Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 17 01.0017: ‘I am not a voyeur’

The Huntress pointed to a row of dense black ropes at the bottom of both sides of the mainmast.

"Static stays, used to support the mast from the side to resist wind force."

Horatio blurted out almost instantly.

Farida blinked and quickly opened the book to look through it.

[God Emperor, he was right? ! ] Farida found it very unbelievable.

Horatio smiled half-heartedly and added:

“Because these ropes are immovable once laid, they are coated with pine tar or asphalt for added durability.”

[I have rigged these rigging lines myself on a sailing training ship. ]

"...It must be a coincidence! What about this?!" Farida was flustered, and the noble's arrogance forced her to continue to speak harshly.

Her delicate fingers traced the ropes holding the ship's girder.

"This is the yard halyard, please look at it."

Horatio pulled gently on the rope, causing the gaff to float up and down.

Farida was speechless, and after a while she asked, "How do you know this?"

"It doesn't matter, Miss Hood, I only care about the reward." Horatio's face was filled with a proud smile.

"Tsk, what do you want...don't go too far."

"Your gloves."

"ah???"

Farida's cheeks suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple.

"You...you know what you...are talking about! You gangster!"

"Ah? It's just gloves, why are you so excited?" Horatio looked at Farida strangely.

He wanted the gloves just so he wouldn't leave fingerprints, so as not to reveal any clues.

The girl hesitated to speak, and stood there wringing her hands for a while, and finally reluctantly took off her lace silk gloves and handed them to him.

The moment he took over the warm gloves, Horatio vaguely remembered a saying:

“In the Victorian era, there was no qualitative difference between asking for a spinster’s silk gloves and asking for the original silk stockings that came off her legs. ’

[It’s understandable, after all, people have a wide range of XP. Some people like legs while others like hands. It’s hard not to be misunderstood if you directly ask a girl to wear silk gloves on your hands. ]

"Ahem, don't get me wrong, I just wanted to avoid leaving fingerprints."

Horatio forced himself to put on the silk gloves that still retained the girl's warmth, but they were only big enough to cover half of his palms.

In order not to leave fingerprints, I had to make do with it.

But, Farida looked at him with a perverted expression the whole time.

The remaining 500 meters or so was a torturous journey. He was silent all the way and stared at with strange eyes. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he followed Farida to her father's study.

"Is this your first time?"

"Um."

Farida looked around nervously: "I have my own study. My father's study is also his office. There are many top-secret documents of the Imperial Navy in it, so don't look around after you go in, otherwise he will find you no matter where you are, and then Goug out your eyes."

"So terrifying..." Through various negative descriptions of the captain, Horatio developed a deep awe of him before even meeting him.

"Everyone knows that he is the Lord Captain, but few people know that my father has been promoted to the chief officer of the Military Intelligence Command of the Gothic Fleet, and has been promoted to the Red Flag Rear Admiral."

Rear Admiral Red Banner of the Military Intelligence Command of the Gothic Fleet?

Horatio's eyes rolled. As a member of the Coast Guard in his previous life, he had systematically studied naval history and knew the meaning of this title today.

The Imperial Navy is a fancy job created by a bunch of Nottingham British guys. Its naval structure is highly similar to the British Royal Navy in the age of sail.

A combat fleet is usually led by an admiral, a vice admiral, and a rear admiral, divided into three parts.

Among them, the vanguard fleet at the forefront wore a red flag on its stern, symbolizing attack and bloody battle. This position is usually held by a vice admiral. Only those who have experienced nine deaths in vanguard operations are qualified to be promoted to admirals.

This fleet usually consists of fast capital ships paired with multiple frigate squadrons.

An admiral like Captain Alexander Hood, who was particularly brave in combat but was stuck in promotion due to age and lack of seniority, was also allowed to serve as the commander of the forward fleet, and would be given the honorific title of Red Flag Rear Admiral.

The backbone fleet, that is, the main fleet, is usually commanded by an admiral, with a holy white flag flying on the stern. It is the key division that determines the victory of the entire naval battle, so it must be commanded by the most experienced naval admiral.

The largest, strongest, and most dominant warships in the entire fleet will be commanded in the backbone fleet.

At the same time, due to the high casualty rate of vice admirals under the Imperial Navy's radical tactics of cornering, torpedoing, and jumping gangs, admirals with suitable qualifications are scarce, and not every operational fleet may be equipped with an admiral. , those talented vice admirals can also be selected to serve as commanders of the White Flag Fleet, and are honored as White Flag Vice Admirals.

Captain Samuel Hood of the Hood family is now a White Flag Vice Admiral.

Finally, there is the rearguard fleet, which is responsible for supporting and serving as the reserve fleet. It is only served by rear admirals and flies the blue flag. Usually, the fleet only has high-mobility warships, which are not as powerful as the forward and main fleets.

