For several consecutive days, everyone endured standing in military posture, the training being extremely dull and tedious. Many people couldn't bear this boring torment and applied for a transfer.
Some wanted to stay but couldn't persist, and were driven out by the mustachioed chief instructor.
"Now there are still three hundred people, but rookies like you won't be able to hold out until the final official training and will all be eliminated!" Instructor Wood, as usual, scolded everyone every day. His loud voice cursed every single person, but everyone slowly got used to it. After all, they were all elite members, and they began to stand in military posture properly, motionless for several hours at a time.
"Official training starts tomorrow. Today, everyone will run fifty laps around the academy and then you're free to go!" Instructor Wood seemed unusually nice today, probably because he went to the temple with his wife for mass.
Rody felt it couldn't be that simple, and indeed, in the early hours of the night, a sharp whistle blew.
Five instructors, wielding big sticks, barged into the tents to beat people, while outside, a magical sound transmission ordered everyone to assemble urgently. Many didn't have time to dress properly, pulling on their trousers and rushing out. Many were beaten black and blue, and there were countless people with shoes and clothes worn incorrectly.
The instructors punished each student based on how neatly they were dressed and the order in which they assembled.
"Hey, Felick kid, why are you only being punished with ten push-ups?" the black giant was very dissatisfied. How could this guy's clothes be so neatly worn? Was he sleeping in his clothes?
"Pighead, dressing should be done in ten seconds," Rody quietly replied.
"That's impossible!" the black giant was stunned. It was already good enough to find clothes in ten seconds, let alone get dressed properly.
"Do you like talking so much? Besides talking, what else can your foul mouth do?" Instructor Wood, hearing someone whispering, came over with his big stick and gave the black giant a heavy whack on the head. The black giant wanted to say that Rody was also talking and hoped Instructor Wood would hit him too, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Instructor Wood raised his stick again, and he quickly shut his mouth.
He hated Rody to the core.
They were talking together, but only he was getting hit. It was unbelievable!
"Instructor, I have something to say!" a bold guy named Lopeck raised his hand, and Instructor Wood allowed him to speak, only to hear him say, "Stanley's foul mouth, besides talking, is also good at giving oral sex to women. He said this last night, and everyone in our dormitory heard it!"
The crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter at the comment.
"You're simply courting death!" Instructor Wood, with a wave of his hand, had two instructors drag the guy away to hang and beat him, then punished everyone with an additional ten laps to run.
Night raids and emergency assemblies occurred repeatedly, and gradually everyone got used to it. Everyone learned to get dressed neatly within a minute. Eventually, they could even pack their belongings and assemble with them. People like Rody, who were exceptionally fast, even had spare time to wash and brush their teeth. After half a month, everyone had greatly improved in standing in military posture, marching, and assembling in emergencies. In recent days, when Instructor Wood charged into the tent with a big stick, everyone could even pour him a cup of water before getting dressed and assembling in time.
Instructor Wood distributed weapons to everyone, but no one had yet seen a horse.
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In other camps, one could already see students riding swift Silver-Horned Horses or Iron-Maned Flame Hoof Horses, training in horsemanship, looking majestic and proud, while looking down on the 'mud-legs' of the Iron Blood Cavalry Camp who could only run and eat dust.
"Because we need to intensify training, we've added meat to dinner, so everyone eat up!" said Instructor Wood. Rody chuckled secretly to himself.
"I'm dying, I've been to the toilet at least twenty times, I feel completely drained now!" Black giant Stanley, a representative figure in the tent, obediently ate a lot as instructed, resulting in the normally robust man needing to lean on walls to walk. Nearly everyone in the dormitory was in a similar state. Seeing Rody quietly reading a book, not competing for the toilet, the black giant exclaimed, "How come you're fine? This is so unfair! I'm so strong but nearly collapsing, and you, a mere bean sprout, are perfectly fine?"
"Pighead, I don't eat food with croton seeds, so why would I have diarrhea?" Rody replied indifferently, "Besides, I can detoxify."
"Quick, help me detoxify!" The black giant, upon hearing this, immediately set aside his previous grudge.
"One gold coin!" Rody's demand shocked the black giant; a gold coin was no small amount of money.
"My body is resistant!" The black giant decided to endure more, hoping to save a gold coin. An hour later, he began to regret his decision as he monopolized the toilet for half an hour, becoming the least popular person among everyone. Those who resigned themselves to Rody's extortion were already feeling better and had returned to their beds to look at pictures of beautiful naked women.
"Now, it's two gold coins!" As Rody stated this, the black giant felt it was an extremely bad deal. He had endured an extra hour of pain compared to others, so why should the price suddenly increase?
