"Here, is this a gift for me?" Claude reached out and grabbed the black matchlock gun placed on the straw, and slowly took it out.
This was really a huge surprise and a gift that Claude never expected. He told his father that he wanted to own a matchlock gun, but that was just a talk. In his heart, he never thought that Morsant
The husband would allow him to buy a musket, even if he raised the money and borrowed it in his father's name. In my memory, Mr. Morsanne never liked weapons very much. He believed that a smart mind was more important than a powerful weapon...
Why did my father buy me a musket as a gift? While looking at the matchlock in his hand fondly, Claude thought nervously in his heart: Is this considered compensation for me? What if I beat up that bastard Albert?
If there was a gift, then I would have beaten him up a long time ago. Could it be that the parents spent ten gold crowns to silence Miss Christina to settle the scandal of that guy, and for the sake of fairness, they would treat the two sons equally?
You just bought me this matchlock gun as a gift, so that I won't have any objections to it?
At this moment, Claude became suspicious again. The black matchlock gun in his hand was not a second-hand product. Looking at the packaging and the gun oil on it, it was clearly a new product that had just left the factory and was worth at least five or six dollars.
Why would his always stingy father spend such a large sum of money to buy a matchlock gun as a gift for himself? Does he have any ulterior motives?
If Mr. Morsant knew what Claude was thinking at this time, he might be so angry that he would directly stuff the newly purchased musket into the furnace and burn it.
In fact, Mr. Morsan's meaning is very simple. After all, Claude is also his second son, and his blood is thicker than water. Of course, he doesn't know that this second son's body contains the soul of a traveler from another world. He
Two paths in life were arranged for the eldest son, Albert, and the second son, Claude. Albert would take the civil service path, while Claude would join the army.
Mr. Morsan also knows that joining the army is not an easy road. After all, there are only a few lucky people like Verricro's father who have been in the army for fifteen years and have not caught up in any war. As long as they go to the battlefield, life and death will be at stake.
It's hard to say.
Out of a father's love for his son, Mr. Morsan certainly hoped that Claude would live as long as possible, so he thought of sending Claude to Tiersim on the continent of Nubisia after he graduated from high school.
The regional governor is Claude's nominal godfather, and it is much safer to enlist with him than to be randomly assigned by passive conscription.
When Claude said that he wanted to own a musket, Mr. Morsant thought about the road he would take in the future to join the army. He felt that it would not be a bad thing for Claude to become more familiar with muskets now. Maybe he would do so in the future.
Being familiar with the accuracy of musket shooting brings more security. This is why Mr. Morsant decided to spend money to buy Claude this brand new matchlock gun.
Mr. Morsan smiled and took out a handful of cut tobacco from his tobacco bag and stuffed it into his favorite pipe, lit it with a match and took a deep puff. These expensive cut tobacco came from the mainland of Nubisia, which is also under the direct jurisdiction of the Kingdom's overseas affairs.
Specialty products.
Smoking is Mr. Morsan's only hobby. Even though the price of cut tobacco is very high, Mr. Morsan has never been stingy with this luxurious hobby. He believes that smoking is very suitable for his status as an administrative executive. At the same time, smoking can
Keeping a clear mind, he can also use smoke to cover his expression when talking to others and observe the other person carefully, and use the short opportunity of lighting a match to judge the other person's intention, which is very important to him.
"Do you like this gift?" Mr. Morsan was very satisfied to see his second son's love for this musket.
"Yes, I like it very much and am very happy. Thank you father." Claude cooperated and showed a look of joy, and at the same time, there was some fear in the expression of surprise: "It's just, it's just that I don't understand.
, Father, why are you willing to buy such a new matchlock gun for me? Didn’t I remember that you said you hated weapons? "
Mr. Morsan straightened his expression. He did not expect Claude to ask such a question: "Yes, I hate weapons, and so does your elder brother. This is because we are civil servants and we are used to using administrative means and smart people."
Use your mind to solve problems, instead of acting like a reckless man who threatens the lives of others with weapons.
But you are different. You are a physical education student. You will be seventeen years old when you graduate from junior high school next year. Whether you are willing or not, according to the requirements of the Kingdom (the Bill on the Rights and Interests of the Four Civil Classes), you must be a student before the age of eighteen.
Make a choice about your future. Should you just find a job in the town and spend your life as a civilian, or should you fight for your national identity?
In Bailu Town, you don't have to think about becoming a civil servant based on your grades. Unless you can become the first in the school and have better test scores than all liberal arts students, then you can be officially recommended by the junior high school to enter the town office.
It depends on your luck whether there is a vacancy for civil servants in the town office.
Another option is to join the army and make meritorious deeds on the battlefield. Another option is to become a sailor and serve in the kingdom's maritime fleet. But from a safety perspective, I do not recommend taking this route. The risks at sea are even greater on the battlefield.
No matter how heavy the losses of the previous unit were, there are still some lucky ones, but when a war breaks out at sea, the losses are often calculated based on the number of ships.
You are sixteen years old this year. Some time ago, you and your friends even hunted such a big python, which made the whole town marvel at your courage. I think maybe your future is to enlist in the army.
On the road to joining the army, you also want to own a musket of your own, so now that you are still two years away from turning 18, let you get familiar with muskets first. I believe this will be very helpful for your future...
"
Claude was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect his father to discuss his future life choices with him in such a serious manner.
As a time traveler, he has no regard for anything (the Bill on the Rights and Interests of the Four Civil Classes). In his eyes, there is no difference between civilian status and national status. It is just a question of whether you pay more or less, and whether you can legally own firearms. Even
Even the Kingdom of Ovelas, where he lives, has no sense of belonging for him.
