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

The next morning, the simulated sunlight of the courtyard filled the entire area, projected onto the exquisite pointed arches and stained glass, rendering the building complex into a warm and sacred picture.

For the students of the courtyard, this was the second day they officially became the sons of the courtyard.

Similarly, for Silas Cephalon and Celeste Marian, today was different.

The message sent by the instructor and the director of moral education of the student office and the director of general affairs, Hope, clearly stated 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 the ability of Mr. Hope and were personally recruited by her.

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

The corridor at the door was quiet and solemn, and the pointed arch dome looked even higher under the soft light, as if silently watching the two young people standing there.

Silas Cephalon was a tall and gentle young man. He was more than 1.8 meters tall, slender but not thin, and the proportion of broad shoulders and narrow waist gave people a natural sense of elegance.

He has short flaxen hair, with a soft sheen and carefully groomed. His eyes are light gold, revealing 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.

He is wearing the black uniform of the courtyard, with buttons fastened meticulously, and the card slot on the belt is not messy at all. The whole person looks decent and neat.

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

If the courtyard recruits students for the second period, then Silas is the kind of senior who is as gentle as spring breeze that the younger students admire, and if it is in the current school, then he is the kind of face that is particularly suitable for being the student president (the courtyard does not have a student union).

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

Celeste Marian's face has soft lines, but her slightly pale skin adds a bit of morbid beauty.

She had short silver-white hair that was slightly messy, but neatly trimmed, and every strand of hair just highlighted her cold temperament.

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

She was wearing the same black uniform as the courtyard, but the cuffs and collar were slightly loose, as if she deliberately avoided the tight restraint of her body, making her figure appear free and difficult to touch in the space.

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

Silas looked at each other calmly, but at this moment he felt a strange discomfort.

It was an indescribable perception, and a certain energy flowing in the air suddenly stagnated.

The flow of EVE particles in his body was vaguely delayed, as if it was gently pulled by some invisible force.

He frowned slightly and subconsciously set his sights 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 kind of fluctuation, which does not seem malicious, but is hard to ignore, like a potential threat or... unknown.

Marian seemed to have noticed Silas's sight, but he did not react.

She stood straight, with her hands hanging at her side, like a statue that could move at any time.

Her eyes were lowered, occasionally sweeping over Silas, but she quickly retracted them without saying much.

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 solidify for a moment, until Silas sighed softly and retracted his sight.

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

"Hello, my name is Silas Cephalon - majoring in ether engine science in courtyard engineering, rapid strike theory and navigation in the fleet command theory branch."

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

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

That kind of look was cold and inquisitive, observing a rare specimen, this kind of straightforwardness could even be said to be a bit rude.

Silas was not angered by this rude look, but seemed to be accustomed to it. He reached out and touched his forehead, and his tone was indifferent with a hint of self-mockery:

"This is a benign gene mutation, similar to perissodactyly. However, because of this aberration, I was also classified as a pseudo-human camp..."

His voice was low, but with a little frank smile.

"However, thank you to the principal and to Director Hope, they are willing to recruit students like me into the courtyard."

After the words of the son of the three-eyed courtyard were finished, Marian did not respond immediately, but raised her hand slightly and pointed to her throat.

She did not make any sound, but used her hands to make a smooth and elegant sign language.

Her movements were neat and precise, as if she had long been 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 Selest Marian, one who is hated by the ether. ]

Selas frowned slightly, looking up at Sellers again.

At this point, there was a trace of seriousness and inquiry in his eyes.

He began to notice that she was filled with a strange fluctuation, and the fluctuation was like an invisible barrier to prevent the flow of Ether.

This sense of rejection is weak but real, making the existence of Marian itself, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

This characteristic makes her look so ... disturbing.

The atmosphere between the two becomes delicate and complicated. One is the son of a three -eye courtyard defined as a pseudo -people by genetic mutations, and the other is a natural leisure of being rejected by the ether.

Squeak ——

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

They stood in front of the principal's office, and after a moment of gaze, they nodded each other, and tacitly pressed those complex emotions in their hearts, striding forward.

The light in the office pulled a long shadow for the two, and they walked in.

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The courtyard principal's office.

As the principal, Xia Xiu did not wear his usual white robe, but replaced the iconic black classic dress in Tyra

At this moment, his black trench coat and coat hung neatly on the hanger, the hat hat was quietly put aside, and the white cane leaned against the desk.

Here is not so much a simple office. It is better to say that it is more like a center of power and planning. The interior decoration is simple but not losing the air. Neat files and design drawings.

In addition to Xia Xiu, several core figures in the courtyard standing in the office

——The Vice President Turs is leaning on one side and holding a report in his hand. The tail of the fox ear shakes slightly, his face is tired but focused.

Intelligence net spy stood at the desk on the first week. His hand also held a report, which reads- "Intelligence Report: Illihid Empire"

The commander of the guards stood quietly in the corner of the room, and his huge figure was as peaceful as a wall.

As the mouse and dark snakes of the Special Squad of the Authority, they were sitting on the chair aside and reporting to the principal.

