Chapter 51 02.0051: "Mystery of the Cause of Death"

At the end of the dinner, Horatio toasted a glass of wine to Madame Monsa and Thei, a lady from a noble family. They then talked about the humanities and social sciences of Abyss Port, and the conversation ended when Brigadier General Edward stood up.

"At first I was worried that you would be too reserved and overwhelmed, but now it seems that my worries were completely unnecessary."

Edward, who had drunk three glasses of fruit wine in a row, stood up, exhaled a breath of turbid air and laughed:

"You can talk about anything and are surprisingly knowledgeable. It's hard to imagine that you could learn so much in the Middle and Lower Nests."

"Thank you for your compliment. I still have a lot to learn."

"You are well-educated, modest and not arrogant. With your personality, you will be very popular in the navy."

Mrs. Monsa was obviously enjoying the conversation. She looked at Horatio with a smile, then looked at her husband: "Just like Edward."

The brigadier general snorted and laughed: "Don't learn from me. I was a troublemaker back then and was almost kicked out of the navy because of a fight."

Edward wiped his hands with a towel, stood up, and adjusted his collar: "I think this is a good meal?"

The three nodded.

"Well, dear, take Thei for a walk in the garden.

Mr. Horatio, come with me to my study, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

[Are we finally going to talk about my father?] Horatio stood up and greeted the mother and daughter as they left.

The girl smiled beautifully and said to Horatio:
"Sir, please come and see my garden during the day. Many of the flowers are planted by me, and they are all rare species from other planets."

"Of course I must admire your craftsmanship, Miss Thei." Horatio smiled back.

The girl smiled even more happily, took her mother's arm, and walked towards the gate accompanied by the maid.

Click——

Horatio followed Brigadier General Edward Perroux into the study.

The Commodore sank back into a chair behind his desk, pulled out a cigar, and offered one to Horatio.

"Would you like one? Sit on any chair." Brigadier General Edward crossed his legs leisurely, yet remained dignified and elegant.

"I don't smoke," Horatio declined.

"You'll love the Navy once you get into it..." The Commodore said as he lit up his cigar, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled:

"How much do you know about your father, Mr. Horatio?"

"I only know that he died, but from what I understand the reason may not be simple."

Brigadier General Edward looked solemn. He adjusted his swivel chair and looked out the window at the stars that were about to set below the horizon.

"He committed suicide."

"suicide……"

Horatio's brows furrowed suddenly, with a look of shock on his face: "Why?"

“It’s incredible to me.”

Brigadier General Peru opened the drawer and took out a beautiful and exquisite large-caliber pistol. The gun body was chrome-plated and showed a shining bright silver color. It combined the luxurious temperament of the nobility and the majesty of an officer.

The logo of the Mechanicus of Forge World Gothic is engraved between the trigger and the hammer of the pistol. It is obvious that this is a fine pistol specially customized for a wealthy and stylish officer.

The cylinder was large, and Horatio instantly realized that this was a precision bolt pistol that fired Navy .455 (11.6mm) caliber bolt rounds.

"He... committed suicide with this gun?" With such a large caliber, Horatio couldn't imagine how bloody the scene of suicide would be.

"No, although he used this gun in his first attempt, the exquisite pistol misfired in a rare incident. So he pulled the trigger with another small self-defense pistol."

Brigadier General Edward handed Horatio the pistol.

"Take it. It's your father's legacy, his most proud deputy. It's a Gothic MK3 Navy revolver, a high-end product that can only be customized with a naval officer's commission. This one looks like it was handmade by a technical priest, with finely carved patterns, and it's corrosion-resistant and durable."

"Thanks……"

Horatio felt a little heavy-hearted, and he took the pistol in silence.

The Marine bolter felt heavy in his hand, heavier than any pistol he had ever handled in Ancient Terra.

Through his metal prosthesis, he could feel the surging spirit of the gun beneath its solemn appearance. It was like a royal guard standing in front of him, able to kill the invading enemy with just one move.

