The silver-haired old man Pete glanced at George, the fat corps commander, and then looked at Locke behind him, saying, "The logistics department must record such precious potions. Whoever took them and whom they were to use them all need to record files."

"Yeah." It seems that George knew the rules, so he turned around and called Locke forward and said, "You need to report your number and name later, and finally you have to press a handprint."

"Yes!" Locke answered the chief's words like a sensible soldier.

The person who recorded the file was the woman named Fina behind the old silver-haired man. She saw her holding a wide notebook in one hand and a quill in the other hand and quickly writing.

Commander George needed to record more because he was the taker of the "will condensation potion", the person who bears the expenses, and the guarantor of the user, and Locke recorded less information, and he was just the user.

"Name?"

"Locke."

"What is the organization?"

"Deputy captain of the Cavalry Squadron of the Second Battalion of the Second Corps of the Eagle Legion."

What needs to be recorded is that simple. After that, only the person from the logistics department needs to check the name by himself and confirm that there is such a person. With Commander George here, of course everything goes smoothly.

In the end, Locke got a small wooden box with exquisite packaging, which contained his biggest harvest of "Will Condensation Potion" tonight, and the three "Johnson Potions" that were not much worse than the "Will Condensation Potion" in the back pocket of his pants.

"Now you are probably the richest person in the Second Corps at present!" The fat corps commander said to Locke jokingly.

They have now left the Legion Logistics Department and are now heading towards the Second Corps Barracks.

Locke didn't take this sentence seriously. Not to mention anything else, the wealth of this corps commander is far less than that. Could it be that he will become the richest person because of a few potions?

"Thanks to your support!" Locke was also a talker and said to George, the commander of the Fatty Corps.

"Haha!" George patted Rock's shoulder, as if he was very helpful to Rock's blow-squirting.

When he was about to reach Rock and the others' camp, George did not follow him in. It was getting late and he needed to go back and rest.

"See you goodbye, boy!" George said goodbye to Locke as rarely as a corps commander, but instead said goodbye to Locke with a smile.

Lock felt that the fat corps commander was very similar to another fat lord he had met not long ago, and they were all very good to him. Fuzhi asked in his heart: "Mr. George, do you know a viscount named Melson?"

"Melson?" Commander George was stunned for a moment, his fat face trembled, "Do you know my nephew?"

Okay, it turns out that this is a family, no wonder they are all so similar in size.

After Locke returned to the camp, he greeted Baron Kaidozi, Uncle Yosak and others and returned to his camp. There was no food at this place. Fortunately, on the way to the Legion Fortress today, Locke ate a lot of dry food and was not very hungry now. He planned to eat breakfast tomorrow directly.

Baron Kaidozi and Uncle Josak were probably thinking this way, and the two of them returned to their own tents.

Commander George was walking to the headquarters of the Corps with his clerk. A woman ran to the two of them panting and called out.

George, who had high-level attendant strength, certainly recognized this woman from afar, as Fina from the previous Legion Logistics Department.

"Grandpa, he told you to go over now, Uncle George!" Fina said, stroking her undulating breasts.

The grandfather she mentioned was of course the silver-haired old man Pete.

At around 12 a.m. at night, George, who used to sleep with a beautiful maid in the camp, was now standing in a warehouse somewhere in the Legion Logistics Department.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation! Pete! Otherwise I must know how powerful I am!" The George Corps leader opened his huge mouth and squirted at the old silver-haired man in front of him. A fierce fighting spirit came out of George's fat body. It seemed that disturbing the fat man's sleep was a serious consequence.

The old man with silver hair was holding a piece of cloth and rubbing the table in front of him. There were a lot of saliva sprayed from George on the table. But strangely, the saliva did not splash on the old man with silver hair. A light blue fighting spirit barrier appeared around Pitt, and he was also a high-level attendant!

"You're so embarrassed to say it!" Peter said without blinking his eyelids. He clearly had a low voice, but it could be heard clearly. "I didn't tell me the identity of the young man you brought!"

After hearing what the silver-haired old man said, George turned his eyes and said, "It's obviously an ordinary little officer!"

Although he was still stubborn, the fighting qi hurricane that had been stimulated before had been suppressed by him. Pitt's strength was higher than him. He didn't want to fight Pitt in such a place.

"Will an ordinary non-commissioned officer make Prince Kensel, Marquis Marquis, and even Princess Angelina record a lot of military achievements for him?" The silver-haired old man Pitt seemed very angry. Although his voice was not high, his tone was very bad.

