StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 237 Matt Horner
New Canaan is a prosperous and prosperous place. The courageous first generation Tyradores established this young but vibrant city on the coast of the Emerald Sea. Colonists from all over Ladore IV, wealthy people from the nine nearby main star worlds, and the middle class with a tendency to immigrate.

There are no towering skyscrapers in other core worlds or linearly distributed modular towns in other worlds. The wooden and stone houses are very textured and distinctive, and their architectural style is extremely rare in any period of human beings.

In the commercial district in the center of New Canaan, the broad streets are paved with irregular colored floor tiles and painted wooden boards, and the streets are lined with trees and luxuriant foliage.Behind the thick tree trunks are shops decorated with handicrafts, crystal windows, and handsome men and women. The shop owners in New Canaan enthusiastically sell souvenirs, local wine, pets, and commodities they can get from various channels to tourists who come here. .

Even in this day and age, interstellar travel and vacations across multiple AUs and galaxies are for the rich.Of course, if a person from the very poor class can get a one-person spaceship with a jump engine in the garbage dump, and can find a few barrels of low-quality crude gas fuel to fly out of the galaxy, the rest depends on whether he is enough lucky.

Pedestrians in New Canaan Street No. Ⅸ, Tyrador Ⅸ are rich people who are well-dressed and elegant in speech, and they may come from more than a dozen parsecs (astronomical unit: equivalent to 3.26 light-years) away.Many of them are young men and women who come to honeymoon, and the traces of laser minimally invasive plastic surgery can be seen more or less on their faces.

When walking on the streets of New Canaan at night with a slight sea breeze, the young Matt Horner knew that the wealth held by every glamorous man and woman who passed by him might exceed the wealth of the Huot family's store. sum of assets.But Matt doesn't need to care about these, after all, the possibility of him inheriting the family property is very slim.

The Horner family is a local small business family, which can be regarded as a middle class family. They own their own house and land suspension vehicle in New Canaan.As the second son of the family, Matt Horner has lived in an environment that is not considered affluent but at least has enough food and clothing since he was a child. Dropped out of school and did everything in his power to earn a living.

Like many young people of this age on Tyrador IX, Matt Horner, who is only 15 years old, is at the most confused stage of his life.Matt never needs to worry about what to eat next meal or how to fill his stomach, but there are not many life choices left for him.

Young people like Matt in Tyrador either find a local job after graduating from high school, or they choose to go to college to continue their studies.The wealthiest Tyradors used to send their children to college in Tarsonis or Korha IV, but Matt had to rely on his own efforts and scholarship.

Now, there is a very common trouble that troubles the young Matt deeply from time to time, that is, he does not know what he should do in the future and what kind of career he should pursue.But whether to stay in Tyrador, or wait for the day when his son will inherit his father's career, or choose to go to the university of Tarsonis for further studies, Matt already has the answer in his heart, after all, he is convinced that he will never be able to stand doing nothing in his hometown, A constant life.

Matt liked to stay by the seaside and look at the sea since he was very young, passing by the luxury yachts, mooring boats and cruise ship hotels on the coast without taking his eyes off it. Perhaps every boy has a fantasy of going out to sea when he is looking at the sea.And even the ocean has an end, and only the vast sea of ​​stars is the destination of all adventurers in this era.

In Koplu's interstellar era, some people never left the land under their feet from birth to death, while some people knew their destiny was to swim among the stars from birth.

The day was no different for Matt, who had plenty of time to wander around before spring break was over.Going north through the central commercial street of New Canaan is the world-famous Emerald Sea, where there are beautiful sailboats and seaplanes.

The Horner family is not a big family with strict family rules, and Mrs. Horner never stipulates when the children in the family must return.After all, compared with his father and brother, Matt has always been a peaceful and quiet person. He has a dream of breaking away from gravity and entering the starry sky in his heart, but he will never be affected by distant dreams. He is serious and down-to-earth. The fundamental reason why the Na family was able to gain a foothold on Tyrador IX during the great colonial era.

