The time-based admiral of KanColle

Yes, as a mature planner of the Northern Union, she is not obsessed with beautiful clothes like some gorgeous ship women, but insists on her own style and implements practical efficiency.

Therefore, she, who was tired of inter-ship communication, had been staying in the Antarctic region to conduct research. If it were not for some problems such as research funding, she would not bother to come out to search for Bolzano and others.

After all, she didn't have much affection for those extravagant Sardinian ship girls, let alone friends.

However... because she was worried about the stock and industry shocks caused by the mysterious disappearance of the Sardinian ship girls, the commission fee given by the Sardinia Chamber of Commerce under Rome was too high, so she finally agreed even though she just wanted to immerse herself in research in Antarctica.

Thinking of this, Chkalov sighed and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. He said with deep emotion: "I didn't expect this commission to be so troublesome, but I have received the money after all, so I have to do my job well, don't you think?"

"Well, if you want to find Teikoku and the others, she has actually gone home now."

Facing Chkalov's pale golden eyes, Yaxu raised his hands to show his surrender and explained very straightforwardly: "You can ask her employees now."

"Really? It seems you came back with Roma and the others. If so, are Miss Vanguard and the others back as well?"

Following this meaningful question, Chkalov walked to Yaxu's side.

You should know that the moment she accepted the commission, she immediately tried to contact Pompey and the others through the channel of the ship girl.

However, not only Garibaldi and other Sardinian ship girls, but also the Royal Guards Fleet, Iris's Brest and others, and even the woman on the Donghuang ship on Donghuang Mountain had all lost contact.

It can be said that except for Prince Rupprecht, for whom she had no contact information, these ship girls seemed to have disappeared collectively at the same time. This can no longer be described as weird.

"In fact, the vanguards did not come back."

"Really? That's it, then."

Sensing Yaxu's steady heart rate and emotions, Chkalov confirmed that Yaxu was not lying, and then turned around and left in a very cool manner the next second.

In this regard, Yaxu, who was struggling to figure out how to explain it, could not help but freeze where he was.

"Well, aren't you curious?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, I'm just doing the job for money. What happens between you and Roma is ultimately your business. I don't care... I won't pay attention. Anyway, as long as I complete the commission, it's enough."

Wearing a tight uniform under a pure white coat, Chkalov stepped out with his deep black silk legs and smiled at Yaxu: "It seems that they followed you at the beginning, right? Just knowing this is enough."

"Besides that, it has nothing to do with me."

Witnessing the graceful figure of the researcher leaving, Yaxu was so surprised that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

She is really a rational and decisive ship girl...

at the same time--

In the Sardinian palace that was filled with all kinds of high-end decorations and looked particularly magnificent, the enthusiastic Southwest Wind and her friends were jumping around happily and playing with each other.

"Look, look, there's actually an indoor zoo here!"

After passing through the constant temperature glass wall, the dragoons came to a spectacular vegetation garden area, and immediately found many peacocks and parrots wandering around in the woods, and even lizards, wildebeests and other ornamental animals.

"Hey, I remember there are Bengal tigers in the palace here, but they are in a separate area."

With her beautiful pink hair held down by a tall Sardinian hat, the petite and adorable Pompey then enthusiastically took the Northwest Wind and the others on a tour.

However, compared to the little ship girls who liked to play with each other, the plump ship girls like Tianying slowly came to the observation hall facing the sea, and slowly lay back on the massage chair with its own champagne table.

With a red ring of thorns on his head, Abruzzi looked out at the night sea and suddenly smiled at Roma and Garibaldi who were busy crushing the phone on the table not far away.

"Oh my, your calls are really one after another."

Facing Abruzzi's aristocratic joke, an irritated Roma raised her plump white thighs unhappily and said coldly: "Those guys are just worried about losing the commercial value of the ship girl, which will affect their interests."

"Those who have climbed to the position of shareholder have no concept of loyalty, so don't bother with it."

Just as Rome, with one hand on his chin, was about to drink some wine to calm down, Marco Polo, who was wearing a court robe, suddenly poked his head out from the side and asked expectantly, while holding the world map he had just taken from Pessagno, "So, where does your sphere of influence extend from?"

"Dominion? What nonsense are you talking about? We are just a simple chamber of commerce."

"What? That's such a waste. You should use the power of capital to hijack votes and public opinion, then deploy a puppet regime and take the opportunity to become a great dictator! Huh~?"

Listening to Marco Polo's ambitious speech, the expressionless Roma blinked his golden-green eyes indifferently, and then said in a deep voice: "Boring, what good is there in that?"

"Really, you guys really lack romance (drum face)."

Seeing that Rome and the others seemed to have been tamed by the peaceful sailor, Marco Polo, who looked a little lost, sighed and sat on a sun lounger nearby, then began to study the world map by himself.

Seeing this, Count Cavour, who was a loli-type battleship, was also eating ice cream with gold foil at this time. He walked up to Rome and the others silently and complained: "The glory of the Kingdom of Sardinia... It feels like you are living a very arrogant life in this world."

"Hehe, you guys are living too low-key."

Sharing the massage oil with the soft Sky Eagle, Garibaldi said with a playful smile: "Our Sardinian Empire can definitely be more ostentatious in the port area, right?"

