I don't know if Kevin blurted out a sentence that offended the Assassin President, but the Assassin President ignored Kevin and walked away. The rest of the bunch of things, including personnel, funds, plans, etc., were all gone, and only a small building with nothing and the title of director of the bureau was given nothing.

Kevin was uneasy, but he didn't dare to chase after the Assassin Guild leader, so he waited for two days. After thinking about it, he felt that waiting was definitely not the way to do it, the Troublemaking Bureau was subordinate to the Assassin Guild, and the Assassin President was his immediate boss, and it was impossible to bypass him in anything.

Helpless, Kevin had to bite the bullet and ask: "President, ...... about personnel?"

The Assassin President looked up at him, but did not speak.

Kevin coughed dryly: "Little Spoon is an excellent assassin, a time-tested warrior, loyal, brave, and witty, she and I have also cooperated many times, cooperated tacitly, and completed the task well." There is no misdeed or stain other than a failed mission to assassinate a certain bard. ”

Assassin President: "......"

"I think we need that kind of talent. Kevin's expression was serious and unsmiling.

The Assassin President picked up the teacup and took a sip of water: "......"

Kevin stopped talking, waiting for the Assassin President to answer. The two were at a stalemate for a long time, and the Assassin leader finally spoke: "Your acting skills seem to be superb?

Kevin replied seriously: "I have my own rehearsal beforehand, and I am a minstrel after all, and in the end, if I really want to laugh, I will secretly pinch my thigh." ”

"Oh?" the Assassin Leader came to his senses and pinched Kevin's thigh, "Is that so?"

"Oh...... Oh...... Be...... Yes. Kevin gasped as he choked.

"Oh...... Yes...... President, I was wrong. Kevin subconsciously admitted his mistake.

"What's wrong with you?" the president was surprised.

"I ...... I'm not wrong!!!" Kevin finally let out a scream.

After a long time, the assassin president had enough fun, and sat back in his seat: "Okay, you can find the personnel problem yourself." If you find it, just give me a list. You know a lot of big guys, so figure it out for yourself. ”

"Yes," Kevin rubbed his thighs quietly, "That's ......"

"Isn't it necessary to have a plan to allocate funds, do you have a plan?" the Assassin Director asked rhetorically.

"No," Kevin panicked, "then I'll go first." ”

"Wait a minute," the Assassin leader said, standing up and taking off his shirt, revealing his muscles, "come, play a game!"

Kevin retreated again and again: "No, I'm not strong enough, I can't see what clothes you are wearing......"

But where would the Assassin President pay attention to this, so on this day, Kevin couldn't help but have a butt and limped back in the evening......

The next day, Kevin immediately came to the Pegasus Knights and directly invited Little Spoon to become an official member of the Troublemaker's Bureau. Little Spoon was glad to accept this, but when asked what he was going to do next, Kevin could only reply: "Let's continue to raise horses first." ”

"It still doesn't make a difference. Little Spoon was a little dissatisfied, and could see that she was already very irritable with the horses.

"Let's go to General Fiora and ask for a flying horse. "Kevin is also hot-headed, thinking that I am also the director, I should be able to have a conversation with the big guy, and if the conversation fails, I will be a butt, don't be afraid!

Immediately, Kevin couldn't help but pull the small spoon and came to the door of the general's room, paused at the door, and thought about the lines. Then he resolutely knocked on the door: "General!"

"Come in. A voice rang out at the door.

The two pushed the door in, but saw the general leaning against the window, looking up at the Pegasus training in the sky, and the two did not look back at them when they entered the door. Kevin coughed dryly twice and spoke: "General, the Strategic Affairs Bureau has been established, and Little Spoon is already a full member." But for the time being, she'll still serve here. ”

"Do you need a special report on this little thing?" Fiora just glanced at them, "You want horses?"

"Yes," Kevin also admits frankly, "at the moment there is a lack of combat power to make trouble, and it would be of great help if there was a Pegasus." ”

"I've always wondered, what do you want Pegasus for?" Fiora asked.

This question made Kevin stop asking, whether it is an assassin or a troublemaker, does it really need this kind of high-intensity air combat? From the point of view of the assassin, of course, the better the given, the better, but from the other party's point of view, it is obviously not very happy. Kevin can certainly make up some special situations and tasks that must be completed by Pegasus, but it is obviously impossible to convince the other party with this.

"If you really want to fight in the air, you can also find a relatively low-level Dragon Eagle unit, and the requirements for riding are lower. It's true that they're not as strong as us, but they're good enough for most missions," Fiora continued, "and it's understandable that he wants a batch of Pegasus in essence, in essence, to leave something good for his daughter." But at the moment, there really isn't any extra Pegasus for you, and it's impossible to dismantle the combat establishment for you, right?"

Kevin was helpless, but he was not too surprised. It was so easy to get, the Assassin Guild had already asked for it, and he was only here to try his luck.