The road through the commercial street is long, but Matt doesn't mind improving his life experience by contacting all kinds of people. Only the lively voices can make him feel a little change in his unchanging daily life.

In the depths of the commercial street, the neon signboards and colorful lights of the shops reflected Matt's eyes into a brilliantly lit world.Further ahead, black iron railings separate the streets of the affluent and commercial districts, with domesticated beasts and security guards armed with C-20A shotguns and P-40 submachine guns guarding the boundary between the two.

At this time, Matt suddenly heard the sound of orderly footsteps. Among the pedestrians in the commercial street, there was a squad of Federal Marines in light brown power armor walking quickly.

These federal marines are all wearing freshly painted CMC-200 power armor, holding C-14 Gauss rifles, tall, and with the help of servo systems, they can stride a long distance with just a lift of their feet.The marines' shiny, oiled armor bears the unicorn emblem, suggesting that they are from the Knights of Tyrador, a well-armed colonial force of the Defenders.

The marines of the Federation have always been "reputed" on various planets for being invincible and invincible, while the marines of Tyrador have a more noble mission-to improve the protection of the wealthy areas of New Canaan.

The Tyrador knights in "knight armor" are different from those warriors who have undergone resocialization. They all come from the local family and retain a complete personality.

Strictly speaking, the Tyrador Knights are only the planetary defense forces of the Tyrador galaxy, and their predecessors were only the militia troops of the galaxy. They are not even under the jurisdiction of the Federation Army, but directly belong to the governor of the Tyrador galaxy.

Having not experienced war in more than 100 years, the Tyrador Knights often take on jobs that can earn extra income.Serving the wealthy, big merchants and aristocrats, the Knights did everything from providing personal protection to dignitaries out hunting, or as lifeguards on beaches.

Like the security guards of the Ghetto, the Knights of Tyrador serve only wealthy or powerful clients—or both.Among the Tyradores, the Knights did not have a good reputation. Those Tyradors who like to criticize current affairs always call the people of the Tyrador Knights "crabs with blue shells on stilts". It is used to satirize their shiny armor and ridiculous fighting power.

The soldiers of the Knights walked past Matt and walked quickly into the distance without stopping to look at him.Looking at the hurried looks of these knights, they were either rushing to fight fires in the wealthy district of New Canaan, or they were anxious to save a pet cat that a big chaebol climbed up a tree.

Matt couldn't help being envious of the shiny armor. He turned his head to look at the Tyrador Knights who were walking away behind him, hoping that he would have the opportunity to wear them and experience them.It's not that Matt decides to join the army just after seeing the imposing Goliath armed robot like some Shiloh farm Jimmy boy, he just yearns for these things and doesn't want to join the federal army at all.

Just as Matt withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look forward again, a man with broad shoulders and short dark gray hair was walking towards him.Matt could tell at a glance that this man was extraordinary. His expression was determined, and his bushy eyebrows were slightly furrowed, which made people feel that he was worried about something, and this thing could never be a trivial matter in the family.

At a certain second, the man suddenly turned his head to look at Matt, and met his gaze.

New Canaan is close to the ocean, and the nights are breezy.

After looking at each other for a few seconds—maybe just for a moment, Matt looked away with a blushing face, and the back of his ears became damp.Matt Horner, who is only 15 years old, is a shy child. He is easily shy and blushes and has a soft personality.

Matt is wearing a black student uniform, which makes it obvious that he is a student at a glance.

Matt was then a fair-faced boy with curly dark brown hair and a clean, boyish face.Matt's skin is fairer, his Adam's apple is not yet obvious, and his childishness has not disappeared.Even as a boy, he could relate to cuteness.

"Son. Are you a local?" The man's eyes lit up and he called Matt.His voice is very warm, but with a little deep hoarseness, as if the wind, sand and harsh environment have damaged his voice when he traveled in the universe.

