Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1274 Knight Rules
After taking out the pocket watch from his pocket and checking the time, Nick opened the door and walked up the corridor.

Just as he walked up, Gareth was folding newspapers... He frowned, and then glanced at the end of the corridor ahead.

I saw Klein dragging his body and slowly walking out of the room, limping, even his arm without the sword was completely dropped, his clothes were torn a lot, and his face was bruised a lot. Dust, of course, mixed with blood.

"Report to Mr. Gareth, the target has been successfully suppressed, you are right, she is indeed an illegal witch."

"Witch?" Nick frowned, staring at Gareth and said, "Why a witch?"

Gareth shrugged his shoulders and said with a half-smile: "My friend, it's obvious that something went wrong in your intelligence work this time."

Nick didn't refute the intelligence issue, but said slightly angrily: "Knight Gareth, since you are a witch, you shouldn't let Klein act alone! Every trainee knight is the precious property of the agency. As ten One of the two knights is more obliged to protect the safety of these young knights."

I saw Gareth lowering his head, as if he was too ashamed to lift his head because of Nick's scolding.

Seeing this, Klein hurriedly said despite being weak: "Mr. Nick, please don't blame Mr. Gareth. This is what I asked for, and it was my fault!"

"Klein." Nick said indifferently: "Integrity should be the character that a knight should have."

"I……"

"Okay, okay, I apologize." Gareth raised his head abruptly, "I'm sorry~~"

But he didn't know when he put on that funny fake nose again.

"Gareth!!" Nick's voice intensified greatly.

Gareth stuck to the wall with a face full of fear, not a bit of a gentleman, and said with an apologetic smile: "Hey, buddy, take it easy, haven't you heard the story of a lion pushing a young lion off a cliff? ."

Puff-!
I saw Klein suddenly pounced on the ground—the kind of face down with his body forward, and he had already lost consciousness.

……

When Klein woke up, he was already lying in the medical room of the round table mechanism—the needle for infusion was still inserted in the back of his hand.

And Gareth sat next to him, looking at a small hardcover book, wiping away his tears.

"Mr. Gareth, you are really a person with rich emotions." Klein pushed himself up vigorously.

"Wake up." Gareth didn't seem to care about being seen showing his emotions at this time, and simply closed the book, "How do you feel?"

"It's as if the bones have been dismantled and put back together again. The person who helped me heal must be an expert who likes to play with Lego blocks." Klein smiled wryly.

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

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

"Five hours." Gareth said: "Three ribs were broken, the left arm was moderately fractured, and the spleen had a lot of internal bleeding, and a decayed tooth fell out by the way... Congratulations, Klein, you succeeded During a crusade against the Wicked Witch, survived and completed the task well."

"I don't think I'm doing well enough." Klein didn't have the slightest pride. Instead, he began to discuss the deficiencies with the experienced Mr. Knight about the battle before he passed out.

"...I shouldn't hesitate. In this case, my arm may not be broken...Mr. Gareth?"

"Oh...sorry, what did you say?" Gareth yawned now—he was actually dozing off.

This is probably a combination of a boss who looks like a gentleman but is lazy and a subordinate who is super serious about everything he does.

"By the way, Mr. Gareth, what happened to that witch?"

Gareth said: "Nick has already taken her into custody. She will be interrogated next time. If she has a murder case in her hand, she will be punished."

"Isn't she the daughter of that family?"

"My previous deduction should be correct." Gareth said casually: "After she got the manuscript of witchcraft by accident, she didn't study properly by herself, so she went astray... It should have no direct relationship with the witch clan in the Sea of ​​Love. relationship. As for the hostess and hostess of that house, someone will follow up."

Klein nodded, and then looked around suspiciously—the medical room was huge, with ten beds, but he was the only one using it at this time.

Of course, the usage rate here is generally not very high. After all, it is the capital of Britain, and the Knights of the Round Table organization is very powerful here, so the chances of knights getting injured during missions are relatively small.

"Outside, it seems to be very quiet... Are they all on missions?" Klein thought deeply—his hearing is very good, which is a natural talent.

"Well, I heard that some orcs got lost." Gareth suddenly took out a pen from his chest, then took out the label paper, and lowered his head to write something.

"Orcs?" Klein opened his mouth in surprise.

Gareth said: "A group of orcs who were illegally captured passed the pier by water. Our people went to rescue them after receiving the news. During the mission, a few orcs got lost... ...Considering the emotions of these orcs at the time, it may cause a lot of damage, so our Mr. Pukins ordered that those who have no tasks at hand should be dispatched to search for the orcs."

Mr. Pukins is not a knight, but he is the one who commands the Knights of the Fog City.

"Illegal arrest..." Klein lowered his head, frowning slightly.

"Orc trafficking activities have always existed." Gareth said indifferently: "Especially some fanatics in the Magician's Association like to use orcs for their research."

"We can't let these lost orcs outside...it's too dangerous." Klein said as he was about to get out of bed.

But Gareth stuffed a note into Klein's, "Okay, this is for you."

"what is this?"

"Of course it's your approval form." Gareth smiled and said, "Knight Klein, for the sake of the knight's inheritance, I ask you not to continue working as an apprentice knight until you recover from your injury... ...Of course, you can still come to the office, after all, the nurses here are so charming, right?"

After speaking, ignoring Klein's retort, Gareth patted him on the shoulder, "Take a good rest."

The Mr. Cavalier opened the curtain beside the bed, and left in such a cool way-then, a nurse came in, still holding the medicine and pills in his hand.

It's an old black aunt who still wears red lips...

Mr. Gareth, you liar...

"Oh! Young lad, you are so pitiful. I will take good care of you! Come on, let me undress you and put medicine on you, sweetheart."

