Young people are always arrogant, enthusiastic and unstoppable, especially these perennial arrogant nobles. Even though they know some of the habits www.biquge.info of the troops, they always disdain them deep down. Once in the room, there were no outsiders, and the other party was only a mere lieutenant, and several people were immediately ready to move.

At present, the level of the warrior system is divided into one to nine levels, and it is basically dominated by the change of fighting spirit. But the first-order to fourth-order warriors are all red fighting energy, that is, the earliest level of fighting energy. The first-order warrior is defined as the one who has just learned the fighting spirit, the second-order is defined as the more proficient use of the fighting spirit, the third-order is defined as the flexible use of the fighting spirit, and the fourth-order must master the outward release of the fighting spirit and can use a small amount of fighting skills.

Obviously, the evaluation criteria in the first, second, third, and fourth orders are very vague, and at the beginning of the fifth order, the fighting temperament changes, and the direct discoloration can no longer be fooled. The officers and soldiers below Captain Lou Baole are positioned as fourth-order warriors less than or equal to, and in short, the prefect Marcas in front of him is only a fourth-order warrior at best. And these four nobles have reached the level of fighting spirit, and they are already at the level of fourth-order warriors.

Four warriors of the same level facing one, there really is no need for any awe. So the chief used his fists to teach them how to be in awe.

"What rank do you think I'm a warrior?" Marcus sat back in his seat.

Several of the beaten nobles crawled back to their seats with a snort, covering their faces or their stomachs, and their eyes looked away, but it was obvious that they were still angry. No one answered.

Marcas still smiled: "I'm only at the level of a third-order warrior. It's not a fourth-order level, and judging by the information, several of you are fourth-order, and I'm not as good as you. Hehe. ”

Several nobles raised their heads in surprise, and Marcus then laughed: "Why? I didn't believe it, I didn't beat you up with any fighting spirit just now, if you don't accept it, you can try again." ”

Several nobles glanced at each other, and there was some eagerness in their eyes, but they all quickly calmed down. suffered a loss, in the end let them learn to be a little better, and the other party is a chief.

"Actually, there's nothing surprising," Marcus replied, "how much combat experience do you have? How many enemies have you fought after you learned Fighting Qi? Playing with your own servants? Playing with your own slaves? Hehe! You think learning to release your Fighting Qi is the fourth order?"

With a wave of his hand, Marcus slashed out with a red fighting spirit, flying over everyone's heads, and finally hitting the ground outside the tent. And everyone reacted at this time, knowing that if the other party really made a move, the move just now only needed to be a little lower than half an inch, and they would all be killed.

"Isn't it great to have a fighting spirit?" asked Marcas, "but I'm still a third-order warrior. Why? The military is judged by different standards. You nobles know what the criteria for judging are. ”

The crowd didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and remained silent.

"Forget it, on the first day of today, I won't make it difficult for you," Marcas smiled again, "but I have to punish you for attacking the chief." In this way, you are four, carry the two of them and me, and run around the barracks. ”

Everyone was stunned, and looked back at Kevin and Stadt, obviously a fat man and a thin man. Many people immediately greeted Kevin with a smile, and the person who turned his hat in front of him immediately spoke: "Brother, hehe, haven't asked for a name yet?"

Marcus sneered: "Do you want to play tricks?

"No, sir, I just suddenly want to exchange feelings, haha. The man laughed dryly.

"You, go and carry the fat man. Marcus pointed casually and spoke without question.

His face immediately darkened, and he turned his head to look at Stat, who also looked at him helplessly. There was no way, he still honestly bent down in front of Stat. Stat was not polite, grabbed his shoulder and rubbed it up.

"You go and carry the thin man, you carry me. Marcas casually ordered, turning his head to look at Master Gray, "I saw that you seemed to be limping when I came in, is there something wrong with your legs?"

"Yes, sir," Young Master Gray was a little excited, "I'm injured!" It seems that he feels that he is injured, and naturally he can escape some punishment, and there is no one to carry.

"You're going to jump out and hit me when you're hurt?" Marcus laughed, grabbing five shields from the edge of the tent and trapping them together, "Here, put this thing on your back." ”

"But I'm hurt. "Master Gray seems to be very aggrieved.

Marcus silently added another shield: "Come and put it on your back!"

Gray was helpless, hesitated for a moment, but walked over, carrying six shields on his back. The others finally got their own candidates, and Marcas gave an order: "Go!"

Several people went out, and according to Marcas's instructions, they first went out from the east gate and began to run around the barracks. Several people didn't use their full strength, and Marcus didn't ask for anything specific. Young Master Gray carried six shields on his back, limping and following last, but he was able to follow, but it was obviously much harder, and the whirring pant was the first to come from the rear.

"From here, it's our cafeteria. Marcus was carried on his back, and he casually familiarized everyone with the barracks.

"This is the infantry training ground, this is the bow and arrow range, this is the magic range, and this is the military medical department, which has our chaplain. Marcus casually introduced them all the way, and of course the other soldiers in the barracks also saw them, and they seemed to have already seen them, but even so, several nobles who carried people still felt ashamed and buried their heads.

