Chapter 33 02.0033: "Miss the first day of mobile payment"

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The warm, clean water from the Admiralty poured over Horatio's head.

After a night of hard work, he stood tiredly in front of the shower, his head drooped, as if he was in another world, half asleep and half awake.

In his dream, he saw a hot red.

His whole body was covered in flames, and he was lying in a twisted and deformed cabin. In front of him was a devastated scene, with the ground littered with victims whose deaths were horrific and miserable.

[This is?]
He remembered that this was the first scene after the original owner lost his memory - eight years ago, there was a terrible scene of purgatory in the crashed shuttle.

It was as if you were there, with hot steel plates melting and falling one after another.

To make matters worse, there was a piece of it right above his head that was creaking and about to collapse.

Horatio's head drooped weakly on his shoulder, staring blankly at the sea of ​​​​broken fire.

He hated this purgatory, but he also knew that it was just a nightmare caused by excessive fatigue. Since he could not feel any burning or pain, he did not intend to make any move or resistance.

[As long as you wake up from the dream, everything will return to reality. Isn't it?]
He closed his eyes as he thought this, until his thoughts were interrupted by the clear cry of a girl.

"Quick! Put your hands out!" The voice, distorted by the incomplete memory, shouted.

Horatio turned his head slightly and saw a slender white arm reaching out to him. He had no intention of moving anymore.

But his inaction in the dream did not affect the established facts, and the body stretched out its arms on its own, just like the original owner had done.

The short-haired girl grabbed a guardrail without caring about the danger, and used her white hands to pull Horatio's hand and pull him out as best she could.

[who is she?]
The guardrail in the girl's hand had been heated by the raging fire, and its bottom was even glowing with orange-red flames. Her left hand, which was tightly holding the iron bar, made a boiling sound, and her flesh and blood were melted together by the high temperature.

There was no need for her to do this. She could have simply ignored this stranger.

The short-haired girl gritted her teeth, endured the pain of being burned, and pulled him back little by little.

However, the human body has its limits after all. The girl in front of him cannot hold on for too long, and she will eventually be buried in the sea of ​​fire along with him.

In the last scene, Horatio suddenly felt himself floating in the air, and a strong hand pulled him and the girl up and walked straight out.

[Uh…I actually fell asleep while taking a shower, and I dreamed about the plane crash eight years ago.]
Horatio supported himself on the marble tiles of the wall with his iron hands. He scooped up some water with his left hand and wiped it on his face, and his sleepiness was slightly relieved.

After cleaning his body and armor as much as possible, he came out wearing the clothes Farida had prepared for him, and handed the armor to the housekeeping servants, asking them to return it to the Ministry of Justice.

It was already noon.

"What are you doing? You are already a student of Zhongsi now. Can you be more careful? How can you just walk up to the chief officer and challenge him?"

Farida, who came out of the officers' lounge, called out to him.

Farida pointed at Horatio and when she opened her mouth, her two cute little canine teeth were clearly visible.

"I want to earn more credits." Horatio walked to the mini fountain sink in the corridor and said while fiddling with his hair.

"Are you so confident? You're a genius."

"What if it is?"

Horatio took a hot towel from the servant and said with a smile, "Why? You still want to bet with me?"

After wiping, he threw it into the towel collection basket next to him, and another servant quickly took it away for cleaning.

"No...no!" Farida's face flushed as she remembered the disastrous defeat she had suffered in the bet with Horatio at her house.

"I just want to tell you that you are now a member of the Imperial Navy. Although you are not an officer yet, you must be careful about your words and actions and don't make any more mistakes."

"Thank you for your advice, Ms. Hood." "Do I need to report on those cultists?"

"I have already reported to my father. They will not survive today."

"Speaking of which, how should I get some money from my father's property now?"

Farida recalled something and said, “As far as I know, your father’s property is being investigated and frozen after his death. As for how he died, I don’t know either. I only heard my father mention the freezing of property and honor.

If you want to know this, I'm afraid you have to wait until the investigation is completely completed. With the efficiency of the joint investigation by the Imperial Ministry of the Interior, the Navy, and the Inquisition, it might take... a hundred years?" Farida raised her index finger and touched her lower lip, saying thoughtfully.

"Ah? Then wouldn't I be a poor man with nothing but fame?"

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"Just kidding~" Farida raised the corner of her mouth with a wicked smile.

"Although it's a joint investigation, the chief officer investigating the death of Captain Thomas is my father. As long as the truth comes out, everything you deserve will be returned to you. Besides, you're going to enter Zhongsi Academy tomorrow, why do you need money?"

"Uh……"

Horatio rubbed his hungry stomach and forced a smile, saying, "I want to go out for some fresh air before entering Zhongsi College, but I don't have a penny."

I didn't sleep all night and didn't eat until noon. I had to wait until the evening to attend the banquet. It was really a torture.

Moreover, he wanted to find the mysterious fortune teller before entering Zhongsi College.

While taking a shower, he had a terrible guess - Abaddon's 12th Black Crusade was beaten back by the Gothic Fleet. Now is the end of the 41st millennium. If I were Abaddon, I would definitely find a way to weaken the Gothic Fleet to death to ensure that the plan for the 13th Black Crusade is more secure.

I must verify these events to see if they are the prelude to the 13th Black Crusade.

It is now the end of the 41st Millennium, and he still has more than a decade to accumulate strength within the framework of the Imperial system to fight against Abaddon, the 'Chaos Warmaster' who swept in during the 13th Black Crusade.

Otherwise, as a sailor of the Gothic fleet, judging from the losses of the Gothic fleet in the Battle of Cardia, there is a high probability that he will die there.

There is not much time to waste.

Seeing Horatio's absent-minded look, Farida sighed and pretended to be indifferent: "Since you were so embarrassed last night, I will help you again."

The girl chuckled playfully.

She snapped her fingers, and a servant standing by the pillar not far away came forward to salute and respectfully handed over a pen dipped in ink.

Farida pulled out a long ticket book from her small bag, opened a page, took the pen and started writing on it.

"Cash the check and give it to the famous poor man next to me." Farida resumed her usual arrogant demeanor in front of others and ordered.

"...Check???" Horatio, who traveled through time from the 3K era, was a little confused.

He usually scans his phone and has no idea how people in the 41st millennium actually spend money.

In his mind, checks were only for rich people and he had only seen them in movies.

"Of course, Mr. Cochrane." Farida raised the corners of her moist pink lips and chuckled:
"The income and expenses of a naval officer are quite cumbersome when converted into cash. You don't think I have to carry a lot of cash with me all the time, do you? Signing checks is the way the navy spends money. They pay my father's salary directly with a draft."

Seeing Horatio's expressionless face, Farida hummed with satisfaction and continued:

"When it was time to settle accounts for his salary and hunting bounties, the Admiralty would send a treasurer with a bill of exchange to remit the money to his name. Father didn't need to bring servants with him to carry boxes of cash and gold."

Horatio took a deep breath.

It is true that many currencies within the empire are generally in the form of cash or even coins, but how much money would it cost to use bills of exchange to avoid such an exaggerated transfer scenario that requires people to carry money.

Farida seemed to see what Horatio was thinking and said jokingly:
"Millions, it's a more convenient unit."

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