Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 47 Arrangements for Fathers

Claude and his three partners once again went over the wall behind the school, but this time they came out after lunch. As Bok Al said, we now have all the money around us, but we can't afford to spend it. Going out to eat delicious food every day is quick money, just like Claude spent three Doriazos on his last treat. Second, if you get used to eating good food, then school lunch will be difficult to enter. What if you run out of money?

You have to admit that Bok Al is quite right, even going to town to find some delicious food and Alexon went to the cafeteria orally to have that awful lunch with everyone, and then went over the wall after that.

The destination of the four remains the old Monk fishing gear and onboard supplies dealership at the slum dock. Although the current owner, Wakuri, changed the brand of his ancestral store, he did not abandon the grocery store business. The gunpowder guns for the new guns that Claude and Boquer needed had to be bought from him.

Mr. Morsan talked to Claude for a long time last night, openly communicating with him about the future of Claude's life, making him realize that his father had planned his life very well and had to accept the result with great care.

There is no way, this is not the society of previous generations that can survive just by walking away and working casually. The social fabric of this alien world is completely different and the restrictions on individual freedom are so severe that, as a civilian, there is no proper reason to go abroad, then there will be endless interrogations and inventories waiting for him.

In the case of war, then the suspicion of evasion of military service will always accompany, and evasion of military service, not just in the Kingdom of Ovieras, is classified as a felony by the countries of the Farea continent, punished with at least 10 years of hard labour, unlucky or even indefinite...

In the kingdom of Ovilas, the right to personal liberty can only be enjoyed if you become a national, because you have already contributed to the kingdom and gained citizenship. So you're free to walk on the kingdom's territory, whether you're doing business or traveling, even with firearms, and of course you can't do anything against the kingdom's laws in your national capacity.

The vast majority of the continent is sparsely populated and, despite years of fighting, the Royal Army is basically repressing and exterminating the rebellious indigenous armed forces. Even though those indigenous forces, more or less with the help of some other countries, have replaced the original weapons of the stone axe wooden spears in their hands and picked up more advanced fire rope guns, they remain unscathed in the face of the Royal Army, whose war damage ratio amounts to dozens or more in exchange for the casualties of a Royal soldier.

As Governor of Tilsim, Jerry Hawthorne. The godson of Viscount Van Cruz, even nominally, who travelled to the Nubian mainland to join his own godfather in the army, will certainly receive the appropriate care, at least not to be sent on duty to more dangerous war-torn places. And the biggest possibility is that they'll be placed in the Governor's Guard, in the Tyrsim area, somewhere safer than the Governor?

That's how Mr. Morsan analyzes it. He thinks if Claude can be smarter, get Jerry Hawthorne. If the trust of Viscount Van Cruz, and in his capacity as a godson, does not come as a surprise, he will be regarded by the Governor General as a heart and a heart that he will carry vigorously after three or four years.

So it doesn't take fifteen years, up to seven or eight years for Claude to get his national identity. After all, it's easy to do something on the battlefield, even in the rear, to profit from the assistance of some command and logistical supplies.

In terms of security, Mr. Morsan believed that even a few more years of war between the Kingdom and the five anti-Olympic countries would not affect the situation in the seven overseas territories of the continent. The emplacement of nearly 100,000 troops there by the Kingdom is sufficient to clear several of the overseas territories of the AOSIS five countries on the continent of Nubia, and in particular their deployment there of fewer than 30,000 troops, which cannot possibly be the rivals of the Royal Army at all. With the Royal Army on the brink, the greatest possibility for the enemy is to surrender and go to the prison camp.

So the worst war can only take place in the eastern part of the Farea continent, which is likely to be yet another war of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of casualties. The Alliance of Five Against the Olympics will suppress the rise of the Kingdom of Ovilas, while the Kingdom will ensure the safety of the maritime corridor to the Overseas Territories of the Nubian mainland. The two largest battlefields on both sides will be those excellent port cities in the Alliance of Five Against the Olympics in the eastern part of the mainland, of which the Kingdom will occupy at least two to provide sufficient ground for its expanding maritime fleet.

There is no objection to the victory of the Kingdom, Mr. Morsan, but the Kingdom must pay a commensurate heavy casualty price if it is to defeat the anti-Olympic alliance. The war is likely to last for three or four years, until the opposing parties have exhausted all their armaments before considering sitting down to continue bargaining and negotiating a return to peace in the eastern part of the Farea continent.

However, Mr. Morsan believes that this war will be followed by two or three decades of peace, and that both the victorious and the defeated will need time to lick their wounds. Once again, their respective armaments will accumulate, awaiting the outbreak of the next war.

