At the entrance to the Patrol Institute.
Though it was not as bustling as before, quite a few people were still lined up waiting for the test.
Only those who had passed the secret art training could enter the Patrol Institute.
Quite a few people had gathered beneath the shade of a tree some distance away.
Chen Mu had barely approached when he heard a short, skinny man sigh. "I wonder if I can pass."
"I heard the Patrol Institute has suffered quite a few losses lately and is desperately short on manpower. The chances of passing should be pretty good." A bald, fat man beside him spoke with a hopeful expression.
"I practice the Void Weaving Technique. I can only run fast, so it's hard to say." The short man shook his head.
"If you really run fast enough, you'll actually have an easier time passing," said an old man who looked to be over fifty.
"Scouting, relaying messages, transporting supplies—people who can move quickly are indispensable."
The skinny man was immediately overjoyed.
"Don't celebrate too soon," the old man continued. "Relaying messages and transporting supplies are fine. But scouting is exceptionally dangerous."
"Because you might be the first to encounter Mutant Beasts."
"One careless mistake, and you'll either die or be injured."
But the skinny man did not care. "There's danger everywhere. Staying in the Lower Courtyard isn't safe either."
"Not only have people been devoured by Mutant Beasts in the medicinal field district, people have also been attacked and killed around the edges of the Lower Courtyard."
"Rather than wait to die, I'd rather join the Patrol Institute and take my chances!"
Everyone beneath the tree shade could not help nodding.
They're that brave? Chen Mu quietly backed away and left.
These people were at most at