After Lawrence's persuasion, Bertier finally accepted the reality that he would become the new president of the Paris Cadet Association.

While the eighteen-year-old was a challenge, he soon realised that it would give the Char a huge boost to their development.

Taking advantage of the huge power and influence of the Student Federation, the cadets of the entire military academy will have a strong interest in the Shire Gang, who actually control the Student Association, in order to seek refuge, so that the growth of the gang is just around the corner.

Of course, Lawrence did not forget to remind Bertier of the criteria when recruiting new members: the best choice is to have a good character out-of-town cadet, and it is important to ensure the purity of the gang, and not to let a black sheep like Faure affect the reputation and unity of the gang.

Just as Bertier was about to continue discussing the gang with Lawrence, the door was suddenly pushed open violently, and it slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Berthier frowned and glanced at the door, and immediately jumped up from his chair in a panic, and stood up in a panic and saluted:

"Sir!"

It was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, the devil instructor who terrified all the twenty-first batch of cadets.

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, holding on to the door frame in one hand and a cane in the other, was still panting for breath in his mouth, and it looked like he was dragging his lame right leg all the way into the school building.

He nodded to Berthier with a frown, then carefully looked at Lawrence, who was sitting in his place, and asked with a long sigh of relief:

"Charles, you kid, that president of the Student Association didn't do anything to you, did you?"

As soon as Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, who was far away at Les Invalides, heard that Charles Polnaba was going to meet with Chairman Faure, he immediately put aside all his affairs and hurried back to the Paris Military Academy without stopping.

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, who already loves talents, doesn't want a rare good seedling to fall into the hands of the Student Federation like this, not to mention that Charles is still the object of care designated by the school committee.

Lawrence also stood up and saluted, and then repeated what he had just said to Berthier.

"What the hell, you kid is talking about this story?"

As soon as he heard this, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis's face was already full of question marks, and he looked at Lawrence suspiciously, thinking that he was listening to the poet sing in the tavern.

He didn't believe that a freshman student had the ability to withdraw the president of the student association, and he could easily talk and laugh with General Barol and then help his companion to the position of president of the student association.

However, considering the instructions given to him by the school committee before, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis only thought that this kid did have a little background, scratching his bald head and muttering:

"Damn, I guess this little bastard is the illegitimate son of a general."

In any case, after seeing that Lawrence was safe and sound, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he scolded:

"Forget it, you kid is fine, it's just a waste of Lao Tzu's trip from Invalides, rest early, and resume training tomorrow."

With that, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis glanced at Lawrence again, made sure he was not injured, and then walked away with his cane in a curse.

Before leaving, the lieutenant colonel still seemed a little uneasy, he stopped again, turned to Lawrence, and added:

"Also, you'd better stay at school on the weekends, that bastard from Count Isaac must still have a grudge, and that old turtle is probably going to come to you for trouble."

As Lieutenant Colonel Chadis's footsteps completely disappeared into the corridor of the school building, Berthier relaxed, clutched his chest and said with some emotion:

"Lieutenant Colonel Hu seems to be strong on the outside and soft on the inside, and it takes more than two hours to come to the military academy from Invalides."

Lawrence nodded, he could see that Lieutenant Colonel Shadis was still extremely protective of his students in front of outsiders.

However, what made Lawrence more concerned was Lieutenant Colonel Shadis's words just now:

"The lieutenant colonel lives in Invalides? And it sounds like he's at odds with Count Isaac."

About Lieutenant Colonel Shadis

information, Berthier had already inquired very clearly before entering the school, after all, his father was also a lieutenant colonel in the Île-de-France military district:

"That's right, and Lieutenant Colonel Shadis also has a high status within the White Shirts, and the White Shirts have been in a stalemate with Count Isaac recently, so his relationship with Count Isaac is definitely not much better."

"The White Shirts?" Lawrence asked curiously, he wasn't a native of Paris, after all, and he didn't know all about these not-so-well-known organizations.

"A group of retired officers from within the Invalides, and occasionally with retired officers from outside, they are very low-key, but their influence in the army is not low, and my father is ready to join the White Shirts after he retires."

Berthier explains succinctly:

"Recently, Count Isak seems to want to occupy the land of Les Invalides, and my father said that the White Shirts are a little helpless about it, because the Ministry of Finance has tacitly approved the reduction of Les Invalides' expenses, and Lieutenant Colonel Shadis must have hated Count Isaac because of this."

"That's right," Lawrence nodded thoughtfully.

Combined with Bertier's explanation, he understood the whole story after a little thought.

The cost of providing for the retirement of thousands of retired servicemen in the Invalides Academy is certainly not a small amount, and the Ministry of Finance estimates that it has long been very dissatisfied with this, especially when the fiscal deficit remains high every year.

Although this expenditure is only a drop in the bucket compared to the extravagance and waste of the royal family and various government expenditures, such things as budget cuts generally start with the most vulnerable groups, and the Ministry of Finance will neither attack itself nor dare to attack the royal family.

With the support of the Ministry of Finance, the Earl of Isaac could easily assign the land of these veterans to his own town, and the White Shirts, even with their good standing within the army, could hardly intervene in such financial matters.

