Lord of the Mysteries

After eating lunch, Klein only rested for half an hour before he rushed to the Shooting Club to practice with his revolver. He didn’t dare to relax, not one bit.

After practicing his shooting skills day after day and expending more than a thousand bullets, he was finally shooting well enough to earn Dunn Smith’s basic approval. He was pretty good at fixed-target shooting.

After practicing for a while, he put away his revolver and took the public carriage to a stop close to the house of his combat teacher, Gawain. Then, he walked for ten minutes before arriving at the door.

He changed into his knight training suit that had been left to dry in the sun. After running, skipping rope, lifting weights, squatting, and other exercises, not to mention footwork and punching training, he was covered in sweat and felt exhausted.

“Take a break for fifteen minutes.” Gawain’s blond white hair and deep facial lines made him look hard and stern. He took out his pocket watch and flipped it open to glance at the time.

Since they first began training, he had ultimately maintained his silence. He only spoke to Klein when there was a need to switch training methods or to correct one of Klein’s mistakes whenever one arose.

Klein panted for air, but he didn’t dare to rest straightaway. He paced back and forth slowly. The most direct feedback of his combat training was that he was much tanner. His skin had turned bronze under the sun.

Gawain put away his pocket watch and stood next to the crude training field behind his house. He crossed his arms as he watched Klein cool down. He was as quiet as a marble statue.

“Teacher, besides fighting with fists, would you teach me how to use a straight sword, broadsword, rapier, and spear?” Klein asked proactively. He was in a good mood, as he had just digested the Seer potion.

He had seen weapons like the straight sword and rapier in Gawain’s collection room before. There was also chest armor and full body armor. He knew that Gawain wasn’t only good at fighting hand-to-hand.

Bathed in sunlight, Gawain swept his gaze at Klein. He lowered his voice and replied, “It’s useless for you to learn any of those. Those weapons have all fallen behind the times, and their only place is in museums or the private collections of collectors…”

He fell silent for a few seconds before adding with a voice that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, “They have been eliminated… You should focus on guns. Even combat is merely supplementary.”

Klein looked at his listless teacher and chuckled as he spoke.

“I don’t think so.”

“Every minister, every Member of Parliament, every general, everyone of them thinks so,” Gawain said, clenching his teeth.

Klein stopped and acted like he was a true keyboard warrior. He responded with ease and fluency, “No, they have merely retreated from the front lines of a battlefield. They still have their uses elsewhere.

“Why does combat have to be used against firearms? They could be used together. I believe a person who is more flexible, swifter in action, and quicker in response could use guns in a more effective manner.”

When he saw Gawain’s eyes suddenly sharpen, Klein turned smug and continued, “The other weapons aren’t eliminated either. They only need some enhancement to be more portable…”

the enemy and fight right to their core. In such a small-scale surprise attack, a warrior who has outstanding hand-to-hand abilities and familiarity with various kinds of weapons could play an important

full play to his ability of knowing a bit of everything. He mixed and matched all the combat tactics the special forces on Earth had and described them to

He stood there without moving an inch, seemingly unwilling

as he cleared his throat and said in a restrained manner, “Teacher, what do you think about

just awoken from a dream. He looked deeply into Klein’s eyes and said, “Your break is doing you well. Repeat the whole set

Huh? Klein looked lost.

soon, he started running and snapped back to reality. He

to celebrate my complete digestion of the Seer potion

you gain any inspiration at all?

training field, Gawain suddenly uncrossed his arms and

tightly, and the wrinkles on his face were deep and

…

puking from exhaustion, Klein took a shower, changed clothes, and bade a still silent Gawain farewell. He took

Bar near the harbor. He planned to inquire about the price

Klein kept his mind on his tiny stash that he was carrying with him. He forced himself to stay alert and reached his

remaining balance that I owe to the detective company. I can only use three pounds and five soli tonight…” He touched the paper notes in his pocket before

moment, the sun had already begun slipping below the horizon. All the houses were gradually tainted with a twilight

the billiard room and numerous rooms, Klein finally entered the underground

left and right, but he didn’t see Monster Ademisaul who was always

only managed to survive because the boss of Evil Dragon

matters like that. He approached

a smile, “I have no idea where he’s sleeping. He’s been like that lately. He lies down

eyebrows slightly and asked for

note of this, Klein walked towards

Old Neil, the room on the left was for loans and repayment, while the room on the right

a partition that separated it into two spaces, the inside and the outside. There were another three customers waiting on the

top hat and queued behind the three customers. He leaned his body forward and supported himself with the cane

partition opened and a customer in a bluish-gray harbor worker uniform came out. He kept

Spirit Vision. He then looked at the other three customers. There was nothing wrong

another ten plus minutes,

opened the door and entered the room that was lit

and took the seat that belonged to the customer. He looked towards the old man wearing a black felt

have, and at what prices they

find Klein’s request weird because many customers weren’t willing to let another person know what they wanted to