The sky was white and shining, so clear that there was not a trace of floating clouds, and at this moment, even the star Micah, which was extremely difficult to detect with the naked eye, had rarely revealed a vague figure in the thick atmosphere of the fern vine.

The weather is a bit good, and the Esbolton borough has not had rain for dozens of days, which is a rare occurrence in this famous wetland with a large fern vine rainforest.

The brooks flowed, the mountain springs were clear, and the fern vine trees stretched out their branches and leaves to the sky in an intricate way, scrambling to express gratitude for their source of life; Autumn is getting stronger, the unpicked fern vine fruit is already ripe, and the humid air is filled with a light sweet aroma; The breeze is gentle, and thousands of thick and luxuriant branches are blown to make a unique rustling sound, like the whole rainforest is playing a surging song of life.

With a bang, a rapid sound suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere, and in the pale yellow sky, a small silver-white airship swooped down from the sky like a silver goose, and plunged straight into the dense rainforest. It suddenly came to an abrupt stop at a distance of a few dozen tiers from the tall fern vine treetops, and the air currents erupted from the particle thrusters stirred up layers of leaf rain that circled like a small tornado under the wings of the dinghy.

Inside the two-seater cockpit, Jonny. Kent held the lever with both hands, slowly pulled the engine lever to turn on the levitation, his face was as usual, but he finally couldn't help but let out a breath, and then turned his face to the passenger seat, and reported loudly to the man who was chewing chewing gum with his hand on the back of his head.

"At your request, the three thousand Tierner dive stops have been completed, please evaluate them, Major."

"The speed is not let go, the slow is sleepy, and the emergency stop time is too early, which is not qualified." Major Petowski seemed tired at the moment, and after he finished speaking, he blew a mouthful of bubbles into the chewing gum, which exploded around the edge of his mouth, and he licked the corners of his lips as he muttered in his mouth.

"What kind of flight academy are you afraid of death, let the old man find a beauty job in the Angel Sword Building, I heard that the people there are withered, and now there is a shortage of second-generation guys with oily hair and noodles." He narrowed his eyes and leaned his head back in his chair, a smile curling into his lips.

Jonny didn't dare to speak, just closed his mouth and was silent, his fingers flicking on the virtual panel in front of his lap as he readjusted the engine output and turned off the emergency autopilot option, while Petowski on the side, seemingly keeping his eyes closed, was approving at the right time.

"It's out, Kent, it seems that I've finally been enlightened and knows what this is for." He said as if he didn't care at all.

"Please, try again, Major." Completely ignoring the other party's sarcasm, Jonny sat up straight and waited quietly after speaking.

"Excuse me." It took a long time for Petroviski to reluctantly give the order, and before he could finish speaking, Jonny had already pulled the lever to re-drive the hovering airship.

He steered the airship up until the angle became almost perpendicular to the ground, and then reached out and quickly pushed the engine lever on the main console at his side, and a burst of fire burst from the stern of the dinghy, igniting a fern vine canopy below, and the dinghy was already flying high into the air like an arrow in the crackling whining of the charred branches.

The cabin trembled slightly, and the huge planetary gravity squeezed the bodies of the two people in front of the bridge almost into one with the seats behind them, and Petowski still blew on chewing gum nonchalantly, his fingers caressing the tip of his nose.

"Just now, the UNEP is afraid that the Aviators Association will issue a large fine. It's incomprehensible, Kent, the kind of grades you get in the Academy's useless courses have led many faculty members to think that Baryl is another hapless pedant with a family of warlords, but God knows, you're behaving like a brainless interstellar infantryman. ”

"You're doing this on purpose to embarrass me, am I right?" Petowski squinted at Johnny.

"Not at all, Major." Jonny steadfastly controls the airship and denies the accusations of the examiner.

It's just extremely unpleasant...... He silently added in his heart.

What 'I have an acquaintance in the Aviators' Association', what 'will say hello to you in advance', his so-called 'acquaintance' is himself! And the so-called 'greeting' is simply a long-planned ambush! Jonny muttered indignantly in his heart.

Submit the form, follow the process of visiting the school to ask for leave from the school's Military Discipline Committee, and then non-stop with Roger. Clark rushed to Abaddon together.

A month of basic flight training is fulfilling and fun, and now think about it in the blink of an eye.

In the simulation cabin of the headquarters of the Aviators Association, in the Purman. During the instruction course at Hoyt Airport, he and Roger, together with a kind female instructor with a long teaching experience, quickly mastered the basic operations of land-based flight.

With the easy-to-understand theoretical courses, realistic and detailed simulation devices, experienced and extremely patient hands-on teaching, all the arrangements of the association are orderly and step-by-step, with the near-perfect facilities of this old training base and the systematic teaching that has accumulated for many years, the two Baileys who started from scratch were born in more than a month, and they have been able to fly alone in the wide Puman. Free take-off and landing on the runway of Hoyt Airport.

All the facts proved that Chen Tianfang had exaggerated the terrible scene they had described that day, and the atmosphere here was harmonious, and the two Belier cadets who had never piloted a flying machine were treated even more kindly.

"In fact, we try to treat everyone who comes to get their license as much as possible." Sasha. Morlin, their flight lesson instructor, the 47-year-old senior instructor of the association, pointed out in response to Roger's question.

"It's often the school faculty who asks us to do this when we suddenly increase the difficulty in the final test." Sasha tried to explain to Roger. "There are many veterans of the Navy during the Silver Alliance and even the Federation period among the directors of the association, and a considerable number of them are alumni of the 'Taihang', 'Kunlun' or Belier Flight Academy, so the relationship between our association and the military of the Silver Alliance has always been harmonious."

"Supervision, promotion, encouragement, and guidance according to the situation, or maybe just to give the zero-starting cadets a dismount, military school instructors often only need a phone call, and we can only cooperate and give candidates 'extra meals' during training and testing."

"This kind of thing has happened at the headquarters of the association for so many years, and it has even become an interesting tradition, changing tricks to block immature military cadets, which is a bit impersonal to say, but it is really enjoyable to do." Sasha's warm smile was as pleasant as the city in the middle of the rainforest, but the words made Jonny and Roger feel uneasy.

"You two handsome military academy boys, although we are not very eye-catching in this industry, but judging from the comprehension and sense of operation these days, it is not for nothing that you can be successfully admitted to Belier." Sasha tried to reassure them when she noticed the change in their faces.

"Take it easy, if you were to put on a show of resistance and let you spend the first year with a sense of remorse, it was customary for them to say hello before you came, and now that the course is almost over, you are still safe, so the final test will be treated like the civilians who are flying in a mess."

In addition to being a qualified flight instructor and a reserve director of the headquarters of the Abaddon Aviators Association, the talkative Sasha knows a lot of little secrets that no one knows, and she is happy to divulge them all to the two young people who look good at it and talk happily.

But she apparently said it too early, because on the morning of the final license test, Baylier College flight instructor Mike Murphy was ahead of schedule. Petowski suddenly arrived at the Guild's headquarters, arriving on a red-eyed flight, with a tired face, but refreshed after pouring a few cups of strong coffee.