"Why do you keep your head down?" Marcus asked, "not afraid of hitting a tree?"

"Sir," the man beneath Statt couldn't help but speak, "I've never been so betrayal since I was a child...... But when I rode on my servant, I never ...... Alas!"

"Hehe," Marcus smiled, "you'd better lay down your so-called noble dignity and noble glory as soon as possible, otherwise you will be very miserable in the days to come! not only physically, but also mentally." ”

No one answered, everyone just ran away.

"Alright, turn 200 meters and we're in our tent, sprint at the end!

A few nobles only raised the speed a little and coped with the matter. Marcus snorted coldly: "Run the slowest one, run one more lap!"

When Young Master Gray heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and accelerated, bursting out with red fighting energy. As soon as everyone saw that this was okay, they immediately increased their speed as a whole, and ran wildly, and there seemed to be the sound of other soldiers watching the excitement on the side.

However, it turned out that Gray was the slowest, Marcas, Kevin, and Statt got off the backs of the others, and Marcus looked back at Gray: "You are the slowest, run one more lap." ”

"But I'm hurt!" screamed Master Gray.

"Go for two laps. Marcus replied.

Young Master Gray's eyes turned red, and he seemed to be about to cry.

"Go for three laps!" Marcas replied calmly. Kevin hurriedly motioned to him with his eyes, run, otherwise he won't get sympathy, he is your chief, not your grandmother.

It's a pity that Young Master Gray didn't understand, so he angrily threw off the shield on his back and tried to leave. Marcas was unceremonious, strode forward, and beat him up again! Kevin and the others stood behind and watched silently, and there were other recruits and veterans watching on the side, but everyone just watched, and no one was talking nonsense.

"Go run four laps!" Marcas yelled at Master Gray after the fight.

Gray was sobbing in pain, and he had no image at all, but he still subconsciously stood up, and then staggered into the distance. He didn't carry his shield, but it seems that Marcus didn't ask for it explicitly, and everyone didn't say anything.

Young Master Gray, who was limping, ran around the barracks four times again, and he was not lazy at all, nor did he dare to be lazy. Marcus and the others stood in place and waited until Young Master Gray had finished four laps, his tears were dry, he was sweating profusely, and he was bent over and panting.

"Do you think I'm cruel?" Marcus smiled and patted Master Gray on the shoulder, casually pointing to the tent next door. I saw that there were also 7 people thrown inside, and the instructor pointed to the west and shouted: "Come on! Run towards the sunset!"

Several students immediately grimaced, picked up seven shields, and passed by everyone with a chatter.

"Where are they going?" someone asked.

"They'll run until the sun goes down and come back. Marcus replied, "So look at the others, compare us, hehe." ”

Everyone: "......"

"Let's go, let's go into the tent. Marcus waved his hand, and the group continued back to their previous state, and then sat down on the small stool. Only this time, everyone put away their joking expressions, and everyone was silent. Although their sitting posture is not standard, at least their expressions are serious enough.

"Actually, to be honest, I've always thought I was a very benevolent person," Marcus replied, "and don't let me say it a second time, if possible." And let me remember, what is the duty of a soldier in the barracks here? Is it obedience! Don't ask why? Do you understand?"

"Understood!" replied in unison.

"Well, but we also have weekends here, and we also have time to relax. Marcas smiled again, "Normally, at this time, everyone can be casual. Well, let's introduce myself. ”

Several people reported each other's names according to etiquette, and Kevin realized that the three people who came first really had a great background. The original person who turned the hat was named Sain, and his father was the deputy head of the Thunder Knights, who was a well-known leader of the Thunder Knights in the kingdom, and had made great achievements in resisting the invasion of the beasts. He is the fourth and youngest in the family. Everyone else in the family has already done something, only he is still eating and waiting to die. His father didn't have time to take care of him, so he threw him into the army.

The person who carried Kevin was called Malinas, the son of the president of the Kingdom Fishery Chamber of Commerce, so the money naturally went without saying. However, his father's title was too low to inherit it to his son, so he asked his son to become a soldier and get a knighthood.

The other is called the son of the lord of Langton City, named Oka City, Langton City is a concentrated production area of weapons, although the economic development is not as good as that of coastal Shirez City, but it is still one of the key cities of the kingdom. Oka himself directly said that after he stayed for three months, his father would definitely be assigned the most suitable position by himself.

And Young Master Gray's father, Earl Gray, although he doesn't seem to have any political achievements and achievements, he is also an earl, and he can be regarded as an upper-class person. Now Kevin can get together with this group of people, I can't believe it. Similarly, when Kevin introduced himself as just a down-and-out bard, they all looked at him in amazement, thinking: How did this stuff get in?

"Yes, that's good. Marcus replied, "I can also tell you that I joined the army in December." So what, I'm a civilian officer?"

There was silence.

