Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 364: Derivique

Claude's past life was just a technician responsible for program support and logistics, but he followed the boss for a long time, mixed up in the mall, and saw a lot of scenes. I've never seen a pig run, but I've eaten a lot of pork, and naturally I know what a pig looks like. So he behaved like an honest student in front of Marshal Michelle, but in front of Mr. Vibran, he was like a shopping mall old gas stick, talking funny, comfortable.

Even though this mining and business association put a lot of money on him, Claude would never look flattered and thrilled. His attitude remained ambiguous and he made no promises in favour of mining and business associations when he succeeded Marshal Michel as Commander-in-Chief of the theatre. The businessman was profitable, Claude knew very well that he could invest in him and naturally looked forward to greater returns.

I thought Mr. Viberon's business was just these two things, but Claude didn't expect Mr. Viberon to talk to him for a while, and after speculation that the next colonial war in the Kingdom of Hicks would take several years to prepare, he pulled his National Bank account out of his pocket and put it in front of Claude.

“What does that mean?” Did Claude Heart say it was a blatant bribe? It's too irrelevant to put this national bank account in front of yourself like this...

Mr. Viberon laughed: "Baron, this is a bearer account, and the password is in the back. Whoever takes this account to the National Bank can use the password to withdraw the deposit in the account. However, there is only one riazo on it for account opening and there are no other deposits.

Perhaps the Baron has already heard that, as Governor and Governor of the direct administration of Amphiston, he receives a bonus of 10% of his dry stock each year from two major gold and silver mines. This account is used for dividends, and the amount of dividends will not be credited to this account until the end of the year. Now that the Amphiston administration is in theatre, there is no governor and governor, so that the commander in chief command of theatre can enjoy this 10% stake. ”

Claude laughed, picked up the account and looked at it, and it was really anonymous. But he immediately threw the account back on the table: “Why are you giving me this early? I think Marshal Michel is now the commander in chief of the war zone, and this account should be given to him. Mine won't have a dividend until next year..."

Mr. Vibran nodded and admitted: "Marshal Michel naturally had such an account, and the previous two years' dividends had been called to him. This year, however, he did not, because he was leaving his post to return to Wangdu at the end of November, when our association would have a generous farewell gift for him. But this dividend of 10% of the dry stock was at the end of December, so Marshal Michel is no longer eligible for this dividend, and if you succeed him, the dividend will be yours. ”

“You're realistic. One month away, Marshal Michelle lost a lot of money.” Claude shook his head: "Perhaps I should persuade His Excellency the Marshal to postpone his journey back to Wangdu until January next year, so that he could at least get this dividend. ”

Mr. Viberon blushed a little: “Baron, it's not that we don't care about old times, it's just the rules of the association, and this dividend is only allocated to the then serving Chief Officer of the direct administration of Amphiston, whether the Governor or the Chief Commander of the war zone, or the incoming or immediate departure, as long as whoever is in office on the date of the dividend belongs to whomever..."

The incumbent is better in charge, but it is fair and fair to do so. No one has anything to say, at best, but complain that he has no such fortune. Like Marshal Michel, we're a month away from getting this dividend. But Claude laughed, and Marshal Michelle naturally didn't see the money in his eyes, and Claude suspected that his previous collection of the dividend was just a folklore, reluctant to embarrass the miners and businessmen.

“Well, my friend, your association's kind to me. Is there anything else I can do?” Claude looked at Mr. Vibran's head and asked, "Didn't you say there was one more personal thing you wanted me to do...”

“Oh, here's the thing...” Mr. Viberon began to say.

Turns out Mr. Viberon has two sons and one daughter, his eldest daughter is already married, and his third son is still two years old. He is currently a literary student studying in the country of Castle Grenouille. Mr. Viberon is worried about his second son, Derivique, who is 29 years old.

What surprised Claude was that Mr. Viberon's second son, Derivique, was a retired soldier who had been in the Eastern War for five years. Claude, remember when the kingdom of Orvillas didn't recruit in the seven overseas territories, how did he go to war?

