Chapter 814 The pilot commander and silencer of the Son of the Courtyard Fleet
The next morning, the simulated sunlight of the courtyard filled the entire area, projecting onto the exquisite pointed arches and stained glass, rendering the complex into a warmth And the sacred scroll.
For the students of the courtyard, this is the second day they officially become sons of the courtyard.
Same, for Cylas Sephalon and Celeste Marion, today is not the same.
The instructor, director of moral education and director of the Student Affairs Department hopes to send a message clearly that they were named by the principal and asked to meet in person.
These two people were also one of the nine students who triggered Mr. Hope Xiaoxiao's ability and were personally recruited by her.
The two arrived at the headmaster's office almost at the same time.
The corridor at the door is quiet and solemn, and the pointed arched dome appears even higher in the soft light, as if silently staring at the two young people standing there.
Selas Sephalon is a tall and gentle young man. He is over 1.8 meters tall. He is slender but does not look thin. His wide shoulders and narrow waist give people a natural ratio. The sense of elegance.
He has short flax hair with a soft luster. After careful care, his eyes are light golden, exuding a quiet and delicate light, as if he is always thinking about something.
It is worth noting that there is a slight gap on his forehead.
Wearing in a black courtyard uniform, he had the buttons meticulously, the card slots on his belt were not messy at all, and he looked decent and neat.
His temperament is gentle and calm, and there is a smile on his face, like a breeze blowing across the lake, making people feel relaxed unconsciously.
If the courtyard recruits Phase II students, then a person like Silas is the kind of senior who is like a spring breeze that his juniors long for. And if he is in a current school, then he is that kind Especially suitable for serving as student chairperson (the courtyard does not have a student union).
Standing in front of Cyras was a tall but slightly slim woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with a cold and distant temperament.
Celeste Marion's face has soft lines, but it adds a bit of morbid beauty to the pale complexion.
She has a short silver-white hair slightly messy, but it is neatly trimmed, and each hair just highlights her cold temperament.
Her eyes were extremely light gray-blue, like the cold winter sky, cold and distant. Through those eyes, it was difficult to see her emotional fluctuations.
The black uniform of the same courtyard, but the cuffs and collar are a little loose, as if she deliberately avoided the tightness of her body, making her figure appear free and difficult to touch in the space.
The two stopped at the same time about two meters away from the door.
Silas looked at the other person quietly, but at this moment he felt a strange feeling of discomfort.
It was an indescribable perception, and some kind of energy flowing in the air suddenly stopped.
The flow of the EVE particles in his body vaguely slugged, as if they were gently pulled by some invisible force.
He frowned slightly and subconsciously landed his gaze on the silver-haired woman.
His "third eye" told him that this discomfort came from the silent classmate in front of him.
The other party's existence itself carries a special fluctuation. This fluctuation does not seem malicious, but is difficult to ignore, like a potential threat or... unknown.
Marion seemed to have noticed Silas's sight, but he did not react at all.
She stood straight, her hands hanging down beside her, like a statue that could move at any time.
Her eyes were lowered, occasionally sweeping over Selas, but soon withdrew it without saying much.
The atmosphere between the two was strange and quiet, like two strangers who were tempted by each other, and like two completely different magnets. One was gentle attraction and the other was tough rejection.
The air in front of the door seemed to solidify for a moment until Selas sighed softly and withdrew his gaze.
He looked at the young woman in front of him, smiled slightly, and said to him: "Hello, my name is Syrath Sephalon - majoring in Ether in courtyard engineering The rapid strike theory and the pilot theory of the branch of the engine science, the fleet command theory. ”
The silver-haired woman stood there quietly without any response.
Her eyes raised slightly, and she looked at Selas' forehead in an almost rude way, and her eyes remained in the slightly protruding gap.
The gaze was filled with a cold exploration, observing a rare specimen, which was straightforward and even a bit impolite.
