"The Knights Templar? Isn't that a mutual aid organization for the weak to huddle together for warmth? ”

- Anna

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The busy training corps has not changed much because of the disappearance of this one training soldier.

In the middle of the class, the gray-haired priest slowly got used to the existence of that empty seat, and resumed reading from the script, and the training soldiers listening to the class were still dozing, or staring at the girls who usually did not dare to approach, "hehe" and snickering.

Flipping a scene outward, the roar of blood and strength gradually sounded in the martial arts training ground, and even the shrill female voice was full of aggression.

The "poof" sound of being knocked down and the metal clashing of swords were all intertwined in the sweat-soaked clay training ground.

"Bang ......"

The sound of Frey's shooting training ground was much more monotonous, there was no bloody shouting and killing in the combat training ground, the training soldiers holding training rifles were focused and calm, the crystal sweat beads slowly flowed under the scorching sun, and under the recoil from the butt of the gun, they were trembling and fell to the ground.

"1 shot 9 rings, 3 shots 7 rings, 4 shots 6 rings, 1 off target, a total of 54 rings, a total score of 32.4"

Hearing the mechanical sound of the humanoid target in front of him, Frey smashed the rifle in his hand to the ground with a "bang".

"Why is this happening! Regression again! ”

It's like a donkey pulling a stone mill, obviously not slacking off, but still standing still, which makes Frey feel the urge to kill.

But Frey could only frown, cursing as he picked up the rifle that he had thrown to the ground, and continued to repeat the mechanical shooting action.

The sun rises, the moon sets, the wind blows, the rain falls, and in this boring mechanical training, the time that slips away is not clear at all.

Frey's training clothes changed from light summer clothes to heavy winter clothes, and then back to light summer clothes.

There were also two slightly concave marks on the ground beneath his feet, roughly the size of Frey's feet.

"Bang ......"

Frey fired 10 shots in succession, the trigger was pulled at short and even intervals, and his hands holding the guns were as steady as stone sculptures, motionless, only slightly adjusted under the influence of the recoil of the rifle.

Opening his left eye and lowering the rifle in his hand, Frey's expression was not as restless as a year ago, calmly waiting for the slowly drawn humanoid target.

"1 serve 10 rings, 3 shots 9 rings, 6 shots 8 rings, a total of 85 rings, a total of 51 points."

Hearing this, Frey frowned.

Pressing the button that pops back to refresh on the side, Frey has been doing it many more times.

“…… The total score is 58 points. ”

“…… The total score is 54 points. ”

“…… The total score is 56 points. ”

After repeating this three times in a row, Frey frowned, lowered his rifle, and walked briskly away from the shooting training ground.

Back in the dormitory, Gatsby was still sitting on the couch, holding a black-skinned copy of the Chronicles of the Holy Land, his eyes moving left and right with the lines of the book.

There were also a few thick books on the coffee table, which were probably the contents to be examined in the selection of priestly bodies such as the Book of Arthur.

The bookmarks sandwiched between several books can show Gatsby's intentions.

Wayne was also sitting on the side, holding a copy of the "Monster Illustrated Book" in his hand, looking at the monsters, weaknesses and attack methods that may be encountered in the assessment of the knight class tomorrow.

Sister Dog was playing with rhubarb and Xiao Hei with dried fish on the side, as if she didn't have any worries about tomorrow's assessment.

It's been a year, and Frey looks at this small dormitory, but he doesn't expect to leave after tomorrow.

Recalling the first time I came here, Wayne's standard chivalric etiquette, Sister Dog's absent-minded nervous appearance, and Gatsby's language that deliberately created misunderstandings are vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

If Frey's sister was still around, Frey wouldn't need to join the Crusaders, and Frey would definitely introduce the three to Freya.

But that's only if.

Frey didn't bother Gatsby and Wayne, and without saying a word, he hugged the dog sister back to the room of the two of them with a princess hug.

And even though Sister Dog has been in a relationship with Frey for a year, she still faces red ears in the face of this kind of thing.

……

"Lord Frey, it's time to wake up." On the second day, Sister Dog's soft, as always, voice woke Frey again.

"So early?" Frey scratched his somewhat messy hair and sat up with his eyes squinted, his upper body unclothed and two bright red paw prints on his back.

sat down like this, enjoying the pleasure of letting Sister Dog help her wash her face, get dressed, and comb her hair, full of a sense of déjà vu between a mother and a son.

Frey opened his eyes and saw Sister Dog's face, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch it, pinching Sister Dog, who was dressing him, to the root of his ears red, lowered his head, and didn't dare to meet Frey's eyes.

In the short time that Frey was tidying up and walking out of the room, the face of the dog sister who came out after him was already unpresentably red.

On the way to the assessment point with Gatsby and Wayne, Sister Dog didn't even dare to raise her head, for fear of being seen by the two.

The four of them came to the assessment point, but Sister Dog didn't say anything, and trotted to the examination center of the nun class with her head down.

Gatsby and Wayne talked to Frey a few more words before they went to their own test centers.

Compared with the test center of three people, the test center of Frey's ordinary class is much more crowded, and the light of queuing makes Frey wait for a long neck.

Physical fitness, martial arts, the first two 40 points, all as Frey imagined, easily got all in his hands.

The only thing that can't be sure is shooting.

Frey picked up his rifle, closed his left eye, and let out a long exhale before he held his breath, his fingers pulling the trigger in the rhythm that had been practiced a million times.

"Bang ......"

It wasn't until the last bullet casing flew out of the chamber and landed on the ground that Frey slowly lowered his rifle, opened his left eye, and resumed his breathing.

"3 shots with 10 rings, 6 rounds with 9 rings, 1 serve with 7 rings, a total of 91 rings, a total score of 54.6"

Hearing this result, Frey, who was surrounded by everyone's surprised eyes, was not overjoyed, but only breathed a sigh of relief.

The result of these countless bullets and a year's time was nothing more than a deserved result in Frey's heart, and there was nothing to be happy about.

"Name: Frey

Fitness: 20 points/20 points

Fighting: 20 points/20 points

Shooting: 54.6 points/60 points

Overall score: 94.6 points/100 points

Regular Class Rank: 1"

When Frey saw his published rankings, he was completely reassured.

It's just that I didn't have to take a look at the results of the second place, which surprised Frey, and the comprehensive score of the second place was only 85 points, which was ten points left by Frey.

Squeezing out of the crowd in the grades of the ordinary class, Frey saw at a glance the simple Red Cross flag, under which the crusader recruiting points were as crowded as in previous years.

The person in charge sent by the crusaders, with his chin in one hand and his eyelids drooping, like a training soldier who was about to fall asleep in the classroom, no one came forward to ask, let alone join.

If it weren't for the fact that Rhubarb and Blackie were rolling and playing in the open area in front of the Crusader recruiting point, Frey would have thought it was a realistic painting.