Lord of the Mysteries

At two in the afternoon, outside of a simple two-storied building that was in disrepair at the outskirts of the North Borough.

Klein, who was in his probationary inspector uniform, looked at the weed-filled garden and the vines that had crept up the walls. He turned his head in surprise.

“My combat instructor lives here?”

Shouldn’t a combat artist who was selected by the Nighthawks be exceptional…

Leonard Mitchell, who had guided Klein there, snickered and said, “Don’t underestimate Mr. Gawain because of his residence’s surroundings. Although he was never conferred an aristocratic title, he was a true knight back in the day.”

Having said that, the poetic Nighthawk, who was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots suddenly felt melancholic.

“He was active during the waning era of the knights. The warriors donning their armors would storm through enemy ranks despite the gunfire and cannon fire, destroying their enemies and redefining the battle lines. But alas, they were quickly met with the invention of the high-pressure steam guns and six-barrel machine guns. From then on, the knights had to gradually step down.

“Mr. Gawain met the same fate. More than twenty years ago, the Awwa Knights’ Order of Chivalry faced the most advanced weaponry of the Intis Republic army… Sigh, every time I recall this, it seems like I’m touching the dust heaps of history. The poet in me stirs when thinking of this irreversible and fated destiny, but alas, I do not know how to compose the poem.”

…Then what’s the point in saying so much? Klein acted oblivious to Leonard’s self-deprecation and gave a serious suggestion, “My university schoolmate once told me that the composing of poems requires a certain degree of talent. It’s best you start by reading the Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom.”

Leonard’s mood changed on a whim. He replied with a light-hearted tone, “I purchased that book a long time ago, as well as other titles, such as the Selected Poems of Emperor Roselle. I will work hard to become a true Midnight Poet, Mr. Seer”

Is he hinting at the… acting method? Klein replied, as though he couldn’t understand him, “You would still need books on grammar.”

“Alright, let’s enter.” Leonard extended his hand and pushed open the half-closed metallic gates. The two of them then followed the path towards the house.

They were still a distance away from the house when Klein saw a tall man walking out from behind the main door.

He had short blond hair, his brows already laced with white hairs. His facial features looked like they had been ravaged through age, his wrinkles were etched deep across his face.

“What are you doing here?” the aged man asked in a deep voice.

“Mr. Gawain, as per your contract with the police department, this probationary inspector will be learning the art of combat under your guidance,” Leonard explained with a smile.

“Combat? There’s no need to study combat in this era.” Gawain looked at Klein with turbid eyes and said in a dead voice, “You should learn how to draw your gun and shoot. You should master the most advanced weaponry.”

Was this the psychological trauma caused by the six-barrel machine guns and high-pressure steam guns? Klein didn’t give a reckless reply; instead, he smiled and looked at Leonard.

“The art of combat is still a skill a policeman has to master. Most of the criminals we face are not those who must be executed on the spot. Some might not even have weapons. In that case, we have to rely on combat techniques,” Leonard said, obviously prepared for the situation.

With a dark expression, Gawain fell silent for more than ten seconds before saying, “Throw a punch.”

He was speaking to Klein.

his cane, remembered the boxing matches he had seen

indiscernibly. He thought for a moment and

Klein tightened his thigh

cleared his throat. He looked at Leonard and said, “I will honor my contract. But based

without hesitation. He smiled and said to Klein, “See you

of curiosity, “Instructor, how

a qualified keyboard warrior, he understood the importance

stood akimbo as he

now is

of steel. They shall be your

also have to practice deep squats, running, and rope-skipping.

in a daze, Gawain suddenly raised his voice and said

though he had returned to military training and was facing an inhumane

training clothes on the sofa.” Gawain suddenly sighed.

…

corner

Frye, who was guarding Chanis Gate, all the members of the Blackthorn Security Company were present. There were six Nighthawks

tablecloth was draped over the long table. Waiters carried over plates of food, portioned them before serving them to each

and specialty cheeses. He even saw rose-colored champagne. However, he had no appetite. The training in the afternoon had nearly made him

newly-inducted Nighthawk with turbid eyes, Dunn raised the glass of red wine

welcome our newest official member,

introverted black-haired lady, Royale Reideen, the Sleepless Kenley White, the sloppy Leonard Mitchell, as well as the

fought back the discomfort of the training and raised his glass of amber champagne. He

head back, and

something on this occasion?” Dunn smiled as he looked at Seeka

looks, but had an exceptional demeanor, one that

as an author and had attempted to submit her works to newspapers and magazines. Unfortunately, only a few smaller newspapers

smiled and

make the term ‘Miss Author’ into a reality, Captain, I think you should

Dunn laughed.

Neil and

Mr. Neil in this department!” Rozanne echoed in-between

a chuckle, “Are you

“Yeah.” Klein sighed.

your food yet, I can be of assistance.” Leonard acted as though he didn’t want to

He nodded and said, “That

the food in

the end of the dinner, the waiters served plates of

found it cold and