When Jiawen III personally put the medal that represented the highest honor on Chai Anping, Chai Anping found that he had indeed felt some excitement.
Not only for this country, but also for myself.
It was like an affirmation that he had traveled so long since he was no longer a palace guard that no one saw, but as a clear member of this country.
Chai Anping didn't understand those protagonists who seemed to be born with a certain mission, to kill all sentient beings and dominate the world as soon as they traveled through time. He even spent the first month after traveling through time living his own small life.
Until he was coerced by the mage and joined this torrent of Demacia.
“Since you’re already involved, let’s do it!”
He looked at the solemn white statue in front of him, with a certain kind of settled brilliance in his eyes.
White doves flew over, the honor guard played the music to complete the ceremony, and thousands of people finally cheered loudly.
Countless flowers and handkerchiefs were thrown high.
They became the brightest stars in the venue at this time.
Dobbin was moved to tears, while looking for his wife and daughter, wanting to celebrate this moment with them, well, even though he was only a third-class medalist.
Pickle's strong man won a second-class plus a third-class with one pick.
Quinn's several major achievements were combined and he was awarded a first-class medal. Demacia had not seen the scene of two first-class medals being awarded at once for decades.
Even though Galen had been in the army for so many years, he had never received a formal medal.
Because once a first-class medal is awarded, it means at least the noble status of an earl, and it is even possible to climb to another level... It is not a dream to inherit the title from generation to generation.
Chai Anping's mood at this time was somewhat similar to that of ranking first in the school and province in the college entrance examination, and then being put on the LCD screen at the school gate to scroll.
So vain!
…
After the ceremony officially ended, the whole city began the final carnival of the celebration. The parade set off from the grand square, surrounded by their heroes. Children chased and played with black thorn bread, ale was splashed wantonly, and the fragrance wafted throughout the streets.
street.
Quinn's entire team finally had a chance to have a drink together this time.
The late banquet did not dampen the interest of several people. After getting over the shadow of losing the mainstay of the family, Partridge couldn't help but drool with envy when he looked at the blue steel medals everyone wore on their chests.
In fact, a country like Demacia, which is constantly at war, is already used to the death of family members.
The sad interest will not stay for long, the living people will continue to fight for the country and themselves.
"drink wine!"
Partridge argued with everyone one cup after another, and soon he got under the table and collapsed, causing everyone to laugh.
The carnival lasted from day to night. Chai Anping and Captain Picker were the most frequently toasted objects. Although Chai Anping had been using magic power to dissolve the alcohol, drinking all kinds of wine still disturbed his consciousness.
Vague.
Pickle, his face slick with drink, was talking about the daughter of his comrade who often helped him take care of the house.
"Phyllis is like the moon in the sky...bright and moving. Her hair is brown and as smooth as the breeze in the mountains, um..."
"Where's your face? How's your face?" Dobbin stood aside and slapped the table to cheer. In fact, he and Pickle were in the same army, and he was very familiar with that little girl Phyllis.
"Face? It's white and tender... I haven't touched it!"
Pickel covered his face and said sadly: "Who can bear this?!"
"Hey, who says it's not?"
Chai Anping said something, and soon lay down on the table in a daze and began to snore.
Partridge took a nap, got up, went to fill the water, and came back to join the battle.
The saucy words Pickle learned from Chai Anping were circulated word for word on the wine table, which shocked everyone - it turned out that the captain was a slut!
The little girl who had been lingering at the door of the tavern for a while listened to the bursts of laughter inside, blushed, and finally made up her mind to go in.
"That... that..."
"Brother Pickle, it's time to go back!"
"Huh...?Phyllis?"
As soon as Dobbin's surprised voice came out, the whole tavern suddenly fell into a strange silence, leaving only Pickle talking about his little fairy.
"puff!"
Quinn sprayed a mouthful of ale onto Chai Anping's head, causing a shower of rain on him.
"It's raining?!"
Chai Anping, who was in a daze, raised his head, looked around, chewed twice, and then lay back down.
"Cough cough cough!"
Seeing that the little girl was about to cry, Dobin quickly pulled Pickel up and stood up: "Everyone, let's stay here for now. I'll take Pickel back first."
"Yes, yes!" Everyone looked at each other and smiled knowingly: "Don't let Phyllis worry!"
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the little girl running away in embarrassment, all the big men laughed extremely evilly.
"Tsk, I didn't expect Pickle to be this kind of person."
Quinn wiped his mouth and turned a blind eye to Chai Anping being sprayed all over him.
"Is it time for Miss Crown Guard to come too?"
Partridge didn't feel sleepy anymore when he mentioned this, he pulled Chai Anping up.
"Has Lux confirmed our relationship with you?!" he asked.
"Huh? She...?" Chai Anping's eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Why are you talking about my little baby?"
"Ho--"
Partridge took a breath.
"If I can't beat you, how can I not drink you?" He filled Chai Anping's glass with grief and anger.
"No!"
Chai Anping pursed his lips: "You look so cute when you lie under the table and fall asleep during the day. I'm willing to admit defeat."
Partridge:???
Can you really speak human words?
"You may not believe it, but Quinn even asked a street artist to draw a picture for you. If you want to see it, you can ask her for it."
"What?!"
When Partridge heard this, he became angry and glared directly at Quinn.
"Hey, you're still listening to Gracie's nonsense." Quinn waved his hands repeatedly: "He's really bad, hurry up and find him a drink and let him go home at night."
"..."
Partridge glanced at them both faintly, but his mind suddenly became alert.
"Needham, did Quinn ask someone to draw a picture for me?"
"hold head high……"
Unexpectedly, Needham almost choked on his drink because of the disaster: "To have it or not to have it, that's the question!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Quinn rushed out the door, directly called Hua Luo who was resting nearby, took out a picture from his arms and stuffed it on it.
"Hide quickly, don't let Partridge catch you."
"Gu?"
"Quinn!!!"
The furious Partridge rushed out, holding a glass of ale in his hand, and threw it directly at Valor, who was flapping his wings and ascending to the sky.
"What a shame!"
Valor nimbly dodged the wine glass, and then quickly rose into the sky, leaving only a disdainful taunt.
"He's gone." Quinn smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm just feeding Hua Luo something to eat. What are you doing, young man?"