Selas was not angry by this rude gaze. Instead, he seemed to be accustomed to it. He reached out and touched his forehead, his tone was calm and self-deprecating:
" This is a benign genetic mutation, similar to Shyohound disease. However, because of this aberration, I was also included in the pseudo-human camp..."
His voice was low, but with a little A calm smile.
"However, thanks to the principal and Director Hope, they are willing to recruit students like me into the courtyard."
After the son of the Three-Eyed Courtyard said, Marian did not respond immediately, but raised his hand slightly and pointed to his throat.
She did not make any sound, but instead gestured a smooth and elegant sign language with her hands.
Her movements are neat and precise, and she seems to have been used to communicating with people in this way.
A moment later, the think tank device on Selas' waist emitted a slight vibration, and then a translation was conveyed into his mind:
[Hello, my name is Cialis Te Marion, a repulsive person who is hated by the ether. ]
Silas raised his brow slightly and looked up at Celeste again.
At this time, there was a hint of seriousness and inquiry in his eyes.
He began to notice that there was a strange fluctuation in her body, which was like an invisible barrier, preventing the flow of the ether.
This sense of repulsion is weak but real, making Marian's existence itself incompatible with the surrounding environment.
This characteristic makes her appear so... disturbing to ordinary humans.
The atmosphere between the two became subtle and complex, one was the son of the three-eyed courtyard who was defined by a genetic mutation as a pseudo-human, and the other was a natural alien rejected by the ether.
Zhizhizhi—
At this moment, the door of the principal's office automatically opened.
They stood in front of the principal's office door, and after a moment of eyes, they nodded each other, tacitly pressed the complex emotions in their hearts, and walked forward.
The light from the office brought a long shadow for the two of them, and they walked in together. *
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Inside the office of the principal of the courtyard.
As the principal, Xia Xiu did not wear his usual white robe, but instead changed to his signature black classic outfit when he was in Terra
At this moment, His black trench coat and coat were neatly hung on the hanger, his top hat was quietly placed on the side, and his white cane leaned against the desk.
It is not so much a simple office, but rather a central center where power and plan meet. The interior decoration is simple but not without its grandeur. The patterns on the walls carry typical architectural aesthetics, while the bookshelf are arranged. Neat archives and design drawings.
In addition to Xia Xiu, there are several core figures standing in the office.
——Vice Principal Touls is leaning on one side, holding a report in his hand. The tail of the ears swayed slightly, looking tired but focused.
Intelligence spies stood at their desks for the first week, and he also held a report in his hand, which read - "Intelligence Report: The Ilhid Empire"
Ban The commander of the Guard Broly stood quietly in a corner of the room, his huge figure as reassuring as a wall.
The mole and the dark snake, who are the task force of the Administration, are sitting on chairs beside each and reporting to the principal.
The mole's voice was low and stable. He stared at Xia Xiu and said with a steady speech: "The contingent of the Administration - a member of the Mole Science Society has been Most of them were transferred to the courtyard.
The fire resources and production lines were also dispatched from the present side to ensure that the foundation operation of the courtyard was not affected.
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At the same time, the production lines on the Administration are accelerating reproduction to make up for this dispatch vacancy. "
He flipped through the report in his hand and continued: "Among them, some members of the Science Society have experienced orthodox academic training and learning in Terra, many of them The basic adaptation has been completed and Adam can directly cooperate with the teaching of the courtyard. This part of the force is expected to be fully invested in teaching and production by the end of this month. "
Xia Xiu nodded slightly, with a hint of recognition in her eyes, while Mole continued to add:
"In addition, the blueprint of the ship design shared from the Knights of Heaven The preliminary analysis has been completed. The ship production line that is supporting this is currently being built in cooperation with MC&D Co., Ltd., Anderson Robots and Vallaven.
The technical support provided by these three companies covers the manufacturing of ship modules, the integration of weapon systems, and subsequent maintenance. "
The mole's voice paused for a moment, and he raised his head to look at Xia Xiu. His tone was still stable, but with a hint of caution: "Although it is still the stage of basic construction , but the prototypes of the first small ships are expected to be completed in the next depth cycle month, when we can conduct trial sailing and commissioning. "
His description is well organized and his speaking speed is moderate, which is entirely to facilitate Xia Xiu to quickly grasp every key point.
