With the promotion examination over, the crowd on the Martial Training Ground gradually dispersed.
Mo Yun, Huang Shan, Huang Wenjie, and Zhao Gang followed Commander Li to the Logistics Office.
Zhao Gang remained somewhat dazed along the way, lowering his head every few steps to pinch his hand.
Even now, he wondered whether he was dreaming.
Huang Shan was as cool and aloof as ever, her gaze straight ahead and her steps unhurried, as though that crushing defeat had never happened.
But Mo Yun noticed that she seemed to steal glances at him from time to time. She was subtle about it, but it couldn't escape his exceptionally keen perception.
Does she want to beat me up in return? Mo Yun frowned.
They soon reached the Logistics Office.
The same steward from last time, a man in his fifties dressed in a plain blue robe, stood behind the counter with a kindly smile. Seeing Commander Li enter with the four of them, he hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting.
"Greetings, Commander Li."
Commander Li nodded and set the roster on the counter. "These four have just been promoted to Third-Class Guards. Register them and replace their waist tokens."
"Certainly." The steward cheerfully agreed. He took a thick ledger from beneath the counter, opened it to a fresh page, and dipped his brush in ink before looking up at them. "One at a time. Give me your name first."
Mo Yun stepped forward first. "Mo Yun."
The steward wrote down his name, then asked for his age, birthplace, when he had joined the manor, and a few other basic details, recording each in the ledger.
Once the registration was complete, the steward put down his brush, cleared his throat, and began explaining the duties and benefits of Third-Class Guards.
"Now that