As far as I know, he's only a Black Iron Rank.
"This is practically suicide,"
"You just lack experience, Ron."
Fraser looked at Ron, who had dark circles under his eyes from "indulging in prostitution and rampant gambling." This guy wasn't just a gambler; in the past three days, he had also "had dinner" with several models from Nordtof, a real prodigal.
The colonel was somewhat dissatisfied with the unseemly appearance of his aide-de-camp at this time, and he didn't understand the appeal of those complex gambling tools either, but he still couldn't bear to watch his comrade continue to degrade into a fool obsessed with gambling and women.
So he decided to fill the emptiness in his brain with some knowledge.
Today, the colonel, dressed very elegantly and even sporting a pair of glasses posing as a scholar, explained seriously:
