Chapter 16 01.0016: "Clothes make the man"

When the shower curtain was drawn and the warm, clean water poured over Horatio's body, the aches and fatigue in his body gradually faded away as if he were bathing in holy water.

The treatment that almost every household in Terra could enjoy in the 3K era has become the exclusive privilege of the upper class in the 41st millennium. Times have really changed.

The skin care products on the gold-inlaid shelf were very magical. Horatio used them all out of curiosity. After fiddling with them, when the foam faded away, his skin became smooth, white, and as tender as a newborn baby.

You will never find such effective skin care products in 3K's Guterra. 99% of them are commercial scams. It would be great if 1% of them can achieve the effects as advertised.

The 41 millennia have not been wasted, as humans always find new ways to pursue beauty and enjoy life.

"Sir, I have placed the clothes in front of the dressing table, and I have taken the armor away and wiped it. Please change your clothes as soon as possible. The lady should be back soon."

"Got it, thank you."

The door closed again.

Although I really want to continue enjoying the comfort of a bath, it is obvious that a shower is a more appropriate decision at the moment.

Horatio gently closed the golden switch and wiped the water droplets off his body with a soft, warm towel.

He stuck his head out, saw that there was no one outside, and stepped out his foot and put on his fluffy slippers.

"That's great! It would be great if this were my home."

Horatio casually wrapped a large bath towel around himself, stood in front of the French window on the balcony, stretched out leisurely, looked at the sunny outdoor garden, smacked his lips and muttered.

"It's such a nice sun, I really want to take a nap."

Horatio suddenly remembered something, closed his eyes and went to the dark vision to check the prosthetic reserves, and was surprised to find that the corruption had been reduced by two levels.

[Hush, let me see what's going on?] Horatio tapped the description of corruption.

"Corruption will be continuously suppressed by the Hand of the Saint. It will not affect the user before reaching the maximum suppression threshold, and will be purified by the Hand of the Saint over time at a rate of one grid per day."

Horatio raised an eyebrow, squatted beside the power slot, opened the neural dendrites that had been activated after the machine soul's favor went deep into it.

Buzz——after a while, the energy was quickly absorbed.

[Done! Sorry, miss, can I borrow your electricity?]
Horatio pretended nothing had happened and leisurely walked to the dressing table. He looked at the aristocratic clothes neatly arranged on the dressing table and reached out to touch them.

The fabric is silky, extremely smooth, and feels cool just to the touch.

Horatio put on his trousers when a breeze blew, carrying with it the scent of flowers.

He couldn't help but walk to the floor-to-ceiling window, open his arms, expose his upper body, and let the gentle breeze blow on his body, drying out the water droplets that had not been wiped off, making him feel refreshed.

Bang! The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Huh?" Horatio turned his head suddenly.

Farida looked at him with a stabbing look in her eyes and clenched fists.

"You filthy rascal... standing here without clothes on, are you hoping that everyone in the manor will see a naked man standing in my room?"

Chila—the girl pulled out a blunt steel training sword from the weapon rack on the wall and walked towards Horatio with a gloomy face.

"No, Miss Hood, why did you come in without knocking?"

"Oh? Do I have to knock on the door before entering my room?"

The girl raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms over her chest and said, “Besides, I should have sent a maid to inform you.

Why don't you get up and put on your clothes, sit upright on the sofa and wait for me to come over? Why do you dare to stand naked in front of the balcony?"

"He was still wearing pants...hiss!" Horatio's waist was stabbed lightly by a sword.

"Talk back?" the girl snorted.

Horatio rubbed his waist, wanting to cry but without tears, and felt a burst of MMP in his heart.

[If any unlucky guy marries this girl in the future, his married life will be miserable.]
"Get dressed quickly, we have work to do."

Farida pointed her sword at her shirt, then frowned, turned around, and put her training sword back into the weapon rack.

Horatio shrugged and put on his silk shirt in front of the mirror.

After taking only a few steps, Farida turned her head curiously and glanced at the place where the young man was standing diagonally behind her.

The unbuttoned embroidered white shirt fluttered in the breeze, outlining the young man's slender waistline. He looked tall and straight, and his perfect waist-to-hip ratio was enough to make a group of girls drool.

The young man pushed his slightly long, damp black hair back and tied it into a small braid, which made him look more energetic. His low body fat made the muscles on his back appear faintly as he dressed, as if every rise and fall of the muscles was releasing a seductive masculine signal.

Farida's face flushed and she quickly turned her head away, her frowning brows even more furrowed. After putting the sword back into the scabbard, she pretended to be calm and strode towards the Rococo-style sofa, picked up a book and placed it between her thighs to appear more natural.

Lina, the personal maid, came in with a pot of tea and walked straight to the coffee table, but her eyes kept glancing at the black-haired young man with an attractive figure.

