The war was over, probably, but Yarik didn't feel relaxed.
Standing above the spire of the nest capital, this place that once symbolized power, he was deeply trapped in the memories of the past-
"You are……"
In the cold corridor, the tender voice was full of doubt, and then there was a moment of silence.
"What are you doing?"
A big boy was kneeling in the corridor, underneath his knee was a ceramic tile located on the drain.
After hearing the sound, the older boy looked up and saw a slightly smaller child standing next to him, looking at him curiously with his head down.
He didn't know him, and although the child was wearing the simple black tilted woven Takashi Academy uniform like him, he thought this was a new child.
"Then what do you think I'm doing?"
The big boy asked in a simple way:
"What do you think I'm doing?"
The little boy was silent for a while. He was thin and tall, about 12 years old.
For some reason, the big boy on the ground felt that there was something terrifyingly old and terrifying in the boy's eyes.
"It seems that you only use a brush to brush the tiles on this corridor."
"Haha, should I praise your attention?"
The big boy smiled without any sense of humor. His dirty hands picked up the brush for the child. It was a tool made of soft hair that was originally used to brush buttons and straps on the uniform.
"I think you can still find the answer yourself."
Then he took a small brush and dipped it in the biting cold water in the bowl beside him and started brushing the floor 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 leave.
The person who was rubbing the tiles could feel a stinging gaze on the back of his neck.
"What else do you want to ask?"
The child nodded.
"My name is Sebastian Yarik."
"It's great, self-introduction relieves my name, my name is Lucas Vander."
"Lucas, why do you do this?"
Lucas threw the brush into the bowl, knelt on one side, and rubbed his numb hands.
"I was too reckless and ran to the weapon training ground to shoot targets with live ammunition. As a result, I broke three targets. The deputy tutor was very unhappy."
"So is this a punishment?"
"Yes, that's the punishment."
"That's really unlucky."
The self-proclaimed Arrek said thoughtfully.
"It's really unlucky. If you encounter such a bad thing and you are a bad person, won't you ask some good questions?"
Arrek went to a corner of the open corridor and looked out.
The corridor in this ancient missionary academy is paved with mosaic tiles of the Imperial Double Eagle, and the air is filled with the breath of rain. The cold wind blows down from the stone colonnades. The drains and drip nozzles on the buildings have almost disappeared under thousands of years of erosion.
Outside the college territory, Ignatius, the capital of the bishop world, stands. The National Palace overlooks the western horizon, and its thick towers reaching two kilometers in height, reaching the sky.
It's indeed a very cold place.
Arrick arrived here on a transport ship from a frigate. As soon as he got off the transport plane, he felt the local climate was biting cold.
The Imperial National Church manages a star area in the Milky Way with the iron laws of the state religion. He was told very early that it was a very honorable thing to be admitted to Zhongsi Academy.
He was taught by his father to love the Emperor, and the Emperor would give him back, but when he was young, he did not feel any compensation the Emperor gave him.
After looking for a while, even after turning his back, Arik could still feel the elderly and strong boy who was still rubbing the floor staring at him.
"Do you have any problems now?"
Arik 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 were not glorious to die, then you would not be in this orphanage."
"This is Zhongsi Academy, not an orphanage."
"Will you do, this empty building is a monk's academy, and the parents of those sent to study here are servants who dedicated their lives to the Emperor of God."
Yarik turned around, looked at the other person and said:
"My mother died when I was born, and my father was a colonel from the Imperial Guard, who died in a war against Greenskin last year."
The older boy stopped wiping the floor, but stood up and walked to Arik.
"interesting."
"interesting?"
"The heroic feat of the Imperial soldiers, but it is common in the Imperial."
Arrek turned his head and stared at him.
The big boy felt a little afraid of the other person's deep eyes.
"Lucas, why are you so interested? How did your parents die?"
Lucas took a step back and said with pride:
"My father is a noble general. He killed thousands of demons in Amydodon and eventually died in battle. You must have heard of that glorious victory, didn't you?"
"I see."
None of the two boys spoke anymore and remained silent for a while. They stared at the stone double-headed eagle sculpture that swept across the outside.
"Oh, then are we friends now?"
The older child reached out and Arric hesitated for a moment and shook his hand.
"That's right, but maybe you have to work now..."
"Lucas! Are you sucking fish?"
A voice suddenly rang through the corridor, and Lucas immediately knelt on the ground, took out a brush from the bowl, and started brushing desperately.
A tall figure in a robe slowly walked to them, and he stopped beside Lucas and looked down at him.
"You have to wipe every centimeter, every piece of ceramic tiles, and every gap on the ground."
"As for orders, deputy mentor."
The college's
The deputy instructor turned around and looked at Arrek.
"You are Sebastian Yarik, a preparation student."
There is no element of asking questions in the other party's tone.
"Come with me, kid."
Arrek followed the tall tutor and strolled on the tiles.
He looked back for a while, and Lucas was raising his head, making a throat-cutting gesture with his hands, sticking out his tongue, and coughing.
Yarik smiled, this was his first time this year.
The instructor's hall is a cylindrical room full of books, with countless bookshelves stacked around each other, just like a mini nest.
The shelves are filled with ancient classics and data boards, and a peculiar spiral track surrounding it rises from the ground to the top, and Arrek is curious about what the machinery of this brass gear structure does.
He stood in the center of the room for four minutes until the arrival of the great mentor.
The Grand Tutor is a strong fifty-something man-if he hadn't lost both legs, left arm and half of his face.
He sat in a brass wheelchair with a suspended stand beneath the wheelchair powered by three force field generators fixed inside the wheelchair.
Seeing Arek, his broken body slowly turned around.
"You're Sebastian Yarek?"
His voice was hoarse, like an electron synthesized.
“Yes, great mentor.”
Yarik responded to his uncle's teachings.
"You are so lucky, kid."
The strong vocal cords of the great instructor made a hoarse voice.
"Not everyone accepts the Zhongsi Academy in Ignatius."
"I understand it's my honor. The great tutors told me this when they were planning to enroll me."
The great mentor then looked at a data board in the floating position and entered something on the data board with his whirring artificial skeleton arms.