Oh, I didn't expect this Derevyck to sneak into the kingdom when he was eighteen years old to recruit as a volunteer. Mr. Viberon had intended this willing son to serve in the armed forces in the area under Amphiston, but he almost had a heart attack when he didn't expect him to come out. His wife went to the temple of war every day to pray, hoping that the son would return safely.

Perhaps it was a sincere heart of Mr. and Mrs. Viberon that moved the gods of war, and as a result his son, Derivique, after five years of Eastern Regional Warfare, was not only unharmed, but also promoted to lieutenant in the kingdom. Only because he was in a second-line regiment and had been downsized after the war, grass-roots officers from overseas jurisdictions, such as Derivique, were among the first to be forcibly discharged. Even if Derevich wanted to continue his military career, he could only return to Amphiston.

After returning home, Derivique was relieved to become a manager at Mr. Viberon's Mineral Resources Company, married again a year later, and is now the father of three children. Mr. Viberon thought he would be able to take over the family business in a few more years, but he didn't expect the son to be nearly thirty years old and have a disturbing heart. A while ago, he actually said he wanted to sign up to join the army, continue his military dream, and then the house started to make a scene, the big crying little howl, the mess became a mess, but Derivique died and his heart had to join the army.

“Why did he have to enlist?” Claude was somewhat strange that retired veterans like this, especially at the grass-roots level, would hardly be subjected to compulsory recruitment again without national identity. Unless the situation is extremely urgent and there is a critical shortage of troops, at that time men generally have to pick up their weapons and go to the front. Otherwise, it would be voluntary and would be based on the ranks of the military before discharge.

Families of the 100,000 demobilized soldiers who emigrated to the war zone, mainly as civilians, lived in poverty, which was why, tempted by the money of those emerging commercial aristocrats, they agreed to move to the Nubian mainland and were willing to take up arms and join the army again to fight for their future and that of their families in order for their families to own their own property.

Derivique is different. He doesn't have to worry about his livelihood. To be honest, Mr. Viberon's family estate ranks among the top ten in the Amphiston administration, and he's a wealthy man. Moreover, there is no significant difference between national and civilian status in overseas jurisdictions, where people are less highly qualified than in the mainland of the Kingdom and have few rights apart from difficulties in holding public office.

“He never forgot the dream of being a general he had as a child...” Mr. Viberon explained to Claude helplessly. It turns out that Derivique had a dream when he was a kid, in which he enlisted as a soldier and then made his mark on the battlefield, and by the time the war was over, he had become a victorious general of the kingdom. It was only when he rode the white horse leading the troops into the kings proudly under His Majesty's scrutiny that he suddenly fell off the horse and the dream ended.

“At that time he told us about his dream. Remember that time I encouraged him to persevere in pursuing his dream. Maybe when he grew up he could really be a general of the kingdom...” Mr. Viberon smiled bitterly: “Perhaps he always took my encouragement for granted, so when the war broke out in the Eastern region for five years, he felt that the war was his calling, his destiny belonged to him, which was filled with the fact that we secretly bought tickets to join the army voluntarily in the mainland of the kingdom, in order to be able to fight the battlefield...”

According to Derivique's voluntary enlistment and his heroic performance in the battlefield, he was supposed to have been retained by the Royal Army Ministry after the war and sent to the main army to serve as a grass-roots officer. However, he was born from a direct overseas jurisdiction and, in accordance with the provisions of the Royal Ministry of the Army, military personnel from the direct overseas jurisdiction should serve in the mainland of Nubian.

In addition, he joined a second-line regiment, which was downsized entirely after the war, so he was forced to retire and received only one letter of recommendation. In other words, if he wants to continue his military career, he can use this letter of recommendation to go to seven overseas territories in the Nubian mainland to secure a position in the armed forces.

It was only after five years of war in the eastern region that Derivique had no interest in continuing to serve in the armed forces of the seven overseas territories, and it was only natural for him to know what the armed forces were made of in those locations. Not to mention that the positions of officers in these forces are a pit, that more officers are assumed by the personal relatives of the governors, and that outside guards like Derivique, wherever they join, are invisible.

