"The third merit — Baron Calvin, Louis Calvin."
As soon as the adjutant's voice fell, the entire banquet hall seemed to have a magic explosion bullet thrown in.
The previously somber atmosphere was shattered, and the low whispers spread like an avalanche, quickly engulfing the entire hall.
"Him?! What a joke!"
"How old is he? Eighteen? Nineteen? How can he be listed as the third merit?"
"Did he... use some backdoor?"
"Don't forget his last name is Calvin, which is one of the Eight Great Clans of the Empire."
"He hasn't even rooted in the Northern Territory for half a year and he gets a medal? Who buys it?"
"Black box operation, it must be a black box operation."
Even though no one had spoken outright, the suspicion and hostility in their eyes were almost like a rain of arrows, shooting towards Louis seated in the front row.
However, the young man remained calm and composed throughout.
Until a shout of anger exploded in the hall: "Silence!!"
