Recruitment

"How can you be so sure you're always rational?" Mortarion stared intently at Draco.

"Don't be so nervous, Primarch. I'm the first person in the entire Evernight Legion to obtain Teaching Certificate."

"He is the first Archaeology professor in the entire Evernight Legion, and also the first Judiciary professor to teach independently for more than 10 years."

"When I was teaching students, Sevatar was still Assistant Teacher."

"And my Teaching Certificate was issued by my Uncle."

"I once had no ideals, but my Uncle gave me ideals: to establish a moral compass for heaven and earth, to secure a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

"To be a good Teacher, one's own wisdom and rationality are essential."

"We know you're amazing, but can you keep that story about being the first professor of Judiciary to yourself?"

"But it's true, the Boss Sevatar."

Tsk.

There's really nothing I can do.

What this guy said is true.

Although Sevatar was the strongest of the Thirteen-Person Group, he was the last to receive his Teaching Certificate; even Sandamel passed the exam faster than him.

"Hey, Curze, how could you be so dishonest?"

"Xiao Ma, what you're saying is interesting. What do you mean I'm not fair? My own brothers in the Legion, I can do whatever I want with them."

Just as Magnus was trying to get Draco into his Legion, Mortarion had already made his move.

The Eighth Legion's early recruitment is now in its second half, and their conscription plan can begin.

"Listen up, young men who have come to join the army. I am Mortarion, Primarch the XIV Legion, the Legion's forte in siege warfare."

"Of course, lads, that's not important. The most important thing is that my Planet is now in the Peaceful Star System!"

"In other words, once you join my Legion, you can come back anytime!"

You cunning Mortarion, you actually ran away!

Seeing Mortarion take action, the other Primarch also began to prepare. However, since Mortarion spoke first, many people approached him with some skepticism.

"I have indeed seen the interstellar announcement from the Peaceful Star System. Barbarus is indeed currently in the Peaceful Star System, and the second phase of construction has been completed."

"That's right, young man, you're very well-informed."

"Alright, it's a pity we can't go to the Eighth Legion, but the XIV Legion is in the Peaceful Star System, so it doesn't matter. Besides, the Father of Night specifically told us that if we can't go to the Eighth Legion, going to any other Legion will be fine."

They've already planned it out: first, make a name for themselves in other Legions, then be temporarily transferred to the Eighth Legion, and then stay there and refuse to leave—perfect.

As for the others?

That cunning Mortarion!

Did he already figure that out using his damn Numerology?

Come on, make way!

Just as the recruitment of soldiers for the XIV Legion was proceeding in an orderly manner, Russ and his confidants quickly set up an arena.

"Listen up, you little brats! We've seen your talent, which is why we're here recruiting. But now I'm going to show you just how strong my Legion is!"

Huh?

This bearded man has quite the ingenuity!

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

Russ, you cunning black wolf!

They never expected Russ to pull this stunt.

"Come, come, take a look! A brief history of the Thirteenth Legion. Don't miss it!"

Guilliman hired someone from somewhere to set up a very large bookstall in Light-Bathed Square, filled with stories of the Thirteenth Legion's glorious deeds.

"This is good. The one with the Legion manual is nice. Let's take a look."

Well done, Guilliman, you're certainly ambitious.

"The Boss, if you don't act soon, those guys are going to take all the good spots."

Lion El'Jonson looked at Curze, then glanced at the current scene.

Every time there's a conscription, everyone's scrambling to get in.

Now he has to set up his own stage and promote his products.

"If you love mechanical modifications and racing, come to my Legion! You should know that Sandamel was once the Flagship Officer in our Legion!"

"The Boss of Speedy Auto Repair?"

"Yes, that's the Boss and owner of Speedy Auto Repair."

"That's great! The Boss Sandamel can go proves your racing skills are really impressive. Wave Gang, come with me!"

A young man raised his arm and called out, and more than a dozen people came to the White Scars recruitment point.

Nostramo doesn't have Gangs now, but these young men have their own gang spirit.

In reality, the Eighth Legion is the biggest Gang.

"Let's make this clear first, we need to check if your car has a top speed, otherwise we won't agree."

"Haha, of course, no problem."

The Khan was very pleased to see the passionate young people in their eyes.

In Yesugei's eyes, he saw not just a dozen or so teenagers, but also the future Chogoris eagles of the sky!

"Shall I take the guys for a spin first?"

Are you sure you can do it?

This is not a vehicle that an ordinary person can drive; the speed is too fast, putting a lot of pressure on the driver.

"Looking down on me? Want to have a go?"

Jubal pointed at himself, somewhat bewildered.

"Yes, you. Let's race a lap."

"Haha! That's ambitious! If you can even see my taillights, you win!"

"Good!"

Boom!

"Futia, adjust the low-altitude flight path to clear the arena for them."

"Yes, Father of Night, all of this has been prepared long ago."

Half an hour later.

"That was great! Haha! You're really good, kid. Join White Scars!"

"Yes, your Motorcycle Modification Technology do indeed resemble the Boss Sandamel's; you weren't lying."

"Oh?"

Anyone can talk the talk, but of course I have to try the ingredients.

That kid's pretty shrewd.

"Very good, I look forward to the day when we fight side by side."

"Certainly."

Seeing that the Fifth Legion had already started recruiting, the other Legions also began to move, but the Thirteenth Legion was somewhat dumbfounded.

"Hey, young man, don't go! We in the Thirteenth Legion offer very good benefits."

"That's true, but Nostramo has its own traditions."

"I've already told you, nobles are a minority."

"They are indeed a minority, but the problem lies with your Primarch."

Ta-da!

Are all the Nostramo people this brave?

"Oh? Young man, tell me, what's wrong with me?"

"If I remember correctly, you're a nobleman, right?"

I guess so.

"What do you mean by 'sort of'? The brief history of the Thirteenth Legion clearly states that you are an aristocrat."

"Although according to the Legion's introduction, your Legion is indeed quite good to civilians."

"However, this is due to your aristocratic upbringing and the influence of your Gene-seed on your Scions."

"Your Scions will also inherit some of the temperament of the nobility."

"I don't want to join the Thirteenth Legion and have my Dad break my legs when I go home."

This stumped the Primarch.

Only now did they realize a very important problem: the Nostramo people hated nobles; they wished they could plant them in the ground and turn them into ginseng!