The skyscraper temporarily used as the temporary headquarters of the 33rd Ground Assault Division was originally owned by the UNN Global News Network. About a thousand people once worked in this sky-high building. Now it is deserted and silent like a ghost town.
The elevator in the UNN branch building had long stopped running, and Augustus and Warfield could only take the stairs to the 42nd floor. This made Augustus begin to wonder if his brother had some evil taste.
After climbing the stairs diligently, Augustus finally arrived at the top floor. Judging from the sign that had not been erased, this floor was the office of the editor-in-chief of the local station. The guard at the top of the stairs checked Augustus and others.
The person's ID information card will be released only after the retina scan is completed.
There are no guards guarding the door of the division commander's office, and there is an oil painting of a lion hanging on the door. Arcturus has always been fond of this kind of earthly creature that only exists in literature and film and television works, and has always been eager to defeat this creature one day.
A mighty beast.
After carefully checking that his uniform was neat and smooth, Warfield knocked solemnly on the door.
"Come in." Arcturus's voice is very similar to Augustus's. Most of the time, it has an indescribable magnetism, is gentle and calm, and can make people feel close to him in an instant.
"Aren't you going in?" Augustus looked at Warfield who gave way.
"This is a private conversation between you," Warfield said seriously.
"...Okay." Augustus said to himself, since you are not going to see Arcturus, why bother to smooth out all the wrinkles on your uniform meticulously.
When Augustus pushed the door open, his brother Arcturus Mengsk was facing away from him, standing in front of a huge glass window looking at the Pride of Pork in the darkness. Arcturus
Wearing a dark brown school officer coat, the shoulders of the coat are covered with tasseled copper epaulettes.
Although it is a temporary building, the furnishings in the office can still tell people at a glance that this is the residence of a nobleman. Arcturus's desk is made of expensive Joe Sara sun wood, and the original wood texture is retained on the desktop.
With only a layer of anti-corrosive and dehumidifying varnish, countless small sun textures several feet tall are scattered in clusters, making it extremely beautiful.
There were piles of documents and books on the table. Augustus noticed the only wooden framed photo on the table. It was Arcturus when he was twenty, with himself, his sister Dorothy and
Mother's photo.
Augustus didn't even recognize himself in the photo for a moment, because standing between his mother and brother were two little girls who looked very similar, with silver twin tails and white dresses.
Augustus contemplated destroying the picture one day...
The tile floor on the ground is covered with a carpet, and the star map of the Terran Federation's territory in the Koprulu star area is embroidered with gold thread on the carpet.
Next to the desk are two wine cabinets with genetic locks, which are filled with wine, whiskey and ale produced by the Federation from the core planet, the Dominion to the edge planet. This is obviously due to the Mengsk family's consistent preference for alcoholic drinks.
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The wall opposite the office chair is covered with wild beast heads and shotguns, and on another wall hangs a single oil painting of the portrait of Augustus's mother, Catherine Mengsk.
This is a painting of Catherine by an artist in the 25th century using the art style of the Middle Ages Renaissance. The artist seems to have referred to the paintings of the Virgin Mary, portraying Catherine in a red evening gown as extremely sacred and radiant.
"Augustus, my brother. Come here, let me see you." Hearing the sound of opening the door, Arcturus immediately turned around. The lines were like knives and axes, and his face was carefully carved by a Greek sculptor.
Full of smiles from the heart.
Augustus felt that his brother's smile was unadulterated. Although Arcturus himself never admitted this, the habits and behavior developed by his father as a politician have repeatedly influenced him. People always
It is said that politicians have a thousand different masks, and this is true for Arcturus.
So Augustus relaxed his tense shoulders and walked towards Arcturus with a defenseless look - just like in the past in his memory.
"I heard that you defeated a group of Kaimorian shock cavalry on the first day you graduated from the boot camp." Arcturus was taller than Augustus, and he was in the same position as Augustus, who was only in his early eighteen years.
Compared to Stuart, the twenty-eight-year-old's shoulders were broader. Colonel Arcturus was a man as solid as steel, with a straight back. When he looked at other people calmly, he had a calm sense of self.
The pressure of power.
"Haha, guess what I said to the staff officer who reported this to me? I said the Mengsk family should be like this!" As he spoke, Arcturus patted Augustus hard.
Looking over his shoulder, he looked with satisfaction at Augustus standing still like an iron tower in the wind.
"My luck is always very good." Augustus also smiled and said: "The group of Kemorians just happened to break into our resting place."
"Then I have to admit, you are really lucky." Arcturus's cold gray eyes were very bright, as if they were shining with light. Since joining the army, he has not returned to Korhal for seven or eight years.
than my own family. Even if there is, it is only a short video call across the galaxy, and the picture signal is always very unstable.
On rare occasions, the two-year supply fleet that plyes Char, Sigmar, and Tarsonis delivers supplies to the fringe systems, handing the soldiers letters from home, recent family photos, and quarantine photos.
A hometown specialty. Arcturus' father Angus never wrote to him. Only Catherine and his younger siblings always sent things and wrote letters to the eldest son of the family.
When he was young, Augustus regarded his brother who was a soldier as an idol. He respected and loved his brother who was a hero in his heart.
Although he became more and more rebellious as he grew up, he would still send his brother some specialties from his hometown year after year, such as the cold weapons forged by the Stillling Master Craftsmen Association for the nobles and rich and the Korhal IV subcontinent.
King No. 7 whiskey produced in the central city of Pasha. Augustus always asked Arcturus about his military life in his emails, dreaming of exciting adventures and glorious legends.
Arcturus's most recent impression of his younger brother was that of Augustus when he was fourteen.
At that time, Augustus had the image of a rebellious young man with long hair, a ponytail, and pierced ears and tattoos.
In the end, Angus personally dragged Augustus to the best laser plastic surgery shop in Stillling to repair his ear piercings and remove his tattoos. Currently, the most advanced laser plastic surgery technology can perform plastic surgery non-invasively and without sequelae, so others cannot see it at all.
There were no traces left on Augustus' ears.
In the end, only Augustus' hair survived, but he soon cut it off on his own because some people thought he was a girl.
Arcturus is very happy that Augustus has lost the impetuousness of his youth and has become calm and self-possessed. Originally, he was worried about his younger brother.
"How is mom?" Arcturus pulled up two chairs and sat down with Augustus, chatting with him about family matters naturally.
"Mom is very good." Augustus said: "After Dorothy turned sixteen, her mother took the lead in establishing more than a dozen charitable foundations and orphanages in Stillling. Her mother was admired in Keha, and she worked hard every day.
We are all very busy, but also very fulfilling.”
"Where's Dorothy? She doesn't write to me anymore." Arcturus nodded, but then said sadly.
"Her schedule at the academy is always very full. In addition to taking classes, she also has to learn etiquette, dance and court swordsmanship." Augustus said: "Dorothy is a grown up girl, and she is now as beautiful and charming as her mother.
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"Yes, Dorothy has grown up..." Arcturus paused and said.
When Arcturus was still in school at Korhal, Dorothy and Augustus were still little children sitting on his lap and playing around.