The Mysterious King

Chapter 26 Exercise

Da da da.

The footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow corridor, spreading far away

in the silence, and there was no more noise.

Klein's back was straight, and he followed the middle-aged pastor slowly

and unhurriedly. He didn't ask questions or chat. He was as calm as a windless

lake.

Passing through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest

opened a secret door with a key and pointed to the downward stone stairs:

"To the left at the crossroads is the Chanis Gate."

"May the goddess bless you." Klein clicked four times on his chest to

outline the "shape" of the crimson moon.

The secular uses secular etiquette, and the religious uses religious rituals.

"Praise the goddess." The middle-aged priest responded with the same

action.

Klein said no more, and walked along the stone stairs, using the elegant

gas lamps inlaid on the walls on both sides, and walked step by step deeper into

the darkness.

Halfway there, he subconsciously turned around and saw the middle-aged

priest still standing at the door, standing at the top of the stairs, standing in the

shadow of the gas lamp, like a wax statue that could not move.

Klein withdrew his gaze and continued to descend. Not long after, he

touched the ground paved with cold stone slabs and reached the intersection.

He did not turn to the direction of "Chanis Gate" because Dunn Smith,who

had just been on duty, would definitely not be there.

Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed another staircase

and appeared inside the "Black Thomn Security Company".

Seeing that the door was closed or ajar, he did not search recklessly.

Instead, he entered the reception hall and saw a brown-haired girl with a sweet

smile concentrating on reading a magazine.

"Hi, Roxanne." Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.

Bang!

Luo Shan suddenly stood up, knocked over the chair, and said hurriedly:

"Hey, the weather is nice today. You, you, Klein, why are you here?"

She put her hands on her chest and took a few breaths, like a little girl who

was afraid of being caught by her father being lazy.

"I have something to talk to the captain about," Klein replied briefly.

"...I was scared to death. I thought the captain was coming out." Roshan

glared at Klein, "I don't even know how to knock on the door! Huh, you should

be lucky that I am a generous and kind lady. Well, II prefer the word girl... What

do you want from the captain? He is in the room opposite Mrs.Oriana."

Even though he was quite nervous, Klein was teased by Roxanne and

smiled. He pondered for a moment and said:

"secret."

".." Roshan's eves widened and she couldn't believe it. At the same time,

Klein bowed slightly and left quickly.

He re-passed the partition door of the reception room and knocked on the

door of the first office on the right.

"Please come in." Dunn Smith's low and gentle voice sounded.

Klein pushed the door open, put his hands together, took off his hat and

saluted:

"Good morning, Mr. Captain."

"Good morning, what can I do?" Dunn's black windbreaker and hat were

hanging on the coat rack nearby. His exposed body was only wearing a white

shirt and a black vest, even though his hairline was high and his gray eyes were

It is deep and seems a lot more refreshing.

"Someone is following me." Klein answered truthfully without any

unnecessary modifications.

Dunn leaned back, clasped his hands, and looked quietly into Klein's eyes

with his deep gray eyes.

He did not answer the topic of stalking, but instead asked:

"You came from church?"

"Yes." Klein replied affirmatively.

Dunn nodded slightly, did not say whether it was good or bad, and returned

to the topic:

"Maybe Welch's father didn't believe the cause of death we reported and

hired a private detective from Windy City to investigate."

Constant City in Jianhai County, also known as the Wind City, is an area

with extremely developed coal and steel industries, ranking among the top

three cities in the Kingdom of Loen.

Without waiting for Klein to comment, Dunn continued:

"It may also come from the source of that notebook. Hehe, we are checking

where Welch got the Antigonus family notebook. Of course, we cannot exclude

other individuals or organizations who are pursuing this notebook."

"What should I do?" Klein asked in a deep voice.

No doubt he hoped it was the first reason.

Dunn did not answer immediately. He picked up the coffee cup and took a

sip. His gray eyes showed no trace of a ripple and he said:

"Retrace your steps and do whatever you want."

"Any?" Klein asked.

"Anything." Dunn nodded affirmatively, "Of course, don't scare the other

party away, and don't violate the law."

"Okay." Klein took a breath, said goodbye, turned around, left the room,

and returned to the underground level.

He turned left at the intersection, bathed in the light of the gas lights on

both sides, and walked quietly in the empty, dark and cold passage.

The echoes of clicking are superimposed, making the sound more lonely

and more fearful.

Soon, Klein approached the stairs, went up step by step, and saw the

middle-aged priest standing in the shadows at the door.

When the two met, neither spoke. The middle-aged pastor turned around

silently and moved out of the way.

Moving forward silently, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. The light

and purity of the round holes behind the arched altar remained the same, the

darkness and tranquility in the room remained the same, and the gentlemen

and ladies queuing outside the confessional remained the same, but there were

much fewer.

After waiting for a while, Klein took his cane and newspaper, and slowly

left the large prayer hall and St. Selina Church as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he went out and saw the blazing sun, he suddenly felt the

familiar feeling of being watched again, and he felt like a prey being stared at

by an eagle.

Suddenly, a doubt emerged in his mind:

Why didn't Peeper follow me into the church before? Although in that case,

I could still use the dark environment and the help of the priest to hide his

temporary "disappearance", but would it be difficult for him to pretend to pray

and follow the surveillance? I didn't do anything bad. Is there anything wrong

with going in openly?

Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop,

and knows that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...

