Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

In short, Admiral Leopold had immense power, so much so that it couldn't be greater.

Nozer scratched his head awkwardly and replied, "Yes... how did you know? Would such a thing be written in the file?"

"I guessed."

Monet showed no reaction to Nose's family background, but quickly filled in their registration information, "After all, the surname Stella is not very common."

Bilkin's gaze toward Nozer burned even brighter, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three or four days suddenly spotting a piece of succulent meat.

The current Norze is very tempting to Bilkin. He is a magician, he can also use healing magic, he is capable of fighting on the battlefield, and more importantly, he has the background of being the commander of the legion where Bilkin is currently serving. Which ambitious officer would not be envious of such a person?

However, out of politeness, Bilkin merely coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and said indifferently, "I hope you won't tarnish the honor of Commander Leopold."

By this time, Monet had finished filling out the registration information, closed the roster, looked up at the two of them, and, still with that unenthusiastic expression, calmly instructed, "Registration complete. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, at the South City Military Port, berth number three, take the 'Autumn Forest' warship back to Orentia's capital, Monsoon City."

He paused, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and added, "Wear your uniform, bring your officer's identification and assignment documents. Personal baggage is limited to 30 kilograms. No prohibited items are allowed. Matchlock guns, gunpowder, alchemy reagents, etc. will be provided by the unit; you don't need to bring them yourself."

"Once you arrive at the dock, find the duty officer on board and give them your name. Be there half an hour early. The warship will depart promptly at eight o'clock. Latecomers will not be waited for."

His voice wasn't loud, nor did it have the same imposing presence as Bilkin's, but it was clear and concise, without a single wasted word.

I don't know if it was because Monet valued efficiency or was simply too lazy to talk much.

After saying that, Monet lowered his head again, picked up the unlit cigarette again, took out a die from his pocket and started playing with it, his eyelids drooping once more.

He returned to his previous listless state, not even bothering to glance at the two of them.

"Did you hear me? Remember everything!"

Major General Bilkin picked up the conversation, raising his voice again, "Don't be late tomorrow!"

"Yes, Major General! We understand!"

The two responded in unison and gave another standard military salute.

"Alright, now get out of here!"

Bilkin waved his hand, laughed, and cursed, "Go back to the dorm and pack your things! If you miss the ship tomorrow, I'm not waiting for you!"

The two bowed again, turned around, lifted the canvas curtain, and walked out of the shed.

After taking only a few steps, Lucas let out a long sigh of relief, slapped his chest, and grimaced, saying, "Major General Bill King's voice was terrifying! I almost thought he was going to eat me alive! And the strength of his grip... my shoulder is still numb!"

Norze couldn't help but rub his shoulder.

"But seriously, didn't you notice something odd about that Monet?"

Lucas leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked with curiosity, "He doesn't even have a military rank, so why is he here to pick someone up with a major general?"

Nozer nodded. He had noticed it in the shed earlier: although Major General Bill King had a fiery temper, he did not look down on Monet in the slightest. In fact, he subconsciously lowered his voice when Monet spoke.

A civil official who, at least for now, doesn't appear to have a military rank, must be someone who is no ordinary person to be treated this way by a major general.

"Who knows?"

Noze smiled and said, "We'll probably find out when we get on the ship tomorrow. Let's go back to the dorm and pack our things first, otherwise we won't be able to finish packing tonight."

The two walked along the tree-lined path through the ash trees toward the dormitory building. Everywhere they looked, there were students carrying their bags, walking in twos and threes.

As soon as I got downstairs, I bumped into Andrew and Raymond coming out of the building.

"How's it going? All registered?"

Raymond asked gently.

"All done. The ferry is at 8 AM tomorrow, back to Storm! Have you all checked in?"

"Okay, registration is complete."

Andrew nodded. "I'll be going back to Kut with the cavalry the day after tomorrow morning. I can see you off tomorrow."

"I'm leaving soon to go back to Cent. There's no way around it, that's the advantage of being close by."

Raymond shrugged, with a hint of smugness in his expression. "Alright, I'm not talking to you guys anymore. I haven't packed a ton of my stuff yet."

"Goodbye then, Raymond."

Noze said goodbye to him earnestly, "Goodbye means we'll definitely meet again."

"Of course we'll meet again. I'm not far from any of you."

Raymond turned and waved, leaving only his elongated silhouette.

There was no excessive fuss or sentimentality; it was as natural as their first meeting three years ago, except this time the theme was farewell.

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Before he knew it, it was evening. Noze finally stuffed the last neatly folded piece of clothing into his suitcase, wiped the sweat from his brow, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He was too lazy to wash the sweaty training uniform, and he didn't want it anymore, so he left it in the laundry room, waiting for some shrewd person to pick it up.

Lucas tossed his last, bulging backpack onto the bed, sprawled out on the mattress, and let out a satisfied sigh. "I'm exhausted. After three years, I can finally leave this hellhole where they wake me up at five every morning."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Nozer, raising an eyebrow: "Seriously, what are you planning to do first when you get back to Storm?"

"I'll go home and see my parents first, then I'll go report."

Noze smiled, fastened the suitcase, and then collapsed onto the bed, feeling as if all his bones were falling apart.

From the graduation ceremony in the morning, to crowding in front of the notice board to find the assignment list, to reporting to the registration point in the province of Storms, and then packing my luggage for most of the night without even having time to eat a hot meal.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, his head was buzzing, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep and sleep until he boarded the ship the next morning.

Just a second before his consciousness was about to drift off to sleep, there was a soft knock on the dormitory door. The knock was very soft, with a hint of cautious probing, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside.

Lucas called out impatiently, "Who is it? The door's unlocked, come in!"

The wooden door was gently pushed open a crack, and a junior student wearing a first-year training uniform peeked in, his face full of tension and restraint. Upon seeing the two people lying on the bed, he immediately stood at attention and gave a somewhat perfunctory salute, "G-G-senpai!"