Deep in the woods.

The group rode to a halt in a clearing.

"Here it is."

A middle-aged man with a beard in the lead said in a deep voice.

"Check around and make sure no one else stumbles in."

Hearing his words, several young men rolled out of their horses and quickly disappeared into the woods.

After a long time, several young people returned to their original places.

"Sir, it's very secluded, and we'll send someone to guard the area when it starts later." Someone replied.

"Very good, Mr. Commander attaches great importance to this selection, the Knights need some fresh blood, but we can't lower the selection criteria because of this."

"How many candidates are there this time?"

"Two."

"Good." The middle-aged man nodded, "You'll be in charge of guiding them into there for a while, remember to be careful not to let them see the flaws." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Lehard."

The young man was a little excited, "I take the liberty of asking, sir, which page are we using for this selection?" ”

Listening to his words, the people around him also pricked up their ears.

"Is this something you can inquire about?"

The middle-aged Lehard raised his beard and pretended to be angry.

"Haha, sir, we're curious too."

Young people don't care.

"After all, that's how we came step by step."

He looked around, "Don't say you're not curious. ”

The young man pointed to one of the black guys in a hat, "Ryerson, what page was selected when you were selected?" ”

The black guy known as Ryerson smiled, glanced at Lehard, and when he saw that the latter was unresponsive, he grinned and raised a finger.

"Page one."

"Oh?"

"Everyone is interested."

"What kind of story is that?"

"The Frog Prince."

The black guy replied, followed by a pained look on his face.

"Damn, it took me a long time to forget about that huge, ugly, pus-ridden toad......"

"Hell, you reminded me of this horrible experience again."

Judging by the expression, he was clearly not joking.

"Haha." The crowd burst into laughter.

"I remember that in the story of the frog prince, it was not all terrible monsters, and the time when the prince turned into a monster was really unforgettable."

"But there's a lovely and kind princess in the story."

Someone said.

"Oh my God!"

Ryerson let out an exaggerated cry, "Look what you mentioned, princess, damn it, I don't want to hear that word again." ”

"He succeeded in destroying all my illusions about princesses."

"At first, I thought I could spend a romantic night with this beautiful princess, but it turned out ......"

Ryerson shuddered.

"Oh my God! Can you imagine the feeling of a dense pustule crackling and falling on your body? ”

"Stop, stop talking!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

At that moment, someone suddenly asked, "Which of you chose page 12 during the examination?" ”

"Page 12? What kind of story is that? ”

"Cinderella."

"Wow, the crystal slipper, that sounds pretty good."

Everyone looked at each other, but they all shook their heads.

"What's wrong? Is there anything special about this story? ”

The first to ask shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't know."

"When a friend of mine was taking the test, it happened to be this story, and no one knew what he went through in the story."

"Anyway, after coming out of there, he started to like men."

"Oh, poor boy."

Someone sighed, "He may have hurt his ass from the princess's crystal slipper......"

Thinking of that terrible picture, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

"Alright, shut up, boys."

"Go down to business, prepare in advance, and our assessment will begin."

Lehard stopped the crowd from frolicking.

"But sir, you haven't told us the page numbers drawn for this test?"

"It's a secret!"

Lehard glared, "I can only tell you after the assessment begins, and you are not allowed to say a word about the guys who participated in the assessment." ”

"Don't worry, sir."

Everyone looked straight and said in unison.

Lehard nodded in satisfaction.

"Are the rules still the same as every year?"

Someone asked.

Lehard nodded.

"Killing monsters, we can judge the comprehensive strength of the assessor based on this, but his choices and judgments throughout the process can see his character and character."

"For the Knights of the Round Table, this is an even more important point."

"I hope you can keep it in mind."

"Alright, let's get ready."

Listening to Lehard's order, the crowd began to get busy.

"Matt."

Lehard called out softly, "Bring those two children over and get ready." ”

"Be careful, be careful."

The young man known as Matt nodded, and it wasn't long before he brought in two young men with a nervous expression.

On the arms of the two men was embroidered a shield with a brown background and some wooden textures on it.

The top half is two crossed swords, the tips of which touch each other, symbolizing the oath and war of the Knights of the Round Table.

Placed together, the two swords resemble a sheltered dome, with a meniscus half-arc underneath it, and an inverted Y-shaped pattern passing through the middle of the meniscus arc.

From the outside, it looks like a figure kneeling on the ground with its hands outstretched, praying for refuge, combining the twin swords crossed above it and the shield that forms the entire silhouette.

The meaning of the pattern is self-evident.

This is exactly the mark of the Knights of the Round Table, and although the two have not yet entered the Knights, they are ready for everything.

Matt chose to turn a blind eye to their behavior, and after a few words of advice, he led them through the bushes in one direction.

"It's about to begin."

Everyone's expressions became nervous.

Lehad stood on a hillside and blew his whistle, the crisp sound of which was carried out in the wind.

But what no one knew was that when Matt walked into the depths of the trees with the two reserve knights, a dead tree-like figure flashed out of the forest.

At this time, the sky had darkened, and the faint figure seemed to merge with the surrounding environment, and he waved his hand, and the plants around him seemed to come to life.

Where no one is looking, the scenery gradually changes.

Matt, who didn't know anything about this, continued to walk forward, but what he didn't know was that he had unconsciously deviated from his original direction.

Counting the time, Matt quietly blew the whistle on his neck, no sound came out, but Lehard in the distance knew everything.

His expression became solemn, and he solemnly took out a black box, and tore the hemp rope wrapped around the surface of the box, from which Lehard took out a page of slightly yellowed paper.

In the most prominent place on the page, a line of words clearly appears.

"16—Little Red Riding Hood."