Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 50 02.0050: ‘Take the back door? ’

The room was filled with the blessing incense commonly used by Anglican priests, and upon closer sniffing, it was mixed with some unidentifiable strange floral fragrance.

Horatio walked slowly inside the mansion, admiring the interior decoration of the mansion.

Brigadier General Edward's home is not as grand as Major General Alexander Hood's home, but every layout has been carefully designed and has the warmth of home. His wife and daughter should have taken the lead in decorating it.

The restaurant is located next to the drawing room on the first floor. Horatio passed by the drawing room, which had a very pleasant temperature and humidity. The servants were already standing behind the four seats. When the master and guests arrived, they opened the seats in an orderly manner. Four people are welcome to take their seats.

Brigadier General Edward sat at the head of the table, and his wife and daughter took their seats on his left side.

Horatio was naturally taken to the right-hand seat where the right was respected.

"Reveal it and let's talk while we eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants took two steps forward carrying the gold-plated basin and stood on the left side of each person.

"Don't be restrained, just treat this as your own home, Horatio, come wherever you want." Edward said with a smile, demonstratively washing his hands in the lemon-scented water.

Horatio thought of Farida's instructions on etiquette the night before.

'Normally speaking, nobles are not allowed to lean back on their chairs when they are at the table. Many people, myself included, had their housekeepers use a special chair that stuck a dull knife in their back as a child to learn or correct their sitting posture. ’

'Of course, before the meal, the waiter will bring you a basin to wipe your hands with, and there will also be warm wipes for you to wipe your hands with, but don't forget to use them, or use them to wipe your mouth. ’

In addition, he also knew some of Gutera's etiquette movements. He always kept a dignified smile on his face, put his hands in the basin and scrubbed them, wiped them with a warm soft cloth, and then picked up the tableware in a standard posture in an orderly manner. Keep your back straight and distance from the back of the chair.

Dinner was served on a rotating basis, with the first bowl being soup and an unknown type of fish fillet.

The soup is milky white and has a strong aroma of stewed meat and basil. It is served with mushrooms, vegetables and cut into small pieces of ribs.

The fish fillet showed a perfect Maillard reaction, with just the right light brown color. The upper right corner of the fillet was decorated with rosemary branches arranged in a laurel-like shape, and the sauce was drizzled with the word 'victory' in Gothic. word.

"It seems that our Mr. Horatio is living a decent life even in the Middle Nest." Mrs. Monsa praised Horatio's decent dining manners.

"Miss Hood's guidance is good." Horatio responded with a sincere nod.

"Miss Hood?"

Mrs. Monsa rolled her eyes, always keeping a warm smile on her face, and then asked: "Ms. Alexander Hood?"

"Exactly, Miss Farida Hood explained a lot of etiquette to me when she found me, otherwise I might be in trouble tonight."

"If you come here often in the future, I can also teach you this, perhaps better than Miss Hood's guidance." The girl sitting opposite Horatio smiled.

"After entering Chuji Academy, coming to visit should be... a little difficult?"

"Relax, Mr. Horatio." Edward cut into the fish fillet, and the fragrance of seasoning and fish hit his face.

"Please remember, you are now a loyal heir of the navy. The talents you train to be commanding officers are not loyal heirs of the storm."

After chewing the cut fish fillet, Edward Perroux continued: "The Imperial Navy does not need rigid soldiers who will only obey orders unconditionally. We need officers who are wise, bold, and daring to innovate.

The Naval Academy has two days off every two Terra weeks (14 days), and you can enter and exit freely with your ID card.

In addition, you will often go on missions, but you will basically be on the planet Abyss Port before graduation. You will be sent to the front lines for practical training on the eve of graduation. These tasks are assigned by the Navy Department and assigned to each team to complete, instead of accepting tasks like bounty hunters.

After all, we are an imperial force with many things to do, and we don’t have time to wait for the team to pick them up slowly. "

"Then...what if that task is difficult?" Horatio asked seriously.

