teacher for at least two hours every afternoon outside of your rest day."
"Fighting? The captain didn't mention it just now..." Klein was taken aback.
Old Neil nodded, and replied without hesitation: "He forgot."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, on the outskirts of the North District, outside a two-story house with a simple style and a disrepair.
Klein, who was dressed in the uniform of a probationary police inspector, looked at the overgrown garden and the wall with many plants climbing, and turned his head slightly in astonishment, "My fighting teacher lives here?"
The fighter who can be picked by the Nighthawks team must be very good...
Leonard Mitchell, who led him over, chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate Mr. Gawain just because of the living environment. Although he didn't get the title in the end, he was once a real knight."
Speaking of this, the poetic Nighthawk who was casually dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots was suddenly full of sentimentality: "He was active in the last glorious era of knights, and those warriors wearing breastplates marched towards the formations. The muskets and cannons charged wildly, destroyed their opponents, and flattened the front line. Unfortunately, they soon ushered in the invention and installation of high-pressure steam rifles and six-barreled machine guns. Since then, knights have gradually withdrawn from the stage.�
"The same is true of Mr. Gao Wen. More than 20 years ago, the Ahova Knights he belonged to encountered the army with the most advanced weapons from the Republic of Intis... Sigh, every time I think of this, I feel as if I have touched the dust of history. , Shocked by the irreversible vicissitudes and fate, there are poems brewing and surging in my heart, but I don�t know how to write poems.�
... Then what are you talking about so much? Klein pretended not to hear Leonard's self-mockery, and suggested solemnly and seriously: "My college classmates told me that writing poetry is something that requires a lot of talent. start."
Leonard's mood changed as he said, and he said in a relaxed and cheerful manner: "I have bought this collection of poems a long time ago, and there are also books such as "Selected Poems of Roselle", and I will try my best to make myself a midnight poet." Yes, Mister Seer."
This is implying... impersonation? Klein replied as if he didn't understand anything: "Then you also need grammar books."
"Okay, let's go in." Leonard reached out and pushed open the half-covered iron gate, and walked towards the house along the road where the two could walk side by side.
Before he got close, Klein saw the front door open, and a tall man came out of the room.
His blond hair is very short, his temples have turned white, the skin on his face has traces of wind and frost, and his forehead wrinkles, crow's feet and nasolabial folds are deep and obvious.
"What are you doing here?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
"Mr. Gao Wen, according to the contract you signed with the Police Department, our trainee inspector will follow you to learn fighting." Leonard explained with a smile.
"Fighting? There is 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 didn't respond rashly, and looked sideways at Leonard amusedly.
"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." Renner De has long been prepared to speak. JrNovels.com
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