Was he so frightened that he fell, or was he knocked over?

If you couldn't tell the direction, it was indeed possible to knock others over in a panic. After all, everyone was not scattered too far, and it really took a bit of luck to insist on sitting until the end.

Gud said it wasn't a matter of rejoicing or disappointment. Certainly, the fewer competitors, the greater the opportunity, but he would have to go through the subsequent tests alone. Before he could think too much, the officer had already taken the qualified candidates to another compartment.

The venue for the second test was not large either. There were still ten chairs placed in the room, but this time the form of the chairs had changed again.

They were arranged in a circle and fixed to a large iron ring. The iron ring had supports underneath, seemingly allowing it to rotate freely.

"Sit down in order," the examiner said expressionlessly, "The rules of the second round are similar to the first. Sit tight and hold on until the end."

This time, no one dared to say it was easy.

Everyone carefully climbed onto the iron ring and sat down according to their numbers.

With the command to start, two soldiers who had been waiting here came forward, grabbed the backs of the chairs, and pushed the circle – as Gud had expected, the thing slowly began to rotate with the chairs!

At first, everyone didn't react much, but as the speed increased, a feeling of discomfort quickly surged into their hearts.

However, the soldiers had no intention of stopping. On the contrary, at the officer's command, they worked harder to turn the ring. For a while, the only sound in the tent was the creaking of the chairs shaking, and Gud's vision became increasingly blurred.

The world was spinning!

This was the only feeling left in his mind.

The effects of the first illusion had not fully recovered, and the intense dizziness caused his stomach to churn, with acid almost reaching the root of his tongue!

What kind of assessment was this? Were the soldiers recruited by the army all monsters?

He gritted his teeth, trying to look at the soldiers turning the iron ring, but found that they were deliberately looking at the top of the tent, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the ring, and were only repeating simple movements with their hands, unaffected by the rotation.

This... this is unfair!

He shouted in his heart. Moreover, that person only said to hold on until the end, but didn't say the specific time – what if it rotated for half an hour? He was afraid he would faint in the chair!

Focusing his vision intensified the dizziness in his brain. Gud couldn't hold back the acid in his stomach any longer, and opened his mouth to spray it out directly!

"Ugh——————!"

The sour and smelly breath instantly rushed into his nostrils.

Like a chain reaction, his vomit caused others to vomit as well, and the smell in the tent became extremely terrifying for a time. Some splashing residue and semi-digested matter even stuck to his face.

"I... I can't do it anymore!"

"Stop... stop! Ugh—— I can't hold on!"

Gud finally knew why he had heard waves of vomiting outside the tent.

This was a bit too demanding, and more importantly, what was the meaning of this assessment? Was this really an army recruitment, or a trick to deliberately make fun of them?

Every breath was so difficult. He felt he might give up at any time, but until the iron ring finally stopped, he did not let go of the hand gripping the back of the chair.

Three participants remained.

A rare look of appreciation appeared on the officer's face. "Well done, you are one step closer to qualifying! Rest for five minutes. Starting from the third round of assessment, the difficulty will gradually decrease, just deal with it carefully."

But now no one would believe the other party's words. Everyone was facing a formidable enemy. After wiping their faces with their sleeves, they walked into the next compartment with gloomy faces.

Only this time, Gud found that the officer had not lied.

The third test was to crawl into a hollow ring and roll it from one end of the tent to the other using both hands and feet.

No one was eliminated.

The fourth test was to browse a set of strange pictures – the surface was covered with color blocks of similar colors, and they needed to point out the animal patterns hidden in them.

All passed as well.

And the doubts in Gud's heart became stronger.

The fifth test was a full-body inspection after taking off clothes, and the sixth test was to point out the direction of the arrow on a piece of luminous glass.

Although everyone's performance was different, the result was still passing.

