After a week, Locke returned to the division's logistics office.
This time, he even met an old friend.
"Hello!" Locke smiled and greeted a red-haired man not far away from him.
After seeing Locke, the red-haired man squeezed a stiff smile on his face and replied, "Hello!"
The red-haired man might not have smiled often, but the forced smile on his face was as ugly as it could be.
This man was the knight who interrogated Locke last time.
Ignoring the whispering soldiers and onlookers around him, Locke held his head high and strode through the door of the logistics office.
The red-haired knight's awkward back was left behind.
Locke had never been a magnanimous person. He was flexible when it came to people who were stronger than him and had a higher position than him.
This red-haired man had once tried to attack him, so Locke didn't need to show any mercy.
Perhaps it was because he had seen too many big shots, or perhaps it was because his strength had skyrocketed, but at this time, facing an opponent who was about the same position as him and was only one rank higher than him, Locke felt a little disdainful. Although Locke was unwilling to admit it, the fact was that he had become arrogant.
Locke's mood was inexplicably better after being disrespected by someone with a higher position and strength than him. Now, he looked at everything with a bright and open look.
Seeing Locke leave not far away, Cass finally couldn't help but punch a boulder next to him. The boulder that was half the height of a person turned into dust under Cass's punch, which had the strength of a mid-rank Knecht.
Cass couldn't help but be angry. He was actually disrespected by an ant who was lower than him in both rank and strength. It had been a long time since Cass experienced something like this. It seemed that ever since he showed extraordinary impetus talent, no one dared to treat him like this.
Although Locke was very angry, Cass still didn't have the guts to attack him. Even though everyone around him was on the same side, and Cass could rely on his own strength to beat Locke up.
Since he was stronger than Locke, he had no choice but to bow down. Just from the fact that the division jarl personally came to pick Locke up last time, it could be seen that this low-rank Knecht kid wasn't an ordinary person.
Low-rank Knecht? Cass suddenly came back to his senses. This kid actually advanced in such a short time! Thinking about what potion he came to exchange for last time, Cass had no choice but to accept it. Everyone had their differences, and some people were born with more dignity than others.
Cass misunderstood that Locke was a noble, even though he didn't act like one at all.
At this time, the logistics staff who served Locke was a rather quick-witted clerk. He seemed to have learned from his colleagues that Locke in front of him was a big shot. Locke himself was not used to his eagerness.
"I want to check my military achievements!" Locke didn't have time to waste on the clerk, so he told him the reason for his visit.
"No problem! Sir, please wait a moment, "the clerk hurriedly replied.
Speaking of which, it was quite funny. To be able to work as a clerk in the logistics department of the army, this fellow should have quite a lot of connections and backing. At the very least, he would not be a commoner. But now, he was being bossed around by Locke. Locke was of noble birth.
Apart from this clerk, there was also the red-haired knight from before. As a mid-rank Knecht, he was a retainer of a count. He was able to survive four years of war until now, so he had a lot of military achievements. At least after the war ended, it wouldn't be a problem for him to be conferred the title of a knight. Even so, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Locke. One had to know that although the lord he served was also a count, he was not at the same level as the division jarl of 2nd Division, Count George.
The clerk went to check on Locke's military achievements. There were hundreds of platoon jarls like him in 2nd Division. The information recorded by each of them was detailed and rough, and they were all different. Altogether, it took up to half a room's worth of information.
Locke looked around curiously. This time, he came to a place that looked like a secret room. It was a relatively remote place in the logistics department of 2nd Division. Locke was always a little curious about such mysterious places.
However, before Locke could find anything unusual, the clerk exclaimed, "Sir Locke, you! You? "
Locke turned his head and saw the clerk pointing at a notebook in his hand in a panic. His panicked look attracted the attention of many people in the room.
Locke took the notebook from the man's trembling hands and searched for his name on the large notebook for a long time. Locke didn't know many words, but he knew his own name. He only needed to find the words that he knew.
Even Locke almost fainted when he saw it. How many zeros were there after his name? Three? Or four?
He counted carefully and found that there were four! 10000 military merit! Locke's lips trembled. What the hell was going on?
When Locke was promoted from a second-rate soldier to a platoon jarl, he used up all 100 of his military merit points. Since then, Locke had participated in very few battles. The only battle he participated in was the siege of Farlans. Also, as a platoon jarl, he would receive a corresponding monthly allowance.
