Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 814: The Commander and the Silent One of the Sons of the Courtyard Fleet

The next morning, the simulated sunlight from the courtyard filled the entire area, casting shadows on the exquisite pointed arches and stained glass, rendering the complex into a warm and sacred picture.

For the students of the courtyard, this is the second day that they officially become the children of the courtyard.

Likewise, today was different for Silas Cephalon and Celeste Marion.

The message that the instructor, director of moral education in the student affairs office, and director of general affairs hoped to send clearly indicated that they were named by the principal and asked to meet him in person.

These two were also among the nine students who triggered Mr. Hope's ability and were personally recruited by her.

The two arrived at the principal's office almost at the same time.

The corridor at the entrance was quiet and solemn. The pointed arched dome appeared even taller under the soft light, as if silently watching the two young men standing there.

Silas Cephalon is a tall and gentle young man, over 1.80 meters tall, with a slender figure but not thin. The proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist give him a natural sense of elegance.

He had short flaxen hair that was soft and well-groomed. His eyes were light gold, revealing a quiet and delicate light, as if he was always thinking about something.

It is worth noting that there is a tiny crack on his forehead.

He was wearing the black courtyard uniform, with the buttons buttoned meticulously and the card slots on his belt not messy at all. He looked decent and neat.

His temperament is gentle and calm, with a smile on his face, like a lake blown by the breeze, which makes people feel relaxed unconsciously.

If the courtyard recruits students for the second term, then Silas would be the kind of senior that his juniors would admire. And if it were a school in the real world, then he would have a face that is particularly suitable for being the student president (the courtyard does not have a student union).

Standing in front of Silas was a tall but slightly thin woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with a cold and distant temperament.

Celeste Marion's face had soft lines, but her slightly pale skin added a touch of morbid beauty.

She has short silver hair that is slightly messy but neatly trimmed, and every strand of hair perfectly highlights her cool temperament.

Her eyes were a very light gray-blue, like the sky in a cold winter, cold and distant. It was difficult to see her emotional fluctuations through those eyes.

The same black uniform as Ziyuan Courtyard, but the cuffs and collar were slightly loose, as if deliberately avoiding tight restraint on the body, making her figure appear free and difficult to touch in the space.

The two of them stopped at the same time, about two meters away from the door.

Silas looked at the other person calmly, but at that moment he felt a strange sense of discomfort.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if some kind of energy flowing in the air suddenly stagnated.

The flow of EVE particles in his body seemed to be slightly delayed, as if being gently pulled by some invisible force.

He frowned slightly and subconsciously set his eyes on the silver-haired woman.

His "third eye" told him that this discomfort came from the silent classmate in front of him.

The existence of the other party itself carries a special kind of fluctuation. This fluctuation does not seem malicious, but it is difficult to ignore. It is like a potential threat or... unknown.

Marian seemed to be aware of Silas's gaze, but he did not react.

She stood straight, her hands hanging at her sides, like a statue ready to move at any time.

Her eyes were lowered, occasionally glancing at Silas, but she quickly retracted them without saying anything.

The atmosphere between the two was strange and quiet, like two strangers testing each other, or like two completely different magnets, one was a gentle attraction, the other was a strong repulsion.

The air in front of the door seemed to freeze for a moment, until Silas sighed softly and withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the young woman in front of him, smiled slightly, and said to her:

"Hello, my name is Silas Cephalon - majoring in Aether Engines in Courtyard Engineering, Rapid Strike Doctrine and Navigation in the Fleet Command Doctrine branch."

The silver-haired woman stood there quietly without any response.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Silas' forehead in an almost rude way, her gaze resting on the slightly protruding gap.

The look was of a cold inquiry, observing a rare specimen, so direct that it could even be said to be a little impolite.

