The Great Age of Voyage of the Elves

Chapter 12 Second Lieutenant
Obviously, no one in this world understands the meme that fighting is worse than dancing, but this is not important, what is important is that Mu's move successfully shocked everyone present.

Even if he didn't say stop, everyone stopped their hands consciously.

"Fuck, what is this guy's background?"

"Was that a water cannon just now? It's scary!"

"But why did I hear he called the water gun?"

"Are you stupid? Can a water gun have this power?"

For a moment, the onlookers around Mu were whispering.

Opposite him, the gang of veterans who bullied the youth all looked embarrassed and their eyes twitched.

"Who is he?"

The person in the lead asked the younger brother next to him.

"I don't know him. He seems to be a recruit. I saw him running with that team of rookies in the afternoon."

"On horseback, it's just a recruit, me! I—I..."

It's a pity that he "oh" for a long time but didn't say anything.

The water gun shot by Chenglong just now made everyone feel a clear sense of oppression at the same time. When the starfish flew by, each of them personally experienced the strong wind pressure.

With such a big gap, hit a hammer!

However, after being so cowardly, the boss felt very unwilling, it was so embarrassing, how could he bully others in the future?
Until a younger brother remonstrated: "Boss, there is no plate on his table, maybe he was afraid of us so he finished eating early, why don't you mess with him next time?"

The boss turned his head and pretended to stare at the younger brother, but he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hmph!" He deliberately stared at the dining table next to Mu, and let out a very deliberate cold snort, "I count you as a kid!"

"Recruit, don't let me see you next time!"

The boss finally said a harsh word, and then quickly looked away.

Before he left, he did not forget to come to a puddle of overturned and trampled leftovers on the ground, and took out a squashed, palm-sized grilled fish from it, then turned his head and gave the boy a provocative look.

This puddle of overturned food undoubtedly belonged to that boy.

If you say you want to grab your fish, you have to grab your fish. Even if you have never fought, you can't lose your momentum.

"..."

Looking at the group of people who proudly left with the flat fish in hand, Mu felt inexplicably happy.

Is this the so-called stupid to the extreme natural cuteness?
After the group left, order was restored in the cafeteria, and everyone continued to eat.

Mu took the opportunity to come to the boy and asked, "What's your name?"

However, the boy just glanced at him vigilantly, without saying a word.

Emmmm…

Mu was a little bit in trouble for a while, he was not very good at dealing with this kind of autistic dead child.

Until the silence, the two suddenly heard a "goo" sound, which was long and distant...

It's the boy's stomach growling...

He had completed overloaded physical training all afternoon, and he hadn't eaten anything until this evening. He had a fight just now, but unfortunately, all the food fell to the ground and was trampled during the fight.

One of the fish was snatched, even though it was rotten...

The boy covered his stomach in embarrassment, and seemed to want to slip away.

The navy cafeteria here provides meals by share, and each person only has one portion, which is paid by ticket. If the young man’s portion is gone, it is destined that he will no longer be able to eat here.

At this moment, Mu suddenly laughed.

"You wait here, I'll get you something to eat."

The boy was a little confused, but his growling stomach finally forced him to temporarily give up his plan to leave.

After a while, Mu came over with a plate and placed it in front of the boy.

The same bread, grilled fish and thick soup, the standard soldier meal.

It's just that the boy was a little puzzled, "Aren't you going to eat?"

He also understood now that it was obviously not that Mu just finished eating early because he was afraid of those people, but that he hadn't gone to cook at all.

"You can eat." Mu smiled at him.

The boy looked at him fixedly, although his stomach was still growling, but after a second of stunned, he finally insisted on breaking off only a small piece of bread, and then pushed the dinner plate together with the rest back in front of Mu.

Although he still didn't speak, it seemed that what he meant was that he only wanted a small bite of bread and didn't want to take advantage of Mu.

Mu opened his mouth in surprise——unexpectedly, he was a very kind child.

Obviously, when he was fighting just now, his hands were dirty, and he specialized in the third way...

He smiled and pushed the plate back.

"I'll give you all to eat, don't worry about me, I won't be hungry."

If he hadn't become interested in the boy in front of him, he wouldn't have come to the Navy canteen. After returning to the villa in York Harbor, there would naturally be a maid to help him prepare dinner.

The life of the rich is often so simple, unpretentious, and boring...

The young man stared at him for a long time, and after confirming Mu's wishes again, he finally stopped being polite, pulled the dinner plate, grabbed the grilled fish and gnawed it.

While eating fish, he did not forget to say in a muffled voice, "Konings."

"What?" Mu didn't hear clearly.

"Connings, my name, you just asked."

Only then did Mu react.

Unlocking the name, does it mean that the favorability plot has started? ——Mu started thinking wildly again.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that the grilled fish provided by the naval base is very small, not much bigger than the small dried fish that Chenglong usually eats, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are large dried fish.

"So the dried fish is really an artifact of subjugation?" He complained silently in his heart.

After a while, Mu tried to strike up a conversation again.

"Your Mohaima has been cultivated well."

"..."

As a result, it was unsurprisingly cold again.

gan...

So the autistic dead child is really troublesome.

During a meal, Mu finally only knew the boy's name and nothing else.

Then he returned to his lodgings in York Harbor before it was completely dark, and had a more sumptuous dinner.

Early the next morning, he rode back to the naval base again on the Duduli. In the morning, he borrowed the beach around the base to guide the practice of the small dragon, and in the afternoon, he did physical exercise with the recruits.

The regular life continued like this for three days. On the morning of the fourth day, the sailor who had shown Mu the recruits before enlisting came to find him again and informed him that the uniform had been delivered and it was time to pick up his clothes.

At the same time, after completing the initial drills, the recruits are about to start their next phase of the course.

This means that Mu will officially start his teaching work.

During the process of getting the uniform, Mu accidentally glanced at the shoulders of the clothes, and found that the pattern was a little unclear.

"What rank am I now?"

Having a pattern means that he must have a military rank, but he doesn't know much about the correspondence between shoulder emblems and military ranks in this world.

The sailor who brought him replied: "You are a second lieutenant now, sir."

"What ranks do recruits usually get after training?" he asked again.

"Generally, recruits do not have a military rank when they enlist in the army. Sir, they must go to sea once and survive at the earliest before they can be promoted to warrant officer."

In this world, there is no distinction between first-class and second-class soldiers. Because the death rate of grassroots marines is too high and the rotation is too fast, there is no difference between warrant officers and below.

Mu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Although people in this era are generally accustomed to the airborne conferment of the earl's son, he himself still feels that this is a bit of a back door, so he doesn't want to talk about it.

Then he picked up the collar of his uniform with one hand, threw it on his back, and opened the door gracefully to leave.

Next, he should start his first elf training class.

(End of this chapter)