"Ahem." Farida coughed lightly a few times. Horatio turned and looked at her. She was buttoning her shirt from top to bottom, with the third button in her hand. Her waist and abdominal muscles and sculptural lines were in full view.

[This guy looks frail, but he has nice muscle lines, and a deep mermaid line...]
Farida was so busy staring at Horatio's mermaid line on his waist and abdomen that she forgot to test the temperature of the tea first and went straight to his rosy lips.

"Hiss! It's so hot!"

"Miss!" Lina hurried forward to wipe the corners of Farida's lips and applied special lipstick for burns. She blamed herself for being absent-minded and forgetting to remind the lady that the water was hot.

"It's okay. Go out and prepare dinner first. Lina, bring it in when the time comes. If the housekeeper asks why you don't go to the restaurant, just say I'm very tired. Remember, use one dinner cover for two meals, don't let people know it's for two people!"

"Yes, Miss." Lina bowed and quickly left the room.

[I don’t know what the lady wants this gentleman to do in there.]
"By the way, whose clothes are these?" Horatio looked at himself in the mirror. He looked even more handsome in the high-end clothes, and his temperament was completely different from before, which fully proved the saying 'clothes make the man'.

"The clothes my father doesn't wear seem to fit him well except they're a little loose."

Horatio blinked and opened his mouth. "Why not take the servant's clothes? Your father's clothes won't do..."

"It just so happens that the old butler knows the number of each type of butler's uniform. But my father has too many clothes, and this one hasn't been worn for a long time. He won't notice it."

"Okay, then when are we going to the study?"

"Right now, I have sent Lina and the housekeeper away. Other servants have no right to pass through this corridor from my room to the study without their authorization."

"Very good." Horatio stood up.

"Would you like to have a cup of tea before you go?"
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Horatio was dumbfounded, and his heart was once again struck by the inhumanity of the Warhammer Navy nobles.

Although the corridor hall is shorter than the three-story house and has only two floors, these two floors are extraordinary.

——It is several hundred meters long, and one floor is accessible to vehicles, which means Miss Farida can drive her own luxury car to her father's main house!!!

The second floor has a French-style walkway with countless double doors, and each small room is filled with various rare collections collected by Sir Alexander Hood during his travels across the vast starry sea.

At the same time, Horatio also noticed that there were gilded empty gun racks and hammock hooks on both walls, and in the middle of the relief windowsill there was a heavy weapons shooting hole that blended perfectly with the style of the mansion and was not at all abrupt.

"When Abyss Port enters a wartime state, the entire mansion can be armed into a fortress within an hour. My father told me that in ancient times, the captains of the sailing navy would place cannons in the dining room and bedrooms of the ship, which would serve as gun positions in times of war." Farida proudly introduced to Horatio.

The two of them walked one after the other on the clean and soft blue velvet carpet, giving the impression of aristocratic siblings.

"Uh... to be precise, their bedrooms and dining room are next to the battleship's gun positions," Horatio corrected tactfully.

"Oh, the captain is the owner of the warship, how could he stoop to arrange a bedroom next to the gun position?" Farida sneered expressionlessly, her eyes fixed on the reconnaissance aucupia in her hand to avoid running into the old butler.

The old butler is a man who is hard to find and appears and disappears mysteriously. He has great insight and is said to be a retired warrant officer from the battleship's intelligence department.

Because this warrant officer, who is promoted from the crew sailors, is a professional and technical talent personally appointed by the captain, not a commission.

Therefore, after retirement, the captain usually arranges for the veterans to transfer to civilian jobs, giving these veterans who have fought with him in the galaxy a fairly good home.

Although she didn't know what he was capable of, Farida did not dare to underestimate the enemy. She took out the auspicious instrument in advance and ran away as soon as there was any life signal approaching.

"Although the sailing warship was the largest weapon that people of that era could create, its design was extremely meticulous, and every bit of space was useful."

Horatio pointed to a huge three-masted sailing ship model at the corner of the wall in front of him and said:

"If you lose the firepower, you lose the war."

[Tsk, even if he is really the offspring of a naval captain, he has been in the lower nest all year round, what does he know about naval warfare?] She thought.

But she didn't know that the Horatio Cochrane in front of her was an "ancient man" from Ancient Terra in the 3K era who had received a good education in navigation.

"Oh, really? Then let me ask you, what are these sail ropes on the ship used for?" Seeing that Horatio was very interested, Farida raised her eyebrows and pointed to one of the sail ropes.

Next to the ship model was a matching book of sailing ship annotations written in High Gothic. By comparing it with the book, she would quickly know whether what Horatio said was correct.

Even for the naval officers of the 41st millennium, recognizing the sails and rigging of ancient warships is definitely a big problem. Even her father may not be able to recognize them all, let alone this kid who pretends to know everything?

"There are rewards for correct answers and punishments for incorrect answers." The female hunter raised her head slightly and said jokingly with an expression that said, 'I'm going to fight you today.'

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