"Without the power and equipment of the Space Marines, how do you think we as mortals should fight against Chaos?"

"We are weak in strength, but we make up for it in our unity, and in our wisdom."

Horatio raised his finger and nodded his head.

"Yes, a flexible mind can solve 99% of problems. The Navy Department will also conduct a risk assessment on the task and assign more than one team to complete it.

If necessary, there will be the Ministry of Justice's "Sudden Death" team, Space Marines, and even Inquisitors to support you. These are the most elite warriors. Of course, you don't want the last one. "

Brigadier General Edward smiled and picked up the wine glass containing dark red wine liquid and greeted Horatio:

"Mr. Horatio, if you want to stand out, you must boldly use your brain and come up with the best approach. At that time, you will find that many difficulties will be easily solved. This is the training policy of the Gothic fleet. When you get on the battleship, You will understand that most of the difficulties you are facing now are not difficulties.

When you are only given 30 seconds to make a decision that determines the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people on the ship, or even the entire fleet, as well as the dozens of worlds protected behind the fleet, you will be grateful that you have an incomparable heart. A smart and clear brain, and the training the navy brings to you. "

Horatio swallowed his throat. Even if it was just in words, he could feel the huge pressure coming at him.

"Yes, Lord Peru." Horatio raised his glass and replied.

"Remember." The brigadier general's face was very serious, but he was calm and natural in his seriousness.

"If the Imperial Guard loses, our transport ships can bring another 100 regiments and ten times the number of reserve troops to fight on the ground.

But once the navy loses, the claws of Chaos can surround and sweep across the entire star region without scruples. Dozens of worlds will be devastated, and trillions of lives will be paid.

And whether all this will happen may happen within 30 seconds of your decision. Whether you are a sergeant, a candidate, a lieutenant, a colonel, or an admiral, every detail of each of us may set off a howling storm."

"Dear, why do you put so much pressure on others right from the start?" The brigadier general's wife reminded, and at the same time signaled the servants to serve the main course.

"Pressure helps people grow, mother." The girl on the side looked at Horatio the whole time, observing the expression on his face. Whenever Horatio looked solemn, she would chuckle.

"I heard that the war situation is very tense now." Horatio took a sip of wine and said.

"Since entering the 41st millennium, the war situation has been very tense.

The galaxy is now at war everywhere. The Gothic Fleet has activated more than 70% of its sealed warships. Our fleet has long been scattered throughout the galaxy, not just the hazy star field.

Even so, there are still more people than ships. Now even the position of alternate officers is hard to find. The phenomenon of people waiting for ships in each fleet is becoming more and more common. Many people have not been able to wait for the assigned warships for decades.

The shipyard has already activated the emergency war preparedness decision of two shifts for five hundred years. Tens of thousands of workers die of exhaustion every day, but their sacrifice is worth it. Billions of people survive because of this."

The main course was served, which was a steak covered with black pepper sauce. The meat was very tender. Just a little force with the knife would reveal the pink and juicy cut surface.

"But you don't have to worry about these problems, Mr. Horatio." Edward wiped the corner of his mouth casually: "As long as you can successfully enter the Officer Preparatory School and become a loyal candidate officer, I will take you to my battleship, and then you will prepare well for the star-level naval lieutenant qualification assessment, just like your father. As long as you have the ability, we will give you a stage to show it and train you to be an excellent captain or even a general." [Is this a backdoor?] Horatio thought. "Thank you." He picked up the wine glass and took the initiative to salute the brigadier general. While the two were talking, stewed meat with turnips, carrots, potatoes, and some vegetables that Horatio had never seen was served. "Thank your father, Mr. Horatio. He proved his strength and proved that the Cochrane family still has the blood of the navy flowing in their veins.

In this era when everyone is under great pressure, there is no more exciting news than the return of Speyer's descendants. The fleet needs faith, humans need faith, and you need faith."

At the end of the meal, the appetizing and exquisite desserts were served, symbolizing the end of the dinner and a better tomorrow...

Maybe.

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