Chapter 48 02.0048: "Guide"

"Senior." Horatio straightened his back and saluted the female sergeant.

"Are you injured?"

"By the Emperor, no," Horatio replied solemnly with a proud smile.

The heroic female sergeant breathed a sigh of relief and patted Horatio's shoulder with the iron arm installed:

"You have been very brave today and lived up to the name of Zhongsi."

Then she returned Horatio's Sky Eagle salute, and the other loyal marines around her also saluted.

"Thank you."

call out--

A sci-fi-looking shuttle with a gold-plated emblem suddenly drove in from the gap in the upper nest.

The surrounding hovercrafts and Valkyrie transport planes all gave way.

The shuttle was also very considerate and chose a corner to slowly descend without interfering with the rescue efforts.

The shuttle's vector engine slowly swung to 90 degrees and slowly descended.

After coming to a complete stop, two stepped folding doors dropped down.

Everyone nearby looked towards the hatch.

"Could it be His Excellency Alexander Hood?" the two loyal marines whispered.

"Should? Who else would come here specially except Lord Hood?"

Da da.

A steady sound of footsteps was heard, and a tall man appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged officer has a well-proportioned figure. Although there are some wrinkles on his face, he is still dignified and solemn, with bright eyes and full of energy.

He was wearing a naval uniform in the style of the Age of Discovery, with golden stripes on the hem to symbolize his status.

The soft felt navy double-cornered hat is sandwiched with a pure white feather, and on the outer side is casually draped a dignified, majestic and luxurious navy officer's cloak, which is blue on the outside and white on the inside. One can tell at a glance that this person has an extraordinary origin and a high position of power.

Sergeant Louise's eyes suddenly widened. She recognized the person coming and immediately took off her helmet and respectfully saluted with the Sky Eagle.

"Everyone, salute His Excellency Commodore Edward Perroux!"

Click!

All the loyal marines raised their guns to their shoulders and saluted in unison.

The man raised his hand to signal that the ceremony was over, and his eyes fell on Horatio.

"Well, I'm Sergeant Horatio Cochrane, nice to meet you." The man greeted with full energy, but his words were not as serious as his image.

This relieved Horatio.

"Hello, Brigadier General!" Horatio smiled and responded politely, "I didn't expect you to come in person."

"You look exactly like your father. When your father was recommended to serve as a candidate officer on my frigate, he was about your age. Time flies and you've grown up so much..."

The man had his hands behind his back, his eyes full of memories of the past.

"I am ready to join the Imperial Navy."

"Very good." The man nodded pertinently: "Do you know what you have to do now?" "Uh... work hard to become a qualified Zhongsi student!"

"That's true, but I want you to set your goal to become an excellent candidate for the title of loyal heir."

"Of course, sir!"

"We can talk about the rest in the evening. I'll deal with the mess here first."

The man came to the middle of the field and cleared his throat.

"Fellow citizens of the Empire!" The man's loud voice spread throughout the entire block without the need for a loudspeaker, like a captain giving orders.

Some of the people around him were crying, some were furious, and some looked indifferent, but they all looked at him.

"On behalf of the Imperial Navy, I express my deepest regret for today's bloodshed and sacrifice, and I strongly condemn the murderer! Our brave Zhongji Marines fiercely repelled the murderer who caused this vicious incident.

Citizens of the Empire, violence is not the answer to everything. Guild alliances are a very bad example, and the Gothic Fleet will always stand on the side of loyal citizens of the Empire.

From now on, our marines will gradually take over the security here. Please believe that whether it is the warships hanging high in the sky or the soldiers patrolling the streets, the Imperial Navy will become the strongest shield for all loyal citizens of the Empire!
Starting this month, the Gothic Fleet will distribute emergency relief supplies to the F-4 block, as well as ten other blocks in similar situations, to help loyal and law-abiding imperial citizens overcome difficulties.

Our medical officers and holy nuns will provide free and complete medical and rehabilitation services to the injured in this incident, and will also provide shelter for children who have lost their parents. Please rest assured and believe in His holy navy, believe in the Gothic Fleet! "

Brigadier General Edward Peru's speech might not have had flowery words or inflammatory appeal, but it was brief, powerful and pragmatic. Horatio looked around and saw that many people had tears in their eyes. They knelt down and recited prayers and holy names in praise of the Emperor.

"Navy! Navy! Navy!"

Even more people began to shout slogans in support of the Imperial Navy.

"To all the loyal servants of the Empire fighting on the front lines, you have done a great job. Thank you for your hard work."

Edward Perroux saluted the loyal marines, paramedics, and nuns present.

"I dare not trouble you to clean up the mess for the Guild Alliance." The female sergeant responded solemnly.

"Someone has to manage Abyss Harbor. If leaving it to the Guild Alliance and the like won't avoid trouble, it has to be us." Edward responded with a decent smile.

Horatio looked at the man, after peeking at the log of the chief of Fleet Intelligence Command, these words had quite a special meaning to his ears.

"Come on, Mr. Cochrane. I never thought I could call you this for more than thirty years. Maybe I should call you Horatio or Mr. Cochrane Jr. I'm afraid I'll mistake you for Thomas."

[Brigadier General Perroux actually came to pick him up personally...? Who is this reserve sergeant?]
Under the surprised eyes of Sergeant Louise and others, Edward put his arm around Horatio's shoulders and walked towards the shuttle.
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After a whole night of meetings about the Vegas incident and learning that the cultists had extended their claws to his daughter, Major General Alexander Hood, who was extremely upset, pushed open the door of the study roughly.

He turned on the power of the chandelier, instinctively glanced at the alarm device, and looked around the study vigilantly, but found nothing unusual.

He collapsed onto the leather seat, feeling relieved. He rubbed his temples tiredly and closed his eyes to rest.

After a long while, he finally opened his eyes and looked towards the holographic star map by the window. The window over there was not closed, and the breeze was gently blowing the gauze curtains.

Suddenly, the man frowned.

He had stared at the window several times while writing his diary. The star map had not moved for a long time. The place facing him used to be the Kronus Expanse, but now it had become the Eye of Terror centered on Cadia.

[Someone has been to the study!]
The man's eyes widened with anger and he stood up in an instant.

He walked along the star map and his eyes fell on a slightly protruding book on the bookshelf next to him.

The old housekeeper has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and when he is arranging the books, he almost uses a ruler to measure the levelness of each book.

And now, this book, which he had not touched for a long time, protruded about three millimeters more than the other books in the same row. This strange phenomenon, which most people glanced over, was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of the chief of the intelligence headquarters.

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