From this point of view, the possibility of a private detective is very low...

call! Klein exhaled and was no longer as nervous as before. He walked

leisurely and walked around Zotland Street at the back.

He stopped in front of an old-style building with mottled walls. The house

number was "3" and the name was "Zotland Shooting Club".

The police department's underground shooting range has a section open to

the "public" to earn additional funding.

As soon as Klein entered, the feeling of being spied on disappeared

immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the "Special Operations

Department" badge to the waiter in charge of reception.

After a little verification, he was led underground to a small, closed

shooting range.

"10-meter target." After Klein simply told the waiter, he took out the

revolver from the g*n bag under his arm and the box of brass-colored bullets

from his clothing pocket.

Suddenly being targeted made his desire for self-protection overcome his

procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over and practice his

marksmanship.

Snapped!

After the waiter left, he swung out the wheel and ejected the silver demon-

hunting bullets one by one. Then he picked up the normal brass-colored bullets

and stuffed them into the cylinder one by one.

This time, he did not leave any space to prevent accidental firing, nor did

he take off his formal jacket or half-top hat. He had to practice in the most

ordinary attire. After all, it was impossible to shout after encountering the

enemy or danger. "Please stop for a moment and let me change into a set of

light clothes first."

Snap!

Klein closed the wheel and turned it with his thumb.

Suddenly, he held the g*n with both hands, raised it straight up, and aimed

it at the target 10 meters away.

But he didn't rush to shoot. Instead, he carefully recalled his experience of

missing targets in military training and common sense such as three points

and one line, and the recoil of shooting.

Wow! Wow!

Amidst the sound of clothes being pulled, Klein practiced his aim and

holding posture over and over again, as seriously as a child taking the college

entrance examination.

After repeating it many times, he retreated to the wall, sat on a soft bench,

put the revolver aside, massaged his arms, and rested for a while.

After spending a few minutes thinking about what had just happened, Klein

picked up the pistol with a wooden grip and a copper-colored revolver again,

came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

His arm shook, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet missed the

target.

boom! boom! boom!

Having learned from his experience, he fired one shot after another, trying

to get a feel for it in practice until all six bullets were fired.

Starting to hit the target... Klein stepped back and sat down again, taking a

few breaths.

Snapped! He swung out the wheel, letting the six bullet casings clatter to

the ground, and then continued to insert the remaining brass-colored bullets

one by one without changing his expression.

After exercising to relax his arms, Klein stood up again and returned to the

shooting position while summarizing.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of gunshots echoed and the target shook. Klein practiced again

and again and rested again and again. He fired all the thirty rounds of normal

bullets he had received and the remaining five rounds before, gradually

stabilizing the target, and began to pursue the ring number.

Shaking his sore arm, he poured out the last five bullet casings, lowered his

head, and inserted the silver demon-hunting bullets with complex patterns one

after another, and reserved a place for misfire.

After putting the revolver into the g*n bag under his arm, Klein patted the

smoke and dust on his body and walked out of the special shooting range with a

sense of relief and returned to the street.

The feeling of being looked at resurfaced again, but Klein's mood was

calmer than before. He walked slowly to Champagne Street, spent 4 pence to

take a tram back to Iron Cross Street, and entered the apartment where he

lived.

The sense of prying eyes disappeared silently. He took out the key, opened

the door, and saw a man in his late thirties, wearing a linen shirt and with very

short hair, sitting at the desk.

Library

His heart tensed, then relaxed, and Klein greeted with a smile:

"Good morning, no, good noon, Benson."

This man is his and Melissa's brother, Benson Moretti, who is only 25 years

old this year. Due to his receding hairline and old-looking face, he looks almost

30.

He has black hair and brown eyes, somewhat similar to Klein, but he

doesn't have that light bookishness.

"Good afternoon, Klein, how was the interview?" Benson stood up with a

smile on his lips.

His black coat and top hat hung on the bulge of the bunk bed.

"Very bad." Klein replied expressionlessly.

Seeing Benson stunned, Klein chuckled and added:

"In fact, I didn't even attend the interview. I found a job in advance, with a

weekly salary of 3 pounds..."

He repeated what he said to Melissa before.

Benson's expression softened, he shook his head and smiled:

"It feels like seeing your children grow up...well, this job is not bad."

He sighed and said:

"It's great to hear such good news after coming back from running around.

We have to celebrate tonight and buy some beef?"

Klein smiled and said:

"Okay, but I think Melissa will feel bad. Are we going to buy ingredients

together in the afternoon? Bring at least 3 soles? Well, to be honest, 1 pound is

worth 20 soles, 1 sole is worth 12 pence, and half The penny, the quarter-

penny, it's just counterintuitive, it's very cumbersome, and I think it must be

one of the stupidest currencies in the world."

After saying that, he saw Benson's expression suddenly become serious,

and he felt a little uneasy, wondering if he had said the wrong thing.

Could it be that in the missing memory fragments of the original owner,

Benson is a pure and extreme supporter of the kingdom and cannot tolerate any

denial from others?

Benson took a few steps and retorted with a serious face:

"No, not one."

None of them... Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and

smiled at each other with his brother.

It is indeed the sarcastic humor that Benson is good at.

Benson raised the corners of his mouth and added seriously:

"You should understand that establishing a reasonable and simple

currency system requires a prerequisite, which is to know how to count and

master the decimal system. Unfortunately, such talents are too rare among the

big shots."