Richard Best was born into a brave and good leopard tribe, but he was not a soldier. When he was born, he broke his legs due to his parents' negligence, which made him unable to run as fast as other leopard children, so he naturally failed to enlist in the army after he became an adult.

The leg disease failed to crush the young man's backbone. After the leg disease was cured, he found a job in the aristocratic circle with his own abilities.

The orc kingdom does not have various construction equipment like the human empire, and many dangerous jobs require workers to climb higher on their own. Moreover, in recent years, nobility has become popular. The nobles are increasingly fond of building their own buildings to demonstrate the financial resources and status of their families to the outside world, which has attracted many people to follow suit.

However, although there are many orc races, there are very few orcs who are not afraid of heights and can maintain agility at high altitudes. Many orcs who claim to be extraordinary skills come from the nobles, but end up falling into high altitude work. They either fall to death or are afraid of heights but cannot get down.

But among these people, Best is an exception.

After he recovered from his leg disease, he was able to fulfill the harsh construction requirements of the nobles alone with his natural skills, strong sense of balance and his keen judgment of things. He gradually gained fame in his hometown, and his income also made him worry-free.

But he often sat on the roof in the middle of the night, looking at the sky full of bright stars, and felt a voice in his heart whispering to him: This is not the life you want.

He sootheed his restless heart while telling himself that he only lacked one chance.

Until one day, a temple priest came to his village and told everyone that a place called Guangmingye in the northern province was missing. He posted a recruitment poster on the village bulletin board, telling them that if anyone was willing to join the front line to serve the country, he could register at the local temple branch, with a time limit of one day.

The deeds of the Northern Province's Guangming Field defeating human invaders have long been famous under the dual propaganda of the temple and the parliament. Even rural farmers in the most border areas of the kingdom have learned about this place by word of mouth by many people.

Most young and middle-aged people have a passionate dream in their hearts, hoping that one day they can wear armor and swords to fight to kill the enemy and return to their hometown and be proud of their beauty.

Moreover, Guangmingye was not affiliated with the military headquarters, and the recruitment requirements were far less stringent than regular army, and it was a well-known place that had won battles. For a moment, the young man in the village surrounded the bulletin board so much that it was inconvenient.

However, the next moment, the strange request on the bulletin board made them confused.

Don’t be afraid of heights, have excellent combat quality, weigh less than 90 kilograms, about 180 cm in height, and have an excellent sense of balance and direction, which is indispensable.

If one or two out of these requirements alone, the young people in the village can meet the conditions, but if they combine all these conditions, they can hardly find those who meet the requirements. Especially the deliberate "no fear of heights" at the beginning is the most puzzling. They are not the swan or eagle clan and do not need to go to heaven. Why does there be such a strange condition?

Some people want to hide the truth and try their luck, or maybe the interviewer will consider it "at the discretion" during the interview? But when they think about registering at the temple branch, they immediately dispelled this stupid and ridiculous idea.

Lie to noble and sacred sacrifices? It’s almost the same to live impatiently.

Best eyes in the crowd were lit.

He felt that the opportunity to change his destiny was finally knocking on the door.

He immediately went to a town more than ten kilometers away from the village, where the temple branch was located. He informed him with excitement, and the civilian staff of the temple branch also warmly received him and handed him a form.

"Resume?" Best was a little confused. He had never seen such a thing before.

"Yes, this is the special request of the Lord of Light, and we are just doing business." The civilian handed over a pen, "Can you write?"

"Yes." Best first came into contact with such a formal form, but he quickly adapted and filled in the details about himself and handed it over to the civilian staff.

After collecting the resume and verifying the basic information of urban and rural populations, the civilian staff smiled and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Best, you passed the first test."

Best felt nervous, and he knew that it was related to whether he could go to Guangmingye. The interview would never be done just by sitting in the office of the temple branch and filling out a form. Since he was recruiting soldiers who wanted to go to the battlefield, physical fitness tests were unavoidable.

"So, sir, where should I go to the second round of interview?"

Best secretly rubbed his leg muscles. He has never given up exercising for years after he recovered from his leg disease. Although his physical fitness is not as good as that of other people, if he lowers the requirements to halfway, he thinks he should still have a chance.

"This next round of tests is for Lord Guangmingye to interview you in person." said the civilian.

"You mean...I'm going to go to Guangmingye?" Best asked excitedly.

"The temple attaches great importance to this matter. In every big city, people have arranged to escort you to Guangmingye to participate in the final assessment. The escort team will set off to Guangmingye tomorrow morning. Just bring your clothes after you go back, and you can keep food and accommodation on the way."

The civilian put the resume in the file bag and handed it to Best, patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, opportunity is not easy, work hard."

Best held the file bag tightly in his arms, tears flowing unscrupulously.

People found that Best, who woke up the earliest in the village every morning, did not see his shadow today. It is logical that a great craftsman like him, who is in the eyes of aristocrats, has no reason to put a lot of orders and not take them to sleep in, which is not in line with his personality.

A few friends he knew were slid on the windowsill and looked inside, and found that Best was not at home. The small house was spotlessly cleaned and the beds were neatly stacked. If Best hadn't lived here for more than ten years, everyone would have thought this was a haunted house that no one had lived in for a long time.

"Best...I'm going on a long journey." An old man in the village saw the decorations through the window and said slowly: "I just don't know if he will come back."

Best stood in the beast carriage, facing the rising sun, looking into the direction of the village, and watching his hometown gradually disappear under the horizon, he closed his eyes.

He knew very well that he would probably not come back in the future. No matter what problems the lord of the Light Field would have had, he vowed to do his best to complete it, just for the fire in his heart that had never been extinguished.

He is willing to devote himself to the future of uncertainty and dream forever.
Chapter completed!