Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 46: Choosing the Future of Life

“This, this is my gift?” Claude reached out and grabbed this black flame rope gun placed on the microphone pole and slowly took it out.

It was a huge surprise and a gift that Claude never thought possible. He told his father that he wanted to own a firewire gun, which was just a statement. In his mind, he never thought that Mr. Morsan would allow him to buy a gun, even if he could borrow his father's name for money. Mr. Morsan never liked weapons much in his memory. He thought a smart mind was more important than a powerful weapon...

Why would my father buy me a gun as a gift? Claude thought nervously as he gauged the firewire gun in his hand: Is this compensation for me? If there was a gift for beating Albert, I would have beaten him up a long time ago. Could it be that the parents, in order to get rid of the scandal of the cargo, shut up the Christina lady and spend ten gold kroner, in the interests of fairness, to show that they treat their two sons equally, so that they can buy me this firestring gun as a gift, so that I can stop having problems with the cargo?

At this moment, Claude committed another suspicious problem. This black firewire gun in his hand is not a second-hand item. Look at the packaging and the oil on it. It's a new item from the factory, and it's worth at least five or six gold kroners. Why would a cheap father pay so much for a flare gun as a gift to himself? Does he have any unspeakable plans?

If Mr. Morsan knew what Claude was thinking, he might be angry to shove the gun he had just bought into the furnace and destroy it.

In fact, Mr. Morsan meant very simply that Claude was also his second son, whose blood was stronger than water, and of course he did not know that the body of this second son contained the soul of a transgressor from another world. He arranged two life paths for his eldest son, Albert, and his second son, Claude, on a civilian journey, while Claude enlisted in the army.

Mr. Morsan also knew that the path to enlistment was not easy to follow. After all, the lucky few who had not caught up with any war in 15 years, like Verricolo's father, would be hard to say if they had gone to war.

Out of the affection of a father's beloved son, Mr. Morsan certainly wanted Claude to live as long as possible, which is why he thought of sending him to the Nubian mainland after he graduated from Claude, where the Governor of the Tyrsim region was the nominal godfather of Claude, and where he was enlisted was always much safer than the random distribution of passive recruitment.

When Claude said he wanted to own a gun, Mr. Morsan thought of his future path to enlistment and felt that it was not a bad thing to familiarize Claudeau with guns now, and perhaps more security would be provided in the future because he was familiar with the accuracy of firearms firing. That's why Mr. Morsan is determined to pay Claude to buy this brand new fireline gun.

Mr. Morsan smiled and took a small slice of tobacco from his cigarette bag and stuffed it into his beloved pipe, lighting it with matches and inhaling it deeply. These expensive tobacco filaments come from the mainland of Nubian and are the prerogative of the Kingdom's overseas jurisdictions.

Smoking is Mr. Morsan's only hobby, even though the price of the wire is high, but Mr. Morsan has never been cheap about his luxury hobby. He believes that smoking suits his position as the chief administrative officer, while keeping his mind clear. It is very important to him that he can also use smoke to cover his face and look carefully at each other when talking to people and use the brief opportunity of matches to light cigarettes to judge their intentions.

“Do you like this gift?” Mr. Morsan was pleased to see his second son's love of the gun.

“Yes, I love it and am very happy, thank you father.” Claude was very cooperative in revealing his delightful look, but with some fear in his surprise expression: “I just don't understand, Father, why would you buy me such a new flaming rope gun? I thought you said you hated weapons. ”

Mr. Morsan was right, and he didn't expect Claude to ask, "Yes, I hate weapons, and so does your brother, because we are civil servants, and we are accustomed to using administrative means and smart minds to solve problems, rather than acting like a reckless man with weapons to threaten the lives of others.

But you're different. You're a gynecologist, and you're 17 years old when you graduate from China next year. Whether you like it or not, as required by the Kingdom (Quadri-Class Interests Act), you must make a choice for your future before you reach the age of eighteen. Was it casual to find a job in town to live your life as a civilian, or to fight for your national identity?

In Bai Lu Town, you don't have to think about being a civil servant with your grades, unless you can be the first in the whole school and get more exams than all the literary students, so that you can get a formal recommendation from the country to enter the town hall, depending on your luck, whether the town hall has a civil servant's vacancy.

Another path is enlistment into the army, establishment of merit on the battlefield, and the option of becoming a sailor and entering the kingdom to serve in the naval fleet. But for safety's sake, I do not recommend this path, which is more risky at sea. The loss of a force on the battlefield, however heavy it may be, is accompanied by the presence of the lucky ones, but wars erupt at sea and losses are often calculated in terms of how many ships.

You're sixteen years old, and the day before, you and your friends even hunted down a python that big, and the whole town was amazed at your courage. I think maybe your future is really on the way to enlistment, and you still want to have your own firearm, so now that you're 18 years old and two years away, let's get you familiar with the firearm first, I'm sure this will help your future... ”

Claude was a little silly, and he didn't expect his father to have such a serious discussion with him about future life choices.

As a crosser, he had no disregard for anything (the Quadri-Class Rights and Interests Act), and his citizenship status did not make any difference in his eyes. It was nothing more than a slightly smaller tax payment and the question of whether he could legally possess a firearm. Not even the kingdom of Ovilas, to which he belongs, has any sense of belonging.

