Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 16 01.0016: ‘A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle’

When the shower curtain was closed and warm, clean water poured over Horatio's body, the pain and fatigue in his body gradually subsided as if he were bathing in holy water.

The treatment that almost every household in Terra could enjoy in the 3K era was actually the exclusive preserve of human beings in the 41st millennium. Times have really changed.

The skin care products on the gold-encrusted shelf were very magical. Horatio used them all out of curiosity. After fiddling with them, when the foam faded away, his skin became smooth and white, as soft as a newborn baby.

You will definitely not find such effective skin care products in 3K Gutera. 99% of them are commercial scams. It would be great to have 1% of them with promotional effects.

41 millennia have not passed in vain, and human beings can always come up with new ways to love beauty and enjoy themselves.

"Sir, I put the clothes in front of the dressing table, and I took the armor away and wiped it. Please change your clothes as soon as possible. The lady should be back later."

"I know, thank you."

The door closed again.

Although I really wanted to continue enjoying the comfort brought by a bath, it was obvious that taking a shower was a more suitable decision at the moment.

Horatio gently closed the golden switch and wiped the water off his body with a soft, warm towel.

He stuck his head out and saw no one outside, so he stretched out his feet and stepped on the fluffy slippers.

"That's great. It would be great if this was my home."

Horatio casually wrapped the big bath towel around his body, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony and stretched out comfortably, looking at the sunny outdoor garden, smacking his lips and murmuring.

"The sun is so beautiful, I really want to take a nap."

Horatio suddenly remembered something. He closed his eyes and went to Dark Sight to check the prosthetic limb reserve. He was surprised to find that the corruption had dropped by two bars.

[Hiss, let me see what's going on? ] Horatio tapped on the description of corruption.

"The corruption will continue to be suppressed by the hand of the saint. It will not affect the user before reaching the maximum suppression threshold, and will be purified by the hand of the saint over time, at a rate of one block per day."

Horatio raised his eyebrows, squatted next to the power socket, opened the small synapse after activating the machine soul's favor, and penetrated it.

Buzz - After a while, the energy was quickly absorbed.

[Done! Sorry, miss, I can lend you your electricity. ]

Horatio pretended that nothing happened and walked leisurely to the dressing table. He looked at the noble clothes neatly arranged on the dressing table and reached out to touch them.

The fabric is silky, extremely smooth, and feels cool just to the touch.

Horatio put on his trousers when a gust of wind blew up, carrying the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

He couldn't help but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened his arms, and exposed his upper body, letting the gentle breeze blow on his body, drying away the water droplets that had not been wiped off, leaving him extremely refreshed.

Bang! The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Huh?" Horatio turned his head sharply.

Farida looked at him with clenched fists and a look that wanted to kill someone.

"You stinky scoundrel... you are standing here with no clothes on. Do you want everyone in the manor to see a naked man standing in my lady's room?"

Chi la - the girl pulled out a stainless steel training blunt sword from the weapon rack on the wall, and walked towards Horatio with a gloomy look.

"No, Miss Hood, why did you come in without knocking?"

"Oh? I have to knock on the door when I enter my room?"

The girl raised her brows, crossed her arms in front of her chest and said, "Besides, I should have sent a maid to inform you. Why don't you get up and get dressed quickly, sit upright on the sofa and wait for me to come over, and how dare you stand naked in front of the balcony?"

"He's still wearing pants...hiss!" Horatio's waist was lightly stabbed with a sword.

"Talk back?" The girl snorted.

Horatio rubbed his waist and was about to cry without tears (TヘTo), feeling MMP in his heart.

[Any unlucky guy who marries this girl in the future will have a very difficult married life. ]

"Get dressed!" Farida pointed at her shirt with her sword, then frowned and turned around, inserting the blunt training sword back into the weapon rack.

Horatio shrugged and put on his silk shirt in front of the mirror.

Before taking two steps, Farida turned her head diagonally behind and glanced at where the young man was standing out of curiosity and aftertaste.

The unbuttoned embroidered white shirt fluttered in the breeze, highlighting the young man's slender waistline. He looked tall and straight, and his perfect waist-to-hip ratio was enough to make many girls drool.

A head of slightly long, damp black hair was pushed back by the young man and temporarily tied into a small braid, making the whole person's mental outlook more energetic.

The low body fat makes the muscles on the young man's back appear looming as he puts on clothes, as if every rise and fall of the muscles is releasing a male signal full of temptation.

Farida's face flushed, and she quickly turned her head, her frown deepening. After putting the sword back into its scabbard, she pretended to be calm and composed, and strode towards the rococo sofa. Pick up a book and place it between your thighs to appear natural.

Lina, the personal maid, came in with a pot of tea and walked straight to the coffee table, but her eyes occasionally glanced at the black-haired young man with an eye-catching figure.

