Chapter 4, Wonderful

Valoran calendar in 1405 without any forewarning, in Burnham? Under the edict of Darkwell, the general who holds the authority of Noxus, the most fanatical holy war in Noxus for thirty years suddenly spread throughout Noxus like a plague, and as time passed, the horn of Noxus Holy War spread from the original Demacian Empire to the entire Valoran continent, and even the Shadow Island outside the Valoran continent and the icy and dry ice field [permafrost tundra] in the northwest region of the Valoran continent, and the Noxian army also appeared in this area with a blizzard.

In three years, Noxus truly played the horn of jihad with the Noxian army to every corner of the Valoran continent. In these three years of the Holy War, countless heroes have emerged, these heroes may be commoners, or they may be nobles with family coats of arms, they all have different personalities and personalities, and the only thing they have in common is that they are capable and have made great contributions to the Holy War in Noxus.

Burnham, who has always lived alone at St. Peter's Castle, except for major Noxus events? General Darkwell was arguably one of the busiest men in those three years. With the beginning of the jihad, Burnham? Darkwell began to get busy. Burnham, who has been committed to improving the status of the medal and narrowing the gap between the aristocracy and the commoners? During these three years, General Darkwell traveled to almost every corner of Noxus, personally going to major cities to personally award medals to the heroes of the Holy War.

According to incomplete rule, around three years ago, the Noxus Federation held a total of forty-four medal awarding ceremonies. General Darkwell was a guest of honour and attended the ceremony 27 times.

The civilians who had already attached great importance to the medal and tried to get a Medal of the Olive Tree, the Order of the Shamrock, the Order of the Golden Eagle and the Order of the Iron Oak, the highest rank, witnessed Burnham? After this series of actions of General Darkwell, the desire for medals and glory has been raised to a higher level.

The restless mood of the common people also indirectly caused many nobles to respond.

When an action affects the response of the nobility, it means that the decision, whether good or bad, has spread throughout Noxus.

In the three years of jihad, Noxus did not encroach on much soil, nor did it gain much wealth, on the contrary. Because of the jihadist army that has supported it for three years, Noxus' economy has fallen a notch. But what if from now on Burnham? Darkwell's current skyrocketing prestige suggests that few in the know would think that Burnham, the ruler of Noxus, had made a wrong decision and started a wrong war.

The Order of the Olive Tree, the Order of the Shamrock, the Order of the Golden Eagle and the most valuable medal of the Iron Oak! There are basically four types of medals in Noxus. For the first three medals, the upper echelons of Noxus did not have too strict regulations, the Order of the Olive Tree, the Order of the Clover and the Order of the Golden Eagle can be awarded to soldiers with military achievements, businessmen who have made outstanding contributions to the country, and knights and magicians who have very outstanding talents in some aspects and certain industries, as for the Iron Oak Medal, whether it was in the past or now, Noxus has a very strict management audit of this medal, so it is destined that the gold content of the Iron Oak Medal is heavier than other medals.

This kind of medal that can only be awarded to soldiers, in the eyes of many Noxian civilians, is a shortcut for civilians to step into the mountains of nobility. Even quite a few nobles admit it. As long as you get the Iron Oak Medal, you are equivalent to joining the ranks of the nobility.

The Iron Oak Medal is awarded to a meritorious soldier only once a year, and the number of Iron Oak Medals cannot exceed fifty at a time! Fifty, which is a pitiful scarcity distributed among nearly 10 million Noxian soldiers, but during the three years of jihad, Burnham was present every time the Iron Oak Order was awarded? General Darkwell actually reduced the fifty Iron Oak Medals to the point where the current thirty or even thirty are less than enough.

For Burnham's much-criticized and obstinate behavior, the commoners who wanted to become a nobleman once showed a lot of resentment, if it weren't for Burnham's increase in the number of places for the Order of the Olive Tree, the Order of the Shamrock, and the Order of the Golden Eagle. Nine times out of ten, there will be a terrible wave of opposition.

Many of the nobles who had always been unhappy with Burnham's decision smiled lightly at Burnham's behavior of seeing the reduction in the number of Iron Oak medals awarded. While they ridiculed Burnham for digging his own way, they had to admit that the number of Iron Oak Medals had plummeted, and the status of soldiers who had won the Iron Oak Medal in Noxus had also risen. To use a simple analogy, if you get the Iron Oak Medal before, you have stepped into the threshold of nobility. Obtaining the Order of the Iron Oak now is almost equivalent to becoming a new nobleman.

It doesn't sound like much of a difference, but it's actually more than normal. Just like the commoners and the rich, there seems to be no gap, and they all belong to the lower class of Noxus. But the real gap can be evident in clothing, food, housing and transportation.