"Okay, let's talk about it again. Marcus stood up, "Gray, you're injured, I'll take you to the medic to have a look." ”

Young Master Gray was flattered and hurriedly stood up. Marcas changed his hand and took out six large packages from behind the tent: "This is your living equipment and weaponry. Recruits will be using these for three months, and I hope you will cherish them. It is recommended that you engrave your name on each object. ”

"Yes!" everyone nodded, each looking for a large package. There were quilts and clothes inside, as well as a long sword of the Lou Bao Le country, a dagger, a spear head, a short bow and a few arrows.

Oka from the weapon-making city flicked the sword in his hand casually, and couldn't help but disdain: "Garbage thing." ”

At this time, Marcus had not gone far, and when he heard this, he just looked back, and then laughed: "Indeed rubbish, I mean you." ”

Everyone: "......" at this time, no one dared to go up, everyone froze their movements, waiting for Marcas to go away.

"Fake!" It wasn't until the chief was far away that Sain threw down his weapon, "What's that? I'll beat him to death sooner or later." Drag a fart!"

"That's it!" "Malinus, who was born in the Chamber of Commerce, also compounded, "This kind of person, I don't dare to put a fart on my slap in my house." Hmph!"

Turning his head to see Kevin, he had already picked up the small dagger and seriously engraved "Because of the lack of thought hall" on the hilt of the sword. Speaking of which, Kevin has never owned a sword of his own, and this is the first one, and he cherishes it too.

On the other side, inside the Assassins' Guild, Little Spoon was already wearing a black assassin at this time, masked, and knelt down on one knee in front of the Assassin Guild to report: "President, my target has joined the army and asked for instructions on the next step." ”

President: "You taught him?"

"No!" "I don't know why, he was already in the army when I first tracked him down. Probably a coincidence, right?"

"A bard, it's okay to join the army?" the chairman sneered, "Tell me the specific information about this k." ”

The little spoon didn't dare to hide: "Kevin, male, 25 years old." A level 1 magician, a hybrid of human and elven races, and his father seems to have been burned to death by the Church of Light. ”

"Is there a portrait of him?" the president asked.

"Yes. The spoon was handed over. This portrait was drawn by professionals from the Assassins' Internal Intelligence Department, and it is absolutely vivid.

The chairman took it and looked at it, and it felt like normal. Why did his daughter deliberately let him go?

"Report back on the situation!" said the chairman.

"Well, that's what it was. I went with the albatross to the village of Sams to look for him, and it went well and we found him. But we're worried...... This one...... There may be twins or something, which can be confusing. So I went up and talked to him. ”

"I was so surprised to find out that he actually had twins, and I decided to take time to observe. "I was about to go to his editor to find out, but I didn't expect something unexpected to happen." ”

The president's face was expressionless.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have twins. The little spoon lowered his head, probably worried that his expression was wrong, so he lowered his head, "It's my fault, I made a mistake in judgment." By the time I reacted, he was already in the army. ”

President: "......"

"President," Little Spoon said with a serious expression, "I am willing to continue to postpone the mission of assassinating Kevin, and I will definitely find a way to successfully assassinate him and maintain my father's dignity of not eating." ”

"It's just the two of us here, and we're father and daughter," the president said in a friendly tone, "Tell the truth, even if you do let me go, I won't blame you." ”

The little spoon flickered and looked at his father, tangled for a while, and lowered his head: "Okay, I admit that I let him go." Strictly speaking, I told him that he could avoid assassination by joining the army. ”

"But I believe he is innocent!" the little spoon immediately raised his head and argued, "although he wrote that his father ate, but at that time there was a great wisdom! What ordinary people can't do, but my father did, doesn't that mean that my father is not an ordinary person?"

"I know what you're trying to say, as bad as it sounds. The president replied.

"No, father, you don't know, this book is a favorite of many of our Assassins. There may be a lot of shortcomings, but it's really well written! It's art! Because of the lack of humor!" Little Spoon explained desperately.

"Because of the lack of reflection hall?" the president couldn't help but be slightly shocked when he heard this, "His name is Kevin.

"That's right. Didn't I say that?" Little Spoon scratched his head, "Oh, I want to just say his name is Kevin." ”

"What is his relationship with Laurent Indon?" the president asked.

"I don't know, who's Laurent?" the little spoon looked dazed.

"Laurent Indon was a powerful bard some 400 years ago, in the year 888 of the Gregorian calendar, when our king was under the mind control of the strongest necromancer and made many stupid decrees. After being discovered, many elite masters tried to attack the necromancer, but the necromancer was extremely powerful and invincible. In the end, a man named Lawrence suddenly stood up, attacked with great reason, and talked endlessly. Unexpectedly, the necromancer committed suicide in shame. ”

"When the king came to his senses, he gave Lawrence a special surname, because of the absence of the Hall, but after all, this matter involved a kingdom scandal and was not made public. More than 400 years later, only a few people know about it. The president was surprised, "Could it be his descendant?"

"Wow, that's amazing!" said the little spoon excitedly.

"Alright, you better go and light the fire," the president poured cold water on it.

"Oh," the little spoon suddenly became listless again.

"Don't worry, since he joined the army, I won't touch him for the time being!" replied the president. The little spoon smiled and left.

The guild sat back in his chair and thought for a moment, before finally picking up the biography of the Assassins again and flipping through it.