"Keep your medicine! You damn bloodsucker! Ouch..." In anger, the black giant found his stomach pain worsening, and he rushed to monopolize the toilet again. Two hours later, still refusing to buy the medicine, everyone looked at him with great sympathy but couldn't help, as Rody had raised the price to four gold coins.
"Just two gold coins, not a copper coin more... I can't take it anymore..." The black giant, unable to bear it any longer, started bargaining with Rody amidst everyone's laughter.
"In three days, I'll lower the price to that, you can wait!" Rody replied nonchalantly, not caring at all.
"Damn Wood, you are the most cunning piece of dog crap in the world, I hope the goddess of misfortune drags you to hell! Damn Rody, you Felick vampire, I hate you guys!" Black giant Stanley shed tears of pain, but in his heart, the person he hated the most wasn't Instructor Wood or Rody, but himself. He hated himself for being so stupid; initially, he could have been cured with just one gold coin, but instead, he chose to suffer. After a few hours, he had to pay three more gold coins, and he almost wanted to beat himself up.
From that day onwards, he ate whatever Rody ate. If Rody didn't eat something, he dared not touch it.
But Rody had a preference for food, and he wasn't very interested in some meats, which drove him crazy.
"Damn it, this steak is so tender and juicy, why won't you eat it, you damn bean sprout pharmacist!" Black giant Stanley hadn't dared to eat beef for several days, drooling with craving. But since Rody didn't touch it, he dared not eat it either. Often, people were poisoned by eating the wrong things, and he didn't want to spend another four gold coins to cure his stomach.
"The steak is good, tender and juicy, but I prefer tough and hard old beef tendons. You eat it! Go ahead and eat your fill!" Rody politely put the steak on the black giant's plate, scaring him into screaming like a girl being teased.
"I'll eat!" The boldest one, Lopeck, unhesitatingly wolfed down five servings of steak.
As a result, the black giant Stanley watched in cold sweat as Lopeck's face turned from red to blue, then green, and still joking unknowingly with others, while everyone around turned pale. Lopeck, green all over and half-dead, didn't realize anything was wrong.
Everyone kept their distance from Lopeck, fearing contagion.
"My hand, why is it turning color?" Only then did he notice something was wrong.
"Exit the tent, turn left, then go fifty meters and turn right, walk straight for 150 meters then turn right, cross a small bridge and go forward 500 meters and turn left, and after seeing a tall statue, turn left again. About fifty meters from there, you'll find a useful place," Rody said indifferently.
"Thank you, what place is that?" Lopeck, realizing it wasn't the direction to the infirmary, was puzzled.
"That's the stonemason's place for custom-made tombstones and epitaphs," Rody replied calmly, "If you hurry now, you might still have time to confess and leave your last words with the priest next door!"
"I'm going to die?" Lopeck screamed in shock.
"No, you'll just turn into a zombie or a ghoul, becoming an undying undead. In a day or two, you'll have the honor of meeting the bishop. Of course, he will chant holy light magic for you and pray. If you're lucky, the bishop might even agree to let you barbecue chicken wings while being burned at the stake!" Rody said, causing everyone to break into a cold sweat.
"What's going on?" Instructor Wood entered and saw Lopeck's greenish appearance, looking a bit stunned.
"Report, Instructor Wood, I suspect someone poisoned the steak!" Rody stood up and saluted, saying, "This is the undead clan's corpse poison. Though not fatal, it rapidly turns people into zombies or ghouls!"
"Wasn't the poison from Instructor Wood?" The others, hearing this, were terrified. If Instructor Wood had poisoned the food, it wouldn't be lethal, but if someone else had...
"Quickly drag this pighead out, find a light healer to dispel the corpse poison! Anyone who ate steak, go get holy water to detoxify!" Before leaving, Instructor Wood asked Rody, "How many servings of steak did this pighead eat? Five servings? Damn... You all go back to the dormitory for now, don't touch the food, I'll report to the chief instructor immediately. This is no small matter."
"I was scared to death!" Black giant Stanley was so frightened his heart nearly jumped out. Imagining himself being burned at the stake, he thought Rody would be barbecuing chicken wings beside him, his face turning bluer with each thought.
"Are you poisoned too?" Instructor Wood saw the black giant shaking all over and asked curiously.
"No, no, don't burn me, I'm not poisoned!" The black giant waved his hands in panic, causing everyone to burst into laughter. A few others, who hadn't secretly followed Rody's example, quickly ran to the infirmary to get holy water for detoxification.