Silas was not angered by the rude look. Instead, he seemed to be accustomed to it. He touched his forehead with his hand, and said in a calm tone with a hint of self-mockery:
"This is a benign gene mutation, similar to perissodactyly. However, due to this abnormality, I have also been classified as a pseudo-human..."

His voice was low, but with a hint of a frank smile.

"However, I am grateful to the principal and to Director Hope for their willingness to admit a student like me into the courtyard."

After the Son of the Three-Eyed Courtyard finished speaking, Marian did not respond immediately. Instead, she raised her hand slightly and pointed to her throat.

She didn't make any sound, but instead used her hands to perform a fluent and elegant sign language.

Her movements were neat and precise, and she seemed to be accustomed to communicating with people in this way.

After a moment, the think tank device on Silas' waist vibrated slightly, and then a translation was transmitted in his mind:
[Hello, my name is Celeste Marion, a person hated by the Aether - an outcast.]
Silas raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at Celeste again.

At this moment, there was a hint of seriousness and inquiry in his eyes.

He began to notice that there was a strange wave pervading her body, which was like an invisible barrier that prevented the flow of ether.

This feeling of rejection is subtle but real, making Marian's existence itself out of tune with the surrounding environment.

This trait makes her seem so... unsettling to normal humans.

The atmosphere between the two became subtle and complicated. One was the Son of the Three-Eyed Courtyard who was defined as a pseudo-human by genetic mutation, and the other was a natural alien who was rejected by the ether.

squeak-

At this moment, the door of the principal's office opened automatically.

They stood in front of the principal's office, their eyes met for a moment, then they nodded to each other, tacitly suppressing their complicated emotions in their hearts and moving forward.

The light from the office cast a long shadow for the two of them, and they walked in together.
*
In the principal's office in the courtyard.

As the principal, Xia Xiu did not wear his usual white robe, but changed back to the classic black formal suit that was his signature when he was in Terra.
At this moment, his black windbreaker and jacket were neatly hung on the hanger, his top hat was quietly placed aside, and his white cane was leaning against the desk.

Rather than being a simple office, this is more like a hub where power and planning converge. The interior decoration is simple yet elegant. The patterns on the walls carry a typical modern architectural aesthetic, while the bookshelves are neatly arranged with files and design drawings.

In addition to Xia Xiu, several key figures from the courtyard were also standing in the office.

——Vice Principal Turles was leaning to one side, holding a report in his hand, his fox-eared tail swaying slightly, his face looking tired but focused.

Intelligence network chief Zhou Yi was standing next to his desk, holding a report in his hand. It read: Intelligence Report: Illichide Empire.

The commander of the Royal Guards, Broly, stood quietly in a corner of the room. His huge figure was as reassuring as a wall.

The Mole and Dark Snake, who were members of the Administration's task force, were sitting on chairs nearby, reporting to the principal.

Mole's voice was low and steady. He stared at Xia Xiu and spoke at a steady pace:

"Most of the members of the Mole Science Society, the Authority's task force, have been relocated to the courtyard.

Most of the firepower resources and production lines were also dispatched from the real world to ensure that the basic operations of the courtyard would not be affected.

At the same time, the production line at the Administration is speeding up production to make up for this scheduling gap.”

He flipped through the report in his hand and continued:

"Among them, some members of the Science Society have received formal academic training and learning in Terra. Many of them have completed basic adaptation and can directly cooperate with Adam in teaching in the courtyard. This part of the force is expected to be fully engaged in teaching and production by the end of this month."

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and the mole continued to add:

"In addition, the ship design blueprint shared from the Celestial Knights has completed preliminary analysis, and the corresponding ship production line is currently being built in cooperation with MC&D Co., Ltd., Anderson Robotics, and Valraven.

The technical support provided by these three companies covers the manufacture of ship modules, the integration of weapon systems and subsequent maintenance.”

The mole paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at Xia Xiu. His tone was still steady, but with a hint of caution:
“Although we are still in the basic construction stage, the prototypes of the first batch of small ships are expected to be completed in the next deep cycle month, when we can conduct sea trials and commissioning.”

