That was Talim Dumont, the equestrian teacher who recommended him to join the club, and a good friend of Mary Gale.

Talim, who was wearing a black wool coat and had short brown curly hair, greeted him. He looked Klein up and down, and said with a strange smile, "Good morning, Mary and Doragu are negotiating a divorce."

Is this suspicious of my purpose in joining the club? Relying on the ability of "Joker", Klein easily made a surprised expression: "Really? This is really surprising!"

Talim gave him a deep look suspiciously, then suddenly smiled and said, "A friend of mine is worrying about something recently, and I want to know how your marksmanship and fighting skills are."

a commission? I only asked about marksmanship and fighting, and didn't mention reasoning. This is a commission involving violence... Klein smiled and said, "I just plan to go to the shooting range to practice shooting. You can follow along, but fighting requires an opponent to see how good it is." of."

"I have learned to fight." Talim replied eagerly.

boom! boom! boom!

Klein held the revolver he rented from the Kragg Club with one hand, pulled the trigger continuously, and hit the target accurately, the worst being above the eighth ring.

After feeding many rounds of bullets, coupled with the ability to control the body beyond ordinary people after becoming a "clown", his marksmanship is already quite good.

Continue to practice like this for a few months, and I can be called a sharpshooter... Klein opened the revolving wheel in satisfaction, shook out the shell casings, looked sideways at Talim Dumont amidst the clanging sound, and smiled. Asked: "Are you satisfied?"

"Very good." The equestrian teacher Talim took off his black wool coat and light gray sweater, and said in a boxing stance, "Come on, let me know your fighting level, I can tell you frankly, I have been trained as an apprentice knight since I was a child, and I have not been abandoned since then."

As a Extraordinary, if I can't even beat an ordinary man who has only received training, then, then I will stop being a human being! Klein complained, and without taking off the double-breasted frock coat, he put the revolver away, took two steps sideways, and gestured to Talim that he could start.

He originally wanted to hook his fingers to exaggerate the atmosphere, but when he thought of the opponent's strength, he was too lazy to waste his energy.

Talim was a little excited about this, jumped a few times on the spot, stepped forward suddenly, and punched a swinging punch to the right.

Blocking and grabbing with his left hand, Klein lowered his body and turned around, stretched out his right palm, and fell back smoothly.

Plop, Talim flew out and landed on his back��Klein didn't use any force in the end, but just used inertia to throw him away from his body.

"Excellent!" Talim quickly stood up and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a well-known detective, your marksmanship and fighting skills are very good."

It's just that I defeated a weak chicken like you. How can you tell that I have a high level of fighting? Klein slandered, and asked with a smile: "Now that I understand, can you tell me what commission your friend wants to do?"

"Hehe, he'll come to the club later, you guys talk about it yourself." Talim rubbed his back with his backhand, "I don't know what the specific commission is, by the way, he is a reporter, the "Daily Observer" Journalist Mike Joseph, presumably wants short-term protection."

"Okay." Klein didn't ask any more questions, and continued to practice guns, not just revolvers, but also shotguns, single-shot rifles, and repeating rifles, so that he can quickly master any firearms around him when he encounters a situation in the future.

When it was close to 12 o'clock, he returned to the first floor, entered the cafeteria, and took a grilled chicken and a piece of fried beef short ribs, as well as the club's limited supply of baked lobster with cream cheese today.

After putting these things away, Klein fetched Fen�port paella, fruit salad, oyster consomme soup, and Marquis black tea.

Facing this sumptuous lunch, he couldn't help swallowing, and praised the goddess in his heart.

If he ate outside, the meal would probably cost 3 soli... Klein used the silver knife and fork and spoon alternately, eating very satisfyingly.

When he was about to clear up the food on the table, Talim Dumont led a man in a heavy overcoat and half top hat over.

"Detective Moriarty, this is the friend I was talking about, Mike Joseph, Mike, this is a well-known detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty." Talim introduced both sides with a smile.

"Nice to meet you." Mike took off his hat and saluted.

His appearance is close to thirty, his eyebrows are relatively sparse, his skin is quite rough, and his pores are unusually obvious.

However, his facial features are not bad, his blue eyes are especially charming, coupled with two beautiful mustaches, he has a somewhat mature charm.

Klein couldn't help touching the thickening and growing stubble around his lips, stood up and asked the other person to sit down, and said with a smile, "Today's baked lobster with cream cheese is not bad, you can try it." JrNovels.com