Did he fall to the ground out of fear, or was he knocked down by someone?
If he did not know which direction to go, it was possible for him to knock someone down in a panic. After all, everyone's position was not scattered, and it took a bit of luck to persist until the end.
Good did not know whether to feel lucky or disappointed. It was true that the fewer the competitors, the higher the chance. However, he had to face the next test alone. Before he could think too much, the officer had already brought the qualified candidates to another compartment.
The second test field was also not big. There were still ten chairs placed in the middle, but this time, the chairs were in a different form.
They were arranged in a circle and fixed to a large iron ring. There was a bracket under the iron ring, which seemed to be able to rotate freely.
"Sit down according to the order," the examiner said expressionlessly. "The rules of the second round are similar to the previous round. Sit firmly and persist until the end."
This time, no one dared to say it was easy.
Everyone carefully climbed onto the iron ring and sat down according to their number.
With the start of the test, two soldiers who had been guarding the place in advance came forward and held the handles on the back of the chairs to push the ring. As Good had expected, the ring slowly rotated with the chairs!
At first, no one reacted. However, as the speed increased, a sense of discomfort quickly welled up in them.
However, the soldiers had no intention of stopping. Instead, under the command of the officer, they pushed the ring even harder. For a moment, only the creaking sound of the chairs could be heard in the tent. Good's vision became increasingly blurred.
The world was spinning!
That was the only feeling left in his mind.
He had not fully recovered from the effects of the illusion in the first round. The strong dizziness made his stomach churn, and the acid almost rushed to the root of his tongue!
What kind of test is this? Are all the soldiers recruited by the army monsters?
He gritted his teeth and tried to look at the soldiers who were pushing the iron ring, but he found that they were deliberately looking at the ceiling, trying to avoid looking directly at the iron ring. They were just repeating simple movements with their hands, and they were not affected by the rotation.
"This... this is not fair!"
He shouted in his heart. And that person only said to persist until the end, but not the specific time. If he had to rotate for an hour, he was afraid that he would faint in the chair!
The act of focusing his eyes intensified the dizziness in his head. Good could no longer suppress the acid in his stomach. He opened his mouth and directly spat it out!
"Retch!"
The sour stench immediately rushed into his nostrils.
Like a chain reaction, his vomiting caused the others to vomit as well. The smell in the tent became extremely horrible, and there were even some splashes of juice and half-digested matter stuck to his face.
"I-I can't do it anymore!"
"Stop … Stop! Ugh — I can't take it anymore! "
Good finally knew why he had heard the sounds of vomiting outside the tent.
Isn't this a bit too much? More importantly, what's the point of this test? Was this really a recruitment for the army, and not a deliberate trick on them?
Every breath was so difficult that he felt that he might give up at any time. But even when the iron ring finally stopped, he did not loosen his grip on the back of the chair.
There were three participants left.
A rare look of approval appeared on the officer's face. "Well done. You're one step closer to passing! Rest for five minutes. From the third round onwards, the difficulty will gradually decrease. You just have to deal with it seriously. "
But now, no one would believe the officer's words. Everyone acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy. After wiping their faces with their sleeves, they walked into the next compartment with sullen faces.
But this time, Good found that the officer was not lying.
The third test was to crawl into a hollow ring and roll it from one end of the tent to the other.
No one was eliminated.
The fourth test was to flip through a set of strange pictures. The pictures were filled with similar color blocks, and they had to point out the animal patterns hidden in them.
Again, all of them passed.
The doubts in Good's heart grew stronger.
The fifth test was to strip naked for a full-body examination. The sixth test was to point out the direction of an arrow on a piece of glowing glass.
Even though everyone's performance was different, the result was still a pass.
Just as he was waiting for the next test, the officer brought the three of them out of the tent. Only then did Good realize that there was another small tent at the back door of the main tent. Black-uniformed guards surrounded the area, as if there was someone important inside.
"Sir, we're …" Someone could not help but ask.
The officer raised the corner of his mouth. "I forgot to congratulate you. The test is over. You've passed the preliminary selection. Just wait here. Someone will take care of you later. "
"Is this just the preliminary selection? Then the salary stated in the announcement — "Good suddenly stopped halfway through his question. Oh no, the army would definitely not welcome people who only came for the salary, just like the Knight who always talked about honor. If he said it in such a hurry, the officer would probably think that he was a greedy person.
However, the officer did not show any displeasure. Instead, he looked at him seriously and asked, "Do you need the money?"
"I …"
"It's nothing. After all, everyone in Neverwinter knows that the First Army's salary is high. In fact, I joined the army because of this." The officer shrugged and said, "The answer is yes. The education allowance, living allowance, and salary stated in the announcement will be paid truthfully. The subsequent screening will determine how far you can go, and it will not be used as an excuse to deduct your pay. As I said before, if you want to truly become a member of the army, you still have a lot to learn. "
Good suddenly felt a great sense of happiness. He … was selected? The salary that was higher than Uncle Baggie's and the allowance that was enough to support him and Rachel had all become a reality? In an instant, the suffering he had suffered in the tent was nothing. When he recalled it, he even felt a trace of sweetness.
"Thank, thank you, sir —!" He bowed excitedly and said, "I'll strive to join the First Army as soon as possible!"
The other two were also excited, and they mimicked him and bent down.
"But there's one more thing I want to tell you. Indeed, many people came to the army with the idea of high salary, but it's not the salary that makes them stay." The officer smiled indifferently. "There are more things worth pursuing here. When the time comes, you'll find that the initial desire is not worth mentioning at all." He paused for a moment, as if remembering something worthy of nostalgia. "Well, there are still many people waiting for the assessment. Let's talk later if there's a chance."
It turned out that the officer was not a cold and reticent person.
Good's heart skipped a beat. "Sir, since we've passed the assessment, can you tell us your name now?"
"My name is Van 'er."
After saying this, the officer turned around and walked into the tent.
…
After that, qualified people came out of the tent one after another and joined the waiting line.
The recruitment did not come to an end until the afternoon.
Good counted and found that a total of 16 "reserve soldiers" had been selected on this day.
The guards crowded around them, sandwiched them in the middle, and entered the last tent together.
The furnishings inside were very simple. There was nothing but a long table, but the guards seemed a little nervous. Good felt that the people around him were breathing faster.
"Oh? These are the Knight candidates they selected? "The tall man standing beside the table looked at them with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.
Good's heart suddenly trembled. What did he say? Knight?
Did the First Army want to recruit a Knight?
How could this be possible?
That was a title that only the children of the nobility could have.
With his identity, he could not even be selected as a squire!
"Empty Knight? I know it's my brother's idea. "Then a gentle female voice came into his ears." But they're still far from this step. Let's take it slow. By the way, all of you go to the side and leave the space in the middle to them. "
"But …" The leading guard hesitated.
"It's okay. I have someone behind me to protect me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Your … Highness?
Before Good could figure out what was going on, the figure in front of him flashed, and an astonishingly beautiful woman came into view. She had a pair of eyes as bright as gemstones, and her face was more flawless than snow. Just one look at her would be unforgettable. If he could, he almost wanted to stare at her forever.
But he quickly forced himself to look away and respectfully lowered his head.
The woman's long and graceful gray hair revealed her identity.
Even a new immigrant like him knew what hair color represented.
It was the symbol of the royal family of Graycastle.
In Neverwinter, there was only one woman with such a bloodline.
It was His Majesty's sister, Tilly Wimbledon.
"Your Highness!"
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