Chapter 11 01.0011: "A truly glorious family!"

Horatio took off his helmet, which was already soaked with sweat, and walked slowly towards the cockpit.

Boom! The worn helmet of the legal department was casually placed on the corner of the operating table.

Horatio collapsed onto the passenger seat, his legs resting on the console.

The huntress frowned and glanced at the black-haired young man beside her. She seemed to have some complaints in her heart, but she didn't say anything.

"What? After dealing with the cultists, are you planning to deal with me?" Horatio let out a long sigh and joked.

"No... No, you bastard, I am not such an ungrateful person. How can you insult my honor like this!" The huntress suddenly blushed, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

Horatio chuckled and continued to tease her, "So where are you going to take the shuttle next? The Legal Department?"

"My home." The girl frowned again and pouted her lips angrily.

"Wow, I didn't expect that your aristocratic spirit is of some use." Horatio laughed heartily.

The huntress bit her lip, looking worried.

[I’m so annoyed with this guy! Ugh! Why am I so unlucky that I have to encounter such a mess? ! ]
"Behave yourself when the time comes! If you dare to run around, I'll have the guards tie you up."

Since you're just sitting on the road anyway, you might as well chat and learn about the world.

[Well, this girl has been suppressed by me for so long, let her vent her anger, don't hold it in until she gets sick.]
"You have guards at your house? How big is this area?"

Horatio thought that since she was the daughter of the lord captain, she must live at the top of the tower, or even in the throne area. Her house must be large, but how big it was? It was difficult to imagine the specific and accurate picture through the few words of text description.

"Humph."

When it comes to the topic of having the right to speak, the female huntress's frown finally lifts up, and she looks very proud, as if she is saying in her heart, 'I finally got the initiative.

“The blue guards of the First Company are all elite men who risked their lives and blood for my father.

The Red Guards of the Second Company are the "Captain's Guards" arranged by the Navy Department. Even someone like you who was born in the lower nest should have heard of the heroic deeds of our Hood family, so of course we live well."

"Wow, that's amazing." Horatio said.

Horatio's native memory had some impression of this.

Port Maw is the capital planet of the Gothic Sector. It is an artificial planet with a difficult-to-verify history. There are huge cracks on the surface of the planet. From a distance, it looks like a Halloween pumpkin head with a bloody mouth. The cracks are full of huge shipbuilding factories, and the shipbuilding tonnage ranks first in the entire Hazy Star Region.

It is an important hub connecting the entire Hazy Star Region to the Extreme Star Region, and its throughput ranks among the best in the entire empire.

There are numerous routes to Abyss Port, and hundreds of millions of imperial troops are lined up at the space starport dock of Abyss Port, waiting for troop transports to transport them to various war zones of the empire.

The supplies and armaments delivered are countless, so Abyss Port is considered quite wealthy in the imperial world, and its strategic value is almost equivalent to the Suez Canal.

The headquarters of the Gothic Fleet, which became famous for successfully resisting the 12th Black Crusade launched by Abaddon the Braided Man, was established here. Abyss Port is therefore also the most important anchorage and home port for the entire fleet, nurturing countless Imperial Navy personnel to grow up and receive training, and then achieve success or die in the void.

The Gothic Fleet is the cradle of heroes. As early as the beginning of the 41st millennium, heroes of the Empire such as Ravensborg, Abridal, and Barencham were born in the counterattack against the Black Crusade. There was also the "Terminator of Abaddon", Captain Speyer, who was revered by group members as the God-chosen of the Navy.

At the end of the 41st millennium, the increasingly chaotic galactic crucible also created a new group of Gothic heroes.

Two of the seats are held by the Hood family, namely the younger brother Baron Alexander Hood and the older brother Viscount Samuel Hood.

And the woman next to me.

Horatio glanced at the beautiful woman beside him. It was none other than Rear Admiral Alexander Hood, the daughter of the legendary Lord Captain of the Imperial Navy.

It is worth mentioning that the Hood family is not a hereditary aristocracy with a long history, but this is actually something to be proud of.

The Hood brothers were born into a low-ranking Anglican priest's family, and the only preferential treatment they received was to allow the brothers to complete compulsory education in a grammar school.

After entering society, Samuel, who was only 16 years old, and his 14-year-old brother Alexander joined the Imperial Navy in the same year.

The two men demonstrated their extraordinary talents in naval warfare and both became colonels at the age of 30. Their younger brother Alexander even served as the captain of the squadron flagship. Both brothers have since embarked on the road of naval legends, gained glory and became aristocrats.

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark and rigid 41st millennium of the human empire, this was undoubtedly great news.

The road to advancement is not blocked. As long as you have the ability, you really have the opportunity to change your life in the Gothic Fleet.

He looked down at the ring on his hand, pursed his lips at the vague word "Legend", and was eager to find the owner of the ring as soon as possible, his father? Or mother?

Perhaps for him, the opportunity to completely change his destiny is just around the corner.

As long as the truth about my life is found.

Well, a good father will have a good daughter. No wonder the family is so well-off that they even sent their daughter to the Ministry of Justice to be a vigilante. For such nobles who have earned everything with their own hands, their own abilities may be more important than bloodline and power.

Thinking of this, Horatio also had a little more respect for the arrogant girl next to him.

Why can't I enjoy everything I have won with my own hands?

"That's great! Your family must be very happy. I'm so envious."

"No!"

As soon as Horatio finished speaking, he was met with a loud objection from the Huntress, so fierce that it scared him.

"What's wrong..." Horatio stared at the huntress blankly.

[They will all go down in history, and they will never have to worry about food and drink. How can they not be happy? ? ?] Horatio couldn't understand it, and thought that this girl was too ambitious.

"My mother... was murdered by the evil cultists' sinister plot."

Horatio frowned, then understood instantly, and his eyes turned sympathetic.

"That's it..."

"It was eight years ago! In the conspiracy that changed everything!"

The girl's eyes turned cold, and she was particularly emotional. "After the Gothic War Memorial Fleet Review on Saint Jeremiah's Day, the cultists launched a large-scale terrorist attack and planted a bomb in the shuttle returning from the space station. My mother was such a beloved civil servant, so gentle and caring for the people."

Horatio frowned, catching the key information.

Eight years ago on the Feast of Saint Elias...

Hiss! Speaking of which, in the original owner's memory, he also crashed into the Lower Nest from the "huge mouth" of the Abyss Port eight years ago!
"Please accept my condolences... May the Emperor bless her soul." Horatio bowed his head and comforted her, while connecting the clues together in his mind.

The murdered political officer mother... the captain father... the vigilante daughter...

In Horatio's mind, a useless and dusty story gradually emerged.

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