Trafford’s Trading Club
Chapter 3 Knight’s Code
After taking out his pocket watch from his pocket and checking the time, Nick opened the door and walked up the corridor.
When he just 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 the arm that was not holding the sword completely dropped. His clothes were torn in many places, and his face was also eaten. Dust, of course, mixed with blood.
"Reporting to Mr. Gareth, the target has been successfully suppressed. You are right, she is indeed an illegal witch."
"Witch?" Nick frowned, stared at Gareth and said, "Why a witch?"
Gareth shrugged and said with a faint smile: "My friend, it is obvious that your intelligence work this time made a mistake somewhere."
Nick did not argue with the intelligence issue, but said slightly angrily: "Knight Gareth, since you are a witch, you should not let Klein act alone! Every trainee knight is a valuable asset of the agency, and as a ten One of the two knights has an even greater obligation to protect the safety of these young knights.”
Gareth lowered his head, as if he was too ashamed to lift his head because of Nick's reproach.
When Klein saw this, even though he was weak, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Nick, please don't blame Mr. Gareth. This is what I asked for. It's my fault!"
"Klein." Nick said calmly: "Integrity should be the moral character a knight should have."
"I……"
"Okay, okay, I apologize." Gareth suddenly raised his head, "I'm sorry~~"
But he didn't know when he put on that funny prosthetic nose again.
"Gareth!!" Nick's voice became louder.
Gareth pressed his face against the wall with a fearful look on his face. There was no hint of gentlemanly demeanor. He said with a smile: "Hey, man, relax, haven't you heard the story about a lion pushing a young lion off a cliff?" ."
Plop——!
Klein suddenly fell to the ground - face down and body forward. He had already lost consciousness.
…
When Klein woke up, he was already lying in the medical room of the Round Table Agency - with an infusion needle inserted into the back of his hand.
Gareth was sitting next to him, looking at a small hardcover book and wiping tears from his eyes.
"Mr. Gareth, you are such an emotional person." Klein pushed himself up vigorously.
"Wake up." Gareth didn't seem to care that his emotional expression was seen, and simply closed the book, "How do you feel?"
"It's like the bones have been torn apart and put back together again. The person who helped me treat him must be an expert who likes to play with Lego bricks." Klein said with a wry smile.
Gareth said: "Kid, I like your humor."
"How long have I been unconscious?" Klein raised his head and asked.
"Five hours." Gareth said: "Three broken ribs, a moderate fracture in the left arm, a lot of internal bleeding in the spleen, and a decayed tooth... Congratulations, Klein, you succeeded. He survived a crusade against an evil witch and completed his mission well."
"I think what I did was not good enough." Klein was not at all proud. Instead, he began to discuss the shortcomings with the experienced knight about the battle before he fell into coma.
"...I shouldn't have hesitated. In this case, my arm might not be broken...Mr. Gareth?"
"Oh... I'm sorry, what did you say?" Gareth yawned at this time - 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 extremely serious about everything he does.
"By the way, Mr. Gareth, what happened to the witch?"
Gareth said: "Nick has already taken her into custody. She will be interrogated next. If she has a murder case, she will be punished."
"Isn't she the daughter of that family?"
"My previous inference should be correct." Gareth said casually: "After she accidentally obtained the manuscript of witchcraft, she studied improperly on her own, and then went astray... She should not be directly related to the witch clan of the Aegean Sea. relationship. As for the male and female owners of that house, someone will deal with it later."
Klein nodded, and then looked around in confusion - the medical room was very large, with ten beds, but he was the only one using one at this time.
Of course, the usage rate here is generally not high. After all, it is the capital of Britain. The Knights of the Round Table organization is very powerful here, so the chance of the knights being injured on missions is relatively small.
"It seems to be very quiet outside...are they all on missions?" Klein thought thoughtfully - he has good hearing, which is a natural talent.
"Well, I heard that a few orcs were lost." Gareth suddenly took out the pen from his chest, then took out the label paper, lowered his head and wrote something.
"Orcs?" Klein opened his mouth in surprise.
Gareth said: "A group of illegally captured orcs passed through the dock here by water. After receiving the news, our people went to carry out rescue operations. During the mission, several orcs got lost... …Considering the emotions of these orcs at the time, they might cause a lot of damage, so our Mr. Pukins gave an order that everyone who does not have a task at hand should go out to search for the orcs.”
Mr. Pukins is not a knight, but he is the person who leads the Knights of Twist organization.
"Illegal arrest..." Klein lowered his head and frowned slightly.
"Orc trafficking has always existed." Gareth said calmly: "Especially some fanatical guys from the Magicians Association, especially like to use orcs for their research."
"We can't leave these lost orcs outside...it's too dangerous." Klein said as he got out of bed.
But Gareth stuffed a note into Klein's hand, "Okay, here's this for you."
"What's this?"
"Of course it's your approval slip." Gareth smiled and said: "Knight Klein, for the sake of the next inheritance of knights, I ask that you are not allowed to continue working as a trainee knight until you recover from your injuries... ...Of course, you can still come to the office, after all, the nurse here is so charming, right?"
After speaking, ignoring Klein's rebuttal, Gareth patted his shoulder and said, "Get a good rest."
The knight opened the curtain beside the bed and left gracefully - then a nurse came in with potions and pills in her hand.
