Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Knights of the Round Table headquarters, third training ground.

The last group of people recruited by the Knights were undergoing the second assessment here. Because Thomas and others did not stop it, the previous groups of people spread the content of the first assessment and it was known to the people in the area.

In addition to the strength assessment, each batch also has different answering questions in the first item. Some people are good at thinking and discussing with others what the profound meaning of such a move is.

In addition to the refugees and captured knights, people from four territories gathered in Arnold's territory. They all expressed their opinions, and the atmosphere of discussion became more intense.

This is not the case in other territories. Even joining the Knights requires these tests. They think it is very innovative.

The topic of knight recruitment has been going on for a long time. Invisibly, they are full of expectations and trust in the new knights of the Baron Mansion.

The 48 people stood on the field in twos and threes. The examiner did not come, and they each looked at the things on the field. The venue here has been specially reinforced, and the training equipment on the shelves is also carefully crafted. If you sell it, you can exchange it for hundreds of gold coins!

If they can be selected, they will be a member of the Knights, and they will naturally have the right to use all the equipment here. If you are lucky enough to get the guidance of someone from the Knights of the Round Table, your strength will surely improve rapidly.

This thought inevitably appeared in everyone's mind, and their eyes showed excitement.

After waiting for a while, the examiner still didn't show up. Everyone started to wonder why Malcolm Knight hadn't shown up yet after so long since the first test.

Just as they were waiting impatiently, a figure came from the entrance of the training ground.

"who is he?"

Some people couldn't help but ask their companions around them, is there such a character among the Knights of the Round Table? Or maybe a clerk doing odd jobs?

Someone frowned and thought, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said: "He is Knight Taylor, the youngest knight among the Knights of the Round Table. He is only seventeen years old but has second-level strength."

Compared to other Knights of the Round Table, Taylor's performance on the battlefield is less conspicuous, but he is also well-known because of the title of 'The Youngest Knight'. Well, it takes a lot of thinking to become familiar with him.

Taylor came to them pretending to be serious, stood still and said, "My name is Taylor, and I am your examiner for this assessment."

After a pause, he scanned the crowd and asked, "Who is Jessepher? Come forward."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked. People who knew Jessef cast their gazes somewhere on the field. Taylor followed their gazes and quickly found the target.

I saw a young man crossing the crowd and coming to Taylor. After saluting, he replied in a neither arrogant nor humble manner: "Sir Knight Taylor, I am Jessepher."

Taylor looked at the other person up and down unabashedly. Unnoticed by everyone, Malcolm, Anthony and others were always paying attention to this side, and their eyes also fell on Jesse.

Being watched by so many people, Jessefor felt invisible pressure. He rolled his eyes and glanced at one place, then quickly retracted and continued to look at Taylor in front of him.

"Hey, what a keen perception." Cliff was greatly surprised, because the direction Jessefor was looking at just now was exactly where they were.

"No, he didn't notice us. It should be his intuition. People who can be paid special attention to by the lord are indeed outstanding. It just depends on how hard that boy Taylor will make things for him."

Malcolm said with a cold expression.

Previously, at the Knights Hall, Anthony recommended Taylor for the position of examiner, but it was just his push.

Being favored by the lord is already a great compliment, and few of them have such an honor.

They made no sound and watched the scene on the training ground in silence.

Taylor withdrew his gaze and had a preliminary evaluation of Jesse in his mind. He said, "This test starts with you. I will fight you with first-level strength. If you can survive fifteen years in my hand, You'll pass in a few minutes."

fifteen minutes!

The others looked shocked, even if they suppressed their strength, it was still not something they could handle.

Jesseff heard something else, and asked, "Is it the same for everyone else?"

"No, it's just you. The others only need to survive 5 minutes."

Taylor acted very calmly. He observed Jesse's face and said, "Of course you can refuse. I will make you the same as them according to the rules."

Hearing this, Jessefor did not refuse immediately, but asked: "Excuse me, Knight Taylor, what is the difference?"

Taylor raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "If you choose the former, I will give you a gift in my own name. How about it, do you want to try it?"

The others' eyes widened. Although Taylor didn't say what the gift was, the identity of the Knight of the Round Table was there and he would not fool people casually.

Although they also want to try, it is difficult to take even 5 minutes, let alone 15 minutes.

