Fairy’s Box

In the early morning of the next day, on the right side of the Thracian Governor's Palace, in the courtyard of the temporary branch of the Knights of the Holy Armor.

Yale was queuing up in this spacious courtyard with his or her documents in hand. There were more than 20 people standing in front of him, ranging in age from 30 to 50 years old, all of them were knights of natural disasters.

I didn't expect that there would be so many Calamity Knights in Thrace, and today is the second day... What kind of opponent would be able to push the Empire to this level?

The black-haired knight thought about it, and subconsciously touched his chest with his left hand, where there was a bundle of Charlene's hair, which he wrapped several layers of oilcloth and put it in his pocket.

Before Yale left, the sky had just broken, and in the dry and cold morning wind, the green-haired girl cut off a strand of her hair with her nails and handed it to him with a handkerchief, her eyes red and said:

"Wherever you go, you must think of me and come back intact!"

When the invaders are repelled, of course, I will come back intact. At that time, I will not let you go as easily as last night.

The black-haired knight recalled the obsession last night. The other party was almost breathless after being bullied by him, but he still looked stubborn and couldn't help smiling.

"Hello, name?" A slightly hoarse, neutral female voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

how so fast?

Yale came back to his senses, the team in front had been emptied, and beside the stone table under the sunshade, a tall and handsome female officer was looking at him up and down.

"Aare Bernstein." He signed up and pushed his identification over.

"You don't look young? Better think about it."

The female officer took the certificate of the black-haired knight and gave him a cursory glance. Seeing that he did not answer, she was about to stamp a certificate, and suddenly raised her head like lightning:

"Brunette? Pureblood? Last name Bernstein? You're second in the obelisk?"

"Why are you so surprised? Just because I am the second seat?" Yale looked at the official seal hanging in the air, and his eyes returned to the female officer.

"That's not true." The other party shook his head with a smile, hesitated for a moment, or printed the official seal hanging in the air, and quickly explained:

"I'm just a little surprised that there are four of the six second seats in the obelisk."

"Four?"

Yale's eyelids jumped, and he was just about to ask questions. The latter volunteer had already filled in, so he didn't bother to ask any more and went directly to the medical examination hall at the back.

After buying the threshold, the amplified voice of a loudspeaker continued to echo: "After you enter the channel, please show your natural disaster weapons one by one. We will divide you into different troops according to different models. Thank you for your cooperation."

"If you are a swordsman, please come here."

"If the rank is assassin, please come to me."

"If the rank is Berserker, please come here."

...

In front of it are seven gates, which correspond to the seven classes except the watchers. Next to each gate, there is a soldier holding a sign and shouting loudly.

Yale walked quickly into the passage that marked the entrance of the Berserkers, and immediately summoned his own natural disaster weapon. There were also more than a dozen Berserkers in front of him, but they were all mass-produced standard equipment, and it was estimated that they were all just retired veterans.

Roservia's war pattern is usually divided into two standard productions, one goes the elite route (high cost, slow effect, high yield), and the other goes mass production route (low cost, quick effect, low yield), to ensure all aspects of the empire military needs.

Citizens with innocence and above average talent, and a certain level of knowledge, most of them will be included in the elite line for training, and the Obelisk is one of the top institutions.

Knights who take the elite route will be included in the officer system if there is no accident. As long as they reach the standard of natural disaster knights, they will be at least a lieutenant.

Of course, if the man really has no commanding ability, he will always be a lieutenant.

But the empire has never been stingy with the knight class, even if it is just a lieutenant with a formal military rank, it represents a life of worry-free food and clothing, year after year, there is a bounty every month, and the emperor likes to give mansions and wines when he has nothing to do.

If you follow the mass production route, you are usually a non-commissioned officer, but if you can get through the fourth rank and make military exploits, you will also be included in the officer system. However, due to the limited potential, if there is no particularly excellent commanding ability, it will definitely not be high, but occasionally there will be monsters.

If you only have the power of blood and courage, are not interested in commanding operations, but have great military achievements, then you will stay in the non-commissioned officer position (the officer can also be transferred), but the rank will be increased.

The top non-commissioned officer, also known as the sergeant, enjoys the same level of treatment as a general. The military uniform and even the driver's seat are almost the same. The only difference is whether they can command operations.

As for the rank of admiral, the highest honor of knighthood, personal combat power and strategic ability are indispensable, and they all reach the top level. Even with Roservia's vast territory and national strength, it is only a mere seventh.

These two routes are distinct and overlapping, ensuring the superiority of the empire's high-end combat power and strengthening the resilience of the backbone.

In addition to these two, the empire also produces a lower-level zero-type war pattern, also known as the mercenary war pattern. In short, it is a civilian war pattern. It usually looks very fancy and has extremely low practicality, but Better than nothing.

Yale is a young calamity knight with a furnace forging steel battle pattern. As long as he graduates, he will be an officer, but...after all, he has not graduated yet.

So much so that he is now being contested by a group of Master Chiefs in a daze. These people almost broke their voices, pulling the black-haired knight with a blushing neck and a thick neck.

"Young man, I've been in the army for ten years, experienced hundreds of battles, went to the barren vacant seat, and got off Tartaros. Come with me. This time, I will help you to make a fortune and make a fortune.

A one-eyed middle-aged Master Chief said that the spit was flying, and he pulled Yale to prepare to enter his team.

"Bah!" Someone spat at him immediately, the gray-haired old sergeant widened his eyes angrily, patted his chest hard, and shouted loudly:

"Ten years is nothing. I have been loyal to the country for fifteen years. I have beaten the Pantheon and smashed the Golden Sparrow Palace. I still can't stand here, come with me, and I won't go home safely."

"Jerin, don't pretend to be an old bastard, who doesn't know that you have been in the logistics management for ten years for fifteen years!" One of the sergeants who knew his old bottom roared fiercely.

"You say it again! Believe it or not, I'll kill you?" Jere was furious because of Master Chief's brain, and he waved his fist vigorously, trying to deter him with force.

Yale looked at them blankly, then glanced at his inspection book, his heart became more and more heavy, and there was a line of clear words written on it - Your Excellency Corporal Yale Bernstein, after various inspections, he decided to take you. Incorporated into the Assault Battalion of the Knights of the Holy Armor, thank you for your dedication to the Empire.

The so-called Assault Battalion... If I change the name... it's the Spear Battalion... The Spear...