The sound of the mouse was low and stable. He stared at Xia Xiu with his eyes and said steadily:

"Most of the members of the Administration's Special Team -Mouse Science Society have shifted to the courtyard.

Fire resources and production lines have also scheduled most of them from the present life to ensure that the basic operation of the courtyard will not be affected.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

At the same time, the production line of the Authority is accelerating the reproduction to make up for the scheduling vacancies. "

He turned over the report in his hand and continued:

"Among them, some members of the scientific society have experienced the training and learning of orthodox academics in Tyra. Many of them have completed basic adaptation and can directly cooperate with Adam for teaching work in the courtyard. Fully invest in teaching and production ".

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, revealing a little recognition in his eyes, and the mouse continued to add:

"In addition, the blueprint of the ship design shared from the Cavaliers of the Kingdom of Heaven has completed preliminary analysis. It is currently working with MC & D Co., Ltd., Anderson Robotics and Vallawin.

The technical support provided by these three companies covers the manufacturing of the ship module, the integration of weapon systems, and subsequent maintenance of the weapon system. "

The sound of the rats paused slightly, raised his head to look at Xia Xiu, his tone was still stable, but with a trace of caution:

"Although it is only the basic construction stage, the prototype of the first small ship is expected to be completed in the next depth cycle month. At that time, we can conduct trials and debugging."

His descriptions are clear and moderate, and the speed of speech is exactly to facilitate Xia Xiu to quickly grasp every key point.

Xia Xiu turned the pen in his fingertips gently, and his slender fingers reflected the soft light. The expression seemed to be careless, but the focus between the eyebrows continued.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and asked with a little thoughtful smile:

"Does the representatives of the three companies have any opinions? Or, do they have other expectations?"

The mouse down his eyes, as if considering the wording, and then looked up:

"They want you not to forget the previous promise of technology to change the market, especially the returns brought by shared technology.

In addition, they also said that they are looking forward to the performance of the first war in the courtyard, hoping to be a window to observe the future potential of this cooperation. "

After listening, Xia Xiu laughed, and the tone was calm and determined:

"Tell them that the kingdom of heaven and the courtyard will never be disappointed. This time, it will be a good start."

Although his voice is not loud, there is a power that cannot be ignored, which is an absolute self -confidence from the swordsman of the kingdom of heaven.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Xiu's eyes turned to the door of the office.

At this moment, the door opened slowly, and the three -eyed student Sailas Sahalon and the silver -haired student Sellest Marian walked in.

The two were steady, and their expressions were slightly doubtful and nervous, but their eyes also had an irritable expectation.

"Come."

Xia Xiu retracted his eyes, and the smile on his face was softer. He looked at Turz and a week standing on the side, saying in a relaxed but meaningful tone: "The talent you want, I will give you it to you. It's ".

Turs gently swept the two students who came in, and the slender fingers gently buckled the armrests of the chair. The fox ears trembled slightly, as if observing their breath and response carefully.

He was not in a hurry to speak, but nodded slightly, calm and calm as ever. In contrast, the week of standing next to him was leaning on the corner of the table, with a touch of smile on his face, his eyes were as sharp as eagle. I didn't say anything.

Sellas Sahalon and Cyruster Marian walked to the center of the office, facing the senior management of Xia Xiu and several courtyards.

They are upright, their movements are neat, and their hands are raised at the same time, and they have a standard marching ceremony with proper respect and confidence in their voices.

Sellas took the lead in opening, the voice was clear but not stable:

"Principal, I am the courtyard Ichi student Sairaz Sahalong, and I will give you the most lofty respect. I am honored to be summoned by you. What can we contribute to the courtyard?"

As soon as his words fell, Sylesta immediately scratched sign language with a slightly low voice. At the same time, the think tank AI in her waist quickly translated her sign language into a mild voice:

[Principal, the director of the love, I am Sellest Marian-]

Xia Xiu smiled slightly and walked to the two students.

His pair of golden pupils seemed to have some irresistible power, but at this moment, it showed a kind of peace of mind.

He first came to Selas, stretched out his right hand, and his palm was up.

Seeing this, Celas bent down slightly, holding the principal's hand respectfully with both hands.

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

"Are you still used to it in the courtyard?" Xia Xiu's tone asked softly.

Selas raised her head, and she was grateful in her heart:

"Principal, I have lived well in the courtyard. Everyone here is very sincere. No one will discriminate against me because of my eyes. Instead, I feel that my ability can be truly recognized and played here."

When Xia Xiu heard this, the smile in the corner of his mouth was deeper, and he nodded:

"That's good, that's fine."

After that, Xia Xiu took back his hand, and then said to the three -eyed student:

"I call you two today, it is an important task to give you-"

At this moment, the fourth swordsman in heaven became calm and solemn, and his expression became unprecedentedly serious in an instant. The golden pupils flashed with an unspeakable power.

He leaned forward slightly, with a sense of heartwriting in his voice, saying to his students:

"Selas Sahalong, are you willing to be the commander and leader of the first fleet of the courtyard?"