As a time-traveler, he thinks he understands what true freedom is. As a free time-traveler, in the future, he will naturally have his own place to stay. At worst, he will just pat his ass and wander around the world. He has always been
He didn't pay attention to the laws of the kingdom. The classification of the four major classes of civilians, civilians, nationals and nobles seemed so ridiculous in the eyes of the time traveler. He would not be bound by these boring legal provisions.
Just like what he and his three friends said about their aspirations, he hopes that he will become an explorer in the future, to explore the mysteries of this other world, to travel around this magical world, and to see the strange customs of various places.
Favor, this is the meaning of traveling to this world. Of course, it would be the best thing if you could learn magic.
But now his father wants to talk to him about serious life future choices. For a moment, he doesn't know how to answer: "This, this, father, if I don't join the army, I can become a civilian without leaving Bailu Town."
?”
Only a fool would leave White Deer Town before he grows up. After all, his father is also the administrative director of this town. To put it bluntly, he is like a local snake. And he is not the kind of local snake like the underground gang, but is covered with clothes.
Claude believes that even if he chooses to be a commoner, he will live more comfortably than the average citizen in Bailu Town. Everyone will give him a thumbs up for his father's sake.
Labor and management don’t want to be cannon fodder and fight on the battlefield for this shitty kingdom of Ovilas. Whether this bullshit kingdom exists or not is none of my business. This is the real thought of the time traveler.
"Alas..." Mr. Morsant shook his head: "I have to tell you a fact, Claude, you are a physical education student. In a sense, every physical education student is a reserve soldier of the kingdom.
Even if you choose to be a civilian, as long as there is a war in the kingdom, you will be the first batch of candidates to be forcibly conscripted into the army. This is no longer a question of whether you are willing or not. Therefore, it is better to voluntarily enlist in the army than to be forcibly conscripted during the war.
After all, even if you become a low-level officer in the army, your survival rate on the battlefield is much higher than that of a soldier who becomes cannon fodder..."
What... the physical education students turned out to be the reserve soldiers of the kingdom... Claude suddenly realized at this moment, no wonder the physical education courses include fencing, wrestling, boxing, long-distance running, iron throwing and long stick fighting. By the way,
There is also equestrian training, and musket shooting training begins in the third grade. No wonder I thought I was entering some kind of boot camp...
This is really too much and too shameless. The time traveler thought angrily that at first he thought that the education in this bullshit kingdom was good and allowed students to choose their own path of civility and martial arts. Unexpectedly, the students paid the tuition fees, but they ended up putting themselves at risk.
Trained into the kingdom's reserve soldiers, this bullshit kingdom even saves the cost of training new soldiers...
"Actually, joining the army is not as scary as you think." Mr. Morsan took a puff of cigarette and said, "Claude, you are sixteen years old. You have become much more sensible after the serious illness at the end of last year, and you will love and care for yourself at home.
Your sister and brother can help your mother with work, their academic performance has improved, and they also like to read. I can see all these changes. As a father, I am very happy, although the relationship between you and your eldest brother is not good...
"
At this point, Mr. Morsant suddenly paused, probably thinking of the day when Claude beat Albert: "So today I want to seriously talk to you about your future. As parents, of course we
We don’t want you children to leave our side when you grow up. Even if you get married and start a business in the future, we also hope that the family can live together in harmony and never be separated...
However, as a father, I must consider your future. No matter what, I hope you can earn national identity for yourself. If it is peacetime, then I can protect you in Bailu Town, and you can live even if you are a civilian.
The situation is very good. But the current external situation of the kingdom is not very good. The Nasseri Kingdom in the eastern part of the mainland has united with the four principalities to form an anti-Austria alliance again. I judge that in a few years, our kingdom will be in the same league as the anti-Austria alliance.
War broke out again in several countries.
If you were still a civilian at that time, you would be forcibly drafted into the army and sent to the battlefield immediately. I had nothing to do at that time. That’s why I decided to let you join the army as early as possible after graduation, and I also sent you to the mainland of Nubisia.
The Governor of the Tiersim region there, Viscount Jerryhausen Van Kruse, is your godfather. By his side, I believe your safety will be guaranteed and you will gain merit soon."
It turned out that his father had already made arrangements, and Claude breathed a sigh of relief. His father's judgment that a war would break out between the kingdom and the anti-Austrian alliance in the next few years was very much in agreement with Claude. During this period, the "White Deer Morning News" mentioned
The reprinted current affairs comments and Kingdom news reports from the county daily have shown signs of this. For example, during the honeymoon period after the peace agreement was signed with the Kingdom of Nasseri, the Kingdom newspapers would never mention the relations between the two countries.
The grievances of World War II.
However, Claude was very curious about the godfather who fell from the sky. He never knew that he had a godfather who was an aristocrat. His father's status seemed to be incompatible with Viscount Jerryhausen Van Kruse.
Ah, that's a viscount, one level higher than a baron, and he's also the governor of an overseas territory.
Mr. Morsant seemed to know what Claude was thinking. He said in a recalling tone: "I was still very young at that time and had not yet obtained national identity. I was just an ordinary administrative clerk in the town office. But at that time, because of
An administrative proposal won the fourth administrative commendation, and the person who came to present the award to me was Viscount Jerryhausen Van Kruse.
When he arrived at White Deer Town that day, you happened to be born, and the Viscount happily agreed to name you. Your name, Claude, was given by him in memory of his friend who died on the battlefield, so he became you.
Godfather. When he was in the three southwest counties, he often came to see you, but you were still young at that time and didn't remember anything. Later he went to Nubisia continent, and the contact was less. But every year we still have
Several letters exchanged..."
So, Claude thought, maybe going to the continent of Nubisia would be a good choice.