As the scrivener team continued along the mountain trail for almost a while, they finally reached the meeting point set up in the middle of the mountain - the team members were exhausted. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If the weather were normal, it would only take them four or five hours at most to get from the very beginning to the meeting point gate, and if there was an unexpected situation during the investigation, it would probably take a little longer than almost twice as long as it did now.

The mud and rain had already covered the players' bodies, and the cold had greatly reduced their physical strength, and they were able to hold on to this place almost only by their own willpower. Therefore, when they saw the light of the fire at the meeting point, they all smiled with peace of mind.

In fact, it was a simple camp fenced off by a wooden fence, with only a few stone walls protecting a few important buildings. Many of their colleagues had already arrived, mostly under a rudimentary canopy, using a campfire to dry their clothes.

The late scribes greeted their acquaintances one by one, and then slowly approached the tower in the center of the camp, ready to report to the senior scrivener in charge of the assessment...... The next step should be to take a break and wait for the results to be published.

At least that's what the leader of the scrivener thought at first.

However, as they approached the tall tower at the innermost part of the camp through the rudimentary gravel walkway, they noticed that something was not quite right—a slight unusual gathering of several scribes in a corner surrounded by a fence and a canopy.

Did they get together to bake the fire, or did they exchange what happened during the assessment?no, the scribe who led his team forward quickly denied the original assumption in a sinister atmosphere. Although they were together, they were divided into two camps by an invisible boundary.

There were seven scribes in total, but from the strips of cloth they tied to their arms, it was clear that all six of them were members of a squad. The scribes, who had a lot of mud on their bodies, were slowly approaching the scribes who were caught in the middle of their bags, and their every move was silently exerting pressure.

However, the scribe who was surrounded in the middle did not pay any attention to the pressure emanating from his surroundings, but instead bowed his body slightly and posed as if he could face it at any time. He didn't care at all how many people there were, but his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the scribe who seemed to be the leader of the other party.

It was a tall and thin young man, with a pale face that looked a little sickly, obviously a person who had stayed in the study all year round and rarely came out to bask in the sun. But even so, his figure was stronger than all the people around him, especially the muscles on his arms, which had been carefully trained.

Judging from the costume, the tall and thin scribe should also be one of the members of the armed qualification examination this year, and this day should have gone through a hellish long march like the other scribes. His costume was obviously covered with muddy water, but not as embarrassed as the others.

How to say it - the breathing is steady, the body is not curled up due to overexertion, but the gestures give people an inexplicable sense of stability. It was as if he was already familiar with the wilderness, and even if he encountered bad weather, he did not show any fatigue.

"Please retract what you just said. ”

Suddenly, the tall and thin scribe spoke in a deep voice: "If you have any grievances against my actions, you can tell me directly to my face." I don't think it's a 'cultured man' or a scribe to slander my family behind my back, right?"

His voice was muffled, but a slight tremor could be heard, as if he was forcibly suppressing the anger deep within him. Looking from a distance across the gap in the crowd, you can see that his body is trembling slightly, and his hands that are barely inserted into his waist have been clenched into fists.

Obviously, the obstacle in front of him is not the difference in the number or strength of the other party, but only the balance between reason and emotion. Now that the anger erupted, if it weren't for reason still restraining him as a rein, I'm afraid that this young scribe would have wanted to rush up and beat the other party up.

"It's a surprise that someone like you can say the word 'upbringing'. ”

However, the young man who seemed to be the leader of the squad did not care about the suppressed anger of the other party, and said rather contemptuously, "What? Do you want to threaten violence now?" But as a descendant of a tomb robber who does not believe in God, it is not surprising to do such a thing. ”

Obviously has a numerical advantage, and he is also putting pressure on the other party with a human wall, but the tone of his words seems to be the weaker side. However, no matter how the words were embellished, the deep disdain contained in the young man's tone was still undisguised in the air.

The attitude he was showing now was undoubtedly a provocation to the tall lanky scribe, and it was clear that he was confident that he would be in an advantageous position no matter what the other party reacted to. Perhaps the most appropriate course of action at this point was to ignore him, but the lanky scribe's anger was clearly about to spiral out of control.