After all, the financial allocation of the military itself is also limited, and if the Invalides are given more favor, then the allocation to the military regions will be less.

In addition, the generals in the upper echelons of the army did not need to go to the Invalides for retirement after retirement, and these aristocratic lords were enough to rent or buy a manor just with their salaries, so they did not have so much incentive to help the Invalides.

"Well, I pity the veterans." Berthier sighed and said:

"There are hundreds of acres of land lost all of a sudden, and I'm afraid that more than half of the people will have to roll up and leave the Invalides, and those people can't lift their hands and shoulders, so I really don't know what to do after leaving the Invalides."

"Maybe there's going to be a turnaround." Lawrence closed his eyes in contemplation and said casually.

Berthier sighed, but it was just an unrealistic prayer:

"I hope so, if someone can really help the Invalides solve this crisis, the whiteshirts will not talk about it, even I will be grateful to him, and my father and I are still counting on going to the Invalides to retire."

Three weeks later, March 24

It had been a month since the opening of the Paris Military Academy, and for the senior cadets, the first month had taken place in a way that they had not seen in previous years.

The most unbelievable thing for the students was undoubtedly the withdrawal of the notorious and unscrupulous Chairman Faure.

No student could have imagined that Chairman Faure, who was already a six-year student, was about to graduate and was about to welcome a smooth future with the resume of the president of the Student Union, would leave the military academy without warning, and has not been heard from since.

Even the members of the Association were ignorant of Chairman Faure's whereabouts, and had no idea what was going on in between.

The only thing the students knew was that Chairman Faure had met Charles Polnaba, who had a relationship with him, before dropping out, and since then, Chairman Faure's fate has been uncertain as if he had disappeared from the world.

Rumours soon swirled around the military academy, and although the rumors were bizarre, the core of the rumors was the same: the famous chairman of the Fuhr, who had a gangster background, had long since turned into a white skeleton and died tragically at the hands of Charles Polnaba.

Almost overnight,

Charles Polnaba's name surpassed that of Chairman Faure and became a recognized and unprovoked presence among the cadets.

Even many senior students walking on the road and seeing the 21st batch of students, they couldn't help but speed up their pace and leave quickly, for fear of offending the freshman battalion commander.

What shocked the students even more was that just three days after Faure's disappearance, Charles Polnaba's companion and the founding member of the Charr Gang, a freshman named Berthier, directly crossed over a dozen senior competitors and sat on the throne of the president of the student association.

According to information within the association, the appointment was made directly by the principal, General Barroll, through the school committee, and there was no room for negotiation or rebuttal.

The military academy did not explain the whereabouts of Chairman Faure, but directly ordered Charles Polnaba's companions to take over the chairmanship of the student association, which made the cadets think about it and believe in the content of those rumors.

The good news is that the new president of Berthier seems determined to carry out a purge within the association.

He forcefully expelled all the old departments that aided and abetted Chairman Faure, and replaced them with members of the Charr Gang in all important departments of the Student Federation.

This move also catapulted the Charr Gang from a small fame in the military academy to the most widely known organization, and more and more cadets, regardless of their origin, grade, or purpose, began to inquire about the Charr Gang and seek to join them.

In the past few weeks, Berthier has received a snowflake of letters of application almost every day, after all, the power of the student association can bring a lot of convenience in the military academy.

However, according to Lawrence's instructions, Bertier was extremely cautious in accepting new members, and in the face of more than 400 letters of application, he finally selected only 120 of them to join the gang, and affirmed the strict discipline requirements.

As a result, the style of the new ACSF has changed greatly compared to the past, and in just a few weeks, the students can already feel this change from the words and deeds of the members of the ACS.

After solving the organizational problems, the second major issue after Berthier took office was the issue of the distribution of bursaries left by Chairman Faure.

In this regard, after discussing with Lawrence, Bertier deliberately released each fund in the form of cash and in front of the public to meet the requirements, and this open and transparent behavior also successfully won a wave of reputation for the Federation of Students and the Shire Gang.

Especially those who received the bursary and the twenty-first class of students, although the money was what they deserved, they also knew very well that if it were not for the Charles and Berthier, they would never have been able to hold the heavy bag of money into their chests.

Relying on the prestige of getting rid of Chairman Faure and the reputation of solving the stipend distribution, Lawrence, as the commander of the 21st cadet battalion and the leader of the Shire Gang, was also deservedly convinced by the students of the same period.

On the evening of March 24, Lawrence, Crown Prince Louis, and Duke Charles returned to the school building after their afternoon swordsmanship training.

Crown Prince Louis, who has experienced a month of military school life, has really changed a lot, the fat on his whole body has become a little tighter, a lot of calluses have climbed on his palms, and most importantly, his innate cowardice and timidity have also faded most of them.

Although Crown Prince Louis would still be pricked by Duke Charles in swordsmanship class, he now has a bit of an officer temperament.

"Damn Charlie hiss"

Crown Prince Louis rubbed his blue left cheek and glared at Duke Charles viciously:

"In a little while, you'll be lying on the ground."

