CH 32

Recruitment (5)

social party.

It was different then.

Roman of that day was like a well-packed and colorful peacock as a nobleman, but now he was equipped with an armament that would be ready to go to battle.

The momentum was not serious.

People unwittingly gave way, and the crowds on both sides bowed their heads, not daring to look into Roman's eyes.

people's gaze.

people's reactions.

Roman took it for granted.

Hundreds of thousands of Daesan (十萬大山), which was recognized as a new heavenly horse.

Even when he slaughtered the factions that came in like waves and conquered Moorim.

Roman, or no, Baek Joong-hyeok lived as a ruler, so he knew what kind of attitude he had to show.

bum bum.

walked forward

People looked into each other's eyes.

it is incomprehensible

Guided by the rumors of Roman Dmitry, he applied for enlisted recruitment, but some people thought that he was too manpower for a general enlisted position.

However, when he met Roman in person, he had no choice but to take a different action than expected.

A natural atmosphere.

The attitude of taking for granted looking up.

He was a different being from the general public, and the men who were chattering could not say anything now.

Silence lingered.

Finally.

Roman stood in front of the people.

Seeing people over five hundred bow their heads towards him, Roman said in a calm tone.

"Raise your head."

It was an order.

People raised their heads.

Roman didn't do anything special, but people were already caught up in Roman's momentum.

"As stated in the announcement, I will take this opportunity to select 30 soldiers to fight for me. I have something to tell you before starting the test. I, Roman Dmitry, have no intention of living in a moderately-spent time in the territory of the outskirts. We will always fight to attain a higher position than we are now, and fighting at the risk of our lives in the process is an unavoidable fate. So, those who are willing to follow Me with a light heart, turn now. The moment you lose your neck on the battlefield, the only thing you should regret is not the resentment against me for driving you to the battlefield, but the regret of not watching the person I am standing on the continent's highest point.

" !"

people were astonished

Roman's speech.

I was arrogant.

Roman Dmitry, who was not the best on the continent, but whose heir position was at stake in the Dmitry family, said that he was the best on the continent in front of many people.

The problem was that there was no laughter. The charisma that Roman exudes and the firm attitude he shows created the illusion that such a thing could happen.

okay.

Roman's words are nonsense.

However, according to rumors and ideals, the people who came after seeing Roman could not turn back.

said Roman.

"If you pass the test and become mine. You will be able to live your life as a predator who can decide your own life. I, Roman Dmitry, promise me one thing."

That was the end of it.

Roman Dmitry takes a step back.

Finally.

It was the moment when the curtain of the test was rising.

* * *

There was no applause.

A feeling of suffocation.

Seeing the people who still couldn't take their eyes off Roman, Chris stepped forward and opened his mouth.

"From now on, I will tell you how to proceed with the first test."

Five hundred volunteers.

Lucas thought that the level of those who applied for enlistment was higher than expected, but by Roman standards, he was no different.

Most of the people probably couldn't even accept Chris' sword.

However, for now, it was best to save the soldiers through this method, and starting from the bottom was not an unfamiliar situation for Roman.

12 Come out of the cave.

Baek Joong-hyuk was the first to form a group.

Even then, there were only chaos by his side, but Baek Joong-hyuk confirmed only one value.

'What I want is a strong spirit. Those born with the heart of the beast will quickly become strong even if they start from the bottom. And only such people can be with me.'

the heart of the beast.

It is an innate talent.

Kevin, who raised his sword without hesitation at the command to cut off his arm, or Chris, who asked the victor how to become strong even after a terrible defeat.

Such was the case with the heart of the beast.

People with new breasts, no matter how strong they are, cannot guarantee victory in battles with other beings from birth.

30 people.

There are no conditions.

Even though he didn't know how to wield a sword, he wanted such a talent that he could hold a sword with his bare hands for victory.

said Chris.

"The method of testing is simple. When the volunteer stands in the designated position, the archer we prepared will fire three arrows at the volunteer. The arrow can either pierce the volunteer's body and inflict fatal wounds, or it can barely miss and pierce the plate behind his back. What is certain is that only those who did not move at all while all three arrows were fired can qualify for the first pass."

first exam.

It was a test to confirm courage.

* * *

The test started.

As the first applicant stepped forward, Morrison, who was in the second turn, couldn't hide his uneasiness.

'This is a test. Everyone is crazy!'

Morrison.

He was an ordinary commoner.

Having made a living as a miner in an iron mine, he thought that a job that covered him with dust every day was not suitable for him.

