Ryan successfully passed the identity assessment and sat directly on a nearby chair.
Looking at the passersby who feared this place like a tiger, it was hard to imagine anyone would still come to sign up!
Was the Knights of Favonius so unpopular, or was it because of Eula's identity?
Ryan's eyes showed contemplation.
Amber was equally puzzled.
"Mediocre people who just muddle through like before are not needed by Acting Grand Master Jean or us! Those who dare not meet my gaze are unworthy of coming here!"
Eula swept her gaze over the passersby who were looking over.
Immediately, the passersby who were curious about Ryan signing up scattered like birds and beasts.
Kaeya, helpless, began to wreak havoc on the stack of blank registration papers with his empty hands.
He doodled, folded paper, and shattered them with Ice Element.
Amber and Eula continued to chat, then told Ryan the information they had gathered.
"Within our Knights of Favonius, there are subdivided functions: combat, logistics, gatekeeping, and so on. This morning, Kaeya and Eula were responsible for recruiting combat Knights."
"When other Knights come to recruit for logistics and gatekeeping in the afternoon, there should be more people."
"Different responsibilities, different Training Fields!"
"The Training Field for combat Knights is arranged at the side gate of Mondstadt, allowing them to depart at any time to deal with attacking Slimes and Hilichurls!"
Ryan indicated he understood!
Then, he sat there bored for half a day, until noon ended and it was time for lunch, without encountering anyone else who wanted to sign up.
Kaeya and Eula were not embarrassed.
They took Amber and Ryan to eat a lunch provided by the Knights of Favonius, then led today's only applicant to the Training Field.
Near the Mondstadt side gate, an open area was divided into two sections by wooden crates.
The left side taught Sword, and the right side taught Claymore.
Kaeya and Eula, as recruiters, had the priority to select new recruits to join their teams in the future.
Therefore, they would come here from time to time to see the new people.
The two areas combined had about two hundred people, each occupying half.
There were both men and women, all holding wu feng swords and training Claymores, vigorously chopping at wooden stakes as thick as thighs.
There were a total of eight Knights of Favonius Instructor, all chosen from the combat side, from among the official Knights of Favonius.
"They're all NPCs I haven't seen in the game!" Ryan looked at the Instructor whose Aura was different from the trainees. It seemed the Knights of Favonius still had some depth.
"Captain! Captain!"
Four of the eight Instructor saluted Kaeya and Eula, seemingly members of their team.
"Ryan, Sword, learning Favonius Bladework!"
"Arrange his training to keep up with these people's progress!"
Kaeya said to the Instructor on the Sword side.
Eula had already climbed over the crates and gone to the adjacent area.
"Understood!" The Instructor noted Ryan's appearance and wrote down his name.
They told logistics to prepare an extra meal starting tomorrow.
"I'll take responsibility and instruct him individually!"
An Instructor not part of Kaeya's team stepped forward and said in a deep voice.
He was the one with the deepest understanding of Favonius Bladework here, and he took orders from Jean!
"Then… Amber, let's go!" Kaeya said to Amber, who was bidding farewell to Ryan, "Outside the city, there's another Hilichurl camp that needs to be dealt with!"
"See you tonight!" Amber waved.
"See you tonight!" Ryan replied.
Their intimate interaction drew attention.
This Liyue person, sent together by an Outrider, a Knights of Favonius Cavalry Captain, and a Spindrift Knight, attracted everyone's attention.
The sound of Sword strikes suddenly stopped.
"Who is this?"
"I think I've heard of him?"
"Who else could it be? If you don't know him yet, you're behind the times!"
Whispers spread across the Training Field.
The Knights of Favonius Instructor responsible for teaching Ryan was a middle-aged man with a stern face and a tall stature.
He wore shining silver armor and a Sword at his waist.
He seemed to be the leader of the Instructor.
Seeing the new recruits resting and talking, after Amber, Kaeya, and Eula left, he circled the Training Field, looking at the Sword marks on the wooden stakes in front of each person. His face visibly darkened, and he began to scold them!
"What are you all arguing about! You have time for gossip but no time to practice your swordsmanship!"