"But," said the little spoon, "I've been raising horses for so long, and I know a few horses that I never train. ”

"There are a few older Pegases, but they are not retired and are still in our formation," Fiora explained, "just as a cavalryman has several horses, and we Pegasus knights have a few Pegasus, and it is normal to keep a few of them." But this is a reserve, and it can't be given to you casually. ”

"If you don't want to keep a horse, you can leave at any time," Fiora just raised his hand, "Your dad forced you over, and it was difficult for me to do it, if you are willing to go, then it is better." ”

Kevin frowned as he listened to it, but it was hard to say anything. The little spoon looked at her a little confused, and Kevin could only sigh lightly and pat her on the shoulder: "Or, forget it?"

Little Spoon thought about it, but resolutely turned his head: "No, General, I think I'm good enough to become a Pegasus Knight!"

Kevin hurriedly followed: "Yes. The meaning of the little spoon is that we should not be asked what we want to use Pegasus, but whether we have the ability to become a Pegasus Knight. ”

"What a mess," Fiora said, a little impatiently, "Kevin, shut up for me, little spoon." ”

Little Spoon stepped forward, "I'm just a good person, I think I can be a good Pegasus Knight." If you don't even want a good person, wouldn't this unit be weird?"

General Fiora: "......"

After the little spoon finished speaking, he was a little weak and took another step back. Sneaking a look at Kevin, only to see Kevin giving her a thumbs up.

Little Spoon spoke again: "The assassin himself has multiple identities, and the identity of one of the Pegasus knights is also very normal. If the army needs to have my mission, I can also participate. Unless it conflicts with other tasks, that ...... Then analyze the specific situation on a case-by-case basis. ”

General Fiora knocked on the table, "Are you good enough?"

"Yes. The little spoon was a little quiet, but it was said anyway.

Kevin couldn't help but want to speak, but was glared at by Fiora and hurriedly closed his mouth. Fiora turned to his adjutant and ordered: "The whole regiment assembles!

"Yes!" the adjutant had to order out.

"Look how good you are. Fiora replied lightly, and then walked out of the room as well.

Kevin and Little Spoon were left in the room, and Little Spoon couldn't help but nervously grab the corner of Kevin's clothes: "I feel like something is going wrong." ”

Kevin waved his hand: "It's okay, now the problem is simpler." You just need to be really good enough to get a horse. If it's not good enough, then we'll forget it. Put your mind at peace. ”

Little Spoon nodded, and the two of them quietly analyzed a wave, guess what the competition will be? If it is said that the ground foot battle, then it is difficult for the masters of the same level here to win against Little Spoon. After all, it would be a bit difficult to let the Pegasus Knight dismount and fight the assassin alone. But when it comes to air combat, it would be too unfair for the little spoon to not even have a horse.

The two didn't dare to discuss it for too long, so they hurriedly followed out and trotted all the way to the training ground. By this time, the sergeants had finished their formation, everyone in the field was solemn and silent, and General Fiora was sitting on the high platform. Kevin and Little Spoon seemed to be out of place again, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go around the edge of the field until they reached the general.

"You two are too slow! This is not the place for you to fall in love. General Fiora spoke in a bad tone.

Kevin thought to himself that I am not from your unit, but since the other party is too strong, and this is a public place, he also bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Today, our regiment has a martial arts competition, which was decided temporarily, as an army, ready to fight at any time, and it is also normal," General Fiora began to speak, "but today there are two people, the action is procrastinating, obviously the first to get the news, but the last to arrive!"

Kevin was startled, thinking to himself, am I included?

"You're not in our unit, so forget it. Little spoon, what do you say?" Fiora glanced at Little Spoon.

Kevin hurriedly stepped forward: "Ahhh I just grabbed her, so she was slow to come. But because the general said, I'm not your unit, so forget it, so forget it...... bar. ”

Sergeants: "......"

Little Spoon still coughed dryly: "I am willing to accept the punishment." ”

General Fiora sneered: "Write this down first." Now let's compete first, and if you're not good enough, then you'll be punished. Even if you want to leave the army, you will have to be punished before leaving. ”

"Yes!" replied the spoon.

The general stopped talking nonsense and announced the rules of the competition: "The object of this competition is all sixth-order warriors." The subjects of the competition are mainly ground subjects, mainly anti-vertigo, bow and arrow shooting, sprinting, long-distance running, eyesight, and finally ground fighting. ”

"All sixth-order warriors are out of line!" At the sound of an order, more than twenty female warriors ran out of the queue. Each is heroic and cool, and the instrument is extraordinary.

Kevin didn't have anything to do at this time, and he couldn't help but look around. Not far away, a sign caught his attention, which read: "People are on horses, people are dead." ”

Kevin wondered in his heart, although Pegasus was precious, but it seemed to be a bit too much. Fiora caught a glimpse of Kevin's eyes and already knew what he was thinking: "Don't look, that sign is for horses." ”

Kevin: "......"

On this side, an order was given, and the competition officially began. The little spoon also walked into the middle of the field, the first subject - anti-vertigo.

