The first screening began in the afternoon of the day the selection team arrived. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All the aspiring Terran and Dwarven boys in the village lined up, and all the girls of school age gathered in a group, chattering and whispering beside them, and it was said that the white apostles would give these candidates and the holy water that the girls cherished.

Arthur was a little apprehensive because he was a thief, or rather, he would be a thief, and this was a career option that St. Aaron's Imperial Continental War College did not offer at all - in fact, it was hard to imagine that if the academy had such a profession, would it be able to hire teachers, would there be students in such a major, and whether there would be students of other races in the academy. As a semi-for-profit organization, the War College could not tolerate such a thing.

Arthur was still a little nervous, he didn't know if his father's words would still work against this group of veteran, true warriors.

Over the past two years, Arthur has learned from his father the basic stealth techniques, dodge techniques, his strange use of black swords and daggers, and his already fast all-terrain running. As a normal thief, Arthur needed at least a few more - lockpicking and stealing skills, and, to a lesser extent, a sense of justice and honor.

According to his father's theory, lockpicking was a trail - he wouldn't have learned it himself, and it didn't take much skill to steal to enter the Thieves' Guild, but the ability to hide and survive. In addition, this kind of trick that is not above board is best to wait for Arthur to grow up and mature a little more before learning. Without a truly mature, upright heart, it is difficult to ensure that this technique can be applied in the right place.

Then, according to Arthur's current skills, according to Simon, there is only one official class name that can be selected, and this profession not only has almost the same skills as thieves, but also often falls into frontal battlefields, which is an extremely important position-

"Arthur?Haber!This is the second time I've taught you my name!If this happens the second time, you can get out of the queue now!Now, tell me the career direction you're going to pass the screening!" Kyle locked his eyebrows tightly together and glared at Arthur sternly, from the moment the screening began, Kyle, who was still grinning just now, was gone, and in his place, it seemed to be a tiger who chose to eat people.

"Reprimand... Scout!, Baron Kyle Jones!" Arthur, who had just slipped away, was startled and immediately replied straight.

"Scout? Arthur is going to be a scout? What is that? Arthur is getting some weird stuff. The Terran children in the queue began to talk like a frying pan, and Arthur, who had disappeared for two years, uttered a very strange term, and the children could not control their desire to discuss at all.

Several dwarven teenagers also had no clue, communicating privately, and the copper hammer also poked Garcia's shoulder, and asked mysteriously: "Hey, buddy, this kid named Arthur, what is that scout you are talking about, tell me about it." ”

Garcia spread his hands, glanced at the smiling dwarf, and looked at Arthur.

The girls didn't really care about these things, but they gradually started to talk like the young soldiers.

"Silence!" shouted Olsen behind Kyle, his ice-like eyes that made the children fall silent in no time.

The five members of the selection team looked at Arthur in unison, and Arthur was horrified and uncomfortable.

Kyle frowned, "Arthur, are you sure you know what a scout is? Are you sure you said the word scout as a profession?"

Arthur, who was still at a loss in the midst of everyone's discussions, heard this question, and suddenly seemed to see his father's face in front of him, full of courage, and replied straight to everyone's gaze, and replied loudly, "Yes, scout!"

Yes, scouts. Generally speaking, in a small army, such as a squad, a squadron, or even a brigade, scouts refer to the people who are sent out by the army to spy on the surrounding terrain, enemy situations, or heralds, and are not too far away from the army, and there are no special people or troops to serve, but some soldiers with dexterous movements and clever brains are selected to temporarily take on this task.

In large armies, it becomes an exclusive name, often in a whole regiment, there are only one or two. These people, who are directly responsible to the commander-in-chief, usually serve as the commander-in-chief's escort, and once necessary, they will be hundreds of miles away from the barracks, and when the two armies have not yet fought, they will start the first round of confrontation in the enemy camp, spy on intelligence, observe the configuration, and understand the situation of the enemy's entire supply line. Even a hundred years ago, in a local decisive battle between the dwarves and the Terrans, a Terran scout destroyed the dwarves' military rations five days before the decisive battle, and although he was finally killed in the enemy's ranks, the situation of the battle was completely reversed.

Therefore, if it were to be mentioned as a profession, Scout would be an important intelligence profession that was close to an army of millions and alone.

