Trafford’s Trading Club

After pulling the watch out of his pocket and looking at the time, Nick opened the door and walked up the hall.

Just as he walked up, Gareth was stacking newspapers… he frowned and then glanced at the end of the front corridor.

Only Klein dragged himself out of the room slowly, limping, even his swordless arm completely dropped, his clothes broke a lot, and his face ate a lot of dust, and of course there was blood.

“You are right, Mr. Gareth, that the target has been successfully suppressed, and she is indeed an illegal witch. ”

“Witch?” Nick frowned and stared at Gareth. “Why a witch? ”

Gareth shrugged his shoulders, laughing and not laughing: "My friend, it's obviously your intelligence work this time, something went wrong. ”

Nick did not argue anything about intelligence, but said slightly: “Knight Gareth, since you are a witch, you should not leave Klein alone! Every trainee knight is an invaluable asset of the institution, and as one of the twelve knights, you have an even greater obligation to protect the safety of these young knights. ”

Seeing Gareth bow his head as if he was ashamed of Nick's blame.

Klein, despite his weakness, hastened to say: "Mr. Nick, please don't blame Mr. Gareth, this is what I asked for, it's my fault! ”

“Klein.” Nick calmly said, “Honesty is what a knight deserves. ”

“I…”

“Okay, okay, I apologize.” Gareth raised his head a little, "I'm sorry ~ ~”

And he didn't know when to bring that weird fake nose again.

“Gareth!!” Nick's voice was greatly enhanced.

Gareth stuck it on the wall scared, and there was no such thing as a gentleman, laughing, "Hey, man, relax. Haven't you ever heard of a lion pushing a young lion off a cliff? ”

Pfft...!

Just seeing Klein suddenly fall to the ground -- the kind of face down, body straight down, he's unconscious.

……

When Klein woke up, he was already lying in the medical room of a round-table machine - with a needle for an infusion in his hand.

And Gareth was sitting next to him, looking at a tiny, hard-copy book, and crying twice.

“Mr. Gareth, you're a very emotional man.” Klein pushed himself up.

“Wake up.” Gareth doesn't seem to care that the emotional outflow is seen at this point, just simply closing the book, "how does it feel? ”

“The person who helped me heal must be an expert who likes to play with Lego building blocks, as if they were broken bones and put back together again.” Klein grinned bitterly.

“Son, I like your humor," Gareth said. ”

“How long have I been in a coma?” Klein looked up and asked.

“Five hours.” Gareth said: “Three broken ribs, a moderate fracture to the left arm, a lot of internal bleeding in the spleen, and a decay... Congratulations, Klein, on your success in a wicked witch crusade, surviving and accomplishing your mission well. ”

“I don't think I did good enough.” Instead of being a little bit proud, Klein began to fight before the coma, discussing the lack with this experienced knight.

“… I should not hesitate so that my arm may not break… Mr. Gareth? ”

“Oh... sorry, what did you say?” Gareth hit a knock at the moment - he's actually sleeping.

This is probably a combination of a lazy boss who looks like a gentleman and a subordinate who does everything very seriously.

“By the way, Mr. Gareth, what happened to the witch? ”

“Nick has complicated her confinement," Gareth said. She will then be questioned and, if she has a murder, sanctioned. ”

“Isn't she the daughter of the family? ”

“My earlier inference should be correct.” Gareth said casually: “She inadvertently got a handwritten copy of witchcraft and learned improperly by herself to go astray… there should be no direct relationship with the Witch Clan of the Love Sea. As for the male and female owners of the house, there will be follow-ups. ”

Klein nodded and then looked around in confusion - the infirmary was huge and had ten full beds, but he was the only one using them at the time.

Of course, the usage rate here is generally not very good. After all, it is not the capital of Great Britain. The Knights of the Round Table are very powerful here, so the chance of knights being injured on mission is also relatively small.

“Outside, it seems to be quiet too... are you on a mission?” If Klein thinks about it - he has good hearing and is a natural talent.

“Well, I heard they lost a few Orcs.” Gareth suddenly pulled the fountain pen out of his chest, then took out the label paper and lowered his head to say something.

“Orc?” Klein opened his mouth in surprise.

"There are a bunch of illegally captured animals passing through the pier by the waterway," Gareth said. Our men went on a rescue mission when they received the information. During the course of the mission, several Orcs were lost… Considering the emotions of these Orcs at the time, which could have caused a lot of damage, our Mr. Pupkins ordered that all those without the task at hand should go out to search for Orcs. ”

Mr. Pupkins is not a knight, but he is the man who commands the Knights of Mist.

“Illegal capture…” Klein lowered his head and frowned slightly.

“Orc trafficking has always existed.” Gareth bluntly said, "Especially some fanatics from the Magicians' Association, who especially like to use the Orcs for their research. ”

“These lost beasts cannot be left outside… too dangerous.” Klein was about to get out of bed.

Just Gareth stuck a note in Klein's, "Okay, here you go. ”

“What is this? ”

“Of course it's your fake ticket.” Gareth laughed: “Klein Knight, for the sake of the next knight's inheritance, I ask you not to continue to work as a trainee knight until you have recovered your wounds… Of course, the machine is still available, after all, the nurse lady here is so charming, right? ”

After that, ignoring Klein's rebuttal, Gareth patted him on the shoulder, "Get some rest. ”

The knight pulled open the curtain by the bed and splashed away - then a nurse walked in with the potion and pills in her hand.

An elderly black mother with red lips...

Mr. Gareth, you're lying...