Xia Xiu gently rotated the pen in his hand on his fingertips. The slender fingers reflected soft light, and the expression seemed careless, but the concentration between the eyebrows was not diminished at all.
His lips raised slightly, and he asked with a thoughtful smile: "Does the representatives of the three companies have any suggestions? Or do they have other expectations?"
The mole lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about his words, and then looked up and replied: "They hope you don't forget the promise of changing technology to market, especially the rewards of shared technology. br>
In addition, they also said that they were looking forward to the performance of the first conquest of the courtyard and hoped to serve as a window to observe the future potential of this cooperation."
After hearing this, Xia Xiu chuckled, with calmness and determination: "Tell them that the kingdom of heaven and the courtyard will never disappoint. This time, it will be a good start."
Although his voice was not loud, he had a power that could not be ignored, which was an absolute confidence from the sword-holder of the kingdom of heaven.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiu's eyes turned to the office door.
At this moment, the door slowly opened, and three-eyed student Cylas Sefalon and silver-haired student Cylester Marion stepped in.
The two of them had a steady pace, with a little doubt and nervous expression, but they also had unconcealed expectations in their eyes.
"Here you."
Xia Xiu withdrew his gaze, and the smile on his face softened a little. He looked at Touls and Yi Zhou, who was standing aside, and used a relaxed but A meaningful tone said, "I've found the talents you want for you."
Turs's eyes swept over the two students walking in calmly, and his slender fingers gently buckled them. The armrests of the chair, the fox ears shook slightly, as if they were carefully observing their breath and reactions.
He didn't rush to speak, but just nodded slightly, calm and calm as always. In contrast, Yi Zhou, who was standing next to him, leaned against the corner of the table, with a faint smile on his face. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and it seemed to have a certain meaning when he swept across the two of them. But he didn't say much.
Silas Sefalon and Celeste Marion walked to the center of the office, facing Xia Xiu and several high-rise buildings in the courtyard.
They were upright and clean and neat, and they raised their hands at the same time, and gave a standard marching salute, with appropriate respect and confidence in their voices.
Selas spoke first, with a clear voice but steady:
"Principal, I am Silas Sephalon, a student in the I-Phase of the Courtyard, I wish you the most noble Dear. I am honored to be summoned by you. What can we contribute to the courtyard? "
As soon as he finished speaking, Celeste gestured with a slightly soft voice, and at the same time she The AI at the waist quickly translated her sign language into a gentle voice:
[Principal, dear directors, I am Celeste Marion——]
Xia Xiu smiled slightly and walked to the two students.
His golden eyes seemed to carry some irresistible power, but at this moment it revealed a kind of peaceable gentleness.
He first came to Silas, stretched out his right hand, and his palm was facing upward.
Seeing this, Silas bent down slightly and held the principal's hand respectfully with both hands.
His actions were very serious, as if he was accepting an invisible but heavy responsibility.
"Is it still used to it in the courtyard?" Xia Xiu asked in a gentle tone.
Selas raised his head, his tone exuded a heartfelt gratitude:
"Principal, I'm living a good life in the courtyard. Everyone here is sincere, No one will discriminate against me because of my eyes, but instead makes me feel that my abilities can be truly recognized and exerted here."
Xia Xiu heard this, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper. Some, he nodded:
"That's good, that's good."
After saying that, Xia Xiu took back his hand, and he continued to say to the three-eyed student:
"I'll call you two over here today, yes There is an important task to you-"
At this moment, the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven became calm and solemn, his expression became unprecedentedly serious and serious in an instant, and a flash of a golden eye An indescribable force.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice with a heart-pounding oppressive feeling, and said to his students:
"Selas Sephalon, would you like to be the commander and navigator of the First Fleet of the Courtyard?"