Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 170 03.0169: ‘Salon’ in the Captain’s Office’

“Mr. Horatio, Miss Hood.”

Horatio, who was chatting, heard the greeting and looked towards the source of the voice with the officers.

The captains sitting there were instantly in awe when they saw the newcomers.

It was none other than the two masters of this huge ship.

The captain and the first mate.

The brilliant gold edges on the uniforms of the colonel and the lieutenant made them stand out among the captains and look extremely majestic.

“Mr. Perroux, Mr. Sterling.” Horatio smiled and saluted the two senior officers who came over.

“Well, good. Ladies and gentlemen, how do you feel about the gunnery today?” Commodore Perroux, the captain of the ship, nodded in return, with a dignified face but a kind smile.

This kind of combination of strength and softness, majesty without making people feel scared, is a unique temperament of a senior captain that needs time to settle down.

"Yes, I'm a little tired and a little painful. The ramming almost broke me and the enemy ship apart." Horatio joked humorously.

The young man's joking answer made the captain and officers laugh heartily, and the slightly serious atmosphere became relaxed and happy again.

When Farida heard such a joke, her cheeks turned slightly red.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly with a little shyness.

[This guy actually mentioned this in front of so many people now. ]

Her apologetic eyes were a little resentful, and she glanced at the tall and handsome young man beside her.

Horatio held the wine glass and laughed boldly with the officers. He didn't seem to care and didn't complain.

She took a sip and smiled again.

But this also refreshed her concept of the navy.

She thought that the Imperial Navy was very serious about everything they did, and eating a meal would be completely like the nobles, paying attention to etiquette and a lot of red tape.

But in fact, although the scene was grand, they were really just taking a rest.

Accompanied by the melodious and cheerful music played by the military band, these naval captains, who were the pride of heaven, lay down as comfortably as they could, and didn't care about their sitting posture at all.

Their words and deeds were elegant as gentlemen and ladies, making people feel relaxed and comfortable as if they were attending a private salon.

Those annoying red tape and interest rules were diluted to a comfortable level here.

The conversations were also mostly humorous.

It was completely opposite to the serious and depressing style of the officers she saw in the bridge.

These officers, alternate officers, lieutenants, and captains of different ranks, addressed each other respectfully and chatted casually.

"The end of freedom is chaos, and the end of order is despotism. Compromise is the purpose of the navy, relax." Horatio said quickly and softly when he passed by Farida, and then returned to the chat.

Seeing Horatio say this, Farida gradually relaxed and joined their chat.

And she was sure from the officers' expressions.

For some reason, when Horatio stood next to her now.

Her untouchable temperament was indeed not as strong as before, and she would make people vomit when she stood next to someone.

Although there was still a slight discomfort, it was not a torment for these veteran captains who had been through many battles.

[It's amazing, how did he do it?] Farida glanced at the young man next to her.

As the officers arranged the work at hand, they came one after another.

All equipment was checked and operated by senior warrant officers.

Even if there was an external enemy situation, the enemy would not be too fast to reach the combat distance, and there were warships surrounding them to keep alert.

And they took the special officers' fast elevator, and all the staff could be on duty in just five minutes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats!"

At the invitation of the 'king' on the warship, officers, civil officials, and commissioners stationed on board from other departments took their seats one after another.

"Please, Miss Hood." Horatio politely invited Farida to take a seat.

Her seat was on his left, and he pulled out a straight and comfortable velvet chair for her.

After everyone was seated.

The captain knocked the crystal cup with a silver spoon, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The official hall servants and young servants immediately set off and ran.

The official hall servants stood behind the captain and the captain.

Others stood behind the officers according to gender, with a young servant standing behind each officer.

These people were the same as the young servants when Horatio had a simple meal, but slightly better.

Not everyone was qualified to serve the officers in the captain's hall.

These young men and women were the children of the warrant officers who commanded the bridge. They had received a certain degree of education and were well dressed.

The servants first brought a gold-plated basin to each adult who was seated for them to wash their hands, and then stood neatly behind the officers, observing their expressions and serving them at dinner.