“Oh, you poor young man, I'll take good care of you! Come on, I'll get you undressed and drugged, sweetheart. ”

“I... I'll do it myself! Ma'am, please don't touch that place...”

……

Tomorrow morning is still sunny, but as the afternoon approaches, the foggy streets are raining down.

People are dressed in trench coats, wearing umbrellas of all kinds, traveling the streets.

A man with a black umbrella, a khaki trench coat and a hat, parked in front of a red building - he detoured the alley behind him and walked down the side stairs.

A bar in the basement, on the door, and on the walls on either side, I don't know who painted all kinds of graffiti.

Cold bar, I don't know if I have a business relationship yet, so I haven't seen anyone but the bartender who's wiping the cup.

“Strongbow.”

The man sat down and watched the bartender order a drink.

The bartender is a little older, with a white flower beard, looks about fifty years old, but behaves very elegantly.

“Strongbow.", the bartender slowly lowers the drink requested by the Guest and then turns around to continue his work.

The Guest took a small sip before suddenly saying, “You know, I'm more than happy with the sunny weather. ”

The bartender said he looked back and ignored it.

He said to himself: "When the sun is reached, the shadows are expelled… they are compressed little by little, like homeless bums. But real homeless people also have curling corners or subway stations, but the shadows will only continue to be compressed, and only in the shadows will they have a chance of being unscrupulous. ”

“The sun will weep over your words.” The bartender said coldly.

He said, "Then just leave the sun out of it.”

The bartender frowned and turned away - but the Guest in front of him had disappeared and there was only one coin on the table that was spinning.

At the same time, on the table next to the cup, there is a wet text written in the wine: Serpent.

Coins, slow pause.

……

……

The teenage girl looked very thin, like she was chronically malnourished - and she wore very thin, just a dress that was already dirty.

At the same time, it has a lot of rupture.

In the alley, the girl hides from the rain… the rain just stopped.

She curled up on the roof of someone else's back door… What she held was a box of Chinese fried noodles that had obviously been eaten but had not been eaten and discarded.

Says it's Chinese fried noodles, but most entrepreneurs who want to cater to local flavors have already improved the formula... probably the real Chinese people are not used to eating it.

But the way a girl swallows a tiger at the moment, she looks really hungry.

She seems to be scared of something, and from time to time she looks around nervously, helplessly uncovered... and the cold from the shady days of rain.

“Hey, guys, look what I found. ”

Three punk-dressed youths were surrounded by the back door - in front of the girl.

“What a poor little wildcat. ”

They have eyes on their faces that make the girl even more alarmed - one of them just took out a few notes and was about to talk...

……

Klein eventually pulled out the medical room of the round-table machine and got in his favorite car: Harley, Davidson.

With a moderate fracture to his left arm, Klein's hand naturally had to be plastered and wrapped around his neck with bandages - just like that, driving slowly down the road.

Instead of living in the dormitory of a round-table organ, he rented a cabin by the river - the job of a trainee knight was dangerous, but relatively low, and the trainee knight was well paid and treated.

The locomotive suddenly stopped... the girl seemed to be being bullied by several hooligans and instantly broke into the rest of Klein's gaze - he drove the locomotive, tailed it directly and broke into the alley with little thought.

Strong car lights stabbed directly into the eyes of these youths - the punk-dressed youths - and sting them in the eye.

The hand of one of the young men, who also grabbed the arm of the girl in the dress, seemed to be pulling.

“Hey, friend, bullying a lady is not a gentleman's behavior.” Klein lifted the windshield and pulled the keys off the locomotive and walked down.

The young man with the girl's arm frowned - but let go of the girl's arm.

But the other young man next to him laughed coldly: "Like you, suddenly disturbing other people, it doesn't seem like a gentleman's behavior? Why don't you just take care of yourself? Just got out of the hospital? ”

Klein wrinkled, then said softly, "Please don't bother this lady again, okay? ”

“We're not bothering her.” The leading young man shook his head, "Believe me, this is not a hero saving beauty. We were just watching her pity, trying to help her. ”

But Klein seemed to have determined that he had removed his helmet and hung it on the handlebars of the motorcycle, bluntly saying: "Article 6 of the Knight's Regulations never compels a lady. Knight regulation number five, always give ladies and aid... get lost! ”

The three young men frowned and glanced at each other, then the head said directly: "Then will you give them to me? I'm sorry, you're not from unknown origins either. ”

“Gentlemen, I don't want you to regret… really.” Klein sighed and walked up slowly.

Although injured, it was more than enough to deal with a few young people… He was thinking about how to handle the matter properly, perhaps scaring people away would be a good option, after all, the other party had not done any substantial harm to the woman and the police could not convict her.

He even hoped that the matter would be resolved by violence.

Seeing this young man stretching out his arms at this point seems to be trying to pull out something… Klein's mind starts to think about what weapon the other party is planning to pull out, and he intends to preempt it.

He rushed forward - he just rushed in front of the young man and stopped in a raw fashion.

“Social... social worker's license? ”

The young man sighed: "Yes, this is my work permit. I just saw the lady encounter difficulties and intend to take her back to the social worker center first... did you misunderstand something? If you still don't believe me, you can call and ask... Plus, this is my ID. ”

“But... but you...” Klein looked at these three strangely.

Earrings punk, the look of dyed hair and black lips... fucking tell him this is a social worker in a social worker's center??

“Weird? We just had this hobby, and we just got back from the show…" Young people shrugged.

This is awkward...

“I am so sorry!!!!! ”