The process of recruiting guards by the Mohist School is very casual, it is just a test of your fighting spirit and fighting skills.
After signing up, Mo Tang entered the Mohist Castle for the first time, and then lined up with dozens of Mohist disciples in the square to take a level test.
"Fighting Spirit: Seventh Stage!"
"Mo Xiao, fighting spirit: seventh stage! Level: advanced!"
"Very good...low-class guard!"
Mo Tang almost laughed out loud.
He always felt that the guy in charge of the test was deliberately playing tricks on him, because he saw the young man named Mo Xiao walking into the formation of the third-class guards with a sullen face.
"Next! Mo Tang..."
"Fighting Spirit: Ninth Stage!"
"Mo Tang, fighting spirit: ninth stage! Level: advanced!"
"Very good...low-class guard!"
Well, Mo Tang, who was just mocking others, also accepted this treatment.
However, he just smiled indifferently and also walked into the third-class guard formation.
This time, the Mohist School recruited only sixty-eight guards, of which only fifteen were fighters or above, and there was not a single one above five-star fighters.
It's not that these people are not talented, but that those who participated in the life-saving effort this time are just young people in their twenties.
As a branch of the Mohist school, being able to cultivate to the level of a fighter at the age of 20 is considered a very talented existence. Therefore, the family manager who was in charge of the test this time was in a very good mood and would say "very good" to everyone he met.
Less than two days after becoming a low-ranking guard of the Mo family, Mo Tang was directly assigned to a small city called Iron-Smelting City under the jurisdiction of Yancheng.
Because this small town is backed by the Chiyan Mountain, its foundry industry is very developed and it is also the location of the largest weapons workshop in the hands of the Mohist School.
This time, Mo Tang was assigned here to serve as a resident guard for one of the four major weapon workshops of the Mo family in the city.
Mo Tang was actually somewhat dissatisfied about being assigned to such a place.
There is no way. Don't be fooled by how grand and impressive this place is, or how it is the largest weapons workshop. But in fact, this is the least profitable part of the Mo family's industry…
Although the Douqi Continent is a world of endless conflict, weapons are indispensable to any practitioner.
But compared to other spiritual herbs, elixirs, magic cores, and techniques, it was far inferior!
Although a large number of weapons were forged and sold every day in this weapon workshop, most of them were sold to ordinary mercenaries. How much would such people spend to buy ordinary weapons?
As for the special weapons used by those strong men, they are all specially customized and will not fall into the hands of people like them. So it seems that the weapons shop's business is very prosperous, but the profit is the lowest!
Low profits mean that the people below can get less money, so many guards are unwilling to come to such a remote place.
Mo Tang thought about it carefully for a long time, and then he realized that he didn't understand the ways of the world...
He didn't even give any gifts to the deputy commander of the guards who was in charge of assigning tasks... No wonder he was thrown into this kind of place.
You deserve it!
Cursing himself inwardly, Mo Tang could only go home to pack his things and then head to the Iron Smelting City.
Three days later.
Chiyan Mountains, Iron Smelting City.
Mo Tang came here with his guard badge and identity information.
He now has to report to the leader of the Mohist guards in Iron Refinery City.
Although both are called commanders, the guard commander of a small city and the guard commander of the Mohist headquarters are simply not the same. In terms of strength alone, the two are very different.
The guard commander of the Iron-Smelting City is named Zhang Feng. He is considered a relative of the Mohist school and has the strength of a nine-star fighter.
Originally, Mo Tang was still wondering why this person did not choose to join the family's first-class guards, but chose to come to such a place to be the leader of their group of third-class guards...
But after meeting each other, all these doubts were resolved.
Although Zhang Feng was only in his thirties, his face was filled with fatigue and he looked like he hadn't woken up yet. He didn't look like a cultivator at all...
It was obvious that he had indulged himself too much. If he were in Mo Family Castle, he would have been beaten to death and thrown out.
The Mohists are now working hard to become stronger, and don't want to see such a bad apple spoil the whole bunch.
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In this iron smelting city, no one cares what he looks like!
"Sir, I am Mo Tang, here to report. This is my family badge..." Mo Tang said to the middle-aged man at the top with an unchanged expression.
Zhang Feng tried hard to open his eyes, but he didn't even look at Mo Tang's badge and identity information. He just waved his hand and said, "Okay, I got it. It just so happens that East Twelve Blocks is short of manpower right now, so you can go there directly..."
Seeing the other party's look, Mo Tang naturally had no intention of being polite to him. He just clasped his fists and left.
There is absolutely no need to have any close friendship with such a person.
Mo Tang felt even more depressed...
If I had known earlier, I should have given more money to the higher-ups so that I could stay in Yancheng... I could have been assigned to any market town and lived a good life.
Now I've ended up in such a remote place and met such a crappy boss. Am I really going to waste my precious time here?
How is this possible!
Just like that, after Mo Tang arrived at the East Twelve Blocks with a heavy heart, he did not expect to be welcomed by both the block manager and the captain of the guard.
The manager of East Twelve Blocks is named Chen Lin, a thin middle-aged man.
As for the captain of the guard, he is a thirty-year-old young man named Mo Chong, with the strength of a two-star fighter.
In addition, the sixteen members of the East Twelve Wards Guard were all at the seventh or eighth level of Dou Qi. Mo Tang, who was at the ninth level of Dou Qi, became the second strongest person in the city...
This scene made Mo Tang laugh and cry... You are too ignored!
No wonder this manager Chen Lin and Mo Chong were so polite to him. With the strength of the ninth stage of Dou Zhi Qi at the age of 19, he could become a Dou Master or even a Great Dou Master in the future. In their eyes, this was a promising future!
So no matter what their thoughts were, they would pay enough attention to a "little genius" like Mo Tang.
Maybe he was afraid that Mo Tang would be dissatisfied with the environment here, so Mo Chong, the captain of the escort team, said during the introduction: "Actually, you are lucky to come to our East Twelve Block, little brother Mo Tang."
"We are very peaceful in the East Twelve Districts, and there is nothing to do normally. Except for the occasional mission from the higher-ups that requires us to go out, otherwise we just stay in the district market.
Anyway, the people who come here are low-level mercenaries, and they don't have the guts to cause trouble in the Mo Family Market. As for the chores below, just leave them to the others, and you won't be needed at all."
"I think you have reached a critical moment now, brother. You should spend more time practicing hard and strive to condense the fighting energy and become a fighter.
So you can just practice at home and don't have to come to me every day. As for your share of the monthly salary, you will definitely not be deducted, don't worry!"
(End of this chapter)