No one can refuse this gentleman's question.Matt is convinced of this.

"Yes sir," Matt replied.

In front of this tall man, the still-developing Matt could only see the muscular chest under the open windbreaker.This is undoubtedly a very manly man, with a personable manner, even the girls will blush when they see him, not to mention Matt.

There are two beautiful girls behind this man, one with red hair and one with pink hair, both of them look beautiful.And further back were four tall male bodyguards, their bulging muscles were thicker than Matt's thighs.Especially the strong black-haired man, Matt had no doubt that he could kill a Tyrador pilot whale with a single punch.

Matt's gaze stayed on the pink-haired girl for a moment, and he looked away when he saw the girl blinking at him.The age of the opponent should be older than him, and he should be taller.

"Do you know how to get to the headquarters of the Knights of Tyrador?" the man asked.

"Yes, sir," Matt replied immediately.

"I can take you to the headquarters of the Knights. It's not far from here, in fact, it's in the direction you came from. I'm just passing there," he said.

"I think you must have missed it. Tyrador IX is different from other planets. The positioning system here may lead your car or spaceship into the trench instead of a knight's castle."

It is not a wise choice to follow strangers or go with a company at night in New Canaan. Although this is not like the lower city of the main city of Tarsonis, shootings happen every moment, but the Tyrann Federation Territory There is no absolute safety in the world.Even if you travel at night, try to avoid the chaotic slums.

Fortunately, this is the core urban area of ​​New Canaan. Although the Tyrador Knights often fight back and forth with the pirates of this galaxy, the security work is still quite good.Matt wasn't worried that the other party would tie him up and sell him to human traffickers—any child, boy or girl, should be wary of the pervasive criminals.

"Really? It seems that I'm lost." The man turned around, showing annoyed expression: "I think I did miss it, because the navigation system of my personal terminal keeps reporting errors."

"Then it's hard work for you to lead the way with us." He turned his head and said to the followers behind him, "It seems that we have to go back again."

"It's just a little effort." Matt followed, avoiding the man's vicious guards and the girls who were obviously curious about him.

"What's your name?" On the way, the man asked him.

"Matt Horner, my grandfather came from a faraway, desolate colonial world," Matt replied.

"I am Augustus Anthony Nicholas of Keha," Augustus said to him.

"I am a merchant, and I have come to Telador to import some new goods."

"Are you from Keha?" Matt was taken aback.

"But I remember that Keha has been killed by Mr. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up that sad incident. My parents, my classmates, and many Tyrador people couldn't believe it was true. Few were colonized from Korhal IV generations ago."

"What a disaster—" he said.

"Yes." Augustus said sadly: "Many people died. Korhal used to be one of the most prosperous colonies in the Tyrann Federation. Its economy, technology, humanities and arts had all developed to a golden age, so it was useless originally. Before long, the federal government of Tarsonis will no longer be able to plunder the assets of the Kehal at will."

"After the destruction of Keha, I have been traveling in the Koprulu star region, looking for the tribesmen in the lost places, and dreaming of rebuilding Keha one day."

"I can feel your sadness and sympathy. You are very kind, Matt." Augustus said: "It is also a choice of fate to see a child like you on Tyrador IX. It is a kind of fate."

"God has not abandoned those who honor him most."

"Yes, sir," Matt said, blushing.

What Matt didn't know was that as early as two years ago, several agents under Augustus had been ordered to find a man named Matt Horner on Tyrador IX.There are not many people with the name Matt on this planet, but the surname Horner mainly comes from New Trinidad, and it is a relatively rare surname in Telador.

By comparing identities, ages, and pretended contacts, Augustus's agents finally identified the second son of the Horner family in New Canaan as the person the Marshal of the Revolutionary Army asked them to look for.

The agents had already obtained Matt's daily activity route, and calculated that he would appear here at this time.

　ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)