Chapter 175 03.0174: "Drunk Heartfelt Talk"

Several pairs of officers danced together to the sound of melodious music.

Dressed in double-breasted swallowtail military uniforms and bicorne hats, they not only have the grace and elegance of an aristocratic ball, but also have a strong sense of competence and valor.

Their dance is rhythmic and dynamic, yet elegant and gentle.

Long boots or high-end black military leather shoes that were polished to a shine by servants were walked on the red carpet in an alternating pattern.

Officers who were appreciating the dance clapped and praised the dancers. Many people gathered together to comment on and praise the dancers' steps.

"Mr. Horatio Cochrane's dance steps are steady and powerful, but also surprisingly agile. Miss Hood is more agile in comparison." commented the female lieutenant who served as the artillery officer.

"Of course, his father is a good dancer. He even captured the heart of a Holy Rose Battle Sister with his dancing skills and charm." said a captain with his legs crossed, holding a glass of wine.

"Really? His mother is a combat nun? How surprising." The female lieutenant raised her eyebrows, her tone rather surprised.

"Captain Thomas Cochrane was a very powerful figure in Abyssal Port in his day, with countless admirers. You came aboard late, so you didn't get to see him. He was a very capable and well-connected person in the social circle. He was a genius who became the chief lord captain at only thirty years old."

"Seeing Mr. Horatio's passion for dancing really makes me miss those vibrant days."

"Next time, just let the rejuvenator turn you back to 20 years old."

The officers nearby burst into laughter.

"Mr. Horatio, they are actually praising your dancing skills." Farida raised her eyebrows while dancing, looking at his clear deep blue eyes with a wicked smile.

"I think they praise you more." Horatio danced with the beautiful female officer in front of him, trying his best to show her beauty and charm.

The tall female officer in front of him had slightly flushed cheeks due to the influence of alcohol, and her blue eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

But she was still sober and in good condition, but her words and actions were open and generous, without the restraint of a lady from a wealthy family.

Horatio actually liked the way Farida looked in this state.

"You must have danced with many people at the Naval Academy. You seem very skilled at dancing." There was a hint of resentment in Farida's wicked smile. Her originally graceful dance steps suddenly had the 'aggressiveness' of stepping on his boots.

"It would be rude if dance partners didn't look into each other's eyes."

Farida's smirk deepened, and she didn't allow Horatio to dodge by watching her steps.

"No, Miss Farida Hood. I have a regular dance partner and I take my dance lessons with her."

Horatio kept smiling and never looked down.

He squeezed her soft and delicate hand in a gentlemanly manner. Without looking directly at her, he was able to accurately avoid Farida's steps towards his shiny boots without disrupting the overall coordination of the dance steps.

"Who?" Farida asked with a smile.

The slender and nimble beautiful feet increased the "frequency of attack", from a sneak attack every five steps to a kick every three steps.

"Ms. Louise Tavella. You have met her. She is an excellent naval officer."

"You have a lot of friends in school, how enviable. I can't even go to school because of this damn untouchable curse."

The corners of Farida's smiling lips twitched.

"A distinguished lady like you should have a special tutor."

"I studied in a public school for a year when I was eight years old. More than a dozen of my classmates were either rich or noble, and all came from prominent families." Farida smiled bitterly, her tone becoming melancholy.

Horatio could tell from her voice that she was drunk.

"But as soon as I entered the classroom, all my classmates avoided me. They said I made them want to vomit, that I stank, and told me to get out of here.

Even the teacher couldn't stand it in the middle of the class and ran out for some fresh air."

This heavy heart-to-heart topic made her lose interest in stepping on Horatio's instep.

"..." Horatio was silent, his face changed from a smile to an expressionless expression, and he listened quietly to her telling her story.

"No one wanted to be friends with me. Someone took off his diamond brooch and threw it at me. Someone filled my schoolbag with Glock milk and threw it out..."

"This is school bullying. Didn't you tell your parents about this at the time? They would definitely help you." Horatio sympathized and said with concern.

Farida smiled helplessly and shook her head.

“It was useless. Most people were only willing to put pressure on the principal due to the Hood family’s authority. The school received more and more complaints, and finally even the teachers ignored me. I was like an invisible person in school.

