Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 1592 What kind of pizza do you want to eat?

Let Dailan take out the souvenirs and specialties given by the Tide King's Court from the magic storage ring and distribute them to everyone, and the observer also controls the floating battleship to continue the journey.

After the initial joy of reuniting with his companions, Alfredo displayed the qualities of a professional journalist and continued filming and recording.

For this lively and lovely Sardinian young reporter, since her reunion with the commander, almost every moment has been a big news.

"Um, are you the Iron Blood Resistance leader that the commander just introduced, Ms. Lume, the large aircraft carrier?"

"It's me. I feel honored to be mentioned by the commander."

"I'm Alfredo, a reporter from the Sardinian Empire Press Corps! I'd like to ask you a few questions, and I also hope that the new companions of the Iron Blood Resistance Army can introduce themselves on the show, is that okay? Is that okay~"

"Um... I'm not very good at dealing with the media, but we will try our best to cooperate."

Thinking of what the commander had just said about the need to be formal in this show, the one-eyed, white-haired, iron-blooded aircraft carrier queen forced an awkward smile on her face and agreed to Alfredo's request.

……

"That's right! I am Gang Yishawa, the storm priest of the Hurricane Goddess Church~ This little cutie is a dolphin, not an animal incarnation, the name of the ship is Dolphin!
"Harmony, Portsmouth Adventure, don't think I didn't see you trying to sneak away with Fantasy. Why are you so shy? Come with me and accept the interview with Minato!"

As a public figure of the Goddess Church in the city-state world, Gang Yishawa showed enthusiasm beyond the imagination of ordinary people when facing Alfredo's interview.

So much so that Lin Lan, looking at the sailing girl in white clothes and colorful hair, who was answering questions fluently and talking eloquently, and whose enthusiasm was almost stealing the limelight from Alfredo, the host, felt that the port area might have one more sailing ship idol in the future.

Not only him, but also the leader of the Hurricane Fleet, Royal Fortune, patted him on the shoulder and smiled at him smugly:
"Isn't it said that every faction in the port area needs a spokesperson? What do you think? Isn't this guy Gang Yishawa suitable?"

"Well, I didn't realize she had this talent..."

……

"Observers Observers..."

After finishing the interview recording with Fengfan’s new companions, Alfredo immediately took Nicolosso and Emanuel to find the former number one enemy of the port area - the Observer.

Looking at the Sardinian young reporter who seemed to have endless energy, Lin Lan's face was filled with a doting smile.

The program filmed and recorded by Alfredo and his colleagues can help his wives from various camps understand his experiences during this period and get to know the new companions who have joined the port area in the shortest time possible.

It is for this reason that he can fully understand why this silver-haired Sardinian young reporter is so passionate.

Once they return to the temporary port area of ​​Sardinia, Alfredo will definitely make unprecedented headlines in the port area.

"Hehe~ Once Alfredo's press release is sent out and the program is uploaded, Aoba and Gridley will definitely be jealous~"

Mogador, holding the specialty deep-sea fish balls in his hand, stood close to Alfredo, watching him busy, and sighed with emotion while laughing.

"Indeed, I can already imagine how mad Aoba and Gridley are... It's no use touching me randomly, I've been drained dry today."

Lin Lan nodded in agreement, and at the same time, somewhat helplessly, he grabbed the purple-haired judge girl's "dirty hands" that took the opportunity to touch his back and take them away.

By the time Alfredo finished his interview with the observer, almost two hours had passed since they set out from the sea sacrifice altar.

It was clearly four o'clock in the morning, but none of Lin Lan and the girls around him looked sleepy.

Even the Sardinian ship girls who always advocate a healthy lifestyle and the lazy Captain Vida are extremely energetic.

They...are finally going home with the Commander.

For the new companions who have never been to the port area, they all yearn to see what the Commander's port area will look like.

Of course, Lin Lan also saw the thoughts of the ship girls he brought back from other worlds, but he was very confident.

Not to mention how livable his home port was made by the various factions, it must have been rebuilt by now.

You know, they are about to arrive at the temporary port area of ​​the Sardinian Empire. As we all know, the Sardinian Empire camp may not be outstanding in terms of comprehensive camp strength, and even the number of ship girls is not much different from that of Donghuang.

But as the origin of the Renaissance on Blue Star, the Sardinian Empire is completely at the top level in art and aesthetics.

"Marco Polo."

"Hmm? What do you want from me, Commander?"

Hearing him calling him softly, Marco Polo walked up to him with light steps and looked at him with an expectant smile on his face.

"Is the bathhouse in your temporary port still open at this time?"

"Hey, Commander, this question is a bit hurtful."

The battleship lady with black silk stockings and blue hair snorted complacently at him, then proudly puffed out her chest and said:

“Who doesn’t know that our great Sardinian Empire Baths are always open 24 hours a day to the commander and his fellow port residents?
"Not just baths, but also theatres, cathedrals, restaurants, museums...

"As long as it is any entertainment venue you can think of, the Sardinian Empire has it all, and the door is always open to you and everyone else!"

Marco Polo's voice was so loud that all the girls in the pilothouse could hear it clearly.

Alfredo and several

"Wow... now that I think about it, we haven't had a comfortable bath in a long, long time."

Z52 said with shining eyes, and Duisburg patted the head of this iron-blooded companion lovingly:
"We all took a bath at Miss Golden Deer's residence last night. How could you have forgotten?"

"At that time, everyone was still worried about Miss Corporate Meta, and the mood was completely different from now."

Seeing Z52 scratching his head at the Golden Deer apologetically, Lin Lan also smiled and looked at the plain depression on the big screen that was still shrouded in night.

Just as he was about to ask the observer if he could try to access the communication channel of the Sardinia temporary port area first.

Royal Wealth's sudden interest in asking Marco Polo made him tremble all over.

"Marco Polo, I remember the tropical fruit pizza we had at the party last Halloween was delicious. If you're holding a party, you can prepare more."

"???"

As soon as the sailing girl with an expectant smile spoke out, she found that the entire navigation room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone, including Lin Lan, looked straight at her.

Except for the commander whose eyes were full of pity, the small profiteer Akashi, the ship girl Iris, and the members of the Iron-Blooded Resistance.

The emotion revealed in the eyes of the Sardinian ship girl was pure anger.

"Um, did I say something wrong?"

Royal Fortune instinctively realized that something bad had happened.

The little homegirl Z11 of the Iron Blood Resistance Army sighed heavily and shrugged at Royal Wealth.
“Even in the doomsday era, we, the Iron Blood Resistance Army, still remember the traditional custom of never mentioning ‘fruit pizza’ in the Sardinian Empire.

"You're done."

Before Royal Fortune could react, Marco Polo, who was closest to her, grabbed the sailing girl's face tightly.

Marco Polo narrowed his eyes, smiled and asked the sweaty Royal Wealth word by word:
"I seem to be a little hard of hearing just now. Royal Fortune, what kind of pizza did you say you wanted to eat at the Sardinian restaurant?"

(End of this chapter)