Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 33

"bang bang bang"

Cragg Club, an underground shooting range.

Rolls held a revolver in one hand, aimed at the 10-meter target, and fired continuously.

"bang bang bang"

After firing the six bullets in the cylinder, Rawls threw out the runner, threw out the bullet casings in the cylinder, and reloaded the bullets skillfully.

Rolls' shooting coach Atwood retrieved the target paper and reported Rolls' shooting score of just six bullets:

"Mr. Adrian, two seven rings, three eight rings, and one nine rings."

Hearing his results, Rawls nodded in satisfaction.

For the past two months, he has spent half an hour to an hour training his marksmanship almost every day, and he has fired more than 3,000 rounds of bullets. The bullets are converted into gold pounds, plus the cost of using the gun and target paper, as well as the cost of hiring Atwood, adding up to more than 220 pounds.

220 pounds, if some families have this amount of annual income, they can claim to be a middle-class family, and this is only what Rawls spent on shooting for two months.

During these two months, Rolls hosted three banquets at home, six salons, three charity auctions, five or six condolences to retired disabled soldiers, plus the salary paid to the servants, Rolls The numbers in Sri Lanka's bank accounts fell off a cliff.

Originally, Rawls had more than 7,000 pounds in his bank account, but now it's just over 3,000!

If it weren't for Rawls having a law firm, and the social circle had basically stabilized, he wouldn't have to go to great lengths to hold a banquet salon. Set of hanging ideas for sale.

As for Rawls' marksmanship, his marksmanship is pretty good. The 10-meter target gun hits the target, and all of them are above the seventh ring. If it is an enemy, within 10 meters of Rawls, there is no problem with the shot, not to mention the headshot of the gun.

For the current Rawls, if he keeps practicing, he won't improve much in a short period of time, so today should be the last time he comes here to practice shooting.

"bang bang bang bang bang"

After finishing the last six bullets, Rawls threw the revolver on the long table in front of him.

Atwood on the side was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile:

"Mr. Adrian, do you want to rest?"

Since he became Rolls' shooting coach, Rolls has trained for half an hour to an hour every day, and he has earned nearly seventy pounds because of Rolls, which is his four-month salary.

Rawls waved his hand and took a sip of the sweet iced tea brought by the footman:

"No, let's be here today!"

"Mr. Adrian, do you have something to do?"

In the past two months, Atwood and Rawls have become familiar with each other, but every time Rawls has something to do, he has to finish 30 rounds of bullets, never lower than this number, and today only shoots Eighteen rounds.

"I probably won't come again in a short time, and today is June 28, and the practice time has been long enough."

June 28, is there anything special about this day? Is it because he brought many other guests during this time?

At the end of June, about to enter July, Backlund's annual social season has begun. The nobles of the Loen Kingdom have already participated in various banquets, dances, and salons according to the tradition of Backlund.

Of course, hunting is also essential, but it's not autumn yet, so there will be fewer such activities. But some young nobles can't wait, and marksmanship practice is also on the agenda.

There have been many more guests at Atwood these days. Rawls's words made him think that his service was not attentive enough, and asked anxiously:

"Does Mr. Adrian think my service is not adequate?"

Rawls glanced at him in surprise, realizing that he had misunderstood something, and explained:

"No, I'm very satisfied with you, but I just feel that if you continue to practice, there won't be much progress. And for me, the marksmanship is too good, and it's not very useful."

"That's good, I'll return the bullets and firearms for you."

Atwood had no choice. Having lost a big benefactor, he could only take away the remaining bullets and revolvers in dejection.

Seeing Atwood walking away, Rawls said with a smile to Morris, the valet standing beside him:

"It seems that Mr. Atwood is addicted to making money from me."

The valet Morris pulled out a stiff smile. His master always had a sense of humor beyond ordinary people.

Seeing the stiff smile on Morris's face, Rawls shook his head helplessly. His valet is tall and handsome, with better clothes, and he has a lot of research on music and stage plays. Apart from being a little darker, there are no other drawbacks.

Of course, Rawls thinks that the biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't know how to cater to his master's humor, which hurts his face.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Atwood hadn't come back, Rawls, who was a little impatient, walked out of the training room and went straight to Wetter Damon's office.

Before taking a few steps, Atwood has quickly returned.

"Sorry, Mr. Adrian, for keeping you waiting."

"fine."

The impatient look on Rawls's face has long since disappeared, replaced by concern, which has been exercised by various banquets, salons, charity events, and a group of acting bigwigs in the past two months.

"Is something wrong?"

Atwood breathed heavily:

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Damon has gone home, and there is no temporary person in charge. I asked the manager to sign the approval note."

The control of guns in Ruen is very strict. In the Cragg Club, the entry and exit of guns and bullets must be registered with approval slips. Wetter Damon is responsible for this~www.mtlnovel.com~ Rawls asked with concern :

"How come, is Mr. Damon sick?"

Werther Damon was a soldier who participated in the decisive battle between Loen and Intis more than 20 years ago, and belongs to the Knights of Ahova. In that battle, he was seriously injured and even lost his left arm.

Rawls met him a few times when he was condoling to the disabled veterans.

Atwood's breath finally calmed down, he took a deep breath and said:

"No, it was Mr. Damon who had a conflict with a guest and was persuaded by the manager to go home first."

Rawls frowned. He had seen Werther Damon several times. Although Damon was a retired soldier and lost his left arm, he had a gentle temperament. What's more, although he is in charge of the shooting training ground, the guests are the guests. How could he conflict with the guests?

Seeing Rawls frown, Atwood explained:

"The guest was drinking and wanted to enter the ammunition warehouse, but Mr. Damon stopped him, and there was a conflict."

"Then why did your manager persuade Mr. Damon to go back?"

"The guest's identity is more noble. He is the son of a leader of the New Party. He was persuaded by his friend to go to rest. The manager was afraid of conflict, so he had to persuade Mr. Damon to go home first."

Rawls smiled contemptuously in his heart, ah, the son of the leader of the new party!

In the middle of the night, Rawls stood in front of the window, looked at the **** full moon outside the window, and glanced down at his pocket watch.

It's almost time!

Tingen, West End, Iron Cross.

With a splitting headache, Zhou Mingrui struggled to get up from the bed, went to the desk, and looked out the window along the crimson "light veil":

In mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a crimson full moon hangs high, shining peacefully.

Chapter end

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