So I always wanted to be a cool knight like Chris. Without knowing how much blood and sweat the knights had to sweat before they got to the place, they fell in love with their manly delusions as they looked at their armor that was reflected in the sunlight.

to him like that.

Recruitment of enlisted soldiers was a golden opportunity.

Thinking that he could learn martial arts for an attractive salary of 8 silver, he quit his job and took the exam.

And of course.

Morrison had no intention of risking his life for the test.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'

bee bee.

trembled

It was scary.

Seeing the archer feeding arrows to his bow, he only wanted to deny the reality that would soon befall him.

'How the hell are you supposed to trust that archer? Even if you're a sharp shooter, you can't always be perfect, and the cost of your mistakes can be your life. I don't want to die. The reason I took the test is to get a chance to become a knight while training as a soldier, but I have no intention of dying in vain!'

"Whoop, whoop."

exhaled harshly.

The first applicant stood in the designated position.

Like Morrison, Morrison glanced at Roman's expression as he looked at the nervous applicant.

it was dull

as if nothing happened.

Seeing that he was not worried about the accident at all, Morrison turned to the happy circuit.

'okay. This is a simple test. No matter how much Roman Dmitry wants a brave soldier, he doesn't want people to die during the test. Perhaps the archer who conducts the test is a very talented person, and he will never make a mistake. That's right. With common sense, no one would follow a killer who puts people to death in a test for recruiting soldiers.'

clasped hands and opened them

sweat was plentiful.

When I first heard the way the test was conducted, I thought it was extreme, but after thinking about it, I realized that Chris had deliberately put people in fear.

Fear comes from imagination.

Even if the archer shows off his skills during the test, from the moment Chris warns that he might lose his life, the applicants have no choice but to take the test in fear.

It's a mental battle.

If he believed in the fact that nothing would happen and endured, he was sure that the arrow would surely miss.

'Are you going to proceed with the test while looking at the blood ignorantly?'

I was relieved.

The moment you take a deep breath.

puck!

"Great!"

The first volunteer fell to the floor screaming.

first step.

embedded in the plate at the back.

However, the second arrow went off-path, and gracefully pierced the first volunteer's thigh.

puck!

"Great!"

The applicant collapsed.

The strong man fell to the floor and screamed, and blood gushed like a fountain from the part the arrow had pierced.

Drops of red blood dripping all over the place.

Chris and other waiting troops rushed to treat the volunteer, but from the moment they saw the blood, Morrison and the other volunteers' faces turned pale.

they saw

An arrow that pierces the thigh.

Archers were not marksmen.

If the arrow had pierced the head rather than the thigh, the volunteer would have died instantly.

" crazy.

"Are you really going to be prepared to be shot?"

"This is nonsense."

People were agitated.

As they looked back and looked at each other, Chris, who was treating the applicant, laughed inside.

'As expected.'

first turn.

It was planned.

The archer was a well-known marksman in the vicinity, and the first man to apply knew that his thigh would be pierced.

Still, I was determined to take the test.

He promised in advance that he would shoot an arrow at an area that was not moderately fatally injured, and Roman paid a huge compensation in return.

It was a good deal.

Falling to the floor and screaming and squawking was also what Roman demanded in return for the deal.

Chris checked the condition of the injured person and was able to confirm that it wasn't a serious injury as planned.

But.

He deliberately showed a serious expression.

As if it was a very dangerous wound, he treated the wound with urgent hands.

'As the master said. We can't find people with the conditions we want by mere verbal threats. That's why I need to show you that you actually risk your life. only one accident. Even if it only happens once in a hundred, applicants will be intimidated by the 1% chance.'

The horror device doesn't end there.

one in a hundred.

There will be four more victims in the future, and that will keep the tension of the applicants until the end.

moved the injured.

Blood dripped to the floor as the wounded was carried on the stretcher, and Morrison's face, which had been determined until recently, turned pale.

he thought to himself. Since this kind of accident happened from the first turn, he said that he might make a safety device or change the way the test was conducted.

But.

The reality was harsh.

next.

Chris' words.

As he sang the next turn, wiping the blood off his hands, Morrison closed his eyes tightly on the spot.

waiver declaration.

heard a white flag

Seeing that, Chris clicked his tongue.

It seemed that those who were not born with the heart of a beast would not be able to even pass the first test easily.

"The second turn will be treated as the applicant gave up. Those who are afraid of getting arrows into their bodies, give up even now. Even if an arrow gets stuck in his body, if he clenches his teeth and endures, he will be able to earn the qualifications of successful applicants. So, you cowards, get out of this exam right now!"

first test.

The test started now.