His description was clear and his speech was at a moderate pace, just to make it easier for Xia Xiu to grasp every key point quickly.

Xia Xiu gently turned the pen in his hand on his fingertips. His slender fingers reflected the soft light. His expression seemed nonchalant, but the concentration between his brows did not diminish in the slightest.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked with a thoughtful smile:

"Do the representatives of the three companies have any other comments? Or do they have other expectations?"

The Mole dropped his eyes, as if to consider his words, then raised his head and answered:
“They want you to remember the promise of technology-for-markets, especially the rewards of shared technology.

In addition, they also said that they are looking forward to the first conquest war performance of the courtyard, hoping that it can serve as a window to observe the future potential of this cooperation. "

Xia Xiu chuckled after hearing this, his tone was calm and confident:
"Tell them that heaven and the courtyard will never disappoint. This time, it will be a good start."

Although his voice was not loud, it had a power that could not be ignored. It was the absolute confidence that came from the sword-bearer of heaven.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiu turned his gaze towards the office door.

At this moment, the door slowly opened, and the three-eyed student Silas Cephalon and the silver-haired student Celeste Marian walked in.

The two men walked steadily, with a hint of confusion and nervousness in their expressions, but there was also an unconcealable expectation in their eyes.

"coming."

Xia Xiu retracted his gaze, and the smile on his face softened. He looked at Turles and Yi Zhou who were standing beside him, and said in a relaxed but meaningful tone: "I have found the talent you want for you."

Turles glanced indifferently at the two students who walked in, tapped the armrests of the chairs lightly with his slender fingers, and his fox ears twitched slightly, as if he was carefully observing their breath and reactions.

He did not rush to speak, but just nodded slightly, as calm and composed as always. In contrast, Zhou Yi, 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 a hawk, and when he swept over the two of them, he seemed to have some deep meaning, but he did not say much.

Silas Cephalon and Celeste Marian walked to the center of the office and faced Xia Xiu and several senior executives of the courtyard.

They stood tall and straight, moved cleanly and efficiently, raised both hands at the same time, and performed a standard military salute, with appropriate respect and confidence in their voices.

Silas spoke first, his voice clear but steady:
"Principal, I am Silas Cephalon, a student of the first term of the courtyard. I pay you my highest respects. It is an honor to be summoned by you. What can we contribute to the courtyard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Celeste began to sign in a slightly soft voice, and the think tank AI on her waist quickly translated her sign into a gentle voice:

[Principal, dear deans, my name is Celeste Marion——]
Xia Xiu smiled slightly and walked over to the two students.

His golden eyes seemed to carry some kind of irresistible power, but at this moment they revealed a kind of reassuring gentleness.

He first came in front of Silas and stretched out his right hand with his palm facing up.

Seeing this, Silas bowed slightly and respectfully shook the principal's hand with both of his hands.

His movements were very solemn, as if he was accepting an invisible but heavy responsibility.

"Are you used to being in the courtyard?" Xia Xiu asked softly.

Silas raised his head, his tone revealing a heartfelt gratitude:

"Principal, I am living a good life in the courtyard. Everyone here is very sincere. No one discriminates against me because of my eyes. Instead, I feel that my abilities can be truly recognized and utilized here."

When Xia Xiu heard this, the smile on his face deepened, and he nodded:
"That's fine, that's fine."

After saying that, Xia Xiu withdrew his hand and continued to say to the three-eyed student:

"I called you two here today because I have an important task for you—"

At this moment, the tone of the fourth sword-wielder in the Kingdom of Heaven became steady and solemn. His expression suddenly became more serious than ever before, and an indescribable power flashed in his golden eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, and with a palpitating sense of oppression in his voice, he spoke to his students:
"Silas Cephalon, are you willing to be the commander and navigator of the Courtyard's First Fleet?"