In one of the barracks of the Paladin's garrison, several warriors with majestic manners were laughing loudly, especially the giant-like Mongo, who laughed wildly and pounded his chest enough to make the reservist teenagers who thought they knew him stunned.

Obviously, Mongo in front of his own brother was far less strict than usual.

There was only one person here who was not smiling, and was shaking his head helplessly.

He really couldn't laugh, and he was the one who made everyone laugh.

"Alright, alright, you're enough! That kid is like a ghost, and he's so well prepared, believe it or not, you have to be like me?"

It's good that this person didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the few who had barely held back just now burst into laughter again, and Mongo laughed the most.

Mongo forced a smile, raised his hand and pointed at the other man and said, "Hank, poof—look at your shoulder." ”

Seeing that Mongo looked unbearable again, Hank turned his head to look at his shoulder, and suddenly his nose was crooked.

I saw that his silver shoulder card had turned pink, which was even more pink than the cherry blossoms in early spring. But he was sure that just a minute or two ago, he didn't have these colors on his shoulders, they had just popped up.

Hank was stunned for a moment, then his whole face changed color, and he screamed and pounced on Mongo, shouting, "It's red pomegranate juice!

The others didn't move, laughing louder than before, and they didn't care at all as Hank pounced on Mongo.

Mongo grinned, didn't make any extra movements, and directly stretched out his arm to hold Hank's face down.

Poor Hank and Mongo are both third-class warriors, but they are Isaac mountain people, and they are naturally tall and strong.

was pressed by Mongo's outstretched arm, and Hank wanted to jump up and kick angrily, but he couldn't touch the other party.

"I ...... I...... I ......"

Hank was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he also knew he couldn't do anything with Mongo.

If he really drew his sword against him, he wouldn't be afraid of Mongo, but he played like this...... He suffered so much.

"Okay, you can do it......! The new armor I just changed to, it's ruined like this......"

Everyone was speechless for a while, and Hank almost didn't really squeeze out his tears.

But it's really interesting to think about, the mighty and handsome silver armor turned pink, and they really look forward to it when they think of what Hank will look like when he goes out to meet people.

But now, to say that the armor was destroyed is purely this guy's deliberate exaggeration there.

Mongo grinned and pierced Hank mercilessly, "I remember that red pomegranate juice only lasts for three hours, right?"

The juice of the pomegranate is extracted from the fruit called the pomegranate, but its greatest function is not for drinking, but for writing. And because the color of the red pomegranate juice can only be stored in the air for about three hours, this kind of thing will be used to write secret texts at special times. It's just that there are so many means of secrecy now, and there is not much chance that red pomegranate juice will actually be used.

"You know what?" Hank rolled his eyes and said, "Three hours? Three hours, that's when I turned pink, okay, it wasn't just my shoulders that got drenched...... it!"

The sacred temple warrior in the eyes of the world directly scolded his mother at this moment, and he reacted violently.

The bucket of water wasn't just poured on his shoulders!

Hank ran wildly down the hallway, and there was a mirror in the room that went out there. But even though he hadn't seen it yet, he had already thought about what he was, and he understood why those bastards were laughing so well.

But just as he rushed to the door, a person also happened to walk in, and the two of them almost didn't bump into each other.

Hank only felt a big hand pressed on his face, and before he could figure out that Mongo was not in this direction, how could anyone still use this way to deal with him, he felt a huge force coming from that hand, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably.

It's so good this time, not only was he covered his face again, but he was even knocked out by someone with more strength and reappeared, who is this who can't get along with him?

Hank adjusted his posture in mid-air, and only waited for the landing to settle accounts with the other party, but coldly saw who the person he bumped into was, and the whole person wilted.

Smack!

Hank was honestly slapped against the wall, and anyone here could tell that he did it on purpose, but not one of them was laughing at his wolf bèi, though ...... It's all like it's suffocating.

"Deputy Commander!"

Several warriors saluted at the same time, and even Hank, who had just slipped off the wall, turned over and stood still, and he was able to make a stern face.

But to their surprise, the other party's excuse did not come out.

Including Hank, they looked over in amazement, and saw Andrew frowning at his palm, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, it didn't touch me." ”

"Hahaha!"

Except for Hank, who was stunned, everyone else couldn't help but laugh wildly.

Their deputy head of the regiment, that is, Andrew, smiled slightly. Although he is still not angry, he is no longer as imposing as when he first walked in, and people feel that their whole body is going to be crushed by pressure just by approaching him.