"In the Empire, suicide is tantamount to betrayal of the Emperor and a dereliction of duty. The Inquisitor who investigated the matter froze all of your father's remaining assets."

"Since it has been determined, why not just settle the accounts directly?" Horatio discovered the problem.

"That's the problem. I don't think he would commit suicide. Another naval investigator, Sir Alexander Hood, thinks so too. The third naval investigator, Captain Elphinstone, also agrees with Sir Hood's view."

"Mr. Hood?"

"Major General Alexander Hood believed that Sir Thomas Cochrane was in a period of rapid career growth. Although the separation of his wife and children was a great blow to him, if he wanted to commit suicide, he would have done it long ago and would never have waited until now.

As for me, Thomas was my assistant officer and later became a colonel. I have known him for more than 20 years. He was my duty officer, my first mate, and the captain of my strike fleet. Don't I know his character? Even if he wanted to crash the entire ship into the traitor's star fortress, he would not choose to hide in a room and commit suicide alone! "

"So... he was killed, was he?" Horatio asked anxiously, slumping down on the table.

Brigadier General Edward Perroux sighed: "But according to our ballistic survey, he did commit suicide.

If it were an ordinary detective, the case might have been closed. But the three captains of our naval investigation team have been roaming the stars for so many years. What strange chaos and alien creations have they not seen? "

"You mean, my father was 'forced to commit suicide' for some reason?" Horatio said seriously.

He swallowed, a chill running through his body.

“We haven’t figured out the reason yet, but our three naval investigators unanimously opposed closing the case, and the Star Region Navy Department agreed to grant the Inquisition two years of investigation time.

But without the sequel, everything your father owned would be confiscated and the Cochrane family would be dishonored.”

"Is there anything I can do, sir?" Horatio asked solemnly and cautiously.

"Yes." Brigadier General Edward Perroux looked at Horatio and said:

“Most people don’t know that the Navy Military Intelligence Command is actually divided into two parts: light and dark.

The official team is the Naval Military Intelligence Command headed by Sir Alexander Hood, but in fact there is also a Fleet Security Committee behind it.

This is my primary area of ​​responsibility, protecting the Gothic Fleet from being weakened and sabotaged by conspirators and traitors.

The mystery of your father's death, we smell the smell of conspiracy, we must find out the truth and eradicate those traitors who betrayed the empire in time! If there are any.

At the same time, as the galactic war escalates, it becomes increasingly clear that the existing command and coordination system has made the Empire appear very pedantic and old-fashioned in the increasingly fierce galactic battlefield, handing the initiative to the enemy.

Your principal, Admiral George Anson, wants to build a brand new sea, land and airborne battle group commanded by our Imperial Navy, at the battalion and regiment level.

It is specifically used to take the initiative before the Imperial Guard arrives at the ground battlefield, and then the Imperial Guard takes over the front line, improving our initiative and coordination and command efficiency on the battlefield.

Of course, in order to avoid the problems caused by the Guilliman Codex, this force cannot be called the Marines.

Moreover, it is impossible to develop to such a large scale during the pilot phase. In addition, we have no experience in commanding the Astra Militarum, and many theories are still vague.

Therefore, at the suggestion of Rear Admiral Alexander Hood and I, we first established a Navy Loyalty Task Force under the Naval Military Intelligence Department, which was a naval special warfare task force.

The pilot unit will be formed by the most loyal sons of the navy, and then trained by the elites of the storm troopers. This absolutely loyal force will be used to investigate the conspiracy behind the scenes."

[Good fellow, has the Imperial Navy already begun to plan a joint sea-land tactic?] Horatio took a deep breath.

But this is not a bad thing. As a time traveler, he knows very well that even if the Imperial Navy does not do it now, after the Primarch Robert Guilliman returns to serve as regent, he will use similar methods to reform the Imperial military system.

In that case, since I have already joined the Imperial Navy, what reason is there not to support putting the initiative of reform in the hands of the navy?

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