Link stuck out his tongue.

There were countless people who had been teased by him since they were young. Although he felt bad about having such a fat uncle, and thought about apologizing later, he didn't take it as a big deal.

Accompanied by the two soldiers, he looked more closely at the brightly armored knights standing aside.

This is the first time he has observed a real knight so close!

And these knights are probably the knight mentors who will lead these apprentices on site in the future!

So cool!

When will I be able to wear such impressive armor?!

"Why don't you let me sign up?!" A loud voice broke Link's fantasy.

Everyone turned their attention to the front of the registration table, where a tall young man was shouting at a somewhat bald registration officer: "All my test scores are excellent, why don't you let me register?!"

The bald registration officer looked a bit old. He frowned when the young man called him, but he still said with a smile on his face: "Son, the profession of knight is not suitable for you. You should do something else useful."

Let’s do it!”

"Why?!" The young man was a little uncomfortable with so many people looking at him at the same time. His face turned red, but he still said loudly: "I obviously passed all the tests. You see, the strength test,

In the speed test, I got excellent scores, and..."

"No, no, you are mistaken, child." The bald registration officer looked at the young man with some pity: "The gods have given long-term peace to this continent. Now the people on the continent only need to rely on the feet of the gods.

There will no longer be wars, so what knights need now is not the skills to kill, but the elegant temperament and good conversation that can represent the glory of the empire, but do you have these?"

"But...but..." The young man's lips moved and his head lowered slightly, but he still wanted to argue unwillingly.

The bald registration officer seemed to have the potential to be a magician. He stood up, pointed at the well-dressed young people in a very pitiful tone and said: "Kid, look, the parents of these young people are all

Big merchants who make great contributions to the empire every year contribute tens of thousands of gold coins in taxes to the empire every year, and they have received a noble education since childhood and cultivated an elegant demeanor, so it is natural for them to enter the preparatory

Join the ranks of knights and become the knights who will show the glory of the empire in the future, but what about you? My child, what contribution has your father made to the empire? What kind of education have you received?!"

"But... but knights are not supposed to face everyone who is willing to devote themselves to justice..." The young man's voice became quieter, but he was still arguing.

"Really?" The bald registration officer was also a little angry. He turned to the knights standing over and said, "Go and ask the knights of the empire yourself. Is it possible for a gardener's son to become a knight?

Is there any knight mentor willing to bring up a gardener’s son? Don’t forget, your father is just a gardener!”

"Gardener, hahaha!"

"The gardener's son also wants to be a knight, hahaha!"

"Gardener... hahaha... gardener..."

The children of the merchants and the knights nearby all burst into laughter for a while.

The young man's face was so red that he was almost bleeding. He clenched and unclenched his fists, then tightened them again. Finally, he turned around and was about to walk away.

"Huh!" Two cold snorts rang out simultaneously among the pile of laughter, one came from the knight team, and the other came from Link.

"Don't go," Link ignored the surprised looks of the two soldiers next to him, took a step forward, and called to the young man.

He turned to the bald registration officer, his face covered with a gloomy look that should not belong to his age, and said coldly: "If the gardener's son can't do it, what about the blacksmith's son?!"
Chapter completed!