Vader rolled over and got out of bed, trying to move his body. There was no pain in the back. It seemed that the knight-sama was right. Leave the wound alone and it will heal quickly.
"Aren't you going to take a few days off?" Kukassim asked.
"He only gave me two days," Vader put on his tattered coat and tucked his feet into his cold boots, "and work for them a day earlier so that the porridge can be distributed earlier. I can't always Eat yours, then one bowl is not enough for two people."
"I think it's pretty good. The wheat porridge here is much thicker than the relief porridge in other places, and it can taste a little meaty," the old man shook his head. Know the life in the slums. The porridge water there is like clear soup, but there are a few grains of wheat in the soup. In order to make it look fuller, it is often stuffed with grass roots or leaves and cooked together. The porridge sent by the Lord is divided into two parts. Two servings may not be enough, but it won't starve you."
"I want to feed both of us," he laced up, laughing.
"Okay," Kukassim sighed, "Then you should pay attention to your body and don't be brave."
Strange feeling, obviously he was just a scapegoat chosen by a black street rat, but now he seems to be his elder, Vader thought to himself. What's even more strange is that I actually feel that this feeling is not bad.
"I will," he shook his head amusingly, putting on his hood, "and you too."
As soon as I opened the door, I saw two men standing outside the door. The white-backed uniforms embroidered with light blue shoulder patterns and armbands indicated the identity of the people who came. They were clerks of the city hall.
Vader frowned slightly, "Who are you looking for?"
One of them took out a piece of paper and glanced at it, "Are you Vader?"
"Yes."
"What happened?" Kukasim also noticed the situation outside the house.
"Congratulations," another smiled, "you have passed the paper test for the public security team, and the next week will be a week of comprehensive training," he handed a small card to Vader, "this is yours Temporary ID, take it to the 2nd Army camp where someone will meet you.
The latter's eyes widened, "I... passed the assessment of the Lord?"
"Not yet," the clerk replied. "The paper test is only the first round of screening. You have to complete the training and be approved by the chief knight before you can pass the test and become an official public security member."
After the two finished speaking, they left directly, neither asking for coins nor gaining affection, it seemed that they just came here to inform him.
"You succeeded!" The old man patted Vader on the shoulder excitedly, "What did you say, it is absolutely impossible for him to be selected."
Vader was stunned for a long time before muttering, "Because those questions are really weird."
The old man was slightly startled, "What's the problem?"
He couldn't help recalling what happened a week ago. Ever since he learned that His Royal Highness had recruited police officers, that is, the patrol guards with a different name, he responded to the city hall according to the requirements of the announcement. The other party responded very quickly, and after only five days, he received the test notification.
Vader is full of confidence in this. Not only does he fully meet the conditions in the announcement, but he also has more than five years of practical experience. This town really lacks supervisors for the people, so he is very likely to be selected. If you can become a patrol member, even if you live in the inner city, you can always help Kukasim.
But he did not expect that the test exceeded everyone's expectations from the beginning.
More than a hundred candidates were sitting in a hall, and Lord Knight handed out a stack of paper one by one, asking to answer all the questions listed above, and writing them neatly on the paper, saying that the final reviewer was His Royal Highness the Prince. . This test method immediately caused an uproar in the crowd. Although the announcement stated that it was required to be able to read and write, no one expected that the other party would actually come.
At that time, more than half of the people were dumbfounded. Although Vader could understand the question on the paper, after scanning it carefully, he was also stunned in the same place. What kind of strange questions were there? For example, you are a coachman, driving a four-wheeled carriage on a narrow mountain road, with two civilians sitting in the carriage. At this time, a group of refugees suddenly appeared in front of the road. You couldn't avoid it, and you could only choose to hit it or let the carriage fall off the cliff. The former will kill many refugees, the latter will kill two civilians, and in either case, you can survive with agility. So what would your choice be? Please explain your reasons in at least 300 words.
This question is simply confusing. Although it is mentioned that one side is a civilian and the other side is a refugee, the specific number is all vague, and it is impossible to measure it. And he always felt that killing a group of refugees seemed no big deal, but it wasn't necessarily the answer His Royal Highness wanted.
So choose to let civilians die? Is this the correct answer again
On the whole piece of paper, there were similar strange questions written. At that time, he even thought that His Highness was deliberately embarrassing them. In fact, the real public security personnel had already been identified.
"It's nothing, maybe I want to go wrong," Vader took a breath, "Then I'm going to camp now."
"Well," Kukasim laughed, "I think you can definitely become an official public security officer."
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The second army camp is located in the north of the town, outside the inner city stone wall. When Vader arrived here, he found that the chief knight was already waiting in the camp.
"From today, you are the reserve police," Carter said after everyone arrived. "For the next week, you must live in this camp and receive special training. The qualified ones stay, the unqualified ones stay. Go back to your original place! I will make you understand what discipline means and what it means to serve His Royal Highness!"
This is what the assessment should look like in Vader's memory, but... out of the hundred or so applicants, the other party only left fifteen people? He glanced left and right, and judging from his dress and complexion, everyone except himself should be local residents.
Sure enough, the literacy requirement is no joke.
"Report!" Someone raised his hand.
Carter grinned. "Oh? You're pretty familiar with the military stuff? Come on."
"Hey, my brother is in the First Army," the man said, rubbing the back of his head. "Excuse me, sir, what are the police? Aren't we public security officers?"
"The police are part of the public security system. You can understand it as the security personnel in His Royal Highness's territory. They need to arrest criminals, crack down on illegal acts, maintain order in the territory, implement the policies issued by His Royal Highness and the City Hall, and help the territorial residents who encounter difficulties. "
"Help the territorial people? But you said just now that we are serving His Royal Highness..."
"There is no difference between the two. The people who serve His Highness are also serving His Highness. Why, do you still want to enter the castle to serve him?" Carter shrugged, "Let's be a good knight first."
However, knights are nobles... Vader thought, the status is vastly different from those of the commoners, and it is not something that can be achieved if one wants to.
"Remember, you are both the enforcers of the law and the guardians of the people. Now, go to the tent and change into your uniforms," the chief knight clapped his hands. "Next, there is just a task for you to complete. .”.
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