During the Holy War.

In the first year, Burnham rushed to the city of Essecoa to award the Iron Oak Medal to thirty-two heroes who had distinguished themselves in the Holy War, along with Darius, the Second Knight of the Empire. Later, more than 500 valiant soldiers were awarded the Order of the Clover, the Order of the Olive Tree and the Order of the Golden Eagle.

The second year. Burnham, who had been patrolling the battle all the way, rushed to the northeast to defend against the border city of Tark de Macia, and awarded the Iron Oak Order to twenty-nine heroes with the head of the Knights of the Hundred Leaves, Reekton.

This year is the third year, just after the end of the holy war and the time for the award of the medal. Darkwell decided to award the Supreme Iron Oak Medal to the heroes of Noxus at the Cathedral of Eugustin, the largest church in St. Peter's City.

Immediately, there was a scene of many big figures gathering in the Cathedral of Egustin.

After the initial curiosity, then the disappointment, and finally the nobles and celebrities in a quiet corner of the auditorium, the dozen or so young men who were about to receive the Iron Oak Medal, all about twenty or thirty years old, heard Burnham? General Darkwell's simple and direct inquiry: "What about Augustus?" After saying this, he looked left and right for a few moments, and finally the eyes of more than a dozen people gathered on a young soldier who stood out from the crowd and could be called a burly young soldier who was two meters tall alone.

When he found that everyone's eyes were on him, this young soldier, who looked only in his twenties and had a young face, did not feel uncomfortable on his face, and he seemed to have been accustomed to such a gaze for a long time.

The Kuiwei soldier reluctantly loosened his shoulders, lowered his head and looked at the old man in front of him, who was no longer a stranger, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and then said honestly: "General Burnham, I really don't know where Augustus is this time?" Augustus and I had only entered St. Peter's two days ago and we were separated! At that time, Augustus said to me: It is the basic of being an excellent man to have a taste and comfort on the battlefield where the bullets and cannons are flying, and the most important thing about being an excellent man is whether he can swim on the side of a woman who is admired by the world, and finally conquer them one by one with a fierce attitude! When you conquer a 'goddess', you have become a successful and excellent man, and when you conquer a group of goddesses, then congratulations, you have evolved from good to great! ”

This simple-looking, even stupid-looking burly soldier uttered these words in a voice comparable to thunder, not to mention the aristocratic celebrities and ladies in the entire Egustín Cathedral, but at least eighty percent.

"This is truly an out-and-out elegant aristocrat!"

"Augustus, this kid is good, maybe he will be a great man in the future! Conquer a large field of great women. ”

“……”

Many nobles who did not look at Burnham, but did not dare to oppose the Noxian ruler in Akari, were not stingy to say something innocuous at this time, but there were elegant words with aristocratic vitriol.

The laughter in the auditorium, which was as low as possible, had quietly ruined the solemn atmosphere that Burnham had carefully created.

For a while, the originally solemn gathering suddenly felt like a middle-class aristocratic dinner party because of this sentence. The corners of the mouths of many of the great nobles were hooked up with a hint of a smile, and at this moment they all remembered an interesting guy named Augustus in their minds.

Many people have added the words absurd or worth pondering to Augustus's funny head.

"If you conquer a goddess, you will become a good man, and if you conquer a group of goddesses, you will evolve into greatness! Hehe, what a funny little guy! The vampire Count, who couldn't blend in with the top circles, held his glass of wine and smiled meaningfully, repeating the words that seemed interesting to him.

He glanced down at the old man who was restless and restless, and at this moment he even had a kind of question: 'This is the protagonist of this banquet?' This sentence. Still, Pekoski suppressed the urge in his heart.

After taking an elegant sip of wine from the Parmi estate, Pekoski focused his gaze on the two-meter-tall honest soldier.

Burnham, who was standing in front of the burly soldier, had a calm face, and he didn't care about the words that caused the audience to laugh just now, he glanced lightly at the honest soldier who was about to receive the Iron Oak Medal, and said lightly: "Wait another half an hour, if Augustus doesn't show up again, then you and Augustus can go back, and next year you will come to St. Peter's City to ask me for the few Iron Oak medals you have stored here!" ”

When the words fell, thunder thundered on the ground.

The aristocrats who were still watching this good show with a joking nature suddenly froze the smiles on their faces! The well-informed nobleman's eyes widened a little unresponsively, his ears widened, and he recalled these words in his mind: "Removal from the Order of Iron Oak for being late?" It's too messy, isn't it? (To be continued.) )