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Chapter 313: Chapter 313 - Screw you, Broken!

Chapter 313: - Screw you, Broken!



The selection event for the Knights and Regular Troops had begun. Broken sat on the stage, accompanied by Freya and Ivana, while a larger crowd than ever before gathered to witness the proceedings.

"I thought I specified that this was just a selection for guards," Broken remarked.

"They seem intrigued by the positive progress you've made, Broken," Freya replied. "And they're starting to realize that you actually keep your promises, especially when it comes to the pay."

Just then, Igor ascended the stage and bowed to Broken. "My Lord, are we ready to begin?" he asked.

"Igor, make sure only those who haven't participated in previous selections and those genuinely interested in becoming knights or troops step forward first," Broken instructed.

Igor returned to the lineup, though it was obvious that Broken's command stirred a storm of grumbling among the onlookers.

"I want to be a farmer! I'm talented and Baron won't regret it!" someone shouted.

"Follow the rules, or I'll have you all escorted out!" Igor declared firmly, his authoritative stance prompting the crowd to settle down and comply.

The first person stepped up onto the stage.

"My Lord, I have talent in sword fighting, and I'm confident you can rely on me for this job. I believe I have the potential to become an Imperial Knight in the future," said the man, appearing to be in his forties with a bald head.

Broken checked the man's status and found it disappointingly familiar. The man had no useful talents.

[Rumor Weaver (B) - Silver Tongue (B)]

Broken sighed. "I seem to recall saying that this selection is only for those who haven't participated before, and I distinctly remember you from a previous round."

"But, My Lord," the man persisted, "I believe you should evaluate me more thoroughly." "No," Broken replied firmly.

"My Lord!" the man exclaimed, trying to argue further, but Igor had already grabbed his arm and was pulling him away.

"My Lord, please reconsider! I can be a talented knight you can rely on," the man's voice trailed off as Igor dragged him away.

Freya laughed at the scene. "Good luck with the day, Mr. Baron."

"I'm ready for it," Broken said, steeling himself for dealing with such bothersome situations repeatedly throughout the day.

Broken continued to encounter peculiar situations throughout the selection process. One man insisted on becoming a knight even though his talents clearly marked him as a skilled farmer. Broken tried to offer him a farming job, but the man was adamant about following his heart and passion. Ultimately, Broken had no choice but to deny his request.

him.

"Are you serious, sweet girl? Are you ready to suffer for underestimating me? I will crush

you!"

"Yes, please, show me your strength," Anna replied calmly.

Whispers began to spread through the crowd as they anticipated the unexpected duel. The spectacle of a towering, brawny man facing off against one of the Baron's knights-a young girl with a small frame-had everyone buzzing.

"Why, Broken?" Freya whispered to him.

"I need a break. Let them fight for a bit," Broken replied, closing his eyes and leaning back.

However, just as he was about to relax, a sudden shout jolted everyone awake. The burly man was sent flying backward, propelled several feet by a single punch to the stomach from Anna. The crowd gasped in astonishment, and Broken's rest was abruptly cut short.

"Ah damn, I should have had Damir handle the hand-to-hand combat with that man. It would have taken longer," Broken sighed, knowing he had to continue with the selection process.

The selection process proceeded with... less than ideal smoothness. However, by the time evening rolled around, Broken had managed to recruit a satisfactory number of personnel. Out of roughly 40 candidates, a small portion showed potential to become Knights, while the rest were better suited for regular troops.

This outcome pleased him enough, though he was beginning to realize that expecting to continually uncover hidden gems in a place like this was overly ambitious. He was already fortunate to have found talents like Danko, Ingolf, Mortar, Anna, and Yara-they were

exceptional.

Broken stood before the newly selected knights and troops, but his attention was soon drawn to a figure approaching from a distance. It was Maylock, looking exhausted as he removed his

sunglasses.

"What's up? Did you manage to complete the Trial Domain?" Broken asked.

Maylock, with a weary face, simply nodded in response. "Yes."

"What's with the sour face, Maylock?" Freya asked, chuckling. "Shouldn't you be happy? It was the Trial Domain level 200, you must have gotten a big reward."

"I'm just exhausted. I feel like quitting the game," he replied quietly. "I wasted two days in that dungeon, but..." He sighed deeply. "Screw you, Broken." With that, he vanished from

their sight as he logged out.

"What happened to him?" Freya asked, turning to Broken.

"I don't know," Broken replied, showing no signs of feeling guilty.