Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 716 07.715: "General "Glocks Bull""

Baron Bayard took a deep breath, forced an awkward smile at the corner of his mouth, and responded to Horatio's question.

"I come from the Władysław family, a family that was once filled with glory and honor."

The Baron led the way, and Horatio noticed that when he mentioned his life experience, the Baron's expression was particularly solemn, especially the word "once".

"However, glory will eventually be buried deep in the dust of history. Only guilt will continue to sharpen and spur us on, so that we will not forget our original intention of serving the Divine Emperor."

“It sounds like there’s a story behind it.”

"When I am sober, I don't want to reveal my scars. If you want to know, my Lord, you can compete with me to see who gets drunk first."

Horatio smiled.

As officers of the Imperial Navy, they usually drink alcohol as if it were water. For them, drinking competitions that others talk about are as easy as competing to see who can drink water faster.

Originally, he had not planned to drink today. After all, he came here with a mission.

He attended the banquet because he was tasked with representing the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet and developing in-depth cooperation with the Freeblade.

However, since his master had spoken, Horatio did not refuse.

Who knows, maybe alcohol can help him achieve his goal faster.

"I have a story, and you have a story, Blood of Spyr. I am exchanging stories with you."

The baron snorted and smiled, "Alcohol is the bridge for us to exchange information. During my years of fighting in the starry sea, I have heard rumors about you more than once, but this is the first time I have met you."

"With pleasure, Baron, I hope that tonight's drinking will allow us to become close friends. But who else have you heard mention of me?"

"A name that is familiar to you."

"uh-huh?"

"Duke Arthur Wellesley. Member of the British royal family and current commander of the British Astra Militarum."

"Sir Wellesley?" Horatio raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He finally got out of the quagmire of the Far Star expedition?"

"After Far, he served at the Battle of Mysore, and I fought beside him. He is now a major-general in the Imperial Army, commanding a considerable force.

During the battle, he mentioned you to me and was impressed by you and praised you highly. It was because of his description, coupled with the overwhelming propaganda of the Ministry of the Interior, that I gradually got to know the legendary Speyer bloodline. "

"He was finally promoted to major general? This is really good news. When I left Farr, he had just been dismissed from his position as brigadier general of the Imperial Guard by a military court. I still remember that time vividly. It was Sir Wellesley who gave me my first in-depth understanding of the system of my colleagues in the Astra Militarum."

The two men talked all the way, and Horatio followed the Baron into the spacious banquet hall.

On the high platform at the northern end of the banquet hall, there are two thrones, which are the exclusive seats for the Baron and Baroness.

Below the throne, there is a "∏"-shaped layout.

The side facing away from the throne, which is the most honorable position, is where the barons, baronesses and distinguished guests sit.

On both sides are seats for the VIPs' entourage.

Horatio was led by his attendant to sit on the left side, which was a gilded throne armchair on the left side of the Duchess.

The waitress brought a glass of high-quality fruit wine as a pre-dinner drink while chatting before dinner.

"His path to the rank of major general was not smooth, and could even be considered quite bumpy. The Duke of Wellesley was nearly captured on the Mysore front, and two of his fingers were broken by bullets, which he had to replace with a piece of ceramic steel ribs. So now he has a nickname, the 'Iron Duke'.

Well, it seems that I don’t envy him at all for becoming a duke. Although this is the inevitable fate of an officer of the Astra Militarum, at least I have been commanding the Imperial Knights for many years without any missing limbs. "

"If I have the opportunity to pass through Britain in the future, I will definitely go to comfort Sir Wellesley. If it's convenient, perhaps we can go together."

In the middle of the conversation, a sword-bearing attendant hurriedly ran in from outside the banquet hall, approached the baron, and reported a few words in a low voice.

"Well, Your Excellency, please excuse me for a moment. It seems that your colleagues from the Baka Fleet have arrived."

Horatio also stood up upon hearing this, and as he put on his hat he said, "It's not appropriate to have the Vice Admiral rush to meet the Captain and so on."

Horatio and the Baron quickened their pace and hurried downstairs.

Horatio couldn't help feeling a little nervous, as it was not his first time meeting a vice admiral. His father-in-law was a vice admiral.

However, this was the first time he had met the Vice Admiral who was about to be promoted to Admiral of the Solar Fleet.

When facing central government officials with a bright future, one needs to be particularly careful about what to say and what not to say.

After all, everything he said is likely to have an impact on the Gothic Fleet, which is a local garrison fleet, and even affect whether certain things can be carried out smoothly.

Before reaching the gate of the Knight's Castle, Horatio heard the melodious singing of the battle sisters and the passionate and loud chanting of the priest, accompanied by the ringing of bells.

Outside the castle, there was smoke everywhere. The sacred incense wafting from the copper incense burner slowly fell to the ground. The rich sandalwood scent dispelled the faint stench in the air, making people feel soothed and at ease.

"Lieutenant General Malan was a devout believer in the state religion. His flagship, the Hammer, was home to many fanatical priests, missionaries and confessors."

"Then it seems that our banquets will have to be further simplified." Sir Bayard shrugged, "This is also the reason why I don't like to go on expeditions with the clergy of the State Church. These orders that emphasize simplicity cannot really meet my living needs."

Horatio saw the man walking in front. He was tall and muscular, with a domineering void blue naval admiral's cloak draped over his broad shoulders. Underneath, he wore the Imperial Navy's iconic sleeveless blue vest and white cold-proof shirt.

"Captain Horatio Cochrane, salutations to you, sir." Horatio solemnly took off his hat and saluted with the Sky Eagle.

"Hero of the Second Damocles Gulf, I didn't expect that we would meet in this remote place." The man was tall, nearly two meters tall, with a deep and powerful voice, like the sound of a huge bell.

There was a long battle scar on his face, and the furrows on his face made him look like a man in his 50s or 60s. However, considering the use of rejuvenation surgery in the Empire, Horatio had difficulty judging the officer's true age.

In the past, this officer would have been able to look down on Horatio from a high position.

But now...

Horatio, who is 2 meters tall, makes the majestic "Glocks Bull" look a little short, and his momentum is suppressed a little.

Horatio sighed inwardly, he really didn't want to be so conspicuous, but things had come to this point, he could only let things take their course.

"I didn't expect that the famous Lord Malan would personally lead his elite troops to this battlefield. It is said that you are extremely brave and can be regarded as a role model of the imperial sea. I am deeply honored to meet the general!" He lowered his body slightly to artificially highlight the aura of the general.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, the banquet hall has been set up. We can start..."

"I am fasting and have already had my meal on board. I will not stay long this time. I want to talk to Colonel Cochrane about something."

[You came all the way to see me?] Horatio thought quickly in his mind, what kind of issues this powerful man was interested in.

Obviously, facing the inquiries from his superiors, as the representative of the Gothic Fleet, he had to organize his words in advance and be responsible for every subsequent sentence.

(End of this chapter)