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Inside the cafeteria, after Garvin stood at the door of the cafeteria and watched Tariq take his Spartan toddler away, he turned around and wanted to go back to the Canyon office, ready to fill out the written approval for the application he had just made.

Recently, after Director Zhao Xin standardized and formalized the entire war group, any application for action regarding the transfer of the department to carry out the production plan must be in writing, that is, like Tariq's request just now, this order will only take effect when Jiawen fills out a document first, and then has the transport plane deliver this document to Heimerdinger, and this document will also be kept as a record to prove that Jiawen once issued this order.

Just as Gavin was about to leave, a young man in a recruit reserve training uniform rushed to Gawen's side, and then plucked up his courage and said loudly.

"Captain, can I have a surname?"

"What!?"

Gavin paused in surprise, he looked down at the brave young man and asked in a low voice.

"What did you just say, this reservist monk?"

"Captain, can I have a surname? My name is Martin, and I want to have a surname so that my family can escape the fate of lowly inferiority. ”

Looking at the reserve monk in front of him, Gavin suddenly realized that in the world of Mokal, on the continent of Calradia, among the kingdoms of feudal society, those who can have surnames are knights and nobles, even if the monks are not allowed to have surnames, unless they are high-ranking people in the Holy See, religious figures such as bishops will be eligible to have surnames that can be passed on to future generations.

Therefore, there are many middle-level members of the Holy See, such as priests and scholars, who will trade money or power with the local nobles for power, so as to obtain a knighthood and then obtain a surname.

However, Jazz only belongs to the reserve nobles, so he has no fief and no rights, but belongs to the lowest nobles, for example, many mayors who serve the big nobles also have the title of Jazz, and although Jazz can have a surname, he cannot pass on his surname to future generations, which is almost the effect of a temporary ID card.

Therefore, every person with a surname represents status, even if his family is in decline, but as long as his surname is still there, he can also rely on his surname to gain the trust of the nobility, and he can quickly enter the upper class of society and exploit the poor peasants again.

And everyone who has a surname was once a nobleman, so their surname has a certain law and source, the impostor is not able to withstand the scrutiny of scholars who specialize in the study of noble surnames, once exposed, the impostor will be divided into five horses, or guillotine.

As for the origin of the surname, Gavin has also read this information on the data, although he feels funny and disdainful of the feudal methods of the indigenous nobles of Calradia, but Gavin looked at the reserve monk in front of him and the surrounding people, and secretly cast his eyes on the reserve monks, those serious and expectant eyes, Gavin felt that it was better to take it seriously.

So, he cleared his throat and spoke in his own low, majestic voice like rolling thunder.

"Reserve Brother Martin, you are still a Reserve Monk, and I can't give you a last name yet!"

Seeing that the reservist monk named Martin, after these words, lowered his head and looked a little dejected, Gavin continued his unfinished words.

"But, Reserve Brother Martin, when you have successfully passed the trials of Moka, successfully escaped from the Reserve Monks, and become a true Warbor of the Warband, Brother Asterta, I will allow all the Brother Asterta, in the name of the head of the Warband, to have the surname of the Warden after the name of the Warband, and this surname can be passed down forever among the descendants of their bloodline, in order to prove the honor and glory of this family!!"

On a whim, Jiawen, who made such a decision, would never have imagined that the reservist monks who had successfully passed the trial of Moka this time would not only add the name of the watcher to their names, but also pass on this surname to their families and descendants.

So, from then on, a large number of young people with the name of the Watcher, with blood and determination to defend the honor of the family, were born to the death for the Warbend, fighting the enemy in the Star Marines, the Night's Watch and even the auxiliary army with a fierce attitude of not fearing death, striving not to insult the honor of their ancestors, and defending the name of the Watcher with blood and life.

After dealing with the matter and returning to an office in the depths of a concrete building guarded by layers of guards in the depths of the training canyon, Gavin wrote a request to the hand, and after signing his name and imprinting his unique Storm Power sigil with his mental power, Gavin pressed the button on his desk.

In a moment, a mechanical slave in a red linen coat with a breathing mask on his face pushed open the door and walked to the office desk, where Gavin reached out and handed over the papers.

"I would like to put this document in the hands of Master Heimerdinger, with a high level of document secrecy and an intermediate priority for urgent shipments."

"Yes, my master, there will be a transport plane coming down from the planet's harbor the day after tomorrow, and this document will be delivered to the transport plane at that time, and it will take about 256 hours to reach Master Heimerdinger's hands."

"Go ahead!"

The shriveled and terrifying mechanical slave stooped down in salute and walked backwards to the gate, and when he pushed open the huge wooden plank, Zhao Xin happened to pass by the mechanical slave, and the shriveled and thin bodies of the space marines and mechanical slaves formed a huge contrast.

"Brother Zhao Xin, is there something wrong?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Xin walked to the office desktop, pulled out the chair, and sat down, Zhao Xin's height of nearly three meters and the weight of the power armor pressed the chair to let out a painful moan on the spot.

"Lighter, Brother Zhao Xin, you should know how much you weigh, it's a seat made of low-quality steel, not a strong and durable alloy."

"Then why not?"

Zhao Xin moved his buttocks, and as the chair groaned, he placed the papers in his hand on Jiawen's desk.

"The head of the regiment should be entitled to something better, what's the point of this seat?"

"This is a memento of the first work I've ever made, and I don't want to be reimbursed by you."