This is why Derivique came home directly to help in the family business, but it was unexpected that the colonial garrison of the Kingdom of Hicks had taken the idea of the Kingdom's Overseas Territories. Derevík wanted to join the army after the outbreak of the colonial war, but it would have happened that his wife was close to giving birth because of fear of stimulus and because his parents had persuaded him not to receive a call order.

Unexpecting the Kingdom to win two colonial wars, the Kingdom of Hicks still refused to stop, vowed to persevere in this colonial war and claimed to form 10 standing legions to wash away the shame of two colonial wars. Looking at the war to continue, Derivique finally couldn't hold on to his mind to become a general. His youngest son would be two and a half years old, no longer cared for, and Iron Heart was going to join the army.

Couldn't persuade his son to change his mind, Mr. Viberon had to choose a good army for his son, and he thought Claude's army was the most reliable after repeated comparisons. First of all, Claude's Rangers, the most combative and offensive force of the Rangers, always stands out for great merit, and serving in such a force is the easiest opportunity for merit and promotion. Secondly, Claude's forces are also characterized by the fact that Mr. Viberon attaches the utmost importance to winning battles every time at the least cost of casualties.

So Mr. Viberon's personal business was to ask Claude to join his own son, Derivique, in his ranks. Perhaps in Mr. Viberon's eyes, with Claude's thighs in his arms, his son Derivique might actually have been killed as a general. If he were to gain the title of nobility further, he would die with no regrets in his life.

“My friend, did you really decide that?” Claude shook his head with a bitter smile: "Soldiers were in danger of war, and any accident on the battlefield could happen, even a colonel like me sometimes had to fight for himself. If you really decide to make him my subordinate, then you and your wife must be ready to lose him. This is not a joke...”

Claude was telling the truth, but Mr. Viberon nodded resolutely: “Baron, I know that our couple's demands have embarrassed you, but since my son Derivique still wants to be a member of the Royal Army, we have decided to make it his dream.

After making that difficult decision, our couple naturally understood that it was not a safe path, but full of glory and danger, and that he would sacrifice at any moment. But our couple hopes that even if he falls, he will be a decent member of the Royal Army, which is the path he has chosen, and we will not regret it... "

Claude nodded after a long thought: "My friend, since it was your request, I promised your son, Derivique, a chance. In the next few days, we will return from Fallu Town and settle in Lanhu Town. When you get Derivique to come to me, I'll put him under my command as a combat staff officer.

The rank is based on the rank of Lieutenant when Derivique retired, so that he becomes familiar with the military first. After all, he has been away from the army for so long, and he also has to re-learn the tactics and new tactics of our Rangers. Of course, I didn't have the authority to make him a member of the Ranger Corps, I just opened a small door for him to see if he could be a soldier again.

Marshal Michel has decided that within the three months he has not left office, our theatre will be reconfigured to complete the basic framework of the five reinforced divisions. In the future, when the immigrants arrive in batches, all we have to do is fill in these five reinforced divisions to replenish the troops. If your son Derivique does have military talent, I will use it to find him a suitable position in my immediate division... "

“Thank you, thank you, Lord Baron.” Mr. Viberon was delighted and thanked.

After sending the Viberons away, Claude finally stayed quietly at home for a few days. But he wasn't very comfortable at home, and Claude felt very troubled by his son's naughty troubles and disobedience. He tried to beat him up several times to teach him a lesson, but he was always stopped by his mother. The little bastard has experience, and as soon as he gets in trouble, he'll be safe with Grandma. Claude couldn't do anything about it even if he had a bigger fire...

In addition to his son letting Claude down, his mother's nagging also made Claude feel the difference between life and hardship. Mother's nagging, of course, wasn't about Claude, but about her sister Anna. Sometimes Claude wonders if the chemistry and physics she taught her sister Anna were wrong, and she doesn't do any drug trials anymore, but rather likes to experiment with the explosive synthesis that Claude taught her in the Alchemy Character Array. So much so that she now has to move the so-called drug lab into a remote lakeside corner to avoid the frequent explosions that shock the town's inhabitants...

A week later, a group of three dozen rides entered Lanhu Town. On the same day, Claude received a message from Legion Command that Marshal Michel had sent him to Castle Grenouille to attend a preparatory meeting for the new war zone the following morning.