Chapter 176 03.0175: "Her Heavy Feelings"

"It seems that our Miss Hood has drunk a little too much." With Horatio's reminder and Farida's cover-up, Captain Peru snorted and teased, thinking that she just drank a little too much.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm still a little drunk."

Farida leaned back in her chair, swaying, completely ignoring the etiquette of the nobility and becoming casual, but overall she tried to remain dignified and elegant in her manners and words.

This made her look more like a seasoned naval officer.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen." Captain Peru wiped his mouth with his napkin and wiped his greasy hands with a warm, wet towel.

"Rest time is always short and beautiful, but we have been away from our posts for long enough. When we return to Abyssal Port, I will invite you all to my official residence to hold a larger and more formal celebration banquet!"

The brigadier general raised his goblet and saluted the officers under his command: "Cheers to the Emperor, and to victory!"

"Cheers to the Emperor, and to victory!"

The officers took their seats one after another and raised their crystal glasses to congratulate.

"Then, let's resume the navigation watch system. Keep one person on duty at each post, and the others can go and rest. The reserve officers can all go back and rest."

"Thank you, Brigadier General!" Some young child candidate officers shouted happily as if they had just finished junior high school.

In response to the children's thanks, Captain Peru nodded proudly.

Then he said to Horatio, "Mr. Horatio, are you all right now?"

"Nothing is wrong, sir. I am just a little tipsy."

"Then you will escort Miss Hood back to the officer's bedroom. If I remember correctly, it is next to your bedroom."

"Okay, Your Excellency."

Horatio carefully supported Farida, but she stood up suddenly and almost knocked over the chair.

It was at this time that Horatio was convinced that she had drunk a little too much and was at a level that was more than a little tipsy, but still able to act independently.

Horatio supported her.

"I'm fine." She straightened her collar and strode forward.

Horatio hurried after him.

Because...she went the wrong way again.

In other words, she had no idea where the officers' bedrooms were, and instinctively headed in the direction she had been once before - the elevator leading to the bridge.

"This little girl's alcohol tolerance is less than one-third of her lieutenant general father's."

Captain Peru shook his head with a wry smile, and arranged for several maids to help Horatio take Farida, who had drunk a little too much, back to her officer's bedroom, and asked the kitchen to prepare a spiritual tea for sobering up.

The officers' bedrooms were scattered throughout the officers' living quarters, and Horatio and Farida's were in the alternate officers' living quarters.

Located below the captain's office.

This is no longer part of the bridge structure.

Because the reserve officers are usually deployed on the command platforms of various cabins and decks of the ship, rather than on the bridge, they are not part of the bridge command group.

Therefore, in order to reduce the travel time for these young people and to leave living space for the commissioned officers serving on the command bridge, the living quarters for the reserve officers were designed at the lower part of the junction between the bridge and the hull.

Not far away is the ship's rail car and officers' car parking area, so transportation is quite convenient.

The area around the officers' bedrooms was quiet, and the buzzing of noisy equipment was gone.

The walls are covered with thick multi-layer sound-proof armor plates. Not far away are gymnasiums, heated swimming pools, libraries, rest and entertainment rooms and other living and leisure facilities.

It's like staying in a five-star hotel.

The only problem is that the alternate officer's living quarters are within the core area of ​​the battleship's main structure.

There are no portholes facing outward, and there are armor belts above and around.

The corridors and rooms are made to look like windows, with holographic images that can be adjusted automatically.

It gives people an unrealistic feeling of "birds singing and flowers blooming".

When not in a high alert navigation state, reserve officers only need to work 6 to 8 hours a day, and the remaining 8 hours can be used for reading, fitness, entertainment, or wandering around, looking around, and learning.

After all, for these young people of noble birth, the most important thing is to pass the naval lieutenant examination of the Star Domain Navy Department as soon as possible.

Captains don't really need them to have the same specific duties as commissioned officers.

"It looks like we've arrived," Horatio greeted the servants who came to assist him, and then opened the hatch to the bedroom.

One of the girls brought a glass pot of tea into the spacious and luxurious room and poured a cold cup for each of them.

After they saluted the two officers, they all retreated out of the door, leaving the superior man and woman with their own private space. Horatio looked around the bedroom, which was about 200 square meters.

The floor is covered with clean carpets, which are completely covered and precisely cut to every corner.

The interior is divided into a sleeping area, a study area and a communication area with a sofa, just like an aristocratic bedroom.

There are video TV and radio sound array.

The windows are Victorian four-poster, covered palace windows.

Officers can choose the colors of quilt covers and pillows according to their own preferences and have the servants change them.

Farida seemed to have already said hello, and the room was decorated in pink, which looked very warm.

The girl's gait was wobbly, as if she were dancing a ballet.

She walked over to the beds, sat down on one, and then laid back, stretching her arms outstretched on the soft bunk.

He just opened his eyes and stared blankly at the velvet roof at the top.

"Are you feeling better now?" Horatio picked up two teacups and walked towards Farida: "Drink it while it's hot."

Farida sat up suddenly in bed.

"Why aren't you affected by the Untouchables?" She looked at Horatio and asked a question that even Horatio himself didn't know the answer to.

"Well... maybe... not everyone will be affected." He shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Farida looked at Horatio suspiciously with drunken eyes.

"You are the only one among all the people I have met who is not affected by this power... Maybe the prophecy is not true. After all, aren't you a living example?"

"The fate of your life is your own. How can prophecy interfere with it?"

He handed one of the cups of tea to Farida, took the other cup in his hand and drank it, then put the empty cup on the coffee table and said:

"I don't like and don't believe in fatalism."

Farida took a sip and then drank the entire cup of tea in one gulp.

She held out her hand and handed the cup to Horatio.

Just as he reached out to take the cup from her hand, the blonde grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards her, dropping the empty cup in his hand onto the soft carpet.

At that moment, Horatio found himself pushed onto the bed without any defense, and a young female officer in naval uniform sat on his waist.

"Ms. Hood."

He opened his blue eyes wide in surprise, looked at her hazy and attractive green eyes, smiled bitterly and asked: "What are you doing?"

"The curse on me means that it is difficult for me to find a suitable partner. But you are not affected by my curse."

Farida opened her pink lips slightly, and a ripple of panic appeared in her calm eyes as she looked at him.

"I was thinking, if that's the case...if it's your offspring, will there be no such curse..."

She smiled bitterly, and tears appeared in her bright green eyes.

The corners of her mouth twitched, she swallowed, and said with a little suppressed sob:

“This curse… is so painful.

I…I don’t want to see my child suffer the same damned suffering as me and lead an abnormal life.”

"..." Horatio stared into her eyes and raised his hands to hold her beautiful face.

The girl was startled, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Her disordered breathing suddenly stopped, and then she held it, her body fixed in place, not daring to move.

Horatio could see that she wasn't actually ready.

He held her face in his hands, and used his fingers from both sides, like the outstretched wings of an angel, to wipe away the tears from the corners of her fluttering eyes.

The handsome young officer used his strong abdominal muscles to make the girl, who was riding on him and leaning against him, sit up straight.

The two faced each other.

The two cherry-like lips were so close that the delicate lines on them could be clearly seen.

Her pink lips trembled slightly as she slowly moved closer to him.

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(End of this chapter)