Only Lina, who I grew up with, is willing to talk to me, but even she can only approach me with reluctance. This annoying force is getting stronger as I get older. As long as I am in school, this matter cannot be resolved. "

"The decision you made in the end must have been painful." "Painful? The development of things was beyond everyone's expectations." Farida almost gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words:

"I didn't want them to worry, but Lina told them anyway, and then... my father was very angry. You know his temper, and he went up to argue with a classmate's father. The other party was not a pushover either, so the two sides started arguing. In the end..."

Farida pursed her lips, let out a breath, lowered her eyes, and her body just danced with his steps instinctively.

"My father beat the man to the ground with his fists, stomped on his head several times, beat him until his face was covered in blood, and broke his front teeth.

The other party shouted that my father wanted to kill him, and called on the private guards to open fire on my father. In the end, they were all shot dead by my father's general guards. "

"Your Majesty the God Emperor..."

Horatio understood that if school bullying escalated into bloody conflict, even if Falida was wrong, she would not be able to go to school.

[No wonder she doesn't like to socialize with people. When we first met, her personality was so bad... It turns out that it was because of her physical condition that caused a death.]
"In the end, it was determined that the other side's guards were responsible for firing the gun first, and the Navy's guards were just doing their duty to protect my father. But since that day, I dropped out of school."

Farida lowered her head completely, and her fluttering bangs covered her bright eyes.

Horatio, who was taller than her, could not see the emotions expressed in her eyes, but could hear the sniffling sound of her small nose.

Seeing this, Horatio ended their dance with a perfect step.

Amidst the applause, he held Farida's hand and returned to his seat.

He signaled to the servant to bring some sweet snacks.

Sweetness can make people feel better.

Farida drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp and gestured to the servant to refill it for her.

"Drink less, come, have something sweet." Horatio used a fork to feed the small cake to her pink lips.

She shook her head, picked up the glass, and drank another one.

Seeing that she didn't eat, Horatio had no choice but to put the fork back to its place and listen to her open her heart and vent the dark experiences in her heart that she had no one to tell.

“When I was a child, the nun who delivered me said that I had a terrible unclean curse.

Later, when I was older, my parents took me to the Middle Nest to find a psychic to tell fortunes. As soon as I entered the door, the psychic bled from all seven orifices, and died after leaving a prophecy that 'she will kill all of you and bring shame to the entire Hood family.'

Farida suppressed her sobs and only made very slight whimpering sounds.

Horatio stroked her back.

The girl in front of me is just a 17-year-old girl both psychologically and physically.

I have experienced such a rough, tortuous and unfortunate life.

When people are drunk and tired after a day of work, they are prone to emotional breakdown.

He had similar experiences in his previous life and could empathize with the situation.

[He was born into a noble family with a silver spoon in his mouth, but because of his untouchable characteristics, he has lived a life worse than ordinary people since childhood...]
"After the bloody incident when I was eight years old, I dropped out of school. As a result, the next year... my mother..."

[Died in a plane crash... eight years ago.]
A tear slid down from the corner of her eye, down her beautiful cheek, and from her pointed chin.

Horatio held her face with his white-gloved hand and gently wiped the tears and tear marks from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

"This is not your fault. Your life is your own, and prophecy cannot determine your life." Horatio leaned down, got in front of her, and said gently.

Just as he stood up, he saw Captain Peru and the captain looking over here.

[If I cry in front of so many officers, it will damage the prestige of the Hood family.]
"Farida, let's talk somewhere else."

Horatio soothed, "I can listen to you all the time, no matter how long it takes."

The girl bit her lip and held back her sobs, as if nothing had happened. She stood up, pushed her soft and beautiful golden hair back, and then rolled it up into a golden rose.

This was the first time Horatio had seen her with her hair tied up.

She is beautiful and dignified, yet capable and mature. Coupled with her current drunken state, she perfectly fits the description of "melancholy beauty".

　Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, QAQ thank you!

　　Thanks to the readers and arbitration authority (what? The Ministry of Justice is here?) for the gifts to the Document Court!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)