At this time, Claude, who had avoided this fierce war on the continent of Nubian, should have gained his national identity. He could have chosen his life path again, continued his military service, retired to White Deer Town for a peaceful life, or stepped into politics and become a local official, such as a police chief...

Mr. Morsan's vision was very good, and he did everything in his power to keep Claude safe. But it depends on Claude's luck and his own efforts. And as a father, Mr. Morsan fulfilled his duties and duties, and very rarely did he pay Claude a huge price to buy the Kingdom's newest Obash 2 type flare gun as a gift.

“This latest type of fire rope gun cost me six gold crowns.” Mr. Morsan said with sadness, "I bought this from Torubywell's gun factory in Barromise County, and he bought one. He wanted to buy a cheap, vintage flash rope gun for Boa to practice, and I advised him, if he was going to practice and get familiar with flash rope guns, why not spend more money on a flash rope gun like the one now equipped by the Royal Army? So in case they join the army in the future, they don't have to get familiar with that kind of fire rope gun anymore. Rubiewell thought I was right and bought Boa a a pair just like you..."

Rubiewell was the father of Bockall, a well-known businessman in White Deer Town, and the small and somewhat well-known Portman mall in the three southwestern counties was their home.

“You said Boa's father bought him a fire-rine gun, too?” Claude was stunned.

Mr. Morsan nodded: "Yes, Boa, like you, has to join the army after 18. Although his father had considered paying him a conscription contribution, if the war between the Kingdom and the anti-Ottoman alliance broke out, he would be forcibly recruited, even if he had paid his conscription contribution. So his father wanted to put him in the logistics department through a relationship, so that he could avoid going to war as a cannonball dust...”

Well, it's really snakes with rats and rats with different arrangements.

“Claude, I've given you a gift. But I have a few demands on you, too.” Mr. Morsan said very seriously.

Father's request was threefold, and Claude wanted to practice firing with a flaming rope gun only outside the town. Secondly, all gunpowder guns need to be purchased by Claude himself, and the family does not bear the expenses in this regard, and it seems that Mr. Morsan also understands that Claude was very wealthy around this time.

The final requirement is that Claude can hunt with this torch or something, and the family won't object. But it is strictly forbidden for Claude to use this fire rope gun to flaunt the town, threatening the lives of others. In the event of such a situation, Mr. Morsan would not hesitate to confiscate the firearm.

Claude agreed to these three requests from his father.

The next morning, as soon as he met Bok Al, the guy told Eriksson and Verolick with joy that he and Claude both had the latest type of fire rope gun in the kingdom. This left both Ericsson and Verolick jealous for half a day, and Ericsson decided to come home at night to talk to his father and ask him to buy him a similarly new type of torch.

Claude asked Verricolo how to grasp the firing accuracy of a fireline gun.

Villicro replied that there was no other way, only to keep firing, the more you can learn about the habit of the fireline gun in your hand, naturally you will understand the accuracy of the firing and the distance of the aiming error of the fireline gun, as long as you master this, the later aiming will consciously reduce the error gap in your consciousness and improve the accuracy of the shooting.

This is really unscientific. According to Verricolo, the firing of a fireline gun is mainly masked, so that you can understand some distance errors between aiming and shooting. Then, at the next aiming, you will automatically mediate the error gap to ensure that the re-firing is masked more accurately...

Verricolo was telling the truth, and that's how he felt when he fired the rope gun himself. Just like the last time we went to Bailu, at night by the creek, Velikoro shot the deer in the head. Fifty or sixty meters apart, still in the dark, only a tiny bit of moonlight shines on the water. But Véricolo was not forced to aim. According to the line of three o'clock, if the two firing points on the fireline gun and the mountain deer were truly aligned, the gun would not know where to fly.

It's just that Véricolo knows exactly what the distance between his aim and the target is, so he's aiming at a little bit of a finger in the upper-left corner of the head of a mountain deer. Ignition, shooting, a bullet in the head of a mountain deer fell, couldn't even escape, and soon struggled to convulse to death. Aim for the shot, it's actually that simple.

Claude also knew that Villicro wasn't lying to him, which was actually why he shot too many firewires, just like the story of the oil salesman in his textbook when he was a kid in his previous life, without him, but with his hands full. If you practice more, you become proficient. You know this logic, but it's hard to explain it to others. Only if you practice more will you have a wonderful intuition. You understand if the gun you fired will hit the target, and then you can say that you really have the habit of mastering the fire-rine gun.

But it was too slow, and Claude thought about it all morning, so he had an idea. However, he also had to familiarize himself with the operation and firing process of the rope gun, which was essential for the shooting exercise, so he dragged his partners to the slum pier at noon to find Vakuri to buy gunpowder and guns.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all your bookmates. To celebrate the festival, let's have another chapter today...