Chapter 90: Law and Order (Part 4)

One of the recruits, sitting cross-legged among a small cluster of men, hesitantly raised his hand. His voice cracked slightly as he spoke.

"Sir… I-I don't know how to read. How am I supposed to study these? Does that mean I won't be able to become an officer of the law?"

A heavy silence fell across the entire training field.

The instructor's sharp eyes snapped toward the speaker. The man couldn't have been more than twenty-five, with sun-darkened skin, calloused hands, and a nervous posture that spoke of hard labor rather than military drills. His clothing was plain, the stitching rough and uneven—a laborer's son, no doubt. One look, and the instructor could already tell: no formal education, no noble blood, no connections.

But of course, this was inevitable.