Chapter 786: The Past of the Faithful Heir
The war is over, probably, but Alex does not feel relaxed.
Standing on the hive spire, a place that once symbolized power, he suddenly fell deeply into the memories of the past -
"You are..."
< br>In the cold corridor, the young voice was full of doubts, and then there was silence for a while.
"What are you doing?"
A big boy was kneeling on the corridor, with a tile on the drain under his knees.
After hearing the sound, the older boy raised his head and saw a slightly smaller child standing next to him, looking down at him curiously.
He didn't recognize him. Although this child was wearing a simple black twill Tadaji Academy uniform like him, he thought he was a new kid.
“Then what do you think I’m doing?”
The older boy asked succinctly:
“What do you think I look like doing?”
The younger boy was silent for a while. He was thin and tall, and looked about 12 years old. .
For some reason, the big boy on the ground felt that there was something terribly old and scary hidden in the eyes of the boy in front of him.
“It looks like you are only using a brush to clean the tiles in this corridor.”
"Haha, should I praise your attention?"
The big boy smiled without humor. His dirty hands picked up the brush and showed it to the child. It was a tool made of soft bristles. , originally used to brush buttons and straps on uniforms.
"I think you can still find the answer yourself."
Then he took a small brush and dipped it into the cold and biting water in the bowl next to him, and began to scrub the floor again.
"If you don't mind, I have to mop the other three sides of this yard."
The younger boy was silent for several minutes, but still didn't leave.
The man who was cleaning the tiles could feel a stinging pain on the back of his neck.
"What else do you want to ask?"
The child nodded.
“My name is Sebastian Jarek.”
"Good job, introduce yourself, my name is Lucas Vander."
"Lucas, why are you doing this?"
Lucas threw the brush into the bowl , kneeling aside, rubbing his numb hands.
"I was too reckless. I went to the weapons training ground to practice target shooting with live ammunition, and ended up breaking three targets. The assistant instructor was very unhappy."
"So is this a punishment?"
"Yes, this is the punishment."
"That's really unfortunate."
The man who called himself Yarick said thoughtfully.
"It's really unlucky. If you encounter such a bad thing and a bad person like you, wouldn't you ask for something better??"
Arik went to the corridor to open the door. One corner, looking out.
The cloisters of this ancient missionary college are paved with mosaic tiles of the Imperial double-headed eagle. The air is filled with the smell of rain, the cold wind whistles down from the stone colonnades, and the drains and gargoyles on the building are numerous. It has almost disappeared under thousands of years of erosion.
Outside the academy territory, stands Ignatius, the capital of this episcopal world. The Ecclesiastical Palace overlooks the western horizon, its thick towers two kilometers high, reaching into the sky.
It is indeed a very cold place here.
Yarek arrived here by transport ship from the frigate. As soon as he got off the transport plane, he felt the local climate was bitingly cold.
The Imperial State Church manages a sector of the galaxy based on the iron laws of the State Church. He was told very early that it was an honor to be admitted to the Zhongsi Academy.
He was taught by his father to love the Emperor, and the Emperor would love him back, but at a young age he did not feel that the Emperor had given him any compensation.
After looking at it for a while, even with his back turned, Alex could still feel that the older, muscular boy who was still mopping the floor was staring at him.
"Do you have any problems now?"
Yarrick asked with his back turned to him.
The boy who was punished immediately replied:
"Some common questions, do you know how they died?"
"Who?"
"Your parents, they must be dead. If they didn't die gloriously, then you It won't be in this orphanage."
"This is Zhongsi Academy, not an orphanage." "Whatever, this empty building is a monastic academy, and those who are sent to study here. Both parents dedicated their lives to serving the God-Emperor.”
Yaric turned around, looked at each other, and said:
"My mother died when I was born. My father was a colonel in the Imperial Guard. He died in a battle against the greenskins last year. "
The big boy stopped mopping the floor, but stood up and walked to Yaric.
“Interesting.”
“Interesting?”
"A heroic feat by an Imperial soldier, but very common in the Empire."
Yarrick turned his head and stared at him.
The big boy felt a little frightened by the deep gaze of the other party.
"Lucas, why are you so interested? How did your parents die?"
Lucas took a step back and said with pride:
"My father was a noble general. He killed thousands of demons at Armageddon and died in the battle. You must have heard about that glorious victory, right?"
"I understand. "
Neither of the two boys spoke anymore, and they were silent for a long time. They stared at the stone double-headed eagle sculpture diagonally passing by outside.
"Oh, then we can be considered friends now."
The older child stretched out his hand, and Alex hesitated for a moment before shaking hands with him.
"So, but now maybe you have to go to work..."
"Lucas! Are you fishing?"
A voice suddenly rang through the corridor, Lucas He immediately knelt on the ground, took out the brush from the bowl, and started brushing hard.
A tall figure in a robe slowly walked up to them. He stopped beside Lucas and looked down at him.
“You have to wipe every centimeter, every tile, and every gap on the ground clean.”
"As you command, deputy tutor."
The academy's
deputy tutor turned around and looked at Yaric.
"You must be preparatory student Sebastian Yarrick."
There was no element of questioning in the other party's tone.
"Follow me, kid."
Arik followed the tall mentor and strolled on the tiles.
He looked back for a moment, and Lucas was raising his head, making a gesture of cutting his throat with his hands, sticking out his tongue, and coughing.
Arik smiled, this was the first time he smiled this year.
The tutor's hall is a cylindrical room filled with books. Countless bookshelves are stacked around each other, just like a mini nest.
The shelves were filled with ancient tomes and data tablets, surrounded by a strange spiral track rising from the ground to the top. Alex was curious about what this brass gear structure machine was for.
He stood in the center of the room for four minutes until the Grand Master arrived.
The Grand Master was a sturdy man in his fifties - if he had not lost both legs, his left arm and half of his face.
He sits in a brass wheelchair with a suspended stand underneath, powered by three force field generators fixed inside the wheelchair.
Seeing Yarick, his mutilated body slowly turned around.
"Are you Sebastian Yarrick?"
His voice was hoarse, as if it was electronically synthesized.
"Yes, Grand Master."
Yarrick replied, recalling his uncle's teachings.
"You're so lucky, kid."
The Grand Master's strengthened vocal cords produced a hoarse voice.
"Ignatius's College of Loyal Heirs is not open to everyone."
"I understand this is my honor. Grand Master, when they planned to enroll me Just tell me this."
Then the Grand Master looked at a data pad in the suspended position and entered something on the data pad with his whirring artificial skeleton arm.
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