Instantly, the Training Field fell silent.
Ryan, who wasn't affected, felt a pang of toothache.
This feeling reminded him of the strict Instructor during military training at school before his Transmigration.
He had good eyesight; with a casual glance just now, he saw that those people were desperately swinging their Swords, chopping at the thigh-thick wooden stakes, and most could only cut halfway through with one swing. Moreover, their movements were severely distorted.
Only a few people easily cut through the wooden stakes, slicing off thin layers.
Among them, a brown-haired Damselette with a Horsetail ponytail looked familiar to him.
"Ellin?" he mumbled uncertainly.
The Knights of Favonius Instructor was still yelling, while the other Instructor watched the show from the side.
"You! You! You! No strength, haven't you eaten?"
"If you can't even cut this, how will you deal with a Wooden-Shield Hilichurl Brute?"
"Without a Vision, without Fire Element power, you, an ordinary person, if you don't work hard now, when will you work hard?"
"If the Sword you strike can't even cut this thin wood, if you encounter a Wooden-Shield Hilichurl Brute, by the time you finish cutting through its Dendro shield, he could have created a hundred more with Dendro Slimes!"
"With how you look, you'll probably be beaten to death by a Hilichurl Fighter out there, disgracing us!"
"You are the worst new recruits I've ever trained!"
"If you can't be a combat Knight, then go be a regular Knight, fix roofs for old ladies and old men, repair orchards, go fill in those bumpy merchant roads!"
"Lest we need to collect your corpses when we go on missions to clear out monsters!"
Over a hundred Sword trainees were scolded mercilessly, not daring to utter a sound. Beside them, the Claymore trainees also involuntarily became serious, not daring to peek.
"You few, you're very good here, but you're only apprentice Knights. If you want to become an official Knight, you can't be lazy either! Add ten more wooden stakes for me, and slice them all into pieces!"
The few who performed best were also scolded because they had glanced at Ryan.
"Remember! Only by passing the Knight selection and becoming an official Knight are you qualified to choose a team! To become our comrades!"
The angry shouts echoed through the Training Field.
"My bad! My bad!" Ryan looked at the trouble he had caused by his arrival and silently apologized.
He looked up and saw the fierce-looking Instructor walking towards him, and his body tensed up.
The Instructor assessed Ryan's physique and muscles.
After his body's evolution, Ryan was already a head taller than before his Transmigration, his entire body filled with explosive, streamlined muscles, his five fingers long and strong, and his limb proportions perfect.
He was most suited to becoming a swordsman.
"I've heard of you, traveler from another world, chef from another world, Amber's man, Fischl's friend, Diona's fish supplier, Good Hunter's strongest deliveryman…"
Hearing the Instructor list so many titles, Ryan himself was momentarily stunned.
"You're also the provider of the Treasure Hoarders 'Strange Bird' intelligence!"
The Instructor patted him on the shoulder, "I have high hopes for you!"
"For our Knights of Favonius, ability is more important than origin. Here, display your talents to the fullest."
"I'm very much looking forward to what kind of surprise you, a junior who can venture alone on dangerous merchant roads to deliver food, can bring me!"
Ryan looked at the amiable-faced Instructor, feeling a bit unaccustomed.
He remembered that in school, the teachers on the first day of class were always very amiable, and then, the more amiable they were, the fiercer they became later.
"Come!"
"Let's see your fundamentals!"
The Instructor led Ryan aside.
"Don't use the artifact on your body; punch me with all your strength."
"Here, all assessments strictly prohibit the use of external force."
"Understood!" Ryan struck a pose, clenched his fist, and reminded him, "I'm very strong. Are you sure you want me to use my full strength?"
"Just hit me with all you've got!" The Instructor took a horse stance, preparing to defend.
Since the other party said so, Ryan clenched his fist and didn't waste any more words.
He had no intention of holding back.
He threw a punch!
Layers of power surged from his feet to his waist, then to his arm, and into his fist.
His entire body was a unified whole, condensing into a massive, surging force.
"Military combat punch, bow-step punch!"
With a bang!
The Instructor flew!