This fleet is responsible for cleaning the void battlefield and chasing down the fleeing ships. Once the war reaches a stalemate and needs to be on the front line, it means that the war has been quite tragic.

Warships are always out and need to return to port for repairs and replenishment. This is a relatively long process, which can take months or even decades.

During this period, officers returning to port will be assigned to the functional departments of the Navy Department, or to the naval prison on the planet as tribunes (commanders) or tribunes (lieutenants).

Since Farida's father is now the chief of the Gothic Fleet Military Intelligence Command, it means that he will not set sail for a while. If she leaves any clues here, once she is charged with the crime of stealing fleet secrets, no one can save her except the old emperor.

Farida pushed open the exquisitely carved mahogany door, and the light from the corridor illuminated a gap in the dim study.

Because Farida herself had never been in, she fumbled for the light switch for a while.

Just as she reached out to press it, she was stopped by Horatio.

"Don't move!" Horatio had a certain vague feeling about the machine soul since he activated the affinity of the machine soul.

Logically speaking, the soul of the light switch shouldn't be so violent and impulsive... unless.

Horatio turned on the switch next to him, which had a lazier soul, and the large chandelier in the study lit up.

"This may be a trap to confuse intruders." Horatio looked at the row of switches and said.

Farida let go of her hand tactfully, but her expression didn't care: "I have turned off the power of the security measures."

"How can you guarantee that your father's study doesn't have an independent power supply?" Horatio raised his eyebrows.

"..." Farida was speechless, curled her lips, and her face was puffed up.

[Tsk, what a nasty guy, how come he knows my family better than I do]

Horatio exhaled in shock.

"This study... is so big, it's simply a man's paradise." Horatio couldn't help but admire it.

The room was tidy and orderly. On the east side were desks and filing cabinets, and on the west side were dozens of mahogany bookshelves filled with books, as if entering a library.

Looking more closely, this is simply a man's private paradise. Behind the large desk, on the wall-high cabinets were various warship models, including a three-masted sailing warship. In addition, there were countless models of various aircraft, tanks, knights and Titans.

On the neatly arranged table, there was also an unfinished painted Retribution-class battleship.

"I didn't expect your father was a modeler."

"Modeler...?"

"Emmmm, just understand it as a model enthusiast." Horatio had never seen this Lord Captain, and the scene in front of him made him doubt the rumors from the outside world.

How could a crazy and irritable old man use a paintbrush to patiently outline the battleship's paint?

Uh... But maybe he could only calm down at this time.

As he was thinking, an open thick book on the table caught Horatio's attention. The feather pen was not on the pen stand, but casually inserted in the ink bottle. It was obvious that he had to go out for something urgent halfway through writing.

[Take a look before looking for clues? No, let's look for clues about the ring first. ]The desire to verify his identity was in fierce conflict with his curiosity.

[What if that was a clue?]

Horatio glanced at the huntress. She said she would keep an eye on him, but she had just entered her father's study and was now looking around the bookshelf area, like a child curious about the adult world. Although this tall and strong sister really couldn't be called a child.

Horatio moistened his throat with saliva, and curiosity eventually overcame the business that should be done. He sneaked over.

'The Imperial Law Department has given up investigating the accident eight years ago, and the task force has been disbanded. I am obviously very close to the truth, but I have to give up the existing investigation results. Theresa, what should I do, how should I avenge you? I swear on my life that this matter will not be resolved. ’

‘I used almost all my connections and finally persuaded His Excellency the Fleet Commander-in-Chief. After the meeting of the Personnel Committee of the Navy, it was decided to appoint me as the chief of the Gothic Fleet Military Intelligence Command, which means that I can use my authority to continue to investigate the truth of this matter. This is really good news! Theresa, I will make everything clear. I will catch those insects hiding in the dark one by one and hang them with my own hands! To comfort your soul in heaven. ’

‘Theresa, that guy’s case may actually become the key to my uncovering the truth. ’

‘I’m sorry, Theresa, the Navy has assigned me and Vice Admiral John Bean to plan a special operation for the Navy to control the entire ‘Vegas’ area, so I have to temporarily interrupt the investigation. But I am very happy. This is your most proud achievement back then. Now, I finally have the opportunity to continue to build your dream. ’

Horatio took a breath of cold air, huh! This is the personal log of His Excellency the Fleet Military Intelligence Commander!

The handwriting is quite neat, and it looks like it was written by a cultured person, but some parts are blurred by water. But Horatio prefers to believe that it is tears.

[Hiss, who is "that guy"? I can't stop, take another look...]

Horatio is worried, but he can't stop his curiosity, so he picks up the page with his gloved fingers and turns it back.

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