Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

1:40 pm Terra time.

Sepula-Mundi, outside the interview hall No. 31 of the B2 Building of the Navy Headquarters in the Hazy Star Territory.

The interior decoration of the Navy Headquarters Building is elegant and magnificent, with the corridors based on Victorian style and supplemented by Baroque style.

It looks grand and beautiful without being too gaudy.

Louise was sitting on a red velvet cushion chair outside the interview hall. Even though she had secretly wiped it several times, she still had layers of sweat on her palms.

Her wet slender fingers pinched the slightly yellowed pages, and her purple pupils scanned the words on the pages.

There are dozens of candidates like her waiting outside.

Some were sitting on chairs, while others were restlessly walking back and forth in front of the lacquered brown double oak doors, their buckled leather shoes clicking on the bright white marble tiles.

Louise's throat rolled up and down, and she turned a page again, and a drop of sweat pattered on the page.

Wiped away by thumb before fainting.

There are a total of 31 interview halls in this interview session, and she is in interview hall No. 31, the last one in the interview halls, and the last one.

The reason why Louise was facing a formidable enemy and felt extremely nervous was mainly because according to past experience, the candidates waiting for interviews in the last five interview halls had written test scores that were just below the passing line.

Historically, it was a very common scenario for all the candidates in the bottom five interview halls to be wiped out during the interview session.

Everyone knows that these candidates are the weakest candidates in the written examination. Naturally, the interviewing admiral is not optimistic about the attitude he has when looking at them.

Alas, the oak door was pushed open, and almost all the candidates waiting outside looked at the candidate who came out.

He was the first student to enter Examination Room 31, and he was also the student with the highest written test score among them.

"How's the situation?" one of the alternate officers asked anxiously.

The candidates who came out had their hair completely soaked with sweat, and their whole bodies looked as embarrassed as if they had been doused in a basin of water.

"Who are the three examiners?" asked another alternate.

There was a lump in his throat and he was lost for a long time before he realized someone was talking to him.

"Yes——" He was about to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he sighed in one breath, and then he shook his head,

Said: "I will only say one name, and you will understand."

Louise sat quietly on the chair, holding the pages of the book tightly with her slender fingers, listening to their conversation through the candidates who surrounded the person.

"Admiral John Jervis, Headquarters Fleet."

As soon as this name came out, all the alternate officers in the audience were stunned.

"Are you ----- sure? I heard that he only went to the first interview hall in the first half of the year. The people there were all academics who had nearly perfect scores in the written examination.

As the admiral of the headquarters fleet, how could he end up in such an interview room at the end of the crane? You must have admitted your mistake. "

"No, I am the alternate officer of our fleet. I am sure and sure that I did not mistake our fleet commander."

Then, the candidate put on his hat and quickly left the interview hall with his head downcast, leaving only the candidates behind him talking.

When the second and third candidates walked out of the interview hall in despair, the candidates who still had the last glimmer of hope gave up, believing that what the first candidate said was true.

John Jervis, the admiral of the Battle Fleet of the Navy Headquarters in the Obscure Star Territory, really came to Interview Hall No. 31 this time.

The last time he attended a naval officer interview was six months ago, when he examined the outstanding candidates of the school in the first interview hall, including Archie Cuthbert Collingwood.

No one knows why the admiral chose this interview room at the end of the crane this time.

But as expected, almost every ten minutes, a candidate came out dejectedly.

The interview went much faster than Louise expected.

It seems that it won't take more than a day to interview the candidates outside the interview hall at the end of the crane.

It was 4:40 pm, Terra time, and there were only twenty minutes left before the end of the day’s interview.

Although there was no interview yet, but she had been reading for nearly four hours during the long wait, and Louise felt that her head was already dizzy.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and ordered a cup of coffee from the Admiralty valet, letting the caffeine help her wake up.

"Next one." A magnetic voice came from inside.

Another candidate walked in with stiff steps, and she was the only one waiting outside the interview hall.

Louise hung her head.

Obviously, she was the last person in the interview hall and the one with the worst score among all the candidates who passed the written examination this year.

In the true sense of the word, ‘lying on the door frame and hitting someone’.