Correspondingly, it is a very rare, very small number of people and a very high mortality rate.

For young people who are not strong enough, it is simply a death errand.

Therefore, Kyle does not understand how Arthur learned this name, let alone why Arthur chose such a direction.

Kyle looked at Arthur's resolute gaze and tried to say something to persuade the kid. Just as he opened his mouth, Kyle thought that convincing the kid through scouts and their strict scout selection might be more convincing than outright rejection. Kyle closed his mouth and just reached out and patted Arthur on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, guys. Kyle turned around and explained to the tryouts before walking back in, speaking loudly in front of a dozen or so mixed groups of Terran and Dwarven children.

"We weren't expecting a candidate here who wanted to be a scout. Kyle looked at Arthur.

The Terran boys and dwarves also stared at Arthur, nervously awaiting Kyle's next words.

"We couldn't do the first round of screening today because the scout test requires extra preparation and we have to set it up as soon as it's still light. ”

"Tomorrow, we're going to have the first round of testing for the others, then the scout test for Arthur Harbour, and we're going to take a break from that, and finally, we're going to have a second round of screening. ”

"Then we'll know that the lads can call me teacher. Kyle's tense face finally relaxed, and he smiled at the crowd and said something mischievous.

The children were still not used to the sudden softening of the atmosphere, and they were still standing dumbfounded, their mouths closed, their eyes fixed on Kyle.

"Apostle, please. Kyle made an unstandard gesture of please, and then retreated from the ranks of the tryouts to tease Olsen, who ignored him completely.

As soon as the white-clothed apostle with a silver mask walked into the field, there was a cold atmosphere in the field, and the charming eyes swept the eyes of every boy and girl one after another, but everyone's body was hot and hot regardless of gender.

The magnetic female voice rang out, and the silent temptation spread like a ripple of water.

"Gods, peace be with you forever. ”

The hands were slender, and the clean nails waved with a hint of the sun's light.

A wooden box full of beautiful, holy golden patterns floated up from the original position of the white-clothed apostle, slowly flew to the place next to his hand, and slowly opened the lid.

The boys and girls stared closely at the slender, white hand of the white-clothed apostle, watching it fold with the other hand on the waist, and the wide gold-rimmed white sleeves slowly slid down, covering the slender jade fingers that aroused people's infinite reverie, and everyone woke up like a dream, looking left and right in embarrassment.

Arthur didn't pay any attention to the movements of the white-clothed apostle, but stared at the wooden box tightly, his gaze swirling along the pale golden pattern, as if he was about to sink deeper. The contents of the wooden box gave Arthur a sense of danger, as if a dragon was staring coldly through the box, and it seemed to be a hoarse whisper of mystery, full of hostility and threat.

Arthur's body trembled slightly, his fists clenched, but he only felt cold in the obsessed crowd, like falling into an ice cave under the bright sun in the desert.

At this moment, there was a sudden stinging pain like a fire in his right arm, Arthur let out a light breath, held his right arm with his left hand and quietly kneaded and examined it, but did not find any wounds, but seemed to have a very faint blue light flashing through the linen clothes.

Arthur didn't understand why the gifts of the gods were so hostile to him, even though he was not religious.

But when Arthur looked at the box again, the feeling was completely gone.

Arthur's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the White Apostle ringing out again.

"The gift of the gods, which descends on the night of miracles, will purify the heart, strengthen the body, and make the face more youthful, regardless of race, gender, or camp. ”

As the white-clothed apostle spoke, a very small bottle flew in front of the children, and looking at the size of the bottle, the liquid in it was only a dozen drops.

The children looked at the fluttering bottle in front of them and talked in a low voice, even the copper hammer, stroking their beards and staring at the small bottle in front of them.

"Drink it, children, and the blessed one will receive his gift when the light of God shines again on the earth tomorrow. The seductive and magnetic female voice sounded again.

The children uncorked their bottles and drank them all, as if they really felt lighter and more powerful, so they talked excitedly.

Only Arthur was still staring at the bottle in front of him, whether it was holy water or poison, Arthur didn't want to drink it.

But the white bottle is only decorated with just the right amount of blue lines, delicate, beautiful, and seems to look at Arthur innocently.