Looking at the entire spacious captain's office, Commodore Perru sat at the top of the oval table, looking directly at the crowd.

Three people can sit in one arc.

According to the unique rules of the Imperial Navy.

Captain Lord Sterling, wearing a void blue uniform with thin gold stripes, sat in the arc on his right hand side.

The chair on the left was temporarily absent.

That seat was reserved for the Tech-magus of the Mechanicus of the Indefatigable.

But the wise man is usually very busy, he needs to monitor the operating readings of the most critical parts.

And thanks to the transformation, he almost only needs nutrient solution to survive, so this position is usually empty.

On the right hand side of Captain Sterling are all officers of the Imperial Navy, and these people take their seats in order according to the order of taking over the command of the warship.

The Monsignor of the State Church on the warship sits to the left of the empty seat on the captain's left hand.

He is a kind and dignified old man. Monsignor is an honorary title granted by the State Church to priests who enjoy the treatment of bishops.

These State Church people who serve the Imperial Navy often get a higher level of treatment than their original level.

After all, there are various risks on the warship, especially when achieving a warp jump.

The battle-hardened Indefatigable is still serving the Empire today, and the senior priests of the State Church have made great contributions.

"Monsignor, I have been serving this warship since I was a candidate officer. About a hundred years?" Captain Peru smiled and stretched forward, turned his head and looked at Monsignor and asked.

"105 years, Captain." The respectable old man replied with a smile.

"Well, I have served the Indefatigable for three times as long as I have." Captain Peru gave a thumbs up to the diners and nodded pertinently.

The one on the left is the ship's military supervisor on the Indefatigable.

Even when eating, he still wears the majestic and cold military supervisor's wide-brimmed hat, and his alert and cold eyes still keep vigilant around.

"Military Supervisor Carson has a rich experience and has thwarted countless acts of weakness and betrayal.

It is thanks to these dedicated military supervisors that the empire's valuable assets have been prevented from being robbed by villains countless times by evil schemes."

Captain Peru introduced to the diners, mainly the group of young candidate officers who had just boarded the ship.

"But don't be afraid. He is a respectable commissioner. As long as everyone performs their duties conscientiously, my old friend will not cause you any trouble."

Carson, the military supervisor, nodded.

One more person to the left is the chief medical officer.

This respectable gentleman is dressed no worse than the lord captain.

Horatio recognized that this was the medical officer who helped him get medicine.

"You will never find a more powerful and reliable surgeon in Abyss Port than him.

I tell you, many captains who were promoted from the Indefatigable broke their arms outside.

'Oh! Don't move! I'm going back to Abyss Port to ask Dr. William Harvey to amputate my limbs!'" Captain Peru performed the action vividly.

The officials who were dining laughed, and the atmosphere became cheerful and joyful.

The chief medical officer with a single-lens gold-rimmed glasses was embarrassed and smiled shyly.

Then there are various masters. They are civilian officials. Some are from the Ministry of the Interior, and some are professional masters specially hired by the Ministry of the Navy from the civilian population.

From the general view, the captain's right hand side is the naval officer, and the left hand side is the non-naval officer.

But when it comes to the alternate officers, it is different.

The alternate officers are seated according to the port and starboard assigned this time.

The positions of these young officers are very interesting. They are assigned seats according to the distance of each part from the bridge and the side direction.

Horatio and Farida are on the port side, so they are on the captain's left hand side.

Next to Horatio is the alternate officer of the power department, then the light spear gun group officer, and then their macro gun officer.

The officers of the light spear gun turret on the spine sit on both sides, and then the alternate officers of the bow torpedo room.

Some people did not come because they were recuperating from injuries.

For example, only a little boy came to Horatio's right, with a red face, looking worried about his injured colleagues.

"It's a pity that some of our gentlemen were injured in the battle and could not attend. But thanks to the favor of the God-Emperor, they did not lose their lives. Let us raise our glasses and wish for the health and recovery of these brave and wounded God-Emperor warriors!"

"Wish for the health and recovery of these brave and wounded God-Emperor warriors!" The officials raised their glasses in unison.

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