More than a dozen huge circular racks were lifted out of the field, and people entered without any fixtures, only supported by hands and feet. Magically driven, it gradually increases at a rate of 10 revolutions per second.

There is nothing fancy about the competition, everyone is on the shelf, and they start to speed up synchronously, and flip from time to time, who can't stand it, who falls, and the last person who has been left has fallen, that is naturally the first. Others are ranked separately by time.

15 revolutions, 20 revolutions, 30 revolutions per second...... The speed began to increase gradually. Kevin had difficulty seeing the human form, and had become transparent by turning too fast. Suddenly, the steering changed from a horizontal rotation to a longitudinal rotation......

Suddenly three people fell from above...... After another moment, another ...... fell Kevin could only stare at the position of the little spoon seriously, and he couldn't tell who was who, but he remembered the location. Some people have already fought with vindictive energy and turned into a glowing disc.

One by one, they fell, but the little spoon never burst into vindictiveness. All the sergeants couldn't help but change color slightly, and they were all worried that they would have died on it, because the corpse was stiff, so they could still hold on?

Kevin couldn't help but be secretly worried, not so worried that she would die. It's just that there are so many subjects in this competition, and the consumption on the first subject is too large, will it be inappropriate?

40 rpm, 50 rpm...... The mechanical sound of the disc was already clearly audible, as if the machine was also about to reach its limit, and there were still the last two people left on the turntable to hold on. And the little spoon still didn't shine......

"Stop!" said Fiora, "it's going to be too long, and the two of them are tied for first place in this subject." ”

The disc slowly stopped, and the little spoon and another master staggered down, their hair standing on end, and their whole body stiffened, and they didn't dare to move for a while. Kevin hurriedly wanted to go down and take a look, but was stopped by Fiora: "Your illusion can help her reduce her fatigue, but it's not fair." You give me to stand here. Sixth-order warriors weren't so vulnerable. ”

"Yes. That's all Kevin could say.

After a ten-minute break, the bow and arrow burst began. Each person is issued a Space Ring, which contains 20 normal arrows, 20 wind-based ranged arrows, 20 burst arrows, 20 ice arrows, and 20 piercing arrows. There is a slight difference in the shooting method of the arrows, you need to shoot all the arrows in the shortest possible time and hit the target as much as possible.

At this time, people who have just fallen down early have an advantage, because they have rested longer and their minds are clearer. As an assassin, Little Spoon didn't know how to practice this technique.

Sure enough, in this round of shooting, the small spoon moved the slowest and hit relatively low. But before she finally came down, everyone thought it was already good.

After that, sprinting was an Assassin's forte. In an instant, he shook off the second place three or five meters away and easily won the first place. After the long-distance run, the little spoon still played well, easily throwing off the second place three to five hundred meters away. For the Assassins, there is a more systematic study of how to save fighting energy, and the small spoon only shines on two legs the whole time, which also amazes everyone.

After a long run, the competition involves having everyone stand on a high pole and then look down at the underground grass to find the grasshoppers that are constantly jumping. After finding it, it is necessary to report the location through the direction and coordinates.

This is a bit of a bully, and the little spoon has not learned their coordinate method, so naturally he can't report it. You can only use your fingers: "There! I see it!"

Everyone: "......"

After the eyesight comparison, there is only one last item left, and there is no need for hearing and the like, and the wind is strong in the air, so I basically can't hear anything. The competition is also conducted according to the specialty, so there is no need to repeat everything.

In the blink of an eye, it was the final subject, ground fighting, but this was the least suspenseful battle. For Pegasus Knights, it was a battle of last resort after an accidental fall, while for the Assassins it was specialized. This gap is so big that it even loses the meaning of the battle.

is also a sixth-order warrior, competing in marksmanship. The little spoon was obviously skilled and experienced, and the one on the other side seemed to be a recruit who couldn't hold a gun compared to her. After almost a few rounds, he hung "color" all over his body, and he really didn't have the face to stay on the stage. The referee is also a member of the Pegasus Knights, and he also wants to point out his own people, so he can't open his eyes and tell nonsense.

And what's even more tragic is that Little Spoon gradually figured out their marksmanship, all of them are a group, almost a way. The last person came to the stage to fight, and was directly "killed" by a small spoon with a shot, and then walked off the stage with a depressed face.

"The competition is over," the referee announced, "according to the statistical results, anti-vertigo is the first, sprint is the first, long-distance running is the first, ground fighting is the first, and four of the six subjects have been first." So the winner of this contest is ......"

The referee suddenly sweated, and she didn't know what the name of the little spoon was: "Yes...... It's this warrior!"

The whole army applauded and congratulated the soldier in unison. The other sixth-order warriors of the competition returned to the queue one after another, and the little spoon had no queue, so he could only come to the general again, his hair was still unkempt, and his body was covered with sweat.

"Very well, you have a horse!" the general finally nodded in the affirmative.