Chapter 1048 The Unexpected Inquisitor

Was he so frightened that he fell to the ground, or was he knocked down?

If you can't tell the direction, you may overturn others in a panic. After all, everyone's positions are not scattered. It does take a bit of luck to stick to the end.

Goode couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed. It was true that the fewer competitors, the greater the chance, but he could only go through the subsequent tests alone. Without allowing him to think too much, the officer had already taken the qualified person to another compartment.

The venue for the second test was also small, with ten chairs still placed in the middle, but this time the form of the chairs changed again.

They are formed in a circle and fixed to a large iron ring with brackets underneath that seem to rotate freely.

"Sit down in order," the examiner said expressionlessly. "The rules of the second round are similar to the previous round. Just sit tight and persist until the end."

No one dared to say it was simple this time.

Everyone carefully climbed onto the hoop and sat down corresponding to their numbers.

Following the command to start, the two soldiers who had been guarding here came forward, grasped the handle on the back of the chair and pushed the ring - just as Good expected, this thing slowly moved with the seat. Spin slowly!

At first, everyone had no reaction, but as the speed continued to increase, discomfort soon came to their hearts.

However, the soldier had no intention of stopping. Instead, in response to the officer's order, he moved the ring harder. For a while, the only sound in the tent was the creaking of the seat shaking, and the vision in Goode's eyes became increasingly blurry.

The world is spinning!

This was the only feeling left in his mind.

The impact of the first hallucination had not yet fully recovered. The intense dizziness at this time made his stomach churn up and down, and the acid water almost rushed to the base of his tongue!

What kind of assessment is this? Are all monsters recruited into the army?

He gritted his teeth and tried hard to look at the soldiers who were pulling the iron ring, but 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 would not be affected by the rotation. Influence.

This...this isn't fair!

he shouted in his mind. And the man only said to hold on until the end, but did not say the specific time - if it took half an hour, he would probably faint in the chair!

The act of focusing his gaze intensified the dizziness in his head. Goode could no longer hold down the acidic water in his stomach, and he opened his mouth and spurted it out!

"vomit------!"

The sour smell immediately rushed into his nostrils.

Like a chain reaction, his vomiting immediately caused others to vomit too. The smell in the tent suddenly became very horrible, and even some splashes of residual juice and semi-digested matter stuck to his face.

"I-I can't do it anymore!"

"Stop...stop! Ugh-I can't hold it anymore!"

Goode finally knew why he heard the sound of vomiting outside the tent.

This is too overwhelming, and more importantly, what is the significance of this assessment? Is this really a recruitment exercise for the army, rather than a deliberate ploy to play a trick on them?

Every breath was so difficult, and he felt that he might give up at any time, but until the iron circle finally stopped, he did not loosen his grip on the back of the chair.

There are three participants left.

A rare look of approval appeared on the officer's face, "Well done, you are one step closer to passing the exam! Take a five-minute break. Starting from the third round of assessment, the difficulty will gradually decrease. Just take it seriously."

But now no one would believe what the other person said. Everyone felt as if they were in danger. After wiping their faces with their sleeves, they walked into the next compartment with a sullen expression.

Only this time, Goode discovered that the officer was not lying.

The third test is to get into a hollow ring and roll it from one end of the tent to the other using your hands and feet.

No one is eliminated.

The fourth test involved looking through a set of oddball pictures filled with blocks of similar colors and asking them to point out hidden animal patterns.

All passed as well.

And the doubts in Goode's heart became more and more intense.

The fifth test was a full-body examination without clothing, and the sixth test was to point out the direction of an arrow on a piece of luminous glass.

Although everyone's performance is different, the result is still qualified.

While he was waiting for the next test, the officer took the three people out of the tent. Only then did Good discover that there was another small tent set up at the back door of the big camp, and guards in black surrounded the area. It seemed like there was someone important inside.

"Sir, what are we..." someone couldn't help but ask.

The officer raised his lips and said, "I forgot to congratulate you. The assessment has ended and you passed the preliminary screening. Just wait here and someone will entertain you later."

"Is this just a preliminary screening? What about the treatment in the announcement?" Good suddenly shut his mouth in the middle of asking. It's over. The army will definitely not welcome people who come just for treatment, just like knights always treat honor Just like on the lips. If you say it in such a hurry, you might look like a greedy person in the eyes of the other party.

However, the officer did not show any displeasure. Instead, he looked at him seriously and asked, "Do you need money very much?"

"I……"

"It's nothing. After all, the entire Neverwinter City knows about the high salary of the First Army. In fact, I joined the army because of this original intention." The other party shrugged, "The answer is yes, it is written in the announcement. Educational subsidies, living allowances, and salary amounts will all be paid truthfully. The subsequent screening will determine how far you can go, rather than being used as an excuse to withhold your salary. As I said before, if you want to truly become a military As a member of the Communist Party of China, you still have a lot to learn."

Good suddenly felt surrounded by great happiness - he... was chosen? A salary that is more than Uncle Buggy's and a subsidy that is enough to support him and Rachel have become a reality? In an instant, all the hardships I suffered in the tent were nothing, and even felt a little sweet in retrospect.

"Thank you, thank you, sir——!" He bowed repeatedly in excitement, "I will definitely try to join the First Army as soon as possible!"

The other two people also looked excited and followed his example and bent down.

"But there is one more thing I want to tell you. There are indeed many people who come to the army with the idea of ​​high salary, but what really makes them stay is not the salary." The officer smiled nonchalantly, "There are more here When the time comes for things worth pursuing, you will find that those initial thoughts are not worth mentioning at all." He paused slightly, as if he remembered something worth remembering, "Okay, there are still many people behind you. Waiting for the assessment, we will talk again when we have the opportunity."

It turns out that the other person is not a cold and heartless person.

Good couldn't help but feel something in his heart, "Sir, since we have passed the assessment, can you tell us your name now?"

"My name is Vanner."

After the officer finished speaking, he turned and walked into the tent.

…

Afterwards, qualified candidates emerged one after another from the back door of the camp and joined the waiting queue.

It was not until the afternoon that the recruitment came to an end.

Goode counted and found that a total of sixteen "reserve soldiers" were screened out that day.

The guards gathered around them, sandwiched them in the middle, and entered the last tent together.

The furnishings inside were very simple, with nothing else except a long table, but the guard seemed a little nervous, and Good felt that the people around him were breathing faster.

"Oh? Is this the young knight they selected?" The tall man standing next to the table looked at them with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Good's heart trembled suddenly, what was he talking about? knight?

Does the First Army want to recruit knights?

How can this be?

That is a title that can only be held by noble children with a surname.

With a status like his, it is impossible for even a retinue to be selected!

"Sky Knight? As soon as I heard it, I knew it was my brother who came up with the name." Then a soft female voice came into his ears, "But they are still very early in this step, so let's take it slow first. By the way. , you all go to the edge and give them the open 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 had time to figure out what was going on, the figure in front of him moved away, and a woman with an astonishing appearance came into Good's eyes. She had eyes as bright as gems, and her face was more flawless than white snow. Once he took one look at her, he could not forget her. If he could, he almost wanted to keep staring at her like this.

But he quickly forced himself to look away and lowered his head respectfully.

The woman's long, graceful gray hair showed her identity.

Even a recent immigrant like him knew what that hair color meant.

That is the symbol of the Royal Family of Graycastle.

In Neverwinter City, there is only one woman with such bloodline.

His Majesty Roland’s sister, Tilly Wimbledon.

"Meet Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Everyone knelt down together.