Did he fall to the ground in fright, or was he knocked over
If you can't tell the direction, it is indeed possible to turn others over when you are panicked. After all, everyone's positions are not scattered, and it does take a bit of luck to insist on sitting until the end.
Goode can't say whether he is lucky or lost. It is true that the fewer the competitors, the better the chance, but he can only go through the tests later. Without allowing him to think, the officer has already taken the qualified person to another compartment.
The venue for the second test is also small, with ten seats still placed in the middle, but this time the form of the chairs has changed.
They form a circle and are fastened to a large hoop with brackets under it that seem to rotate freely.
"Sit up in order," the examiner said with a blank expression. "The rules for the second round are similar to the previous round. Just sit tight and stick to the end."
This time no one dared to say it simply.
Everyone cautiously climbed onto the iron ring and sat down corresponding to their number.
Following the command to start, the two soldiers who had been guarding here in advance stepped forward, holding the handle on the back of the chair and pushing the ring, as Goode expected, the thing turned slowly with the seat Get in a circle!
At first, there was no response from everyone, but as the speed continued to increase, the discomfort quickly flooded into their hearts.
However, the soldier did not intend to stop at all. In response to the officer's command, he moved the ring more vigorously. For a time, only the creaking of the seat was heard in the tent, and the vision in Goode's eyes became more and more blurred.
Turn around!
That was the only feeling left in his mind.
The impact of the first illusion has not yet fully recovered. At this time, the strong dizziness made his stomach churn up and down, and the acid water almost rushed to the base of his tongue!
What kind of test is this? Is the army recruiting monsters
He gritted his teeth and tried hard to look at the soldiers who moved the iron ring, but found that they were deliberately looking at the roof, trying to avoid looking directly at the iron ring, just repeating simple movements with his hands, and would not be affected by the rotation. influences.
This... it's not fair!
he cried in his heart. And the man only said that he would stick to it until the end, but he didn't say the specific time. If it were to be turned for half an hour, he was afraid that he would faint in the chair!
The act of focusing his eyes aggravated the dizziness in his brain, and Goode couldn't hold down the acid water in his stomach any longer, and he spit it out from his mouth!
"vomit!"
The sour breath rushed into his nostrils.
Like a chain reaction, his vomit directly caused others to vomit, and the smell in the tent became very terrifying for a while, and even a little splash of residual juice and semi-digested things stuck to his face.
"I-I can't do it!"
"Stop... stop! I can't take it anymore!"
Goode finally knew why he heard vomits outside the tent.
This is a bit too difficult for a person to be too strong, and more importantly, what is the significance of this assessment? Is this really an army recruitment, not a trick to play tricks on them
Every breath was so difficult, he felt that he might give up at any time, but until the end of the iron ring stopped, he did not let go of the hand holding the back of the chair.
Three participants remain.
A rare look of approval appeared on the officer's face, "Well done, you are one step closer to passing! Let's take a five-minute break. Starting from the third round of assessment, the difficulty will gradually decrease, as long as you take it seriously."
But now no one would believe each other's words. Everyone was like a big enemy. After wiping their faces with their sleeves, they walked into the next compartment with a sullen face.
Only this time, Goode found that the officer was not lying.
The third test involves getting into a hollow ring and rolling it from one end of the tent to the other with both hands and feet.
No one was eliminated.
The fourth test involves flipping through a set of quirky pictures filled with blocks of similar colors and pointing out the animal patterns hidden in them.
Also all passed.
And the doubts in Goode's heart became stronger.
The fifth test is a full-body examination with no clothes on, and the sixth is pointing to the direction of an arrow on a piece of luminous glass.
Although everyone's performance is different, the result is still passable.
While he was waiting for the next test, the officer took the three out of the tent. Only then did Goode discover that there was another small tent hanging at the back door of the large tent, and black-clothed guards surrounded the area. It seems that there are some important people in it.
"Sir, we are..." Someone couldn't help asking.
The officer raised his mouth, "Forgot to congratulate you, the assessment has all ended, and you have passed the preliminary screening. Just wait here, and someone will entertain you later."
"Is this just a preliminary screening? The treatment in the announcement?" Goode suddenly shut his mouth halfway through the question. After that, the army will definitely not welcome people who come only for treatment, just like knights always hang their honor on Same with the mouth. Said in such a hurry, in the eyes of the other party, I am afraid that I will become a greedy person.
However, the officer did not show any displeasure, instead he gave him a serious look, "Do you really need money?"
"I… "
"It's nothing, after all, the high treatment of the First Army is known to the entire Neverwinter City. In fact, I joined the army because of this original intention." The other party shrugged, "The answer is correct, the announcement reads Education allowance, living allowance, and salary amount will be paid truthfully. Subsequent screening will determine how far you can go, not an excuse to deduct your salary. As I said before, if you want to truly become an army One of you, you still have a lot to learn."
Goode suddenly felt surrounded by a great happiness... Chosen? The salary that is more than Uncle Budge, enough to support him and Rachel, has become a reality? In an instant, the hardships suffered in the tent were nothing, and in retrospect there was even a hint of sweetness.
"Thank, thank you sir!" He was so excited that he bowed again and again, "I will definitely strive to join the First Army as soon as possible!"
The other two also looked excited, and bent down following his appearance.
"But I want to tell you one more thing. There are indeed many people who come to the army with the idea of high treatment, but it is not the salary that makes them stay." The officer smiled disapprovingly, "There are more here. What is worth pursuing, you will find that the initial thought is not worth mentioning at all." He paused slightly, as if remembering something worth remembering, "Okay, there are still many people behind. Waiting for the assessment, we will have a chance to talk later."
It turned out that the other party was not an indifferent and ruthless person.
Goode couldn't help but move, "Sir, since we have passed the assessment, can you tell us your name now?"
"My name is Vanna."
After the officer finished speaking, he turned and walked into the tent.
…
After that, qualified people came out of the back door of the tent one after another and joined the waiting ranks.
The recruitment did not come to an end until the afternoon.
Goode counted and screened out a total of sixteen "reserve soldiers" that day.
The guards gathered around, sandwiched them, and entered the last tent together.
The furnishings inside are very simple, there is nothing but a long table, but the guards seem a little nervous, and Goode feels that the people around him are breathing a little short.
"Oh? This is the knight seed they selected?" The tall man standing by the table looked at them with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.
Good's heart trembled, what was he talking about? knight
Could it be that the First Army wants to recruit knights!
how can that be
It was a title that only noble children with names and surnames could have.
With an identity like his, it is impossible for even a squire to be selected!
"Aerial knight? As soon as I heard it, I knew it was the name my brother came up with." Then a gentle female voice came into his ears, "but they are still very early from this step, let's take it slow. By the way. , you all go to the side and give them the space in the middle."
"But..." the leading guard hesitated.
"It doesn't matter, there is someone behind me protecting me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Your Highness... Your Majesty
Before he could figure out what was going on, the figure in front of him swayed, and a woman with an amazing appearance came into Goode's eyes. She has eyes that are as bright as gems, and her face is more flawless than snow. As long as she looks at it, she can't be forgotten. If he can, he almost wants to stare like this forever.
But he quickly forced himself to look away and bow his head respectfully.
The woman's graceful long gray hair indicated her identity.
Even a new immigrant like him knows what that hair color means.
That is the symbol of the royal family of Greycastle.
And in Neverwinter City, only one woman has such a bloodline.
His Majesty Roland's sister, Tilly Wimbledon.
"Meet Your Highness the Princess!"
Everyone knelt down in unison.