The town of Prairly is a common town located in the southern part of the southern city-state kingdom of the kingdom of Tristram on the continent of Ibers.

This is the fief of the Count of the Kingdom Territory, Count Leopold, and it is an ordinary place that can no longer be ordinary, and is only marked with a 'point' on the administrative division map of the entire territory of the Kingdom.

The morning sun is rising, and although there is still a hint of cold air in the town, almost all the residents have already come out to work. Even the little ones were not idle.

In the clearing north of Praile Town, the warm morning sun shines through the trees next to the clearing, leaving dappled spots of light in the clearing. I saw a large group of children with more than 100 people gathered in the open space, and they were divided into three teams, each practicing martial arts or fighting with each other in the open space. Dozens of children in the easternmost group of children in this group are between the ages of seven and ten. The middle and westernmost teams are teenagers between the ages of ten and fifteen or sixteen, the difference is that the middle team has only a dozen people, while the west team has dozens of people.

Several middle-aged instructors in their thirties and forties patrolled back and forth in the open space, giving guidance to the children in training from time to time.

An hour later......

"That's it! It's time for a break! An instructor looked at the sky and raised his voice to greet him.

When the children in the field heard this, they immediately stopped practicing, and one by one they either sat down on the spot to rest, or ran to the water storage truck parked on the edge of the empty field to scoop out cold water and drink.

Children under the age of 10 simply rested and even laughed with each other in their spare time. The older teenagers in the team on the west side were still looking with envy at the dozen or so people in the middle team who were training with them during their break.

Unlike the ignorant children in the east phalanx and the envious teenagers in the west phalanx, the dozen or so teenagers in the middle phalanx did not move around or talk when they were resting, but sat cross-legged on the spot one by one, holding a crystal-shaped object in their hands and closing their eyes to recuperate. The delicate crystals that were crystal clear emitted faint halos of various colors, and the halos emanating from the teenagers sitting on the ground were intertwined, which looked quite fantastical.

"Alas, I really envy them." A teenager on the west side of the team withdrew his gaze and sighed enviously.

As the teenager sighed, the rest of the teenagers echoed it.

"It's good luck for that guy Aite, there are only three people selected for this year's Warrior Selection, and he is actually one of them. I heard that the Earl had exempted their entire family from taxes for this reason. ”

"Hmph, what's tax exemption? See that guy named Slade? His father (on the Iber continent, most of the low-level commoners call their parents 'Dad' and 'Mom', and only nobles and other etiquette people will use the more formal 'father' and 'mother' in their lives) is a well-known drunkard in the town, because he has made his family impoverished because of his lack of business. How is it now? Didn't the whole family move into a wealthy area in the town? That's the settling-in fee from the Earl. And now he has a salary of ten gold coins a week, which is much more than our salary of ten silver coins a week. Ten gold coins! Just take out one and buy more than 20 barrels of ale, enough for his drunkard waste dad to drink for a few months! ”

"And Robert is ...... too"

"There's no way, who let them live well, and they can be selected to become fighters?"

"So what? Didn't you hear what the instructors said when they were training them? Low-level fighters may not be able to win one-on-one with top fighters. What's more, it is also difficult for a fighter to advance. After being selected to become a war officer, he has been able to hover at a low-level level all his life, and he is hopeless to advance, and we have not been out of the Prairly Territory, maybe there are such unlucky ghosts among these lucky guys now. ”

"Hehe, who's to say it's not......"

“……”

As the group of teenagers whispered, the two instructors standing not far away were also talking to each other in low voices.

"Hmph, these boys are envious and jealous there again." A brown-haired, scarred instructor with a scar on his face.

"It's not strange at all." Another instructor with blond hair and a little handsome looks laughed on the side: "Anyway, didn't I mutter to you behind your back then?" ”

"Then why did the two of us form a lifelong friendship now?" The brown-haired, scar-faced instructor looked at his companion.

"Didn't you risk your life to save me?" The blonde handsome instructor shrugged. "That knife was supposed to be cut in my face, but you blocked the knife for me, and you broke the phase for this?"

"Although your kid had a bad mouth back then, people didn't hate it." The Scarface Instructor snorted. "I'm not here for any kind of comradeship......

"Yes, yes, I know." The blonde instructor secretly rolled his eyes, and then said, "By the way, let's really leave them alone?" ”

"It's not easy to enlighten this kind of thing." The Scarface instructor sighed. "It would be nice to make sure that there would be no irreconcilable contradictions between the two groups. As for whether we can get along well, it depends on the future......"

"This kind of thing is easy to say, but difficult to say." The blonde instructor sighed when he heard this.

After a moment of silence between the two, Scarface Instructor spoke: "But that's something we need to worry about later, now we just need to train them well - in other words, those cultivation boys can absorb the Demon Core Spiritual Energy." It's time to get them moving. ”

"Got it." The blonde instructor nodded, took out a short horn and blew it with a deafening humming sound, and then raised his voice: "The break time is over!" All assembled! ”

After all the teenagers gathered, the scarface instructor led by him ordered with a black face: "Physical training begins!" People under the age of 10 do push-ups 50 times with a weight of 10 pounds per person, and people over 10 years old do push-ups with a weight of 20 pounds per person 100 times! Then there's the weight-bearing run! 1,000 meters under 10 years old, 3,000 meters over 10 years old! Remember for those over 10 years old - the last 10 people didn't have breakfast! Got it?! ”

The Scarface instructor's last question was almost shouted, and the children all joined in one spirit, and then quickly replied in a loud voice, "Understood! ”

"So what are you waiting for?! Don't hurry up and get started! ”

"Yes!"

With the instructor's order, the children ran to the truck to get the weight and tie it to themselves, and then returned to the field and began to do push-ups.

Just when these children were tossing and turning

On the road adjacent to the open field, two enclosed vans with two horses galloped past the Prailly Castle, located north of the town of Prailly.

"Huh? Did any guests visit the Earl's castle so early today? The blonde instructor muttered to himself in confusion as he saw the two vans drive past.

"Who knows." The Scarface Instructor shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. "But I guess it's none other lords in the county who came to seek reciprocal trade."