Atlanta City, City Auditorium.

The award ceremony is underway.

"Noct, the captain of the first brigade of the White Falcon Regiment, fought bravely, withstood the attack of more than 30,000 strange creatures with the help of the terrain, and was awarded the Richard Silver Leaf Order of the Second Class......"

"Westin, Blue Eagle strengthened the staff of the regimental headquarters, after the regimental headquarters was raided and communications were lost, he walked through the battlefield alone, got in touch with his superiors, passed on important information, and was awarded the Richard Silver Leaf Order of the Second Class......"

"Hamke, the head of the Gray Sparrow Regiment, led his troops to snipe the main force of the army of strange creatures, and won the opportunity to build a defensive line for the rear military factory and the free energy element solidification factory, and avoided major losses, and was awarded the Richard Silver Leaf Medal of the Third Class......"

“......”

On the brown wood-textured platform, the host stands on the left, reading out names and brief examples in a clear and serious tone.

After that, the people who read the names walked up to the high platform in order and were awarded the medal by Jasmine, the lord of Atlanta City.

Batch, batch, batch......

Up and down, continuously.

The ceremony has been going on for quite some time, but it has no intention of ending at all.

After all, this is the awarding of medals to the entire sarin system after the Great War. Although medals are rare, the number of people who have been awarded medals together is still a terrifying number, which is one of the reasons why the medal ceremony is held in the city hall - in the rest of the place, there is simply no way to accommodate so many people.

Bob, Philip, and Frank sat in their seats, waited for a long time without hearing their names, and muttered quietly while watching others accept the award with envy.

"Well, you say, are we going to be the last people to be awarded?" said Bob.

Philip thought about it for a moment, looked at Bob and responded, "Maybe it really is." ”

"Huh?" Bob was a little stunned, he meant it as a half-joke, and when he saw Philip's serious answer, he asked a little curiously, "Why?

"Look, locomotive captain. Philip analyzed, "The people who are on stage now are all winners of the Silver Leaf Medal of the Second Class or the Silver Leaf Medal of the Third Class, and they have all made great contributions, and their identities are not ordinary." And a few of us, just the crew members, although the experience is very thrilling, but we have not made any great achievements, even if we can get the medal, it should be the lowest Richard Silver Leaf first-class medal, ranked behind, completely reasonable. ”

Bob thought for a moment, squinted and said, "According to what you say, it's really possible." However, even the Silver Leaf Medal of the First Class is enough, after all, this is a real medal! Hey, Philip, you may not know what it means to get a medal, but I can explain it to you - with this medal, you can get convenience in almost all parts of the sarin, you can buy things, borrow from city banks, and have more than others.

If you don't have a job, they will give you regular relief money, and find a way to help you find a suitable new job, if you are sick, they will give you free treatment, and I heard that you will be given a maintenance fund when you are old. The most important thing is that no matter what job you do in the future, you should be the first to consider when you have a chance to be promoted. Unless you are really incapable, you will consider others. In this way, as long as you don't commit crimes, you will definitely live a good life in the cities of the sarin system. ”

Speaking of this, Bob thought of something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Frank to the side and said, "Speaking of which, we can get this medal, and we have to thank Frank well." If it weren't for the constant yelling and shouting of 'all will die', which triggered the 'bad luck' on him, we wouldn't have gotten the opposite result - to survive. What's the use of asking for a medal if your life is gone? Isn't it, Frank?"

Hearing this, Frank twisted his neck a little stiffly and looked at Bob. Seriously, he is still in a state of confusion, unable to determine whether there is "bad luck" or not.

Reluctantly squeezing out a smile, in a cautious manner, Frank said: "Locomotive captain, I'm just talking nonsense, maybe it's really a coincidence, I don't dare to accept your thanks." ”

"Coincidentally, thank you too, after all, if you hadn't killed strange creatures like crazy and relieved us of the pressure, Philip and I might not have survived. Bob said seriously.

Hearing this, Philip nodded approvingly, after all, he was really saved by Frank at that time.

After a pause, Bob took a deep look at Frank and said, "And if it weren't for the coincidence, if you really have the ability of 'bad luck', you can change your fate by saying it, and I would be even more grateful to you." Not only to thank you, but also to have a good relationship with you. After all, if you can use this ability well, maybe you will become a big person for me to look up to that day. ”

"Locomotive Captain, don't make fun of me, even if I really have this ability, I can't become a big man, I'm just a locomotive who barely survives. Frank Road.

"That's when you don't know how to use your abilities in the right way. A young voice rang out next to Frank.

Well?

Frank turned his head to look, Bob and Philip followed suit, and saw that it was the other Philip who spoke, Machu Philip.

As one of the decorated members, he and Frank came to Atlanta City on the same locomotive. Sitting in the same carriage, coupled with the fact that the other party and Doron Phillip had contact in the wilderness, they exchanged a lot on the way, so they also heard about Frank's "doom" ability and various experiences.

Machu looked at Frank at this time and said, "What if...... I mean, if it's not just a coincidence that you've been through so many things, but that you really have some kind of ability, then you're like a child who has fallen into a vault, complaining about not being able to feed yourself in the face of a lot of jewels.

If you think about it, if you say good things, bad things will happen, and if you say bad things, good things will happen. Why don't you deliberately say the opposite of what you want every time, like shouting 'everyone is going to die' when confronted with a strange creature.

In other words, 'all will die' is not a perfect opposite, you should have said 'at least one person dies' so that no one dies. ”

Frank blinked, first stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile...... Where can things be so simple, do you really think that "bad luck" can be controlled? If it can be controlled, what is it called "bad luck"? After so many years, he has not thought about fighting and controlling it, but it has been proved that every time it is miserable.