"Another lower level adventurer who rushes to give for nothing."
The staff member who knew something about the inner workings muttered in his heart.
Handing Galen a bracelet with the number "eighty-two" printed on it.
"Go up to the second floor, the Shield Guard's vocational test is held in training room number three."
Galen followed the stairs to the second floor of the guild.
Among the participants who came up together.
The two Law Clerics who wore vestments and wands were the first to find the test location. They entered training room number one.
While passing through training room number two.
A ranger carrying a longbow happened to come out of it.
This person was full of anger and complained to his companions waiting for the examination at the door, "Oh damn! That examiner runs faster than a blistering rabbit, and he doesn't allow you to use your own weapon, so how can you possibly hit it!"
"Can't use your own weapon?"
Galen looked at his empty hands and thought that this rule was quite reasonable.
Galen waited outside the third training room for ten minutes.
The door to the training room was finally opened from the inside.
A dozen or so adventurers, either with blue noses or swollen faces, came out of the training room in turn.
Judging from the generally lanky build of these people, they were all of the Shield Guard profession.
However, on their faces at the moment, they couldn't see the slightest bit of the stoic fearlessness that belonged to shield guards.
There was only fear and chagrin.
At the end of the line, a staff member stood at the door and shouted, "Numbers eighty through ninety-five come in for the examination."
Galen took the string number eighty-two and entered the training room as the third person in line.
Number eighty-three, who was following him, seemed to recognize Galen.
Taking the initiative, he leaned forward a few steps and struck up a conversation, "Buddy, the one who disrupted the White Falcon's appearance earlier, that was you, right?"
Seeing Galen's acquiescence, Eighty-Three glanced at the dent on Galen's chest armor and tsked:
"You're really lucky, you know that White Falcon is a powerful adventurer who has mastered three advanced skills. If he gets real, you wouldn't have a chance to stand here right now ..."
"Be quiet!"
A bellowing voice suddenly rang out in the training room, interrupting number eighty-three's words.
The crowd of adventurers looked around at the sound.
The field was wide in the training room.
There stood a man holding a black iron long stick.
He wore a pure white martial arts uniform.
Short light blonde hair stood up like a hedgehog.
The stick-wielding man's eyes were sharp as he swept over everyone who entered.
He spoke in a deep voice, "I am the assessment officer in charge of the Shield Guard occupation screening. From now on, until you are eliminated, you must follow my instructions the entire time, do you understand!"
The words of the Examination Officer carried an unspeakable intimidating power.
Just hearing his questioning made the rest of the Shield Guards, except for Galen, feel a surge of fear, and answered with a succession of voices.
"A deterrent-type skill? Judging from this expressive power, it must be at least intermediate level."
Galen silently made an evaluation in his heart.
Even the strongest city could be easily disintegrated by attacking from within.
When these Shield Guards were affected by the Intimidation Skill and began to fear the Examiner.
They had actually lost their qualifications to face him directly.
From this, it was also evident that this appraisal officer had quite a bit of understanding of the nature of the shield guard profession.
"Have none of you softies had enough to eat? All of you, speak louder, do you hear me!"
The examiner once again exerted his deterrent skill.
Listening to the loud and clear voiced, yet internally apprehensive replies, the appraisal officer nodded his head in satisfaction.
That was until he couldn't help but wrinkle his light golden eyebrows when he saw Galen, who had been silent the entire time.
The black iron baguette was pointed at Galen's face, "Why don't you answer? Are you deaf!"
In the face of the Examiner's intimidating trifecta, Gaelen just laughed and said, "Mr. Examiner, you haven't said the rules of this examination yet."
Looking deeply at Galen, the examining officer took down a small wooden round shield from the weapon rack and handed it to the eighty adventurers.
The examiner said, "Use the shield in your hands to defuse three of my stick strikes, and you will be considered to have passed the examination! Of course, my long stick is of ordinary quality just like your shields."
Under the influence of the deterrent skill.
None of the many adventurers dared to question the words of the auditor.
Only Galen raised his hand and asked politely and courteously, "May I ask to what extent this 'Defuse' should be done specifically? Is it simply knocking you down enough, or does it require disarming your weapon and making you unable to make an attack in order to qualify?"
In this country's language, "defuse" and "subdue" belonged to the same word.
Listening to Galen's question, a question mark also popped up in the examiner's head.
Was it so hard to understand the words he spoke?
This prickly fellow, he needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Although he already had the idea of eliminating Galen as soon as possible.
But the examination still had to be conducted in accordance with the numbered order.
Adventurer number eighty, as the first one on the field, was almost overflowing with apprehension and nervousness.
The appraisal officer took his bracelet and lightly glanced at the information on it, a flash of disdain in his eyes.
As a lower level adventurer, Eighty had no self-awareness of being despised.
He came to the center of the field, his shield-wielding hand with some white knuckles from too much force.
Until this moment, he hadn't recovered from the intimidation.
"Hey, calm down man, focus on your skills."
Galen's reminder sounded behind Eighty.
For an output profession that needed to attack.
Focusing their attention on the target was the only way to better find a break and strike a deadly attack.
But for Shield Guards whose occupational trait was to resist strikes and take damage.
Defending themselves and letting all their learned abilities be converted into defense.
This was the key to a shield guard's ability to resist strong attacks and remain resolute.
Perseverance Block!
Grip Strength Enhancement!
Hardened Shield!
Hearing Galen's reminder, Eighty's heart settled a little.
He communicated the transcendent power within his body and superimposed several skills onto the small round shield.
"Hmph, useless resistance."
The Examiner flicked his wrist, and the bowl-thick black iron baguette actually emitted a tiny tremor!
In the next second, the black iron baguette whistled out and struck the surface of the round shield directly!
Bang!
In a dull ringing sound, the eighty adventurers screamed miserably and stumbled backward.
Under the various skills, the small round shield was not significantly damaged.
However, the wielder behind the shield couldn't withstand the force and was directly shaken off his arm bones!
"Go back and practice again, next."