While he was waiting for the next test, the officer took the three of them out of the tent. At this time, Gud realized that there was another small tent behind the door of the main camp tent, and black-clothed guards surrounded this area, as if there were important figures inside.

"Sir, what are we..." someone couldn't help but ask.

The officer raised the corner of his mouth. "I forgot to congratulate you. The assessment is all over. You have passed the preliminary screening. Wait here, and someone will entertain you later."

"This is just a preliminary screening? Then the treatment in the announcement——" Gud stopped halfway through his question. He was done for. The army certainly wouldn't welcome those who only came for the treatment, just like knights always had honor on their lips. Saying it so hastily would make him look like a greedy person in the other party's eyes.

However, the officer didn't show any displeasure. Instead, he looked at him seriously. "Do you need money very much?"

"I..."

"It's nothing. After all, the high salary of the First Army is known throughout Winterfell. In fact, I also joined the army because of this initial intention." The other party shrugged. "The answer is correct. The education subsidies, living allowances, and salary amounts written in the announcement will all be issued truthfully. The subsequent screening will determine how far you can go, not an excuse to deduct your rewards. As I said before, if you want to truly become a member of the army, you still have many things to learn."

Gud suddenly felt enveloped by a great happiness – he... was selected? The salary was even higher than Uncle Barney's, and the subsidies that were enough to support him and Rachel had all become a reality? In an instant, all the suffering in the tent didn't matter anymore. Recalling it even brought a hint of sweetness.

"Thank you, thank you, sir——!" He bowed repeatedly in excitement. "I will definitely strive to join the First Army as soon as possible!"

The other two were also excited and bent down, imitating his appearance.

"But there's one more thing I want to tell you. Indeed, many people come to the army with the idea of high salaries, but what really keeps them here is not the salary." The officer smiled indifferently. "There are more things worth pursuing here. When the time comes, you will find that the initial thoughts are not worth mentioning at all." He paused slightly, as if he had remembered something worth reminiscing about. "Okay, there are still many people waiting for the assessment later. We'll talk again when we have the opportunity."

So the other party was not a cold and taciturn, ruthless person.

Gud's heart couldn't help but stir. "Sir, since we have passed the assessment, can you tell us your name now?"

"I'm called Vanna."

After the officer finished speaking, he turned and walked into the main tent.

……

After that, qualified candidates emerged from the back door of the camp one after another, joining the waiting ranks.

The recruitment didn't end until the afternoon.

Gud counted. A total of sixteen "reserve soldiers" were selected that day.

The guards surrounded them, sandwiched them in the middle, and entered the last tent together.

The furnishings inside were very simple. There was nothing but a long table, but the guards seemed a little nervous. Gud felt that the breathing of the people around him had become a little rapid.

"Oh? These are the knight seedlings they selected?" A tall man standing next to the table looked at them with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Gud's heart trembled. What was he talking about? Knights?

Could it be that the First Army wanted to recruit knights!

How was that possible?

That was a title that only noble children with names and surnames could have.

With his identity, he couldn't even be selected as a squire!

"Aerial knights? I can tell that it's a name my brother came up with," then a melodious female voice entered his ears, "But they are far from that step. Let's take it slowly first. By the way, all of you go to the side and leave the open space in the middle for them."

"But..." the leading guard hesitated.

"It doesn't matter. I have people protecting me behind me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Your... Highness?

Before he could understand what was going on, the figures in front of him swayed open, and a woman with amazing beauty came into Gud's eyes. She had eyes as bright as gems, and a face as flawless as snow. Just one glance was unforgettable. If he could, he almost wanted to stare like this forever.

But he quickly forced himself to look away and lowered his head respectfully.

The woman's elegant gray hair indicated her identity.

Even new immigrants like him knew what that hair color represented.

That was the symbol of the Graycastle royal family.

And in Winterfell, only one woman had such blood.

Roland's sister, Tilly Wimbledon.

"Greetings, Princess Your Highness!"

Everyone knelt down.