But no matter how he calculated, Locke couldn't have more than 100 military merit points. Based on his previous estimation, it would be good if he had sixty or seventy military merit points.
The Faustian military had very strict conditions for obtaining military merit. Unless one completed an important mission, they could only go to the military to obtain military merit points by killing the enemy and taking their waist tags. Serfs were worth one military merit point, third-rate soldiers were worth five points, and second-rate soldiers were worth ten points.
In other words, Locke's current military merit points were equivalent to killing a thousand second-rate soldiers. Wasn't this nonsense? Not to mention Locke, even a high-rank Knecht like Wyr would have no other choice but to run when faced with a thousand second-rate soldiers.
Locke wasn't the only one who was speechless about his military merit points. Every member of 2nd Division's logistics department who heard the news and came to join in the fun also thought that it was impossible.
"Did you remember wrongly?" Although Locke coveted the huge amount of military merit points, he still asked rationally.
"No! No! Brother Locke! "The one who answered was Division Jarl George, who walked in with his fat body. As the jarl of 2nd Division, George hurriedly dropped his work and rushed over after hearing from his subordinates that Locke had gone to the logistics department.
"Greetings, Jarl George." Locke bowed slightly and gave George a knight's salute.
"Greetings, Jarl George." "Greetings, Lord Count." George was surrounded by greetings from the rest of the people around him.
At this moment, George didn't have the air of a division jarl at all. Last time, he called Locke a junior, but this time, he directly addressed him as an equal. Not to mention the others around him, even Locke was stunned when he called him 'brother'.
"This military merit was jointly issued to you by Prince Kenzir, Marmen and Princess Angelina. I can prove the authenticity of this military merit here!" George said in a rough voice. He was explaining to the rest of the people around him. After all, the amount of military merit was too large. If any rumors were to spread, not only Locke, but the reputation of 2nd Division would also suffer a big blow.
After saying this, George pulled Locke's shoulder and left. Seeing their jarl and Locke's intimate actions, everyone who stayed in the logistics department and witnessed this scene would probably remember Locke in their hearts. He should be the son of a big shot. This was what everyone was thinking. The clerk who served Locke was especially excited at this time. If a big shot like Locke put in a good word for him in front of the jarl, his future would be bright and open.
As George sent him off, Locke finally got a general idea of what happened. Of his ten thousand military merit points, two thousand were given by Prince Kenzir, one thousand and five hundred by Marmen, and the rest were given to him by Princess Angelina.
Locke knew that Angelina had become the person in charge of the caster unit. Casters were mysterious, so Locke didn't have any detailed understanding of the unit. He had seen less than five casters in all these years, and all of them were seen from afar. He only knew that this unit should be more elite than Lion's cavalry division.
From George's words, Locke could tell that Angelina had probably allocated all the military merits she could to Locke. Not to mention Locke, even George, as the division jarl, felt melancholy when he saw the amount of military merits that could be awarded to him.
The resources that could be exchanged for the military merit was also a great fortune for him, the head of one of the few noble families in the Kingdom of Faustian. George could only be envious and jealous of Locke's good luck. More importantly, even if he was given a few guts, he wouldn't dare to be greedy for this military merit.
Who would dare to touch the reward personally issued by the three bigwigs who stood at the top of the Faustian pyramid?
After leaving the supply camp, Locke was still dizzy. He was a little dizzy from the huge amount of military merit. No wonder Angelina acted so matter-of-factly when he advanced to a low-rank Knecht. No wonder she suggested him to change his equipment. Locke understood a lot in an instant.
It wasn't until he was about to approach their camp that he suddenly realised that he seemed to have missed out on something important. He hadn't exchanged his weapons and armour yet. The military merit wouldn't increase in value if he kept it. Locke would go to the Ministry of War, oh no, to the military in the afternoon to pick out his equipment.
With ten thousand military merit points, Locke could be said to be the soldier with the most military merit points in the Faustian army at this time.
The majestic and lifeless palace complex was located in the middle of a mountain range. The city walls were still tall and straight, and the arrow mounds were still intact. The gray and solemn marble pillars at the city gate still showed the glory this city once had.
Audis, the capital of Shalor, was located at the top of the mountains. It was a city that had been the symbol of glory for generations of Shalorian kings. It was a city that was about to enter its grave. At this moment, it was bleak in the cold north wind.
It had been almost a month since the Faustian army besieged it.
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