No matter how closely he examined the blue lines, or the white bottle, Arthur could no longer feel the creepy aura he had just had, and felt very puzzled, as if it was just his own hallucinations that had just scared him out of a cold sweat.

"Child, what are you waiting for? Don't you refuse the gift of the gods?" the silver mask turned slightly to face Arthur, but there seemed to be a warning and reminder in the holy pattern.

The children also stopped talking and looked at Arthur suspiciously.

Arthur knew he had to drink it.

So Arthur tilted his neck slightly, and drank it.

Arthur plugged the stopper, opened his mouth, and signaled that he had drank.

"Good boy, you will be protected by the gods. The seductive eyes looked at Arthur again, and then drifted back into the crowd.

"I haven't seen me for two years and I'm still a sissy, and I'm grinding and chirping when I drink saliva. Drake looked at Arthur, hugging his chest and muttering.

"I haven't seen her for more than ten years, and I'm still a sissy, and I'm grinding and chirping when I drink saliva. Brass Hammer stood beside Drake, hugging his chest and muttering.

Drake looked at the dwarf, and the dwarf looked at Drake.

Drake made an impatient sound, and the dwarf blinked in a flickering manner.

"Little man, are you looking for a beating, the master's spear is not used today, and his temper is exploding!"

"Okay, good, tall man, the copper hammer of my copper hammer is coming to Shacun, and it's about to rust!"

"Stinky boys, what are you doing, lie down on your stomach and give me a rest, you'll make trouble tomorrow!" Kyle walked up and gave a start.

Surrounded by two teenagers covering their heads, the children's brass bell-like laughter finally rang again.

Therefore, no one noticed Arthur who left in a hurry, and the unnatural bulge in Arthur's mouth.

Arthur trotted back home, squirted a tiny package out of his mouth, spat on the table, and coughed violently as he could no longer hold on.

The holy water was all bumped into the small package, but although Arthur did not touch the holy water at all, the whole mouth was burning with pain, and the hot feeling gradually spread to his throat as he ran.

A glass of water appeared beside him with the sound of footsteps, Arthur snatched it and poured it down, then collapsed in his chair and gasped.

Arthur looked at his father with the water glass, and suddenly felt that his father's previous request for him not to drink the holy water was a very wise decision.

At the moment when he learned that the selection team was coming, Arthur was about to rush out the door, but Simon grabbed him and handed him a very small package made of sand lizard bark and bark, and asked him to press it under his tongue, and whatever the selection team wanted him to drink, he must pretend to drink it and pour it into this package, and bring it back whole, no matter what, he can't swallow it.

"Father, what the hell is that?" said Arthur, looking at the tiny package.

Simon also pulled over a chair and looked at Arthur with a frown: "That's holy water, I want you not to drink it for a reason, but I don't know why there is such a reaction." ”

Arthur frowned and continued, "Why can't I drink it?

Simon looked at Arthur, did not answer his question directly, and said, "Arthur, do you know how many magicians there were in the entire human race before the night of miracles?"

Seeing Arthur shaking his head, Simon continued: "The population of the Terrans is huge, just the Holy Aaron Empire, the population is tens of millions, the size of the army is close to one million at its peak, and the magicians, there are less than a thousand. ”

"And in the past few years after the night of miracles, young people with the potential of magicians have emerged in various places, with an average of more than a hundred people every year, and these people have advanced extremely fast, except for those who have practiced for decades or even hundreds of years, there is no one who can suppress them. ”

"The reason for this is holy water. ”

"Holy water is a gift from the gods in the Holy See on the night of miracles, and has the effect of stimulating and amplifying the magical talents of the human race. ”

Arthur was even more strange when he heard this, and interjected again, "If that's the case, then why can't I drink it?"

"Here's the problem, looking at you all these years, I've gradually realized that one of the things I've overlooked through my experience is magic. Yours... Your parents destined you to be extraordinary, but - you know it yourself - you have no great talent for fighting, you learn everything very quickly, very quickly, but you can hardly become a great warrior, we have to compromise and go the way of thieves. ”

"So, lately I've been telling me that you're going to be a rare magician. ”

"That's why you should never drink holy water. ”

"If it's just an ordinary person, drinking the magic holy water will indeed become strong, young and beautiful. But all the magicians who are channeled by the magic water will never be able to disobey the gods. ”

Simon calmly uttered such a rebellious remark.