Duke Charles took the blunt sword in his right hand and danced a gorgeous sword flower, and sneered:

"Come on, dumbfounded, I let you stab me with both hands."

"Charlie! They said don't call me this!" Crown Prince Louis was immediately annoyed, obviously dissatisfied with the nickname:

"It's all your fault, now the people in the gang call me stupid, which makes me have some prestige in front of the new members, but I'm still the founder!"

For the Charles, Crown Prince Louis really likes this group,

This is the first time he has gained the recognition of others on his own, rather than the false respect he has gained as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Duke Charles chuckled and put his sword into the sheath:

"Isn't it normal for those guys in the gang to be called nicknames, neither Charles nor I said anything."

Crown Prince Louis rolled his eyes and said with disdain:

"You're Master Charlie, he's the battalion commander Charles, and I'm the dumb Ludwig."

Duke Charles impressed everyone with his superb swordsmanship in the sword fighting class, and even the instructor recognized him as a master swordsman, so he was nicknamed the master and brought into the gang.

Lawrence's nickname comes from the early members of the Charr Gang, who were basically the twenty-first class cadets, and it was customary to call Lawrence the battalion commander, and the later senior cadets continued this habit.

As for the nickname of Dumb Ludwig, it is even simpler, it is purely Duke Charles who talks about Dumb all day long, leading a group of gang members.

Lawrence, who was on the side, smiled helplessly at the quarrel between the two, and didn't know whether they were friendship or hatred.

And just as Lawrence was about to step forward to dissuade him, he saw a member of the Charr Gang suddenly leaning over.

He was out of breath, still holding an envelope in his hand, and shouted repeatedly:

"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander! Something's wrong!"

Crown Prince Louis and Duke Charlie, who were fighting, also stopped in an instant and looked at the student with a frown.

Lawrence took the envelope from the other party's hand, but he was not in a hurry to open it, and asked first:

"Don't rush, speak slowly, what's going on?"

"It's President Berthier," the student gasped for breath, and seemed to be running quickly:

"He left the school at noon to sign for a batch of supplies from the Federation of Students, and he hasn't been back since."

"You didn't come back after leaving the military academy?"

Lawrence frowned slightly, and glanced down at the envelope.

The texture of the envelope was very good, the paper was shiny, and it was gilded, and the fire paint on the seal was very round, and there was a simple icon printed on it, which looked like the coat of arms of a nobleman, but Lawrence did not recognize.

It is clear that the average civilian cannot afford such a flashy envelope.

As for who sent the letter, Lawrence already had a name in his mind in an instant.

The student pointed to the envelope and explained:

"And I just found this letter in the office of President Berthier, which says it is for you by name."

Lawrence, Crown Prince Louis and Duke Charles glanced at each other, then directly opened the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and looked at it with the three of them.

The content of the letter is very short:

"Dear Monsieur Polnaba, I am very sorry that you have had some conflict with your friend and my eldest son, and I sincerely hope to settle this troublesome matter with you, and I hope that you and your friends will be able to visit the Humble House tonight, the Luna Lake Estate in the town of Torsse, Paris.

One of your friends has already been here, and I sincerely hope that you and two other friends will also be on time for your appointment, so that you will not have to worry about the trouble of being a noble, glorious Count of Isak."

"Sure enough, Count Isaac"

Lawrence squinted at the letter, then memorized it

"If he's going to come straight at me, I can still laugh it off, but it's okay to do it to my people."

The student's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"It was the Count of Isak who took Chairman Berthier!"

Crown Prince Louis and Duke Charles were also full of seriousness, and in the course of a month, they both recognized Bertier's ability and formed a friendship with him, and naturally they were very worried about the safety of this friend.

Although both knew that if they revealed their identities, Berthier would be sent back unharmed, but that would also mean the end of their life at the military academy.

However, if he continued to act as a cadet, Crown Prince Louis really did not know how to get rid of Isa

Count Gram rescued Bertier.

After some weighing and entanglement, Crown Prince Louis gritted his teeth and pulled Lawrence's arm:

"Charles, why don't I come forward?"

For His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the safety of his friends is undoubtedly higher than everything in military school life.

Lawrence put down Crown Prince Louis's hand, shook his head and said softly:

"It doesn't have to be like that, Bertier won't have any problems in a short time, he is the son of a lieutenant colonel, and the Count of Isaac can't directly kill him, I'll just go there myself."

Hearing this, the student hurriedly dissuaded, he was also a twenty-first student:

"Battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis has repeatedly emphasized that you should not leave the school alone, just because you are worried about the revenge of Count Isaac, how can you still take the initiative to bump into it!"

Lawrence glanced at the three people in front of him, then kicked the ball of paper he had just dropped, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't plan to go alone, didn't Count Isaac say that he would entertain my friends, but unfortunately I have a few friends, so it depends on whether he has the ability to do so, and give my orders."

"Yes! Battalion commander." The student hurriedly replied.

"Urgently assemble the entire 21st Cadet Battalion and the entire Charr Gang, and line up with swords in Knights' Square within two hours, waiting for dispatch."