"Ahem." Farida coughed a few times, and Horatio turned to look at her. He was buttoning the third button from top to bottom in his hand, and his waist and abdominal muscles and sculpture-like lines were all visible.

[This guy looks extremely weak, but his muscles are pretty good, with such deep mermaid lines...]

Farida stared straight at the mermaid line on Horatio's waist and abdomen, forgetting to test the temperature of the tea first, and directly put her red lips on it.

"So hot!"

"Miss!" Lina quickly stepped forward to wipe the corners of Farida's lips and applied special lipstick for perming. She blamed herself for being absent-minded and forgetting to remind the lady about the perm.

"It's okay. You can go out and prepare dinner first, Lina. Bring it in then. If the housekeeper asks why you don't go to the restaurant, just say I'm tired. Remember, use one dining cover for two meals. Don't let anyone tell that it's for two people. !”

"Yes, Miss." Lina bowed and quickly left the room.

[I don’t know what the lady wants this gentleman to do inside. ]

"Speaking of which, whose clothes are these?" Horatio took a picture in front of the mirror. Decorated with high-end clothes, he was indeed more handsome, and his temperament was completely different from before. It completely fulfilled the saying that "a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle" That sentence.

"The clothes my father doesn't wear seem to fit well except that they are a little too wide."

Horatio blinked and opened his mouth: "Why don't you take the servant's clothes? It's really not easy to take your father's clothes..."

"What a coincidence. The old butler knows the number of each type of valet uniform. But my father has too many clothes. He hasn't worn this set for a long time, so he won't notice."

"Okay, then when will we go to the study."

"Right now, I have sent Lina and the housekeeper away. Other servants have no right to pass through the corridor from my room to the study without their authorization."

"Very well." Horatio stood up.

"Before you go, why don't you have a cup of tea?"

——

Horatio was dumbfounded, and was once again deeply shocked by the inhumanity of the Warhammer navy nobles.

Although the corridor is shorter than the three-story mansion, with only two floors, these two floors are extraordinary.

——It is several hundred meters long, and the first floor is open to traffic, which means that Miss Farida can drive her own luxury car to her father's main house! ! !

The second floor is a walking French corridor with countless double doors. Each small room is filled with various rare collections collected by Lord Alexander Hood during his travels in the vast sea of ​​​​stars.

At the same time, Horatio also noticed that there were gold-plated empty gun racks and hammock hooks on the two walls. In the middle of the relief window sill, there was a heavy weapon shooting hole that perfectly integrated with the style of the mansion and was not obtrusive at all.

"When Port Abyss enters wartime, the entire mansion can be armed into a fortress within an hour. I heard from my father that the captains of the sailing navy in ancient times would put cannons in the dining rooms and bedrooms of the ships to fight. This is the gun position," Farida proudly introduced to Horatio.

The two walked one behind the other on the clean and soft blue velvet carpet, giving them the impression of aristocratic siblings.

"Uh... to be precise, their bedroom and dining room are next to the gun emplacement of the battleship." Horatio corrected tactfully.

"Oh, what qualifications do you, a guy who grew up in a nest, have to correct me? The captain is the owner of the battleship, how could he stoop down and arrange the bedroom next to the gun emplacement?" Farida snorted expressionlessly, her eyes always fixed. Keep an eye on the detection bird in your hand to prevent you from running into the old housekeeper head-on.

The old butler is a mysterious person with great insight. It is said that he was once a retired veteran petty officer of the battleship intelligence department.

Because these non-commissioned officers, who are promoted from among the sailors, are privately appointed by the captain rather than appointed, the captain usually arranges for a career change after retirement, giving these veterans who accompanied him in the fierce battle in the galaxy a fairly good home.

Although she didn't know what his capabilities were, Farida didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so she took the augury in advance and ran away as soon as a life signal approached.

"Although the sailing battleship was the largest war weapon that people of that era could create, its design was extremely meticulous, and every bit of space was useful."

Horatio pointed to a huge three-masted sailboat model in the corner facing the wall and said:

"Losing firepower means losing the war."

[Hey, even if he is really the son of a navy captain, he has been in the nest all year round, so what does he know about naval warfare? ] she thought.

But she didn't know that the Horatio Cochran in front of her was an 'ancient man' from ancient Terra in the 3K era who had a good education in navigation.

"Oh, really? Then let me ask you, what are these sail ropes on the ship for?" Seeing Horatio's interest, Farida raised her eyebrows and pointed to one of the sail ropes.

Next to the ship model was a supporting sailing ship annotation book written in High Gothic. Just by comparing it with the book, she could quickly know whether what Horatio said was correct.

Even for naval officers in the 41st millennium, identifying the sails of ancient warships is definitely a big problem. Even her father may not be able to identify them all, let alone this boy who doesn't know how to pretend to understand?

"There are rewards for correct answers, and penalties for wrong answers." Huntress raised her head slightly and teased with an expression that said, "I'm going to fight you today."

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