Such dismal results made her feel a little disappointed, and she couldn't help but feel that she had failed Horatio's guidance.

Believe in yourself, you are very suitable for the navy, you are no worse than others, be brave and do it, just like us galloping across the sea of ​​stars. We are the Imperial Navy, and what we lack most is courage and wisdom. ’

Horatio's words of encouragement echoed in her mind again, as if he were speaking in her ear.

Louise took a deep breath and looked at the book list again.

About six minutes later, the alternate officer came out.

"How's the situation?" Louise stood up and stared at him and asked. At this time, she couldn't let go of even the slightest possibility.

"Come on, beautiful lady, you are the last hope, don't let the 31st interview room be wiped out."

The other party shrugged his head, pouted his lips, and pulled out an ugly smile to reply.

Then he left the interview room with an unsteady gait, and it seemed that he was tortured enough.

"Next." A loud voice came from inside.

Louise finally took care of her appearance briefly and walked towards the brown double oak door.

[Don't be afraid--it's just an exam--Come on, Louise. ]]

She encouraged herself.

The dozens of candidates in front of her, without exception, were wiped out.

They came out less than ten minutes after entering.

Now it's her turn, the last one in the written test.

This kind of tension, as if she was not walking towards the interview room, but the defendant's seat of the Navy's serious criminal court-martial.

Even so, Louise still held her chest and head high, stood up, walked firmly, brows solemn, put her hand on the door handle, and pushed open the heavy oak door.

As the door opened, her eyes fell on the room.

The room was spacious and Victorian-style, with wooden bookshelves filled with all kinds of naval books.

From the oldest wooden sailing ship introduction to the sketch of the planned warship that was still in the conceptual stage, from the abstract star sea navigation map full of sea beasts to the dense star language coverage diagram.

There was a red velvet sofa on each side of the wall at the entrance, and a marble-carved, rotatable spherical star map next to the sofa.

On the right side was a large window with clear light and good lighting. Outside the window was a green artificial ecological construction landscape circle with birds singing and flowers blooming, green mountains and green waters. At this time, many senior officers of the Navy Headquarters were watching the scenery while discussing official business or the war situation in a certain sub-star region.

A naval lord colonel was standing outside the window, looking at the beautiful scenery.

Of course, perhaps it was also to relieve the body and mind that were so angry with the candidates.

In front of her was a long mahogany table with a high-quality texture. On the table were several hardcover textbooks of the Imperial Navy, bundled parchment scrolls, and unpacked parchment star maps spread out on the table, ready for the three examiners to ask questions at any time.

Opposite Louise, on the left, sat a lord colonel, whispering to the admiral next to him, who was wearing a blue-bottomed white stripe with gold thread embroidered on the edges.

The admiral sitting in the middle, listening quietly, was the one who frightened the examinees as much as traitors and heretics, and reformed the Imperial Navy's military discipline law with his own efforts.

The legendary admiral John Jervis, who raised the strictness of the Imperial Navy's military discipline by several levels, and also aggravated the bloodiness of the suppression several times,

and finally caused the mutiny rate of the Imperial Navy's warships to drop to the lowest in history.

The admiral was holding a paper letter with the mark of purity in his hand. It seemed that while serving as an examiner, he was also handling official business.

Seeing that the three senior officers were busy with their own affairs, Louise, the candidate officer, took the initiative to step forward.

"Report to the Admiral and the Captain, Louise Tavira, the candidate officer of the Gothic Fleet, is here to take the Navy Lieutenant Examination!"

She held the book in her left hand, put her right hand behind her back, straightened her chest and raised her head, put her feet together, and her clear voice flowed through the entire interview room.

(In the history of the Navy Lieutenant Examination, according to the Royal Navy Selection Act, the examination group was composed of three officers with a rank not lower than that of Navy Colonel.

Regardless of their high or low birth, Navy candidate officers must pass the examination organized by the Navy Department before they can get the commission signed by the King/Queen and become a formal Navy Lieutenant.

Although it may not be possible to completely avoid the human relationship, it was already a very advanced system of selecting talents in the era when government and army positions could still be obtained by spending money to "donate officials and accept positions.")