Just look at the people in front of you and you will know that there are very few people who have passed the test, or those who could have passed the test but failed after choosing for 15 minutes will suffer a big loss.

"Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."

Jessef didn't hesitate too much. He didn't make this choice because of the gift Taylor said. From the abnormality of Knight Taylor in front of him and the sight he just noticed, it was all indicating that it was 'targeted' at himself.

He didn't know whether this was good or bad. The so-called choice was actually no choice. Even in 5 minutes, with the opponent's second-level knight's strength, he can easily use his first-level power to defeat him.

Of course, the premise is that the other party does this deliberately.

The remaining 47 people retreated to the sidelines and stared at the two people on the field with burning eyes. On the one hand, they wanted to see the strength of the Knights of the Round Table, and on the other hand, they wanted to see the reason why Jessefor was treated so special. Many of them looked at Something happened.

They even secretly guessed which knight of the Round Table had taken a fancy to him and set up this test. No one thought about the lord.

"Haha, it's so lively. Let's come and take a look, don't you mind."

A slightly frivolous voice came, and everyone turned to look, only to see a few people walking towards them.

"Cliff Knight, Anthony Knight, Frank Knight, and Malcolm Knight!"

Some people exclaimed that it was not easy to see so many members of the Knights of the Round Table at one time.

"Why are you here?"

Taylor was about to start fighting. He put down his sword and asked doubtfully.

On the opposite side, Jesseff looked at a few people, wondering if the sight he felt before was them?

Sure enough, he came for me.

"Just looking at you."

Malcolm spoke calmly, and then said to Anthony next to him: "Time it, fifteen minutes."

"no problem."

Anthony did not refuse, and smiled and said to the two people on the court: "You can start at any time."

A simple assessment has developed to the current situation, and even the dullest people have noticed that there is something wrong. They realize that this battle between the two is not just as simple as the selection of knights.

In the pavilion in the mansion garden.

Ron was lying leisurely on the armchair, playing with the black and white pebble ball in his hand. He would not have thought that just because of his casual words, it would affect the entire knight selection assessment.

Next to him, Harvey was holding a book in one hand and tinkering with a device while sweating profusely.

At this time, Ron stopped and said slowly: "Isn't it done yet?"

"Lord, Lord, please give me a little more time!"

Harvey pleaded.

At this moment, he felt excited and ashamed in his heart. What was exciting was that after the lord gave him the power, he only assigned him tasks. This meant that the lord valued him, and other people did not receive such treatment.

Ashamed that he had failed his lord and not finished.

But Harvey didn't give up. He felt there was still a little bit left, just a little bit.

Ron glanced at him and said helplessly: "Okay, you continue."

In fact, what he asked Harvey to do was very simple. Isn't the weather very hot? Ron thought that Harvey was a magician now, and he also asked Her Royal Highness for a targeted magic book to make an air conditioner. The same device should be readily available.

A purple-quality [Jidao Mage] doesn't just have to have hands.

However, Harvey disappointed him.

Ron glanced at him again, then continued to play with the pebbles in his hands.

On the side, Harvey quickly flipped through the magic books he got from the princess and Vivian, verifying them over and over again, trying to find his mistakes.

"Why can't it be used? Generating magic, ice and snow magic, wind magic, and stabilizing magic array."

Harvey muttered words and fell into a cycle of self-doubt. After a while, he showed a look of surprise and finally understood what went wrong. Then he immediately disassembled the device in front of him and carved the magic pattern on it again.

After a while, Harvey wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief. He activated the device, and a cool breeze blew towards Ron.

Feeling the comfortable and cool wind, Ron looked up and immediately showed a look of surprise. Sure enough, Harvey would not disappoint him. He had made a magic version of the air conditioner!

He sat up from the chair and felt it for himself. The effect was exactly what he wanted. Ron looked at Harvey and asked, "How long can this thing be used? Can the blowing intensity be adjusted?"

"I added an energy storage magic array to it. When the magic power is fully charged, it can be used for a whole day. As for the intensity of the blowing, I will add this function to it now."

Harvey was already very good at this. It was just a matter of adding another adjustment magic circle, which was a piece of cake.

Ron was satisfied that it could last a whole day. He waved his hand and said, "Just leave this one here. You can make a new one and send it to Melitoa's room."