"Uh..." George touched his fat head and asked in disbelief: "Is it so exaggerated? Have these people allocated military merits to him?"

"Hmph! Is there any fake?" Pete's beard blew up in anger. "If I hadn't been careful and asked Fina to go to the military headquarters to check the details and files of the young man, I wouldn't have known that a person who had registered on it."

"Tell me quickly, what's going on? How could Marquis Marmen and Prince Kensel personally allocate military merits to a non-commissioned officer? Even the princess was involved?" George really didn't know that Locke was valued by so many big names.

Seeing that George seemed to be really unaware, Pete's beard fell down in anger and said to him, "Just the 'will condensation potion' you took today, according to this kid's military achievements, you can exchange 3 pieces!"

George widened his eyes in disbelief, "How is it possible? Just me, an earl, will be hurt even if he wants to exchange three of this kind of potions. How much military merit did the Marquis and the Prince give this kid?" George's fat face was full of disbelief.

Prince Kensel and Marquis Marmen represent the will of the senior leaders of the Kingdom of Foster. They would not make such mistakes in this small place. Such many military achievements would cause a misunderstanding for other nobles. George did not believe that the prince and Marquis would promote a great noble among the civilians.

"It's okay for the Marquis and the Prince to say that although they have given a lot of military merits, they are reasonable. Adding up can be changed to a "one condensed potion" amount." Pete said, which also explains that the prince and the Marquis had no other ideas.

"The problem is Princess Angelina," Pit continued, "The rest is all assigned to him by the princess! It's a full 4,000 military achievements. Even the old man, I, was envious." Pitt touched his silver hair, and there was no shortage of envious tone in his words.

Thinking that Princess Angelina was the big head, Pete felt relieved. He probably guessed the reason and said to Pite quietly, "Princess Angelina, it was rescued by this kid!"

"So that's how it is!" Pete nodded in a sudden realization.

Neither the commander of the George Corps nor the silver-haired old Pete did not think elsewhere, and they all thought it was the princess to repay Locke's life-saving grace.

"Fortunately, I didn't treat him badly and gave him so many benefits!" George suddenly said complacently. Locke took advantage of him so much. Not only did he not get angry, but he was very happy. Locke, who was cared for by three big men, could not be treated casually even by a corps commander.

Suddenly he thought of something, George asked Pete: "The princess has no actual position in the army, so where did she get so many military merits to others?" Only generals who reward soldiers with personal merits in their personal name have the right.

Pete put away the rag that was wiping the table and said, "I just knew it. The princess is now one of the heads of the magicians' army."

George said silly that if you want to talk about who is the richest in the army, the first one is of course this group of magicians. They have priority to all resources in the army. The princess is one of the heads of the magic force and of course has great power. If only a few military achievements are made, these wealthy magicians may not be able to appreciate it.

Of course, the princess was appointed as one of the heads of the magical army, which was enough to see Prince Kensel's love for his sister. With Angelina's entry-level magic apprenticeship, it was impossible to take on this position.

The reason why the prince was appointed like this was probably to protect Princess Angelina. In addition to a large number of soldiers who were both open and secretly protecting Angelina, there was also a large group of magicians around Angelina. If Angelina wanted to be in danger again, unless Clark Gable's "God of War" Clark Gable was resurrected and led the army of Charlotte, there would be no possibility.

George and the silver-haired old man Pete unconsciously raised Locke's identity by several levels next time, and they should not be neglected when they meet. This is the princess's savior. At least in Forstan, he had a gold medal for avoiding death before the current king and successor Prince Kensell died.

Just as the two people in the Legion Logistics Department were discussing Rock's backstage, Rock was sleeping soundly. Now there are so many people and Xia Xi is not good at staying in Rock's camp. Rock has to rest alone in the past few days.

The next morning, when Locke was just getting up and preparing to go to the training ground to practice, a person he had almost no contact with appeared in their camp.

"Knight Will, are you looking for me?" Locke opened the curtain of his tent, and a strong middle-aged man in armor appeared in front of Locke's tent. Looking at the dewdrops stained on the Knight Will's armor, it seemed that Knight Will had been waiting here for a long time.

"Well, Locke, I'll have something to do with you." Knight Will did not put strong pressure on him like he had just taught him to fight qi. He should have restrained his breath, just like the commander of the George Corps and the old silver-haired man who was with him yesterday.

"Is there anything you have?" Locke never thought that Knight Will would ask him for something.
Chapter completed!