Andrew motioned for Hank to come over and said, "You have a nice face, it's beautiful." ”

"I ...... Thank you, Deputy Chief, for your compliment. ”

Hank was almost crying now, and he was 100% sure that half of his face was pink.

Why is it half because he is too powerful.

At that time, the bucket of red pomegranate juice was just after his vindictive spirit exploded, when the old force had just gone to the new force before it was born. Ordinary people are already helpless at this time, but Hank is very powerful, and he managed to dodge in this situation, although only half of the success......

"Deputy Commander, I might as well get drenched......

Hank's crying words alone weren't too harsh, but combined with his yin and yang face that was white and pink, even a super master like Andrew couldn't stand it.

In order not to laugh out loud, Andrew simply twisted his head to the side and asked a little sternly, "Let's get down to business first, what are the test results of rookie Jerry?"

"I ......"

Hank almost didn't take a breath again, he said to himself that my face is like this, and I still need to ask. But he didn't dare to talk to Andrew like that, so he had to answer honestly: "The test has passed, and he has passed." Deputy regiment commander, I strongly recommend that he be assigned to our ninth squad, hehe, when the time comes...... No, our team will definitely train him well!"

One of the fighters immediately laughed and said, "Haha, little powder, you just want to clean him up, right?"

Hank's eyes stood up, and his face was selfless: "Nonsense, am I Hank that kind of person?" Wait, who is your boy's name, come on, come on, let's fight for 300 rounds!"

"Come on, I'm still afraid of you. Anyway, I admire that little guy a lot, so it's better for me to let him follow me if I win. The man laughed.

"Humph!"

Before Hank could respond, Andrew snorted coldly, and neither of them spoke.

Andrew said, "Bring Jerry Harry in, I've got a plan for who he's going to be assigned to." ”

The deputy head of the regiment spoke, and the others naturally didn't dare to argue about anything, even Hank lowered his head and agreed quite respectfully, but it seemed that his head was hanging a little too low.

Jerry stood outside the door, in front of him two heavily armored sword guards.

Neither of them squinted, but as soon as Jerry made the slightest movement, two sharp gazes would immediately catch up.

Although the current Jerry has successfully advanced to the warrior level, and his combat power is not weak because of his strong accumulation, he knows that he doesn't need to try to know that he is afraid that he will not be able to move even three moves in front of these two.

He couldn't tell what level the other party was, but he could sense that sharp murderous aura, which only those who had really been on the battlefield and experienced bloody battles could have.

In addition to the few Templar warriors he had already met, the only one who had given him this feeling was Uncle Karl, the captain of the guard at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

The farther he went on the path of a warrior, the clearer he felt the huge gap between the ranks. Before, he didn't feel much about Uncle Karl, but now he felt more and more unfathomable. Judging from his current perspective, I'm afraid that even Mongo is a little worse than Carl.

Just as Jerry was reminiscing about his days at the foot of the Holy Mountain, someone came out to pick him up.

To Jerry's surprise, the warrior was so kind to him that he almost never believed in a word that he almost never believed in was instant encounter.

This warrior's name is Mike, and it's the kind of name that if you just find a place to howl, someone will definitely come out in response, and maybe a lot of people will come out.

Mike gave Jerry the way and talked to him very enthusiastically: "Haha, my captain and I are very optimistic about you." ”

Now Jerry doesn't even know the slightest bit about the specific situation of the Paladin Legion, after all, as long as they don't officially join one day, they are still outsiders, and this information is classified.

With Jerry's side-kicks on one side and Mike's enthusiastic answers on the other, he got a rough idea of the size of the Paladin's legion.

As he had imagined, the paladin legion under the command of Saint Catherine had not yet taken shape, and the scale was not too large now.

The supreme commander of the regiment itself is the regimental commander, and under him are two deputy regimental commanders.

The two deputy commanders each have ten squads, of course, the squads are only temporary, and one day they may become a huge team. But for now, at least, it can only be called a squad, as each team has less than a hundred people.

Mike is in the ninth squad, and he himself is the vice captain, which surprised Jerry, who originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary fighter.

But what surprised him even more was that listening to the meaning of Mike's words, it seemed that he had already decided which team he would be assigned to, and the captain of that team was still an acquaintance of his.

"Who could it be?"

Jerry was about to ask, but Mike stopped.