As a crosser, he thinks he understands what true freedom is, and as a free crosser, he will naturally come from not leaving his grandfather here, having his own place, and not clapping his ass all the time. The laws of the kingdom were never in sight, and the classification of the four classes of nobility of civilian nationals in service seemed so ridiculous to the passers-by that he would not be bound by these boring legal texts.

Like his aspirations and those of his three little partners, he hopes to become an explorer in the future, to explore the mysteries of the different worlds, to explore the magical world, to see the strange terroirs of the world, and that's what it means to cross it. Of course, it would be great to learn magic.

But now my father wants to talk to him about serious life options, and for a moment he doesn't know how to answer: "This, this, Father, if you don't join the army, can I not leave White Deer Town as a civilian? ”

The fool would leave Bai Lu Town before he grew up. In any case, his father was also the chief administrative officer of the town, saying that the bad point was the presence of groundhog snakes, and that he was not the kind of underground gangster groundhog snake, but the kind of sitting tiger with official skin on his body. Claude believes that even if he chooses to be a civilian, he is more comfortable living in White Deer Town than the average citizen, and that anyone should look at his father and give himself three points.

Labor doesn't want to be a cannonball battlefield for this Rausch's kingdom of Ovillas. It's none of my business if this kingdom exists. It's the real idea of the transcenders.

“Alas..." Mr. Morsan shook his head: "I have to tell you the truth, Claude, that you are a gynecologist, and in a sense, every gynecologist is a reserve in the kingdom. Even if you choose to be a civilian, as long as the kingdom is at war with the outside world, you are the first to be forcibly recruited, which is no longer a question of your willingness. Therefore, voluntary enlistment is better than forced enlistment in wartime. After all, even being a junior officer in the military has a much higher survival rate on the battlefield than being an ash soldier...”

What... gymnastics students turned out to be reserves in the kingdom... Claude suddenly realized at this moment, no wonder gymnastics courses are fencing, horn power, boxing, long run, iron chunk throwing and long stick killing these subjects, and, by the way, equestrian training, and third-grade firearm training. No wonder I thought I was in a recruit training camp...

This is outrageous and shameful. The transcendent thought that he thought that the education of this shitty kingdom was good, allowing students to choose their own path of martial arts. I didn't expect students to pay tuition fees, but rather train themselves as reservists in the kingdom. This shitty kingdom has saved even the cost of training recruits...

“Actually, enlistment isn't as scary as you think.” Mr. Morsan smoked a cigarette and said: "Claude, you are 16 years old. After the major illness at the end of last year, you learned a lot. You will love your sister and brother at home, you will work for your mother, your academic achievement will improve, and you will love to read books. I am happy to see these changes as a father, although your relationship with your brother is not very good...”

Speaking of which, Mr. Morsan suddenly paused, it was probably reminiscent of Claude beating Albert that day: "So today I want to talk to you seriously about your future. As parents, we certainly don't want you children to leave us as adults. Even if you start a family in the future, we want the family to live together in harmony and never be separated...

But as a father, I have to think about your future, and in any case, I want you to earn your national identity. If it is a time of peace, then I can shelter you in White Deer Town, and even if you are a civilian, you can live well. But the situation outside the kingdom is not very good right now. The Kingdom of Nasri in the eastern part of the continent united those four principalities to form another anti-Olympic alliance, and I judge that in a few years our kingdom will have another war with the anti-Olympic alliance countries.

If you were still a civilian, you would be forcibly recruited and sent to war, and there was nothing I could do. That's why I decided to let you join the army early after graduation, and to send you to the mainland of Nubian, where Governor Jerry Hawthorne of the Tilsim region... Viscount Van Cruz is your godfather, and beside him, I am confident that your safety will be assured and that you will soon be honored. ”

Turns out my father already made arrangements and Claudette was relieved. The judgment that the kingdom and the anti-Olympic allies would erupt in a few years' time, which Claude agrees with, and the current affairs reviews and kingdom news reports from the County Journal published in the White Deer Morning News have revealed, for example, that the kingdom newspaper would never mention the resentment of several wars between the two countries during the honeymoon following the signing of the peace agreement with the Nasseri kingdom.

But Claude was curious about that godfather who fell from the sky, who never knew he had a noble godfather, who seemed to be with this Jerry Hawthorne as a father. Viscount Van Cruise can't make it up there. It's a Viscount, a higher rank than the Baron, and a Governor of the Overseas Territories.

Mr. Morsan seemed to know what Claude was thinking, and he said in a tone of memory: "I was young and had not yet been granted national status, just an ordinary administrative document in the town hall, but at that time I was awarded the fourth executive award for an administrative proposal, and the one who came to reward me was Jerry Hawthorne. Viscount Van Cruise.

When he arrived in White Deer Town that day, you were born, and the Viscount was happy to agree to give you a name. Your name is Claude, or his friend in memory of the battle death sandbox, so he became your godfather. He came to see you all the time in Southwest Tri-County, only you were a little boy and didn't remember anything. Later, he went to the Nubician mainland, so he didn't have much contact. However, we still have a few letters to exchange each year... ”

So Claude thought, maybe going to the Nubian continent would be a good option.