Mage Veigar

Chapter 44 Honors
Foster left with a satisfied look on his face.

Vega knew that he had passed this stage.

If there was anything that was not perfect, it was probably that Foster asked him to write a report on his ideas and send it to the Army General Staff before tomorrow night, which meant that his second day of vacation was indirectly cancelled.

Compared to holidays.

Obviously the commander-in-chief's orders are more important.

Besides, it wasn't difficult to write a report since it was just a report. After all, there were historical facts from his previous life, so he just had to follow suit.

Vega left the library around evening.

After a day of study, he had a general understanding of the professional system.

Apprentice levels 1-5, lower-level professionals, middle-level professionals, upper-level professionals, star-level, brilliant-level... There are about ten levels in total, and all professionals use magic power to attack.

But I learned about it from books.

No matter what level of profession, no one can release magic power out of the body. The most they can do is to infuse magic power into magic weapons to fight. The precious combat skills can only enhance some attack power and buff effects.

But it was not without gain.

He learned from the "Professional Guide" that professional is just a transitional profession, and the ultimate goal of all professionals is to become a mysterious magician before the age of 20.

But how to advance from a professional to a magician.

What is so special about magicians compared to professionals?

These two points are not described in the relevant books on professionals. He plans to look up the information about magicians next time he has time. He believes that there must be relevant descriptions in specialized books on magicians.

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the next day.

Vega sent the report to the Third Army General Staff.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Led by an adjutant, Vega walked into the office of the General Staff. There were only two people in the office, one was the squinting commander-in-chief Foster, and the other was the army chief of staff Clemens Oliver.

Vega saluted and handed in a report to the commander-in-chief.

"Warrant Officer Vega, please feel free to take a seat."

Foster pointed to the seat next to him and motioned for Vega to sit down, then he began to read the report.

at this time.

Chief of Staff Clemens Oliver began to look at Vega.

Those were a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Their owner looked gentle and elegant, like a refined middle-aged gentleman. Being stared at by such eyes will not only not make you feel the slightest bit of pressure, but will instead make you feel relieved.

A few minutes later.

Commander Foster handed the report to the Chief of Staff, then looked at Vega and said, "Warrant Officer, if everything is as you said, and the United Kingdom will take the initiative to provoke a war, then when will the war break out?"

Vega frowned.

He looked at the map hanging on the wall and said, "Common sense would dictate that we would generally choose to launch an attack in the transition season between spring and summer. After all, there is still the Kalini Mountains between us and the United Kingdom. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that the United Kingdom wants to launch an unexpected attack. After all, our soldiers will relax their vigilance in winter, especially when patrolling the border."

Commander Foster and the Chief of Staff glanced at each other.

Chief of Staff Clemens Oliver also put down the report in his hand and nodded to Commander Foster.

Then, Commander Foster suddenly stood up.

At this time, the adjutant followed him, holding a tray wrapped in red cloth.

When they reached Vega, they stopped.

What are you preparing for?
Vega was a little confused, but he subconsciously stood up from his seat and stood at attention.

"Warrant Officer Vega."

Foster said solemnly: "In view of your recent outstanding performance, after discussion and decision by the Third Army Headquarters, we hereby award you the 'Wings of the Empire' Medal of Honor. May the glory of the Empire be with you."

“I will give my heart to the glory of the Empire.” Vega almost shouted.

What is a surprise.

Maybe this is the surprise.

Vega had originally given up hope of receiving such a precious medal, but things suddenly turned around. He was able to easily impress the commander simply by telling him the historical facts of his previous life, and thus the precious medal was awarded to him.

He had forgotten how he walked out of the command center.

But he knew that from today on, he had finally entered the sight of the Third Army Headquarters. As long as he performed well and did not make fatal mistakes, promotion was a foregone conclusion.

“Warrant Officer V-Vega?”

A voice interrupted Vega's thoughts, and he met the leader at the gate.

Captain Gunther pointed at Vega's golden medal and said with his mouth wide open: "Is this the legendary 'Wings of the Empire' medal? Did the military really approve your assessment?"

Gunther had never lost his temper like this before.

But no matter who sees this medal, they probably won't feel any better, because this medal is worthy of the word "legend". To receive this heroic medal as a living person is itself a legend.

"As expected of a soldier from our 3rd Regiment."

Gunther patted Veigar's shoulder heavily, then saluted Veigar: "I, Gunther Burton, pay my highest respects to the heroes of the Empire."

“I am terrified.” Vega quickly returned the greeting.

Gunther laughed and said, "When you wear this medal, you will be the most respectable soldier. It just so happens that you have arrived at the army today, so I don't have to notify you separately. Come with me to the regiment to handle the formalities. Yes, this is the reward from the division headquarters. Your 'deputy' and 'quasi-commissioned' have been removed. From today on, you are the official second lieutenant company commander of the 3rd Regiment."

“Thank you for your training, Captain.” Vega responded modestly.

Converting 'modified' to 'regular' and changing 'accurate' to 'less', this is the foreseeable result at the beginning of the second phase of the task. There is nothing to be surprised about, but it is still worth being happy about the conversion to regular.

Follow the leader's footsteps.

This time, the soldiers along the way no longer saluted Vega, but immediately gave a standard military salute as soon as they saw the medals on Vega.

On the school field.

Led by the captain, Vega took firm steps and stood in front of the entire army to accept the inauguration ceremony.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Vega."

"All for the glory of the empire."

Under the envious and awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, the shoulder straps of the second lieutenant rank were worn on Vega's shoulders.

From this moment on, this eleven-year-old child grew from a new recruit to a truly powerful officer at the bottom in less than a year.

(End of this chapter)