Chapter 19 01.0019: "Gee! Don't open the champagne at halftime!"

Horatio remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant, and tried his best to stabilize the emotions of both parties.

The best way at the moment is to ease the tense situation as much as possible.

The girl squinted, her bright green eyes fixed tightly on Horatio's azure ones, and her thumb unfastened the safety.

"Have you any further defence to offer, Horatio Cochrane?"

"Let's first look for the record of this honor. You don't think I can forge a fine gold ring out of thin air."

When the Lady Huntress didn't say anything, Horatio quickly thought rationally and swallowed.

After a brief and suffocating few seconds, the girl changed her expression as if changing her face.

Farida raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Of course, I'm just kidding you. People are most likely to show their true colors when they let their guard down."

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which had just been wiped.

[I almost forgot that this girl had received polygraph training from the Ministry of Justice. What a trick she used, making it look so real.]
The girl put the insurance back on.

“My father was indeed very unhappy for a while, although he didn’t tell me what happened, but I knew what was going on from the addition of the second honorary trophy.

At first, I thought the first place went to my uncle, until one day when I visited his home, I found that he was holding the third place bronze cup, and then they put all the trophies away. "

The girl cleared her throat.

"Later, I heard that a new captain named Thomas Cochrane was doing very well in the Gothic Fleet. People gave him many nicknames, such as 'Navy Genius' and 'Sea Wolf'.

However, this man has been hunting for rebel ships all year round and has disappeared. He has been living on the warship and has no property in Abyss Port.

The surname Cochran is not uncommon in Abyssal Port. I have met dozens of people with this surname, and some of them have changed their surnames to Cochran on purpose. So if you are really the descendant of Captain Lord Thomas Cochran, then a genetic comparison is indeed necessary. Let's go."

Horatio followed the girl out of the study and restored everything to its original state before leaving, as if it was just a breeze blowing by, not a human trace.

"Miss, I just received a call from you." When the two of them walked up the stairs, Lina was already waiting in front of the door outside the dormitory. As soon as she saw her young lady, she hurriedly greeted her.

"Who?"

"They just said it was from the Legal Department. They didn't tell me what the matter was. They just asked me to call back later. I checked the communication code and it was indeed from the Legal Department."

"I see."

"The meal is ready, miss."

"Thank you. Please prepare a blood sample tube."

"As you command, miss."

Lina opened the door for the two of them, and then immediately went to perform her duties as a lady.

Farida walked over to the sofa and motioned for Horatio to sit across from her.

On the coffee table were several plates of luxurious food, including the meaty basil Grox baby animal steaks, the refreshing and delicious fruit wine Saloman chicken, exotic fruit ice cream, and colorful rainbow juice.

The huntress's behavior was more elegant than before, or as Horatio described it, "pretending."

She sat in front of Horatio with her legs tightly closed, holding the saucer, taking a sip of juice, then taking two bites of ice cream, and then cutting the steak gracefully, indeed with a strong taste of a noble lady.

Just as Horatio was about to reach for the cutlery, she stopped him.

"I'm going to draw blood on an empty stomach, Mr. Cochrane. Please be patient. I'll send someone to do a blood test on you to see if your body is normal after living in the middle and lower nests for a long time."

She straightened her back, smiled, tilted her head slightly and blinked, her tone quite playful, her two cute little fangs faintly visible.

This was the first time she addressed him as Mr. Cochrane, and also changed the pronoun to "you", as if she was teasing him in response to Horatio's achievement of some important results by taking him to enjoy the real treatment of an upper-class person in advance.

Horatio leaned lazily on the sofa without replying, but smiled faintly at the beautiful girl in front of him, waiting for her personal maid to come and draw blood. "Generally speaking, nobles are not allowed to lean back on the chair when they eat at the table. Many people, including me, learned or corrected their sitting posture when they were young by the butler using a special chair that could insert a blunt knife into the back."

"Of course, before the meal, the waiter will bring you a basin of water to wipe your hands. There will also be warm wet towels for you to wipe your hands, so don't forget to use them, or wipe your mouth.

It's a pity that you can't enjoy it today. If you are really a member of Mr. Cochran's family, I will arrange all these for you the next time you visit my home formally."

While waiting for Lina to get the blood sample tube, Farida smiled and told Horatio a lot about the rules of aristocratic dining etiquette.

"I just realized that you actually talk a lot." Horatio teased with a smile.

"You should pray to the God-Emperor to bless you with this knowledge in the future, so that the favor you owe me will be worthwhile."

"And it will appreciate a lot in value," Horatio interjected.

The huntress snorted and said nothing more. She pierced a piece of steak with a shiny silver fork and put it gracefully into her small mouth. Juice overflowed from the corners of her lips, but was quickly wiped away with a handkerchief held up by her index finger.

Knock knock—there’s a knock on the door.

"Miss." Lina's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in, Lina."

The personal maid pushed the door open in response, holding a transparent test tube in one hand and a disinfectant alcohol tablet in the other.

"Let's start." Farida smiled at Lina.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The maid gently wiped Horatio's left elbow joint with a disinfectant tablet, then placed the flat side of the test tube on the vein.

Soon, Horatio felt the pain of an ant bite in that area and bit his lip instinctively. Dark red blood gushed into the test tube, and soon it was half full.

When the blood filled three quarters of the test tube, Lina gently moved the tube away, and Horatioton felt a refreshing sensation in the wound, and all the pain disappeared.

In fact, the test tube automatically treated the wound, which is quite smart.

"Send a family courier to send it to the Admiralty for testing and DNA comparison."

"In that case, Master, wouldn't that mean..."

"I will explain it to him later, please do it as soon as possible."

"As you wish, miss." After Lina removed the empty dishes, she left the room with the blood sample.

"How long will it take for the results to come out?" Horatio asked seriously, taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Now is the moment to decide life and death, so we dare not slack off.

"If it's our Hood family's request, it will probably be quick. The officers of the Navy Department will work overtime to prioritize your blood sample and inform me of the results as quickly as possible."

"Thank you so much, Miss Hood." Horatio nodded slightly and expressed his sincere gratitude.

[Hmm~ This guy looks grateful, not bad~]
The huntress raised her small and delicate nose, raised the corners of her mouth, fanned herself with a small lace folding fan that she had pulled out from somewhere, and hummed triumphantly:
"Hmph~ The Imperial Navy is a closely-knit whole. If you are really the descendant of a martyred naval officer, helping you with this little matter is nothing to our Hood family."

[Sister, please don’t open the champagne for me at halftime!]
"So, how do we resolve the issue with the Ministry of Justice? I've come to you, so you'd better be careful." Seeing that the female huntsman was a little dizzy, Horatio picked up the teacup and took a sip, reminding her not to forget the business.

When Horatio mentioned the call from the Ministry of Law, Farida rubbed her temples in distress and gave the boy a resentful look, as if to say, "Why did you bring up such a depressing topic during dinner?"

"I'll call back and see what it is. You stay quiet."

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