She is an elderly black lady who still wears red lips...
Mr Gareth, you are a liar...
"Oh! Young man, you are so pitiful, I will take good care of you! Come, let me undress you and apply medicine to you, sweetheart."
"I...I, I will do it myself! Madam, please don't, don't touch that place..."
…
It was clearly sunny in the morning, but towards the end of the afternoon, it began to drizzle on the streets of the foggy city.
People wore windbreakers and held various umbrellas as they walked through the streets.
A man holding a black umbrella, wearing a khaki trench coat and a hat stopped in front of a red building - he took a detour to the alley behind and walked down the side stairs.
There is a bar open in this underground place. The door and the walls on both sides are covered with various graffiti by who knows who.
The bar was deserted. I didn't know if it was open yet, so except for the bartender who was wiping glasses, I didn't see any other customers.
"strongbow."
The man sat down and watched the bartender order a drink.
The bartender was a bit older, with a white beard. He looked about fifty years old, but his manners were very elegant.
"Strongbow." The bartender slowly put down the drink requested by the customer, then turned around and continued his work.
The guest drank for a while and then suddenly said: "You know, I prefer cloudy and rainy weather to sunny weather."
Hearing this, the bartender looked back and ignored him.
He said to himself: "Wherever the sunlight reaches, the shadows will be expelled... They are compressed little by little, just like homeless tramps. But real tramps can still curl up. corner or subway station, but the shadows will only continue to be compressed, and only on cloudy days will they have the opportunity to be unscrupulous."
"Sunshine will cry because of your words." The bartender said suddenly.
He said: "Then just don't let the sun show up,"
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, wet words were written with wine: serpent.
The coin slowly spins to a stop.
…
…
The girl looked very thin, as if she had been malnourished for a long time - and she was also very thinly dressed, just a skirt that was already dirty.
At the same time, it has quite a few cracks.
In the alley, the girl was hiding from the rain... The rain had just stopped.
She huddled 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 not eaten and discarded.
It is said to be Chinese fried noodles, but most entrepreneurs have already improved the recipe long ago in order to cater to local tastes...probably real Chinese are not used to it.
But the way the girl was devouring her food now seemed like she was really hungry.
She seemed to be afraid of something, and from time to time she would look around nervously, her helplessness not covered up at all... and the cold brought by the rainy and cloudy day.
"Hey, look what I found?"
Three young men dressed as punks were gathered in front of the back door—in front of the girl.
"What a poor little wildcat."
They had looks on their faces 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 Agency, and then rode on his favorite car: Harley Davidson.
With a moderate fracture in his left arm, Klein could only put a plaster on his hand and wrap a bandage around his neck - driving slowly on the road with such an injury.
He did not live in the dormitory of the Round Table Organization, but rented a hut by the river - the job of a trainee knight was very dangerous, but relatively low, and the salary and treatment of the trainee knight were also very good.
The motorcycle suddenly stopped... The scene where the girl seemed to be being bullied by several gangsters suddenly appeared in the corner of Klein's sight. Without any thought, he drove the motorcycle, swung its tail and broke in. In the alley.
The strong light from the car lights directly hit the eyes of these young people - young people dressed in punk clothes, stinging their eyes.
One of the young men's hands was still grabbing the ragged girl's arm, seeming to be pulling her.
"Hey, friend, it's not a gentleman's behavior to bully a lady." Klein lifted the windshield blindfold, took out the keys on the motorcycle, and got off.
The young man who was holding the girl's arm frowned - but still let go of the girl's arm.
But another young man next to him sneered coldly at this time: "It seems that it is not a gentleman's behavior to suddenly disturb others like you, right? You should take care of yourself first, right? You just came out of the hospital?"
Klein wrinkled and then said calmly: "Please don't cause trouble for this lady again, okay?"
"We are not causing trouble for her." The leading young man shook his head, "Believe me, this is not a hero saving a beauty. We just see her as pitiful and intend to help her."
But Klein seemed to have made up his mind. He took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar of the motorcycle. He said calmly: "Article 6 of the Knights' Regulations, never force a lady. Article 5 of the Knights' Regulations, always give ladies and assistance... …roll!"
The three young men frowned and looked at each other. Then the leader said directly: "Then hand the person over to you? I'm sorry, you are not a person of unknown origin."
"Gentlemen, I don't hope you will regret it...really." Klein sighed and walked forward slowly.
Although he was injured, he was more than enough to deal with a few young people... He was thinking about how to handle this matter properly. Maybe scaring the people away would be a good choice. After all, the other party has not had any real interest in this lady. The police could not convict him of the injuries.
He even hoped that the matter would be resolved through violence.
But when he saw the young leader reaching into his arms, he seemed to be planning to pull out something... Klein was startled, thinking that the other party was planning to pull out some kind of weapon, so he planned to strike first.
He rushed forward - but just as he rushed in front of the young man, he stopped abruptly.
"Social...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 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... Also, this is my ID card."
"But...but you..." Klein looked at the outfits of these three people strangely.
Punk earrings, dyed hair and black lips... Tell him, you're a social worker at the social work center? ?
"Is it weird? We just have this hobby and we just came back from the performance..." The young man shrugged.
This is embarrassing...
“I’m so sorry!!!!!”
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