Atlanta, City Auditorium.
The medal awarding ceremony is underway.
"Noct, captain of the first team of the White Falcon Regiment, fought bravely and used the terrain to withstand the attack of more than 30,000 strange creatures. Richard is specially awarded the Silver Leaf Medal Level 2..."
"Westan, the staff officer of the Blue Eagle Regiment Reinforcement Regiment. After the regiment headquarters was raided and communications were lost, he walked across the battlefield alone, contacted his superiors, and passed on important information. He was specially awarded the Second Class Silver Leaf Medal to Richard..."
"Hamke, the leader of the Gray Bird Regiment, led his troops to snipe the main force of the strange creatures. He secured the opportunity to build a defense line for the rear arsenal and the free energy element solidification factory, and avoided heavy losses. He is specially awarded the third-level Silver Leaf Medal to Richard. …”
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On the brown wooden textured high platform, the host stood on the left side and read out names and brief examples one by one in a clear and serious tone.
Afterwards, those whose names were read walked up to the high platform in order and were awarded medals by Jasmine, the Lord of Atlanta City.
One batch, one batch, another batch...
Going on stage, coming off stage, continuously.
The medal awarding ceremony has been going on for a long time, but it has no intention of ending.
After all, this was the awarding of medals to the entire Sarin system after World War I. Although medals are hard to come by, the total number of medal recipients is still a terrifying number. This is one of the reasons why the medal awarding ceremony is held in the city auditorium—other places simply cannot accommodate so many people.
Bob, Philip, and Frank were sitting in the seats. They waited for a long time without hearing their own names. They looked enviously at others receiving their awards and murmured softly.
"Hey, do you think we will be the last people to be awarded medals?" Bob said.
Phillip thought about it seriously, looked at Bob and responded: "Maybe it is."
"Huh?" Bob was a little stunned. He meant it half-jokingly, but when he saw Phillip's serious answer, he asked curiously, "Why? How can you be so sure?"
"Look, locomotive commander." Philip analyzed, "The people on stage now are all recipients of the Silver Leaf Medal of the Second Class or the Silver Leaf Medal of the Third Class. They have made considerable contributions and their status is not ordinary. And several of us He is just a crew member. Although his experience was thrilling, he did not make any great achievements. Even if he could get a medal, it should be the lowest level of the Richard Silver Leaf Medal. It is completely reasonable to rank behind. "
After hearing this, Bob thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said: "According to what you said, it is really possible. However, even the Silver Leaf Medal of the First Class is enough. After all, this is a real medal! Hey, Philip, you Maybe you still don’t know what getting a medal means, I can explain it to you - with this medal, you can get convenience in almost every place in Sarin, get discounts on shopping, borrow money from city banks, and have more money than others. Quota.
If you are out of work, you will be given regular relief funds and will find ways to help you find a suitable new job. If you are sick, you will be given free treatment. I heard that they will also give you some kind of pension when you are old. The most important thing is that no matter what job you take in the future, you must be the first to be considered for promotion opportunities. Only when you are really incompetent will you consider others. In this case, as long as you don't commit crimes, you will definitely live a good life in a city with a sarin system. "
At this point, Bob thought of something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Frank aside and said: "Speaking of which, we can get this medal, and we have to thank Frank. If he hadn't kept yelling, Shouting 'everyone will die' triggered the 'bad luck' in him, and we won't get the opposite result - survival. What's the use of getting a medal if your life is gone. Right, Frank?"
After hearing this, Frank twisted his neck stiffly and looked at Bob. To be honest, he is still in a state of confusion, unable to determine whether there is "bad luck" or not.
He forced a smile, and with a cautious attitude, Frank said: "Captain, I'm just talking nonsense. Maybe it's just a coincidence. I don't dare to accept your thanks."
"What a coincidence. I have to thank you too. After all, without you killing weird creatures like crazy and reducing our stress, Phillip and I might not have survived." Bob said seriously.
Hearing this, Phillip nodded in agreement, after all, he was really saved by Frank at that time.
After a pause, Bob took a deep look at Frank, and then said: "And if it's not a coincidence, if you really have the power of 'bad luck' and can change your destiny through what you say, I would like to thank you even more. Not only Thank you, and I want to have a good relationship with you. After all, if you can use your ability well, you might become a big shot that I look up to that day."
"Captain, please don't make fun of me. Even if I really have the ability, I can't become a big shot. I'm just a barely living locomotive," Frank said.
"That's because you don't know how to use your abilities in the right way." A young voice sounded next to Frank.
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Frank turned to look, Bob and Philip followed suit, and saw that the person speaking was none other than Machu Philip.
As a member of the medal-honored group, the other party took the same locomotive to Atlanta as Frank and his entourage. Sitting in the same carriage, plus the other party had contact with Doron Phillip in the wilderness and had many exchanges along the way, so he also heard about Frank's "bad luck" ability and various experiences.
Ma Qiu looked at Frank at this time and said: "If... I mean if, ha, the many things you have experienced are not just a coincidence, but really have some kind of influence, then you are actually like a child who fell into the vault. , faced with so many jewelry but complaining about not being able to make ends meet.
Think about it, if you say good things, bad things will happen, and if you say bad things, good things will happen. Why not deliberately say the opposite of what you want every time, like shouting 'everyone will die' when facing a weird creature.
By the way, 'everyone will die' is not the perfect opposite. You should have said 'at least one person will die', so that no one will die. "
Frank blinked his eyes. He was a little stunned at first, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly... How can things be so simple? Do you really think that "bad luck" can be controlled? If it could be controlled, what else would it be called "bad luck"? After so many years, it's not like he hasn't thought about fighting and controlling, but it turns out that it's been miserable every time.