Magus Tech Chapter 1502: Protest
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City of Atlanta, City Auditorium.
The medal awarding ceremony is in progress.
"Noct, the captain of the first brigade of the White Falcon Regiment, fought bravely and used the terrain to resist the attack of an army of more than 30,000 strange creatures. He is specially awarded the Silver Leaf Second Class Medal to Richard..."
"Weistan, Blue Eagle strengthened the staff of the regiment headquarters. After the regiment headquarters was raided and lost communication, he walked through the battlefield alone, got in touch with his superiors, and delivered important information. He is specially awarded the Silver Leaf Second Class Medal to Richard... ..."
"Hamke, the head of the Gray Sparrow Regiment, led his troops to snipe the main force of the army of weird creatures, won the opportunity to build a defense line for the rear military factory and the free energy element solidification factory, and avoided heavy losses. Third Class Medal..."
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On the brown wood-textured high platform, the host stood on the left side, and read out names and brief cases in a clear and serious tone.
Afterwards, those whose names were read stepped up to the high platform in order, and were awarded medals by Jasmine, the city lord of Atlanta.
One batch, one batch, another batch...
On stage, off stage, continuous.
The awarding ceremony of the medal has been going on for a long time, but it has no meaning of ending.
After all, this is a medal given to people in the entire sarin system after World War I. Although medals are hard to come by, it is still a scary number for all the people who have won the medals. This is one of the reasons why the medal awarding ceremony was held in the city auditorium - in other places, there is simply no way to accommodate so many people .
Bob, Philip, and Frank sat on the seats. After waiting for a long time, they didn't hear their names.
"Hey, do you think we will be the last batch of people to be awarded the medal?" Bob said.
Philip thought for a while, looked at Bob and responded, "Maybe it is."
"Huh?" Bob was a little taken aback. He meant it half-jokingly, but when he saw Philip's serious answer, he asked curiously, "Why? How are you so sure?"
"Look, the engine commander." Philip analyzed, "The people who are on stage now are all winners of the Silver Leaf Second Class or the Silver Leaf Third Class. They have made considerable contributions and their identities are not ordinary. And the few of us are just crew members, although the experience was very thrilling, we did not make any great contributions, even if we can get a medal, it should be the lowest level of the Li Cha Silver Leaf First Class Medal, and it is completely reasonable to be ranked behind."
After hearing this, Bob thought about it, narrowed his eyes and said, "According to what you said, it is really possible. However, even the Silver Leaf First Class Medal is enough, after all, this is a real medal! Hey, Philip, you may not know what it means to get the medal, I can explain it to you well - with this medal, you can get convenience in almost every place in Sarin, there are discounts for shopping, borrowing from city banks, and more Others have more quota.
If you are out of work, you will be given regular relief money, and will find ways to help you find a suitable new job. If you are sick, you will be given free treatment. The most important thing is that no matter what job you do in the future, if you have a chance for promotion, you will be the first to be considered. Unless you are really incompetent, you will consider others. In this case, as long as you do not commit crimes, you will definitely live well in the city of the sarin system. "
Speaking of which, Bob thought of something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Frank aside, and said, "Speaking of which, if we can get this medal, we have to thank Frank very much. If it weren't for his constant yelling back then Yelling and yelling 'everyone is going to die' triggers the 'bad luck' on him and we don't get the opposite - survive. What's the point of asking for medals if lives are gone. Right, Frank ?”
After hearing this, Frank twisted his neck a little stiffly, and looked at Bob. To be honest, he is still in a state of confusion, unable to be sure whether there is "bad luck" or not.
Forced a smile, Frank said cautiously, "Commander, I'm just talking nonsense. It might really be a coincidence. I dare not accept your thanks."
"Coincidentally, I also want to thank you. After all, Philip and I might not have survived without you madly killing strange creatures and reducing our pressure." Bob said seriously.
Hearing this, Philip nodded in agreement, after all, he was really saved by Frank at that time.
After a pause, Bob took a deep look at Frank, and said again: "And if it's not a coincidence, if you really have the ability of 'bad luck', you can change your fate by saying something, I would like to thank you even more .Not only to thank you, but also to establish a good relationship with you. After all, if you can use your ability well, maybe you will become a big person that I look up to one day."
"Commander, don't make fun of me. Even if I really have the ability, I won't be able to become a big shot. I'm just a mechanic who barely makes a living." Frank said.
"That's because you don't know ~IndoMTL.com~ how to use your abilities in the right way." A young voice sounded beside Frank.
Huh?
Frank turned his head to look, and Bob and Philip followed suit, only to see that the person who spoke was another Philip—Machu Philip.
The other party, as a member who was awarded the medal, came to Atlanta on the same locomotive with Frank and his party. Sitting in the same carriage, plus the other party had contact with Doron Philip in the wilderness, and communicated a lot on the way, so he also heard about Frank's "bad luck" ability and various experiences.
At this moment, Machu looked at Frank and said, "If... I mean, if ha, you experienced so many things not just by coincidence, but really influenced by some kind of ability, then you are actually like a lost It is like a child who enters the vault and complains that he cannot eat enough when faced with a lot of jewels.
Think about it, if you say good things, bad things will happen, and if you say bad things, good things will happen. Why not intentionally say the result you want every time in the opposite words, like shouting 'everyone will die' when facing a weird creature.
In other words, "all people will die" is not the perfect opposite discourse, you should have said "at least one person will die", so that no one will be sacrificed. "
Frank blinked his eyes, was a little dazed at first, then shook his head and smiled wryly...How could things be so simple, did you really think that "bad luck" could be controlled? If it can be controlled, what is it called "bad luck"? For so many years, it is not that he has not thought about fighting and controlling, but the facts have proved that every time it is miserable.