Chapter 3: Applying for a Job
When Ethan arrived at the recruitment point at No. 77 Xiangshe Street, it was already past lunch time.
Since he hadn't eaten anything for a day, Ethan's stomach growled with hunger.
But he hadn't found a place to stay yet. He was so anxious and not in the mood to eat, so he simply stopped eating.
Thinking of paving the way back first, he strode towards the mansion in front of him.
This mansion covers an estimated area of dozens of acres. The courtyard walls are painted white, nearly four meters high, and covered with iron spikes. It looks like a prison.
Ethan knocked on the door, and soon a big man over 2 meters tall with bulging muscles opened the door.
When the big man saw a young man outside the door, he frowned and asked, "Kid, who are you looking for?"
"My name is Ethan, and I'm here to apply for a swordsmanship instructor position." Ethan said with a serious expression.
"Haha..." The big man looked at the serious Ethan and burst into laughter.
He finally stopped and replied with tears in his eyes: "Kids, stop teasing me, Gladiator Mentor is no joke. Go home quickly."
Saying that, he was about to close the door.
Ethan needed this job very much and how could he give up, so he blocked the door with the hilt of his sword to prevent it from closing.
Then he still said with a serious expression: "I'm not kidding. Let me meet the person in charge. If I can be a swordsmanship instructor, I will know after trying it."
The big man was quite angry when he saw Ethan blocking the door, and shouted loudly: "Take the sword away, or don't blame me for being rude!"
With that said, he opened all the doors and was about to teach Ethan a lesson with his bare hands.
With a "clang" sound, without waiting for the opponent to make a move, Ethan drew out his long sword like lightning, and pressed the tip of the sword against the big man's throat.
"I told you, I'm here to apply for a swordsmanship instructor position. I don't want to get into trouble, but please don't force me!"
The big man with the sword pressed against his throat broke into a cold sweat.
"This young man's sword is so fast. He was pressed against his vital point before he could react. It seems he is really capable."
Thinking of this, the big man smiled, gently held the edge of the sword with his hand, slowly moved it away, and said at the same time:
"My name is Locke, and I'm the guard here.
I've seen your swordsmanship, it's very good.
Since you want to apply, please come with me! "
Ethan nodded, slowly put away his sword, and followed the big man through the door.
"What did you say your name was?" Locke asked as he led the way.
"Ethan."
"Okay! Ethan. I'm amazed at your sword-drawing speed, but at your age, I'm afraid it's difficult for you to be qualified as a mentor.
After all, gladiators have to work hard. Without actual combat experience, it will be difficult to convince the crowd. "
Locke saw that Ethan was young and definitely had no combat experience, so he kindly reminded him.
"Thank you for the reminder. But don't worry, I have my own solution!"
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The two of them talked and walked all the way, and inadvertently arrived at the gladiator's training ground.
Inside, more than a dozen tall gladiators with obvious muscle lines, wearing only a pair of tight briefs, were practicing catching pairs.
When those people saw Locke bringing a young man in, they shouted: "Locke, who is this young man? Is he the new chef?"
"Wow! New chef, that's great. The food Old John makes is just like pig food, inedible at all. I hope this kid can do better."
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Locke shook his head: "I guess you will be disappointed. He is here to apply for a sword instructor. Where is Lord Sarno? I want to take him to meet him!"
When the gladiators heard this, their expressions changed drastically.
"Are you kidding me? A kid comes here to teach swordsmanship. Does he want to kill us?"
"Kid, go wherever you came from. This is not a place to have fun."
"Get out of here!"
As he spoke, everyone gathered around and stared at Ethan with unkind eyes.
When Ethan saw the crowd gathered around him, he was not panicked and could understand their mood.
After all, every game is a life and death battle for them. What they need is killing skills, not becoming children's toys.
But understanding is understanding, which does not mean that he has to give up, but for a while, he didn't know what to say to convince these people.
At this time, Locke stepped forward and stopped everyone: "He just came to apply for the job. It's hard to say whether he can succeed or not. Don't be nervous, everyone! It's better to tell me where Mr. Sarno is. It's up to him to decide everything."
"Sir Sarno went out early in the morning and has not come back yet." A tall man nearly 2.3 meters tall came out and said.
Then he turned to Ethan: "Boy, are you really here to apply for a swordsmanship instructor position?"
Ethan felt his vision suddenly darken, and a huge black shadow blocked the sunlight, so he looked up.
He saw a big man with a beard on his face, a burly figure, well-defined muscles, and scars all over his body.
He just stood there feeling oppressed.
But Ethan has seen many people like this, and the instructors in the college are much scarier than this person. They have long been used to it, so they don’t have stage fright.
He nodded and said with a smile, "Yes! I'm here to apply for a swordsmanship instructor position."
The big man chuckled and said with a ferocious expression: "Do you know why we need a swordsmanship instructor here?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. For me, as long as we are recruiting here, that's fine." Ethan replied calmly.
The big man looked at the plain Ethan, a little surprised.
Ordinary people would feel a little bit frightened when meeting him, and would be a little awkward when speaking.
But this young man was calm and didn't speak, and his words were a little bit awkward, which was a rare thing to see.
However, he was not prepared to be polite.
"Then I'll tell you why we need to recruit a swordsmanship instructor here. Because the last one was too bad at swordsmanship and was accidentally killed by me.
I can also tell you that I have accidentally killed two swordsmanship instructors.
So, are you sure you want to apply for a swordsmanship instructor?"
Ethan laughed after hearing this. Others might be afraid of this big man, but he really wasn't.
Although these gladiators have learned many killing techniques, they are just mortals after all.
People who have not practiced the Force are at most a little stronger.
In this world, as long as you are not extraordinary, everything is an ant.
"Of course I'm sure!" Ethan replied lightly.
"Little friend, you are very courageous. Let me tell you clearly! As long as your swordsmanship can beat me, you can become our swordsmanship instructor without Lord Sarno's consent.
Do you dare to give it a try?
The loser will die!" The big man sneered.
Hearing the life-and-death fight, Ethan was shocked, but there was no expression on his face.
After a little hesitation, he agreed.
Although it felt a bit dangerous, if he really did what he said, as long as he won, he could secure his position, then it would be worth taking some risks.
So, he nodded: "I'm happy to accompany you!"
Locke, who was standing by, was shocked and advised: "Ethan, do you know who your opponent is? This man is our trump card, Soles, nicknamed the Butcher.
He has cut off the opponent's head for ten consecutive games. You have no chance of winning against him.
I advise you to give up, it's not too late now.
As long as you give up, I will send you out, and he won't do anything to you."
Ethan shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I need this job, and I can do it."
Locke wanted to persuade him again, but Soles interrupted him: "Shut up, Locke. Since he accepted the challenge, he has already realized it, please don't disturb the fight between men!"
As he said, Soles picked up a broad-bladed dagger, walked into the center of the field, and waited for Ethan to come in.
Everyone present also looked at Ethan, waiting for his final decision.
"Young man, I advise you to give up! Although I don't know how good your swordsmanship is, compared to Soles, you are too thin, like a chicken."
"In the face of absolute power, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, it is redundant."
"Give up now, we will ask Soles for mercy, and forget about it."
Although everyone was not optimistic about Ethan, Ethan didn't care. He walked into the field without hesitation and activated the [Short] skill at the same time.