"I... I, I will do it myself! Ma'am, please don't, don't touch that place..."

……

The weather was clear and sunny in the morning, but towards the end of the afternoon, the streets of the foggy city began to drizzle instead.

People are wearing windbreakers and holding various umbrellas, shuttling through the streets.

A man with a black umbrella, a khaki windbreaker, and a hat stopped in front of a red building at this moment—he detoured through the back alley and walked down the side stairs.

A bar opened here, on the door, and on the walls on both sides, no one knows who has painted all kinds of graffiti.

It's a deserted bar. I don't know if it's not open yet, so I didn't see any other guests except the bartender who was wiping the glass.

"Strongbow."

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

The bartender is a bit older, with a white beard, looks about 50 years old, but has a very elegant demeanor.

"Strongbow." The bartender slowly put down the drink requested by the customer, then turned around and continued with his work.

The guest took a sip for a while, and then suddenly said: "You know, I like cloudy and rainy weather more than sunny weather."

Hearing this, the bartender glanced back and ignored it.

He said to himself: "Where the sun reaches, the shadows will be expelled... They are compressed a little bit, just like a homeless hobo. But the real hobo can still curl up The corner of the wall or the subway station, but the shadows will only continue to be compressed, and only on cloudy days will they have a chance to be unscrupulous."

"Sunshine will cry because of your words." The bartender said suddenly.

He said: "Then just let the sun not appear."

The bartender frowned, and turned around - but the guest in front of him had disappeared, and there was only a spinning coin on the table.

At the same time, on the table next to the cup, there was a wet word written with wine: Serpent (snake).

Coins, slowly turning to a stop.

……

……

The girl looked very thin, as if she had been suffering from long-term malnutrition—at the same time, she was also wearing very thin clothes, just a skirt that had been dirty for a long time.

At the same time, it still has a lot of cracks.

In the alley, the girl was hiding from the rain just like this... The rain just stopped.

She curled up on the eaves of the back door of someone else's house... What she held in her hand was a box of Chinese fried noodles that had obviously been eaten, but was not finished and discarded.

It is said to be Chinese-style fried noodles, but most entrepreneurs who cater to local tastes have already improved the recipe a long time ago... probably the real Chinese are not used to eating it.

But the way the girl was gobbling it up at this moment seemed to be really starving.

She seemed to be afraid of something, and looked around nervously from time to time, her helplessness was not concealed at all... and the cold brought by the rainy and cloudy sky.

"Hey, look what I found?"

Three punk-dressed youths surrounded the back door at this moment—in front of the girl.

"What a poor little cat."

They had gazes that could make the girl even more panicked - one of them took out a few banknotes and was about to speak...

……

Klein finally took out the medical room of the round table mechanism, and then rode on his favorite car: Harley, Davidson.

With a moderate fracture in his left arm, Klein's hand could only be put on a plaster cast and wrapped around his neck with a bandage—just driving slowly on the road with such injuries.

He didn't live in the dormitory of the Round Table, but rented a hut by the river—the job of an apprentice knight was very dangerous, but relatively low, and the salary and benefits of an apprentice knight were also very good.

The locomotive stopped suddenly... The scene where the girl seemed to be being bullied by several hooligans broke into Klein's vision in an instant - he drove the locomotive, swung his tail, and broke into the car without any consideration. In the alley.

The strong headlights directly pierced the eyes of these youths—the youths dressed in punk, and hurt their eyes.

The hand of one of the youths was still grabbing the ragged girl's arm, as if he was pulling it.

"Hey, friend, bullying a lady is not a gentleman's behavior." Klein lifted the windshield blindfold, pulled out the key on the motorcycle at the same time, and got off.

The young man who was holding the girl's arm frowned - but let go of the girl's arm.

On the other hand, another young man beside him sneered coldly at this time: "It doesn't seem like a gentleman's behavior to suddenly disturb others like you? You should take care of yourself first? Just came out of the hospital?"

Klein frowned, and then said calmly: "Please don't trouble this lady again, okay?"

"We didn't cause trouble for her." The young man in charge shook his head, "Believe me, this is not a hero saving the beauty. We just want to help her out because of her pity."

But Klein seems to have decided that he took off the helmet and hung it on the handlebar of the motorcycle, and said indifferently: "Article [-] of the Knight's Regulations, never persecute ladies. Article [-] of the Knight's Regulations, always give ladies and assistance... …roll!"

The three youths frowned, looked at each other, and then the leader said directly: "Then hand it over to you? I'm sorry, you are not someone of unknown origin."

"Gentlemen, I don't want you to regret it...really." Klein sighed and walked forward slowly.

Although he was injured, it was more than enough to deal with a few young people... He was thinking about how to properly handle this matter, maybe it would be a good choice to scare people away, after all, the other party has not yet had any real interest in this lady The police could not convict him of the injury.

He even hoped that this matter would be resolved with violence.

But seeing that the young man in the lead stretched his hand into his arms at this moment, as if he was planning to take out something... Klein was startled, thinking that the other party was planning to take out some weapon, and planned to strike first.

He rushed forward - but just when he rushed in front of this young man, he stopped abruptly.

"So...social worker certificate?"

The young man sighed and said, "Yes, this is my work permit. I just saw that this lady was in trouble, and I planned to take her back to the social work center first... Did you misunderstand something? If you still don't believe it , you can call and ask... Besides, this is my ID card."

"But...but you..." Klein looked at the three people's outfits strangely.

Punk earrings, dyed hair and black lips... What the hell are you telling him, this is a social worker from the social work center? ?
"Is it strange? We just have this hobby, and we just came back from performing..." The young man shrugged.

This is awkward...

"Extremely sorry!!!!"

(End of this chapter)