"High-ranking civilians. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Kasia sighed a little and followed behind Jetrin. It's been a long time since I've heard the word "civilian", and if Kasia hadn't seen the title and rank on the agreement, he would have unknowingly forgotten his true identity. The son of a warrant officer of the second rank who came out of a small town, a skilled worker in a small steam factory for a few years.

Although he is already a warrant officer of the second class, and the official baron award, it seems that no one who knows anything about it will be happy. The ranks of warrant officers I and warrant officers II are used to comfort soldiers on the battlefield, and the issuance and awarding of them is as simple as the issuance of military registration books on an assembly line. And the barony, to put it nicely, is the transition from commoners to nobles. But to put it bluntly, the commoners of the nobility are only more advanced and more respectable than the real commoners who devote themselves to all kinds of work almost all their lives. Because at least when people call you, most people don't call you by your first name, but add the word baron to your name.

Whether it's a warrant officer or a baron, it's something that has flooded the empire. This is something that can make people see hope, not only to help those in power to better control the almost countless civilians in the empire to create a steady stream of benefits for them, but also to ensure that the civilians will not rebound excessively because of the repression and control that has been accompanying them from birth to death. The people who stand on the imperial pyramid have spent a lot of time and effort in management and planning, in terms of human theory and psychological character, and have invested a lot of elite talents and money in the past thousand years.

All kinds of situations that need to be mastered, all kinds of data that need to be counted、、、 etc., they have never stopped such things. Knowing that violent rule will eventually lead to destruction, the shrewd rulers of the Quartet have chosen the current method of rule. When it does not touch its core interests, try not to interfere with the life and development of people at the bottom of the pyramid. Although the life and development of those personnel has almost been planned, the Quartet forces sometimes change their tricks to make people feel that that kind of lifestyle is also very good. There are no starving people in the empire, although the work is a little tiring, but sometimes, you can still find a moment of relaxation.

The Quartet has spent huge resources on this, and in some cases, they can even sacrifice a little bit of their own interests to ensure control over the people at the bottom. In other words, the controllers will sometimes give in slightly, so that the people at the bottom can see their sincere attitude.

Because they understand that the real right, the right to work hard day and night, is not to control those external things, nor to reduce money to numbers, not to mention the power represented by firearms, but to control people, control people's thoughts and behaviors, and imperceptibly, let them live according to a set of assembly-line rules. When something is needed, the person in power only needs to turn on the analysis machine, press the button, and the transmission track on the assembly line will move by itself, and then the product will fall into the prepared iron frame.

It's as simple as that, it took the Quartet a thousand years to achieve such a thing. And this time will continue to be extended, while improving the assembly line, while checking the hidden dangers and problems caused by the old machinery and the renewal of the times!

"All under the second lieutenant are civilians. "If you think of the empire as a giant corporation, the common people are like temporary workers, paid to work, with no guarantees or benefits, only the most basic equality agreements. And the warrant officer and the baron are the squad leaders who have been promoted here, enjoy basic rights, and have a greater possibility of being converted to regular jobs by the Empire.

Like Cassia's father, he had the rank of warrant officer of the second class, and was also assigned a basic set of housing. But when they died, Kasia couldn't even get the basic pension, not to mention the house, which was naturally taken back. Kasia's father's life has been reduced to five red copper gears in the super analysis machine, and they are still five gears shared with others.

Along the way, Kasia became as silent as Selmer, which should have been something to be happy about, but no one could laugh. Separated in front of the dormitory, Ye Jielin asked Atohuan to count and inform the surviving people in the alliance. Although it was still in the mission time, it can now be considered the end of the mission. Those who can survive at this moment can be regarded as having passed the last test of Ye Jielin and successfully become her ally. The benefits she had promised, such as the sharing of real-time information and monetary subsidies, could soon be implemented and distributed.

"What's not to be happy about, genius student Baron Kasia, trainee knight!" Ye Jielin, who was walking on the top of the stairs, turned to look at Kasia sideways and asked, "This is not like you who just came to the military academy, you were full of fighting spirit and sunshine at that time, although it was not very dazzling." ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that after I came back from the mission, there were a lot of things stuffed in my stomach, and I haven't been able to fully digest them for the time being. Kasia's face had stiffened for a long time, and it was rare for her to smile a little, and it was useless for her to be anxious at school now, so she could only wait for the dance in seven days.

"That's good. Ye Jielin didn't ask, and continued to walk up the stairs step by step.

Back in her dorm room, Kasia pulled out her pen from a drawer, along with a blank piece of paper. After all this time, Kasia had not been in contact with his mother and sister Lilia at home, and he felt that he should write something and send it back. Because the radios in the small town were in the hands of nobles and merchants, my mother would definitely not be able to reach them. And now Kasia doesn't have a radio device at hand, and it is uncertain whether he will be monitored when he goes to the military school to apply.

So all that was left was to write letters. That "will", which had already been written, should not have been the first and last letter that Cassia sent back.

Removing the cap, Kasia drew on the book on the side, which was still usable. Then I looked at the blank paper and had a lot of things I wanted to say, but in the end, it only became a sentence "I'm living a good life now, and I can barely keep up with my studies." Sister Lilia 、、、"

So after this day, life unconsciously returned to the right track, except for the increasing training intensity, and the body gradually entering the middle of the first stage of surgery, there was no other change.

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It was raining outside and it was heavy.

In the afternoon, it was still sunny and the wind picked up suddenly. Lead-colored clouds pushed over from the end of the sky at a visible speed, and it was dark in just a few minutes. The dreary air didn't last long before the rain poured down, like a column of water connecting heaven and earth.

Countless raindrops splashed on the body of the armored vehicle equipped with heavy firepower, and two snow-white beams of light explored from both sides of the armored vehicle, and the road surface was flooded with rippled white light, like a lake illuminated by fishing boats at night. Alone, it was like a lonely boat on the sea between the darkness and countless droplets of water.

There was a lot of space in the armored car, but apart from the two drivers sitting in the front, there was only one person in a long black trench coat in the back. Ordinary face, ordinary height, ordinary figure, everything on a man's body can be summed up as ordinary, without any outstanding, except for the pair of eyes that do not have any look.

He sat upright, every bend in his sitting posture was a standard 90 degrees, his hair was dark gold, his eyes were leveling at the front of him without any view, and his body swayed with the slight shaking of the armored vehicle. Ordinary hands rested on a thick document, like a notebook, and through the gaps between the fingers, a few standard imperial characters could be faintly seen, and there were a few lines that could read the general meaning.

Detailed investigation of the detached persons、、、

Georgia 、、、 、、、

Merchant ships, Doctor's 、、、 dictated and recorded,

Finally, in the upper left corner of the notebook, there is a number, as if it were the number of the notebook - 1024.