In the flight training field of Neverwinter.
"Hurry up! Walk faster! Keep your balance! "
"Your legs are even weaker than a baby's!"
"Direction! Watch your direction!"
"Hey, where are you going? I really should put a row of braziers on both sides of the aisle. "
"If you want to vomit, go to the side. Don't vomit on the wooden board, or you'll lick it clean!"
"Next, Good!"
"Yes!" Good shivered. He took a deep breath, walked to a swivel chair and sat down.
Instructor Eagle Face's cold face was also reflected in his eyes.
Good shuddered even if he just looked at Eagle Face. He heard that Eagle Face used to be the commander of the garrison in the Northern Region. After returning to Neverwinter, he immediately participated in the internal military examination and became a member of the Air Knight Reserve Team. This meant that he had not only experienced the battle of the church, but also gave up his vacation to devote himself to new training.
In other words, he was the kind of person who was cruel to others and to himself.
Good only felt great pressure when he was targeted by such a person.
As soon as he sat down, his two teammates, Finkin and Hinds, surrounded him.
On their faces, Good saw that they were praying for their own good luck.
Then the chair was quickly rotated —
This was the most troublesome training since he joined the Reserve Team. In front of the swivel chair was a five-meter-long, palm-wide wooden board, called the "Overpass". They had to be rotated for half a minute before they had to walk across the board.
This was usually easy for anyone to do, but it was completely different after the rotation. Their body seemed to lose its center of gravity, and the world was shaking. It was not easy to maintain a standing posture, let alone walk on the Overpass. Usually, Eagle Face would divide the training into ten groups, and the one with the worst performance would be punished with "cleaning the toilet", "cutting out the weeds", etc., or he would be forced to rotate for a whole day during the weekend.
Good had tried it once.
As a result, he vomited all over the floor in his dormitory while the others were enjoying their dinner.
He did not want to experience such a terrible experience again.
"Stop!"
As Eagle Face gave the order, the rotating chair was suddenly stopped. Good resisted the dizziness that rushed to his head and jumped off the chair.
"Quick! Don't just stand there, move! "
He clenched his teeth, raised his eyes, staggered on the wooden board, and walked to the other end. After more than ten days of practice, he discovered a small trick, which was that staring at his feet made it easier for him to lose his balance. It was better to look straight ahead and use his body's memory to control his steps.
When the soles of his feet touched something solid, Good realized that he had already walked to the end of the bridge.
"So, so powerful …"
"He didn't miss a single step!"
"This is the first time, right?"
A commotion broke out behind him.
He turned around and looked at Eagle Face. The latter curled his lips into a rare smile. "Not bad. Looks like you're not hopeless."
"However!" The instructor paused and his tone changed. "Only one person has passed today. This is the worst result among all the classes! Her Highness Tilly has said that the Aerial Knight is one in a million. If you don't want to be eliminated by the entire team and end up doing miscellaneous things on the ground forever, then you better pull yourself together and practice harder. Rest for five minutes, then come again! "
Everyone immediately let out a cry of anguish.
"Hey, how did you do it?" Finkin came up to Good and asked, winking at him.
"Remember the distance of your steps and pretend that you're not dizzy. Just walk as you normally do."
"Can you even pretend?" Heinze also came up to him. "Isn't that equivalent to lying to yourself?"
The two of them were the same batch of applicants who had passed the assessment with Good. Therefore, they had become familiar with each other in just a few days. Moreover, the air cavalry had grouped them together according to the rule of three, and they were now almost inseparable 'comrades'.
"It doesn't matter if it's a lie or not, as long as you can pass." Good knocked his head. "Generally speaking, the smarter a person is, the harder it is to lie to himself. You should be able to do it easily."
"Come on," Finkin said indignantly. "You've only succeeded once. Look at how proud you are."
"Let's make a bet. In the next group, I can succeed three … no, five times!"
"Then I'll take care of your laundry this week!"
"Even underwear counts?"
"Uh …"
"Stop arguing," Heinze interrupted. "What I want to know is, can you really become an Air Knight by practicing on the ground?"
The two of them were speechless. This was a question that all the trainees were wondering about. Walking on a bridge, rolling wheels, and identifying the direction of the wind … It was more like a sideshow than training soldiers. Her Royal Highness did not teach them personally. Instead, she taught the skills to the backbone of the First Army and let them lead the classes.
In addition, the training was very tough. Not only did they practice from morning to night, but they also had to attend intensive classes at night to learn how to read and write. If not for Her Royal Highness Tilly's promise, most of them would probably doubt the authenticity of the announcement.
However, the instructor was so strict that no one dared to bring it up.
"Who knows?" After a while, Finkin shrugged. "At least the food here is good. We can eat meat every day and have extra meals on weekends."
"I don't think … Her Royal Highness would lie to us," Good said thoughtfully. Good said thoughtfully, "Didn't we get a bag of books the other day? My sister told me that there was a book called Flight Principles … It was written by Her Royal Highness. Maybe we'll know the meaning of these exercises when we master how to read and write. "
"You're quite optimistic," Finkin said with a grin.
"If I didn't look on the bright side, I would have died on the road to exile."
"Well, it's time for a break!" At this moment, Eagle Face's voice instantly drowned out everyone's whispers. "Line up and practice in the same order as before!"
"Yes …" Everyone said weakly.
However, an accident happened.
The door of the training room was suddenly pushed open. A man in a military uniform walked in and whispered something in Eagle Face's ear.
Eagle Face nodded, saluted, and then turned to look at the trainees.
"Congratulations, the follow-up training is canceled. You can continue to rest."
Finkin and Heinze breathed a sigh of relief, but Good held his breath. He clearly saw an ambiguous smile on Eagle Face. There was sarcasm, ridicule, and … schadenfreude in it?
"But not here," Eagle Face said. "Don't think that I don't know what you're complaining about in private. Unfortunately, with your poor brains, you won't understand even if I explain it to you. But you're in luck. Now there's a chance for you to witness the true meaning of the term 'Empty Knight'. "
"The true meaning of 'Empty Knight'?"
Good suddenly felt his heart beating faster.
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