Chapter 788

The war was over, probably, but Eric didn't feel relaxed.

Standing on the spire of chaodu, a place that once symbolized power, he fell deeply into the memory of the past——

"Are you..."

In the cold corridor, the young voice was full of doubts, and then there was a silence.

"What are you doing?"

A big boy was kneeling on the corridor. Under his knee was a ceramic tile on the drain.

After hearing the sound, the big boy looked up and saw a smaller child standing next to him, looking down at him curiously.

He didn't know him. Although the child was wearing a simple black twill Zhongsi college uniform like him, he thought it was a new child.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

The big boy asked succinctly:

"What do you think I look like?"

The little boy was silent for a while. He was thin and tall, about 12 years old.

Somehow, the big boy on the ground felt that there were some terrible and frightening things hidden in the boy's eyes.

"It seems that you are only using a brush to brush the tiles on this corridor."

"Haha, should I praise your attention?"

The big boy smiled with no sense of humor. His dirty hand picked up the brush to show the child. It was a tool made of soft fur, which was originally used to brush buttons and belts on his uniform.

"I think you can still find the answer by yourself."

Then he took a small brush and dipped it in the bitter cold water in the bowl around him, and began to brush the ground again.

"If you don't mind, I'll wipe the other three sides of the yard."

The younger boy was silent for several minutes, but he still didn't go.

The one who was rubbing the ceramic tile could feel a stabbing pain in the back of his neck.

"What else do you want to ask?"

The child nodded.

"My name is Sebastian Eric."

"Well, introduce yourself. My name is Lucas van der."

"Lucas, why are you doing this?"

Lucas threw the brush into the bowl, knelt aside and rubbed his numb hand.

"I was too reckless. I ran to the weapons training ground to shoot targets with live ammunition. As a result, I broke three targets. The Deputy tutor was very unhappy."

"So is this punishment?"

"Yes, this is punishment."

"That's quite unlucky."

Said the self proclaimed Eric thoughtfully.

"It's really unlucky. Wouldn't you ask something good when you met this rotten thing and you rotten man?"

Eric went to the open corner of the cloister and looked out.

The cloister of this ancient missionary college is paved with mosaic tiles of imperial double headed eagles. The air is filled with the smell of rain. The cold wind is blowing down from the stone colonnade. The drains and drip nozzles on the building have almost disappeared under the erosion of thousands of years.

Outside the college territory, Ignatius, the capital of the bishop world, stands. The church palace overlooks the western horizon. Its massive tower is up to two kilometers high and straight into the sky.

It's really a cold place here.

Eric arrived here on a transport ship from a frigate. As soon as he got off the transport plane, he felt the cold local climate.

The imperial church manages a star area in the galaxy according to the iron law of the national church. He was told early that it was a great honor to be admitted to Zhongsi college.

He was taught by his father to love the emperor, and the emperor would give back to him, but when he was young, he didn't feel that the Emperor gave him any compensation.

After watching for a while, even if he turned his back, Eric could feel the old and strong boy still cleaning the floor staring at him.

"Do you have any questions now?"

Eric asked with his back to him.

The punished boy immediately replied:

"There are some common problems. Do you know how they died?"

"Who?"

"Your parents, they must have died. If they didn't die with honor, you wouldn't be in this orphanage."

"This is Chung Si college, not an orphanage."

"Whatever you want, this empty building is a monk's college. The parents of those sent here to study are servants who devote their lives to the emperor."

Eric looked back at each other and said:

"My mother died when I was born. My father was a colonel of the Imperial Guard. He died in a war against the green skin last year."

Instead of wiping the floor, the big boy stood up and walked to Eric.

"Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"The heroic feats of imperial soldiers, but they are common in the Empire."

Eric turned his head and stared at him.

The big boy was a little afraid of each other's deep eyes.

"Lucas, why are you so interested? How did your parents die?"

Lucas stepped back and said with pride:

"My father was a noble general. He killed thousands of demons in amegiddoton and finally died. You must have heard of the glorious victory, didn't you?"

"I see."

Neither of the two boys spoke any more. They were silent for a long time. They stared at the stone double headed eagle sculpture passing obliquely outside.

"Oh, are we friends now?"

The older child held out his hand. Eric hesitated for a moment and shook his hand.

"Yes, but maybe you have to work now..."

"Lucas! Are you fishing?"

A voice suddenly rang through the corridor. Lucas immediately knelt on the ground, took out the brush from the bowl and brushed it desperately.

A tall figure in a robe came slowly to them. He stopped beside Lucas and looked down at him.

"You should wipe every centimeter, every tile and every gap on the ground."

"Yes, assistant tutor."

Academic

The associate tutor turned and looked at Eric.

"You are the preparatory student Sebastian Eric."

There is no element of questioning in the other party's tone.

"Come with me, boy."

Eric followed his tall mentor and walked on the tiles.

He looked back for a moment. Lucas was raising his head, cutting his throat with his hand, sticking out his tongue and coughing.

Eric smiled for the first time this year.

The hall of the tutor is a cylindrical room full of books. Countless bookshelves are stacked around each other, just like a mini nest.

The shelves are filled with ancient books and data boards, and a strange spiral track rises from the ground to the top. Eric is curious about what this brass gear structure machine does.

He stood in the center of the room for four minutes until the big tutor arrived.

The master was a strong man in his fifties - if he hadn't lost his legs, left arm and half his face.

He sits in a brass wheelchair with a suspended position under the wheelchair, powered by three force field generators fixed inside the wheelchair.

Seeing Eric, his crippled body turned slowly.

"Are you Sebastian Eric?"

His voice was hoarse, like an electronic synthesis.

"Yes, great mentor."

Eric recalled his uncle's instructions and answered.

"You're lucky, boy."

The great teacher's strengthened vocal cords sent out a hoarse voice.

"The loyalty College of Ignatius doesn't accept everyone."

"I know it's my honor. The great tutors told me this when they planned to enroll me."

Then the master looked at a data board in the suspended position and input something on the data board with a whistling artificial bone arm.