With this, Melitoya won't come to touch his bed anymore, Ron thought.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Harvey took the order and left, then went to the blacksmith workshop to get the production materials.

Huhu~

It was so comfortable with the cold wind blowing in the hot environment. At this moment, Ron experienced it. It was not an ordinary feeling.

The heat in his heart seemed to be blown away by the cold wind. Ron could finally calm down and write the entries. He felt that the goods should be shipped today.

Sasha~

Several figures walked into the garden pavilion. Ron frowned when he heard the movement and put away the two pebbles.

The garden has not been landscaped yet, so no one will come.

Soon, Ron saw clearly that the people coming were Amelia and her group. From their conversation, Ron also understood the reason why they were here.

Amelia is knowledgeable and has a wide range of knowledge. She also knows a lot about some types of flowers and plants. She can give a lot of suggestions on the four-season garden pattern of the mansion. She has been to the first three gardens and this is the last one.

"Hey, Lord Lord, you are here too."

After hearing this, everyone also discovered Ron in the pavilion and the strange device beside him.

Everyone walked over quickly, Theresa said hello, her eyes fell on the 'air conditioner' next to her, and asked: "What is this? It's still blowing cold air, it's so comfortable."

Amelia is worthy of being a princess and has a lot of knowledge. She took one look and said: "This should be a magic prop, and it is not an ordinary magic prop. The baron is so generous."

Hearing this, everyone was surprised.

Vivian had a strange expression, and a guess appeared in her heart. She asked Ron: "Lord, can I see the structure of this thing?"

Ron nodded, "Okay, but if it's damaged, you have to pay for it."

Hearing this, Vivian felt shy and said softly with a slightly red face: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Ron: "???"

On the side, Amelia stared at Vivian with cold eyes, making her silent and afraid to speak, and then explained to everyone: "The energy storage core of this magic item is made of mithril, and it requires a lot of energy. A great blacksmith, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to achieve such perfect quality.”

".It is combined with other precious materials, and then the composite magic circle carved on it is the essence of this magic prop."

Hearing this, Vivian finally couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, do you know what kind of magic arrays are there?"

"There are three main types."

Amelia said lightly: "They are ice and snow, wind, and energy storage. The others are just nested within them. There are more than 500 formations on them, which are very delicate and complicated."

Gululu~

Vivian has already guessed who the maker of this magic prop is, not only her, but Amelia has also guessed it.

It has only been three days, and I have learned all the compound magic arrays. Is this just a human being?

Ron asked strangely: "The Olivia Empire doesn't have anything like this?"

Amelia shook her head.

"Then how do you escape the heat?"

"The Olivia Empire is located in the north, and the climate does not change much throughout the year, so there is no need to escape the heat."

Ron was silent.

Sure enough, all the good land was occupied by powerful countries.

"Your Highness the Princess has suffered, I will send one to your room later."

"Thanks."

Amelia smiled slightly, and then she gently glanced aside. Such a slight movement caught Ron's eyes, and he understood it.

He looked at Theresa and Joyce, "I will also have one delivered to your room."

Hearing this, different expressions appeared on the two people's faces.

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the other side.

On the training ground.

"Get up! Don't give up! Jessepher!"

The 47 people watching the game encouraged Jesse who fell to the ground. They could not count how many times Jesse was knocked down, but every time Jesse would stand up again. This kind of will impressed everyone and came from his heart. In my heart I want to cheer him on.

Three meters away, Taylor frowned. Jessefor's resilience really surprised him. If he could still get up, it would really be possible for him to survive fifteen minutes.

"Ahem."

The muscles on Jesse's body were trembling, as if they were about to fall apart at any time. He had tried his best to block Taylor's attack, but the pressure on him was too great.

Is this the strength of the Knights of the Round Table?

As expected, it is far beyond my comparison, but I passed this test!

In front of everyone, Jessef stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, and his amazing will infected them.

"As expected of the Lord's favorite person."

This thought came to Taylor's mind. When the opponent stood firm, he stepped forward with his sword. When he was about to attack Jesse, a sword shadow came from the side.

With a bang, Taylor's sword was hit to the side, and everyone looked over in shock.

Anthony stood up with his sword put away, looked at Jessefort with a determined expression, and said with a smile, "You passed."