Demon Sword God

The next morning, Mu Lin got up very early, ran two laps on the official road of Yicheng and finished his physical exercise. Then he returned to the hotel with the breakfast he bought and woke up Bekas and Qingqing.

The task of the three people today is to continue what they did not finish yesterday due to their low mood.

The first thing to do is... get a pension first.

"Ahem." Mu Lin stood at the door of Continental General Bank, looking a little embarrassed. Bekas ignored Mu Lin's expression and walked straight in. Qingqing stood behind Mu Lin with a trace of curiosity on her face.

It's no wonder that Qingqing is curious. After all, this is Qingqing's first time in a place like a bank. Even a few days ago, it was Qingqing's first official contact with currency. You must know that in the castle, things like purchasing are not easy.

It exists. But since the last time Qingqing made money and bought clothes for the first time, Mu Lin discovered with shame that Qingqing actually liked money...

Bekas said: "It's normal for girls to like money."

Mu Lin is embarrassed. There is nothing wrong with liking something other than money.

In fact, Qingqing's inner thoughts are like this.

"My mother-in-law and my brother have been worrying about this. If there were more of these things, my brother would be happy."

So, with Qingqing's eyes shining with expectation, Mu Lin fearfully handed the green card for receiving the pension into the hands of the clerk.

The clerk swiped the green card on the magic machine, looked at the information, and then looked at Mu Lin. Then he handed over a piece of white paper.

"Please sign your name."

Mu Lin quickly signed Mu Lin Diya on the paper. Mu Lin didn't know why he wrote the surname Diya. The family name of Suo Ya was accompanied by Mu Lin, the last member of the Suo Ya family.

#8226;; Sawyer's death in battle has been judged as non-existent, so the surname Sawyer can no longer be used, but he must have a new name. The two words Diya were written automatically subconsciously.

It came out. Perhaps it was to commemorate Aiklin and the reappearance of fighting spirit. Mu Lin shook his head and sighed.

"Mulin Sawyer, works in the Third Legion of the Sophia Empire as the third-level consul of the Legion. He serves for one year. The Sophia national pension has accumulated to 50 gold coins. The Knights Association has made historical contributions and the compensation pension is

120 gold coins, a total of 170 gold coins will be collected." The manager's mechanical voice brought Mu Lin back from his thoughts.

Mu Lin handed back the form for receiving the pension, and took a money bag and a black envelope from the handler's hands.

This envelope is familiar to Mu Lin better than anyone else. It is a letter of certification from the family members of the martyrs. If you take this envelope and go to the army of any country, you will be given priority in being admitted to the army. I once served in the army for a year, which is the certificate issued by the martyrs.

Certification letter from a subordinate government officer.

Do you want to take this torn envelope and go to the army of some big power country?

Just kidding, who the hell would participate in a war triggered by a boring excuse for reunification again?

After leaving the bank with Becas and Qingqing, Mu Lin tore up the black envelope. Then, before Mu Lin could react, Qingqing reached into Mu Lin's belt with ease and took out the money bag.

, stuffed directly into his arms.

Mu Lin and Bekas had dark looks on their faces...

However, what Mu Lin did not expect was that his pension was only 170 gold coins. According to the Sophia Empire's compensation for officers killed in battle, he could get at least 500 gold coins. It seems that the Sophia Empire's finances have reached a point where it is exhausted. And

What surprised Mu Lin even more was that because of his historical contribution to the Knights Association, the Knights Association actually gave him compensation for his death in battle, and the compensation was more than what the country gave him. Mu Lin felt very melancholy for a while.