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Chapter 1656, Page 289: Annan's Gift

In the end, the guy chosen by all the Hellfire big shots was actually an unknown nobody—Frank, the one who taught all the soldiers a lesson at the start of the game.

He wasn't a graduate, and his grades weren't among the top on the list given by the instructors, but he truly understood the role of the "political commissar" and put it into practice.

He was not blindly confident; throughout the test, he cared for the soldiers while considering the mission, and carefully chose whether to avoid or fight the enemy, or even persuade them.

Moreover, they prioritized tasks.

While Adam and Soren may have the qualities to be political commissars but still need more experience, Frank is simply a born political commissar!

Now, there's only one step left.

……

The five trainee political commissars concluded their brief two-day trip to the Kingdom of Dimon and returned to their camp in Free City.

"It's fake?"

Upon learning that the events of the entire assessment were all part of a pre-arranged script, everyone except Adam was stunned.

"It's... incredible."

"Completely unaware!"

"What about the ratmen? Were the ratmen also part of a plan?"

They were all talking amongst themselves when the Lordaeron lieutenant walked over, glanced at the now quiet crowd, and then fixed his gaze on Frank.

"Frank, come with me."

Frank, who was sitting on the very edge and was inconspicuous, stood up and followed the Lordaeron lieutenant into the room amidst four pairs of different gazes.

There was a chair in the room, and opposite it was a long table. Hellfire Legion Commander Fermi and Vice Commander Kirian sat behind the table.

The Lordaeron lieutenant went over and sat in the third seat, gesturing for Kirian to sit opposite him, and asked, "We have a few questions."

What was the significance of what you told the soldiers before they set off?

"Sir, make sure the soldiers know what they are supposed to do!"

Kirlian waved his hand: "No need to be so formal, just treat it as a normal conversation."

The Lordaeron lieutenant continued, "Do you think it's important to do this?"

“It is very important. Lord Annan taught us to know why we are fighting.”

"What if there's a spy in the team?"

“I haven’t thought about that,” Frank said loudly.

You should think about it.

"Perhaps, but doubt can breed prejudice, and I don't want to doubt these respectable soldiers without reason."

So far, Frank's responses have been rather conventional. They lack the shrewdness of a seasoned politician, instead displaying more of the youthful energy and idealism of a young person—which is both a good thing and a bad thing.

Fortunately, he will carry out his ideals and transform the legion into a better one. The problem is that if the legion is thrown out into the open, it will be played to death by those old foxes or even scoundrels.

The Lordaeron lieutenant occasionally jotted something down in his notebook: "Do you know there's something wrong with the map?"

"I don't know." Frank shook his head. He and another trainee political commissar who went straight to their destination avoided Lordaeron's trap.

The Lordaeron lieutenant pressed further, "What if the map is wrong?"

"That means the person who provided the map was an enemy spy, and we obtained the intelligence at the cost of our lives."

"does it worth?"

"There's no such thing as worth it or not. We are not the cost; everyone else is."

"So was it worth it?" "If someone has to sacrifice, why not me?"

As Frank spoke these words, his eyes suddenly took on the appearance of a martyr, making his radiance impossible to ignore.

Lokeren, the adjutant, sighed. If the gods were still around, the young man before him would surely have become a glorious paladin squire.

"I'm all set." Lieutenant Lockren closed his notebook, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Not only does he meet the political commissar's requirements, but he also suits the Hellfire Legion's tastes perfectly. Such a person can quickly integrate into the Hellfire even if he joins.

Fermi and Kiran remained silent throughout; they had simply come to see their future comrades-in-arms, who seemed to be doing well.

Frank wasn't sure if it counted as a pass, but he stood up, saluted the three men, and left the camp.

Lieutenant Lockren called Adam in separately, but the legion commander and deputy legion commander had both left, so he met with Adam privately.

"I failed, didn't I?"

Adam showed no surprise whatsoever.

Adjutant Lockren's expression was complicated: "You saw through the fake combat assessment. With that kind of intelligence, you would be a qualified commander."

"But he is not a qualified political commissar."

For a political commissar, intelligence and stupidity are neither advantages nor disadvantages, and even theoretical knowledge, which can be learned later, is not so important.

Only faith, only faith.

Adam finally revealed a hint of regret: "Just some clever tricks..."

"No, if it were just cleverness, you would have deliberately presented a perfect image after discovering that the assessment was scripted. The fact that you didn't do that shows that you are intelligent."

“I just can’t bring myself to deceive myself, or deceive everyone,” Adam said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Hellfire wouldn’t allow someone like that to lead them either.”

"Get ready, and report to the barracks in three days."

Adam looked up in surprise: "I can still do it?"

"Why not? You, Sauron, and the other two have all completed their missions."

He just can't become the legion's political commissar.

There is more than one political commissar. In addition to the chief political commissar who is of the same rank as Fermi, the other four will be assigned to the centurions. To distinguish them, only the chief political commissar is called a political commissar, while the others have another title: supervisor.

Both Annan and the Hellfire Legion were essentially learning as they went. Adam's intelligence wasn't necessarily a flaw; they simply had a better candidate.

We can't just leave them to the Royal Guard, can we?
"Who passed?" Adam couldn't help but wonder.

Frank.

"It was him..." Adam murmured, somewhat bewildered and somewhat enlightened.

He had some impression of this classmate who had the most chivalrous spirit. So this was the political commissar that Hellfire needed?
How to become a qualified political commissar is easy to figure out; just have Frank teach the four of them.

Intelligent, ruthless... and war-avoiding, these are not necessarily flaws, but rather untrimmed, still rough and unrefined.

After making the selection, the Lordaeron lieutenant delivered the list to Anne... to Olmedo's desk.
Upon learning the news, to congratulate Hellfire on finding its political commissar, Annan specially instructed the factory to prepare a gift and have his staff member Peterson deliver it to the Hellfire camp.

Annan's gift and Frank's five men, who were reporting for duty, arrived at the camp together. Fermi watched as Peterson unfurled a banner: swords and spears crossed on a dark red lava base that resembled fire and blood, with raised gold edges of blood scabs.

"This is the Hellfire Battle Banner, personally designed by Lord Annan."

Every knightly order has its own battle banner, and Hellfire only has one now, which is quite late, but it also signifies that from this moment on, the Hellfire Legion has officially stepped onto the world stage. In the future, others will no longer be lenient towards the Hellfire Legion because of its "short history," but will instead regard it as an army.

Since it's an army, then meritorious service is paramount.

(End of this chapter)