"What's going on with young people lately, it's in the process of assessment. The scribe who led the team took a breath and scratched his head as he said, "But since you have found it, you can't ignore it...... Let someone report to the Tower, and we'll stay nearby and see what's going on. ”

Most of the scribes who took the armed qualifying examination were young people and came from libraries in different regions, so occasional verbal or physical confrontations were uncommon. But even if conflict could easily erupt, no scholar had ever chosen to cause trouble in the field.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the other side was about to erupt, and if they were allowed to develop, it might turn into a private fight, he couldn't think of a good countermeasure. Your teammates don't have much strength left, and it may not be easy to stop them, so the safest thing to do is to notify the upper management.

Whether it was the sound of the rain affecting his hearing, or whether he thought his position was hidden enough, in any case, the two sides who were arguing had apparently not noticed the scribes approaching from behind. So the scribes sent out by the captain quickly bypassed their position and hurried to the central tower, while the few remaining people who remained there hid in the shed that would not get wet from the rain, watching the conflict from afar.

"Really...... That's embarrassing!"

Perhaps having reached the limit of patience, the tall and thin scribe's already deep voice rose sharply after muttering two words, and let out a slightly translucent high note. Along with the roar that blurted out, his fist tore through the air and swung it at the front of the other's face.

However, the scribe who was the target seemed to be prepared for this surprise attack, and lowered his body slightly to the left to get out of the trajectory of the tall and thin scribe's main fist. Despite this, his companion standing behind the young scribe was defenseless and was shot directly in the chest by the thin and tall scribe's fist.

"Whew!"

Only the muffled sound of the fist colliding with the flesh was heard, and the scribe who was hit was caught off guard and took a few steps back, but the soles of his feet slipped and fell to the ground. Obviously, the tall and thin scribe had used a lot of force to throw this punch, and the young man who had fallen to the ground could not sit up for a moment.

This punch was as if it was a unilateral declaration of war, which made the atmosphere suddenly become intense. When the tall and thin scribe defeated the opposing member, the rest of the opponent also moved, obviously trying to use the advantage of numbers to suppress him, and then beat him in the name of counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, what had been a verbal conflict erupted into a brawl, but the tall and thin scribe who was surrounded did not panic at all. One of them reached out to grab him, but he dodged it easily, and before the man could adjust his stance, his fist knocked him down.

Rather than being a scrivener, the tall and lanky scrivener's skillful movements make him more like a gang member who is good at street fighting. I saw him with light steps, dodging on the muddy field as if he were walking on the ground, but those who wanted to knock him down were knocked to the ground one by one.

Finally, after easily knocking down the opponents who were pressing forward step by step with the advantage of numbers, he rushed to the "ultimate target" who wanted to continue to find a place to avoid. I saw him fly up on one leg, and the young scribe, who was still arrogant and provoking him, was kicked to the ground.

- As if he had no intention of resisting.

I am afraid that this is really a premeditated trap, and the young scribe who was knocked to the ground deliberately provoked the tall and thin scribe from the beginning, and then made him unable to suppress his anger and move on to himself. Regardless of the difference in numbers, the fact that the tall and lanky scrivener made the first move and knocked everyone down was enough to put him in a disadvantageous position.

Hey, stop!"

Seeing that the tall and lanky scribe knocked the opponent's leader to the ground, and was about to pounce on it and make up for two more punches, the scribes who were hiding on the side finally realized that they could no longer watch silently. They ran out of the rain shelter where they were hiding, and rushed as fast as they could to the two who were still fighting.

"Stop, Sierra Leone, and Vitrio, what the hell are you doing here—do you know where this is!"

Just as they were about to rush forward to separate the two sides, the tall and lanky scribe was suddenly lifted up by "some force" and sat down on the ground. Turning his head to look in the direction where the shout came from, a man dressed in a high-ranking scribe's costume glared at the young men who had been in a mess.

At that moment, the captain of the scrivener seemed to see the tall and thin scrivener sitting on the ground squirm slightly, and seemed to whisper the words "I'm in trouble."