Chapter 50 02.0050: "Backdoor?"

The house was filled with the blessing incense commonly used by Anglican priests. Upon careful sniff, there was also some unidentifiable strange floral scent mixed in.

Horatio walked slowly in the mansion, admiring the interior decoration.

Brigadier General Edward's home is not as extravagant as Major General Alexander Hood's, but every layout has been carefully designed and has a homely warmth. It should have been arranged by his wife and daughter.

The restaurant was next to the reception room on the first floor. Horatio passed by the reception room where the temperature and humidity were very pleasant. The servants were already standing behind four chairs on standby. When they saw the host and the guests arriving, they pulled out the seats in an orderly manner and welcomed the four people to take their seats.

Brigadier General Edward sat at the head of the table, with his wife and daughter sitting on his left.

Horatio was naturally taken to the right seat, where the right was the most respected.

"Uncover it, we can talk while we eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants took two steps forward with gilded basins and stood on the left side of each person.

"Don't be shy. Just treat this place as your own home, Horatio. Come and do whatever you want." Edward said with a smile, and demonstrated by washing his hands in the lemon-scented water.

Horatio thought of Farida's instructions on etiquette that he had given him the night before.

'Generally speaking, nobles are not allowed to sit with their backs to the chair when they eat. Many people, including me, learned or corrected their sitting posture when they were young, using a special chair that could insert a blunt knife into the back of the chair.'

'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.'

In addition, he also knew some of the etiquette of Guteras, so he always kept a dignified smile on his face. He rubbed his hands in the basin, wiped them with a warm soft cloth, and then picked up the tableware in an orderly manner with a standard posture, straightening his back and keeping a distance from the back of the chair.

Dinner was served in a rotating format, with the starter being soup and an unknown type of fish fillet.

The soup is milky white with a strong aroma of stewed meat and basil. It is served with mushrooms, vegetables and chopped ribs.

The fish fillet showed a perfect Maillard reaction, with just the right light brown color. There were rosemary branches arranged like a laurel wreath on the upper right corner of the fillet as decoration, and the sauce was poured into the word "victory" in High Gothic.

"It seems that our Mr. Horatio is living quite decently even in the Middle Nest." Mrs. Monsa praised Horatio as she watched him dining in a proper manner.

"Miss Hood gave good guidance," Horatio responded with a sincere nod.

"Ms. Hood?"

Mrs. Monsa's eyes turned around, with a warm smile on her face, and then asked, "Mrs. Alexander Hood?"

"Exactly. Miss Farida Hood explained a lot of etiquette to me when she found me. Otherwise, I would have been embarrassed tonight."

"If you come here often in the future, I can also teach you these. Perhaps it will be better than Miss Hood's guidance." The girl sitting opposite Horatio smiled.

"Once you enter Zhongsi College, it should be... a bit difficult to come and visit you?"

"Relax, Mr. Horatio." Edward cut the fish fillet, and the aroma of seasoning and fish filled his face.

"Please remember that you are now a loyal heir of the navy, a talent to be trained as a command officer, not a loyal heir of the storm."

After chewing the cut fish fillet, Edward Perroux continued: "The Imperial Navy does not need rigid soldiers who only obey orders unconditionally. We need officers who are wise, bold and innovative.

The Naval Academy has two days off every two Terra weeks (14 days), and you can enter and exit freely with your ID card.

In addition, you will often go on missions, but before graduation you will basically stay on the planet of Abyss Port, and only on the eve of graduation will you be sent to the front line for practical training. These missions are assigned by the Navy Department and are assigned to each team to complete, rather than accepting missions like bounty hunters.

After all, we are the Imperial Army, and we have a lot of things to do. We don’t have time to wait for the squad to pick things up slowly.”

"So...what if that mission is difficult?" Horatio asked seriously.

"Without the power and equipment of the Space Marines, how do you think we as mortals should fight against Chaos?" "We are weak in strength, but we make up for it in unity, and we have wisdom."

Horatio raised his finger and nodded his head.

“Yes, a flexible mind can solve 99% of the problems, and the Navy Department will also conduct risk assessments on the missions and assign more than one team to complete them.

If necessary, you will be supported by the Arbitral 'Death' Team, Space Marines, and even Inquisitors, the best warriors of our time. Of course, you don't want to be the last one."

Brigadier General Edward smiled and raised the glass of dark red wine and saluted Horatio:
"Mr. Horatio, if you want to stand out, you must be bold and use your brain to come up with the best approach. Then you will find that many difficulties will be solved. This is the training policy of the Gothic Fleet. When you get on the warship, you will understand that most of the difficulties you are facing now are not difficulties.

When you are given only 30 seconds to make a decision that determines the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people on the ship, the entire fleet, and the dozens of worlds protected by the fleet, you will be grateful for your extremely smart and clear brain, and the training the navy has given you. "

Horatio swallowed, even if it was just in words, he could feel the huge pressure coming at him.

"Yes, Master Peru," Horatio raised his glass in reply.

"Please remember." The brigadier general's face was very serious, but his seriousness also showed his calmness and naturalness.

"If the Imperial Guard loses, our transport ships can bring another 100 regiments and ten times the number of reserve troops for ground combat.

But once the navy loses, the claws of Chaos will be able to surround and sweep across the entire star region without scruples, dozens of worlds will be devastated, and trillions of lives will be paid as the price.

Whether all this will happen may happen within 30 seconds of your decision. Whether you are a sergeant, a midshipman, a lieutenant, a colonel, or an admiral, every detail of each of us may set off a howling storm. "

"My dear, why do you put so much pressure on me right from the start?" the brigadier's wife warned, signaling the servants to bring the main course.

"Pressure helps people grow, mother." The girl on the side was looking at Horatio the whole time, observing the expression on his face. Whenever Horatio looked serious, she would chuckle.

"I heard the war situation is very tense right now." Horatio said after taking a sip of wine.

"Since entering the 41st millennium, the war situation has been intense.

There are wars everywhere in the galaxy now. The Gothic Fleet has activated more than 70% of its sealed warships. Our fleet has long been scattered throughout the galaxy, not just the Hazy Star Field.

Even so, there are still more people than ships. Even the position of reserve officer is hard to come by. The phenomenon of people in each fleet waiting for ships is becoming more and more common. Many people have not been able to wait for the assigned warship for decades.

The shipyard has already activated an emergency war preparedness decision of two-shift rotation for 500 years. Tens of thousands of workers die from exhaustion every day, but their sacrifice is worth it, as tens of billions of people have survived because of it. "

The main course was served, which was a steak covered with black pepper sauce. The meat was very tender, and just a little force with the knife would reveal the pink and juicy cut surface.

"But you don't have to worry about these problems, Mr. Horatio." Edward wiped the corner of his mouth casually:
"As long as you can successfully enter the Officer Preparatory School and become a loyal officer candidate, I will take you to my battleship, and then you will prepare well for the star-level naval lieutenant qualification assessment, just like your father. As long as you have the ability, we will give you a stage to show it and train you to be an excellent captain, or even a general."

“Is this a backdoor?” Horatio thought.

"Thank you." He picked up the wine glass and saluted the brigadier general.

As the two talked, a stew was served with turnips, carrots, potatoes, and some vegetables that Horatio had never seen before.

"Thank your father, Mr. Horatio. He proved his worth, and proved that the Cochran family still has the Navy in its veins.

In this era when everyone is under great pressure, there is no more exciting news than the return of Speyer's descendants. The fleet needs faith, mankind needs faith, and you need faith. "

At the end of the meal, the appetizing desserts were served, symbolizing the end of the dinner and a better tomorrow...

Maybe.

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