The blue-haired man in front of him smiled. The nobles such as Jadol on the stage also looked at it with a smile. Only the chronicler lives like grass in his heart!

Patronizing and shocked just now, where would he still remember that he still has the responsibility of counting? Let the other party do it again, he doesn't have the guts, you must know that he can be in the position of the chronicler, except for his mother's unclear relationship with those big people in the city, it all depends on his usual betrayal to get to the top. Like the person in front of him, he must have passed the test, and then he wants to trouble himself, what should he resist? Or is it back? But this guy smiled at himself while waving to a girl in the crowd, and he didn't look like he liked men at all!

Just when he didn't know what to do, Jador on the earthen platform behind him relieved him.

"The note-taker who gave the Chiox test, don't be trying, let him go directly to our regiment's logistics management to sign up. He can wield a two-hundred-kilogram giant axe to cultivate, and the speed and endurance behind him are not comparable. ”

"Oh oh, pass, pass!"

The chronicler hurriedly took note and let him pass, and as for the latter, in addition to waving to the girl who clearly had a leg with him, he also waved to another handsome young man.

"Ciri, these heavy lead weapons are good! Why don't we go back and get some and go back to cultivation? ”

"Wow, I think there should be a practice weapon for this in the barracks. Let's not waste our efforts. ”

That handsome... No! Little white face!

The more the chronicler looked, the more annoyed he became, and the more he looked at it, he was indeed jealous! He knew that he was very good-looking, but this kind of beauty was completely different from the other party's kind of thing. Even his biological mother said things like "You look so beautiful, why aren't you a woman". And this one is called the difference between Celery. His kind of handsome, completely masculine beauty, coupled with that kind of inner calm temperament, gave him that handover. Border. Flower. When the old lady saw it, even if she sold him, she would directly paste it upside down.

"The one in iron armor over there, you come here to test it."

Holding back the unhappiness in his heart, the notekeeper shouted in a deep voice. "Well, your name is Ciri? Williosa, nineteen years old, from the Black Dragon Empire of the Tren Continent, right? Do you also want to lift 200 kilograms of weapons and also practice the combat skills you usually cultivate? ”

"I only gave a name, and you finished the rest for me."

The Seeri smiled, and casually picked up the heavy sword marked "200" on the ground. "Chronicler, can you find me a target, I usually have a target for practice."

"Do you want a target? What do you think of me? It was not difficult to become the other party's notekeeper, and shouted angrily by pointing at his nose.

"Let's talk before swinging the sword, don't think about cutting me, if you cut me before you finish the number of swings, I will directly judge you to be unqualified!"

"Okay, then don't move!"

After saying this, the chronicler suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and the heavy sword actually came directly in front of his eyes.

I was wrong! This Ciri is even more terrible than the Taylor before, I shouldn't have provoked him!

Thinking like this in his heart, the chronicler couldn't stop shouting, because after the first one, Ciri's sword moves were so continuous that he couldn't open his mouth at all! But he clearly felt that the other party seemed to have wrapped the entire sword body with battle qi, otherwise the strong wind brought by this sword was enough to kill him!

After swinging the sword one to three hundred times, Xi Rui immediately put away the heavy sword, not only to make the notekeeper a target, but also to ensure that the battle qi wrapped the sword body would not hurt the other party, frankly speaking, even if he did it, it would still be a big burden on the body. Although he could still hide the medicine bag in his mouth like he did last time, that would be tantamount to cheating, and he didn't want to give him a handle with so many eyes staring at him.

Personal attribute: Strength 115 (65)

Dexterity118(78)

Constitution 122 (52)

Perception 116 (96)

Spirit 133 (83)

Perception 126 (126)

Glamour 113 (106)

Status: Moderate Fatigue Luck Value: Seven Stars

Personal Combat Skill: Battle King Steel Sword Skill Tier 10 86%

Moderate fatigue, when was the last time this state occurred? It seems that it is better to do as little as possible in the future of pretending to be thirteen. Otherwise, he is at risk of becoming stupid.

"Chronicler, I've swung my sword three hundred times, can I pass it?"

For this person, of course, Ciri did not spare his smile, after all, even if he didn't know what it was like to swing his sword quickly in front of him, but the other party's pale appearance as if he was going to die at any time already explained everything.

"Through... Over ......"

These two words were squeezed out between his teeth, and the chronicler actually went straight to the ground. Ciri's prophecy that he was dying seemed to be a word.

"Oh no! Someone died! Someone died! ”

Before Ciri could react, another notekeeper next to him called out at the top of his voice.

Ciri was startled, he rushed over with an arrow step, probing his nose, but fortunately, the guy was just stunned and angry. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when the Karl over there rushed straight at him.

"Stunned the note-taker during the induction test? Hmph, wow, good! Your name is Ciri, right, get out of the barracks now, we Knights of Betnes don't need you!" ”

When he said this, Carl's face was purple and black! He didn't know that his youngest son also died at the hands of Ciri, but what happened just now had made him lose face.

The selection criteria for the Knights are strict, because the tester is required to reach the level of a medium mercenary or above in each test of strength, speed, internal strength, etc. The mercenaries who can come to the Knights to participate in the group entrance test are undoubtedly masters in the mercenary world. But most of these people have their own strengths and weaknesses, some of them can't do it with great strength and speed, and some of them can not meet the end of the endurance standard.

At the time of the Siri test, everyone else was also testing. But after some testing, less than 1,000 people are qualified enough. According to this law, there are 5,000 qualified people in the end, which is already a very good number, but what makes Carl lose face is that the four mercenary groups that have an agreement with him, a total of 800 people, and among the more than 300 people who have been tested so far, they all exceed the standard of regular soldiers of the Knights without exception!

The other captains of the Knights were either amazed or congratulated on the fact that Jador could complete the compilation as quickly as possible, although no one touched Karl's head at this time, but their praise and surprise made an invisible slap on Karl's face!

That's why he grabbed such a trivial matter that couldn't be counted as a matter and scolded Ciri. In his opinion, the so-called mercenaries are roosters and dog thieves, and flies and dogs. It's okay for them to play tricks, but if they really want to be scolded by a nobleman, they are not even as good as the gangsters on the street! Scaring Ciri, and then pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud to bring out Jador, this is Carl's wishful thinking. But the premise of all this is that Ciri was frightened by him and followed his wishes.