"Wait, you know our commander lives a very low-key life, and as ship girls we certainly can't be too ostentatious."

Garibaldi frowned slightly as he looked at Pola and Zara clinking drinks in the heated swimming pool in the distance and couldn't help but mutter something.

"Having said that, isn't the commander living a life that's too simple?"

"Ahem, I'm really sorry for living such a simple life."

"Commander!"

Faced with Yaxu who suddenly appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, Garibaldi trembled slightly and could not help pinching Yaxu's nose in a scolding manner, and then protested: "Really, Commander, why do you always like to show up and scare us?"

"Because I really want to see what you look like in private. Sorry."

After smiling and rubbing the black and white stockings on Garibaldi's legs, Yaxu looked at Roma not far away and asked curiously: "Roma, do you and Miss Chkalov know each other?"

"Chekalov... I remember now. Why did you suddenly mention that guy?"

Looking at his dear husband who mentioned other women on the ship as soon as he came back, Roma, who was too lazy to complain, couldn't help but look at Yaxu with suspicion.

At this moment, Littorio's voice came from a distance.

"Haha, do I even need to ask? The commander must have happened to run into the wild ship girl outside, and then attracted her, right~?"

With her beautiful cascading green hair swaying in the wind, Littorio, who had just finished taking a bath with Veneto, stepped on her delicate bare feet, straightened her proud and graceful body very openly, and then put her hands on Yaxu's shoulders affectionately from behind.

On the other side, Veneto, with a hot towel on his head, walked over wrapped in a thin bath towel with a natural look on his face.

"Although the bathhouse here is also very luxurious, the bathhouse in the port area is better after all. After all, many colleagues in the port area will gather together and chat happily."

"Wow~ As expected of a wedding ship, it's a little too casual."

Seeing Littorio and the others walking out so arrogantly without worrying about etiquette at all, Garibo didn't know how to complain about his own shameless flagship at first.

"Tsk~ It's good that they didn't make love with the commander right in front of us, Garibaldi."

Seeing that Garibaldi still had a boat face, Pola, with her purple and black ponytails, pressed the huge Zara-class thing against the edge of the swimming pool, and then complained with a little resentment: "You know, even if sister Zara and I bump into each other now, we are too lazy to say anything."

"Ahem, anyway, I ran into Miss Chkalov, and she was asking about your whereabouts in Rome, and the Vanguard and the others."

"Oh, really? Did you tell her that you kidnapped all of us?"

Roma, who was wearing an elegant dress, swirled the flowing liquid in the wine glass in her hand and slowly outlined her tender and juicy thin lips as she spoke.

"Don't make me sound like a ship-trader, Roman."

"But... Commander, aren't you the ship trafficker who kidnapped us?"

"Yes, yes."

Listening to Abruzzi and the others' orderly responses, Yaxu couldn't help but stop where he was in embarrassment.

In response, Zara and the others all looked at Yaxu, who seemed to be the culprit.

Because everyone knows that the commander is the biggest ship dealer, and they were stuffed back to the port in batches.

"Haha, let's not talk about this for now. Anyway, Commander, you are being targeted by that Northern Alliance Project Ship, right?"

"No, she doesn't seem interested in me."

"What!?"

As Littorio exclaimed, Veneto walked over slowly and whispered in Yaxu's ear, "By the way, Commander, the bed here in Roma is really big. It feels like it's almost as big as a trampoline in an amusement park."

"Yes, now is a good opportunity, Commander."

Using the Queen's Scepter in his hand to lightly poke Yaxu's waist, Marco Polo, with two tongues sticking out, looked at Rome not far away with ease, and confidently and slowly hinted: "Let me show you the difference between ambitious ship girls and those without ambitions."

"Tsk, you're obviously not as good-looking as me, how dare you say such things?"

Faced with Marco Polo who suddenly declared tactical war on her, Roma, who had originally planned to play commander alone, raised her charming and delicate face without fear, not taking the other party seriously at all.

Seeing this, the surrounding Sky Eagles couldn't help but begin to cast subtle glances towards Yaxu.

There are four battleships of the Sardinian Empire. I wonder what time the commander will be able to go to bed tonight.

And at the same time——

In a quiet park somewhere late at night, Chkalov was pacing and searching his surroundings with a slightly frown on his face.

It was not until a while later that Chkalov saw a white halo of flowers emerging in the distance. He sighed slightly, quickened his pace, and hurried to a secluded flower bed.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Yet you came out for a walk."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Chkalov."

In response to Chkalov's question, an elegant figure standing at the innermost part of the flower bed slowly turned around. Her smooth white wings matched with the soft white dress in royal style instantly exuded a pure and flawless aura.

"Because the flowers at night look unique, so..."

"Really? Speaking of which, Kuibyshev, shouldn't you go and stop Plymouth?!"

Looking at the royal angel holding flowers and emitting a halo of happiness, Chkalov, who was not good at persuasion, had to look at another figure beside her.

Chapter 1567: Prepare for a bad night at the bank~?

Quiet late night park——

In front of the flowerbed deep inside, with the dim light shining, the pure elder sister named Plymouth quickly walked towards Chkalov who was frowning slightly behind her, and lifted up the pure white lace lotus skirt on both sides in an extremely dignified and polite manner.

"I'm so sorry to have worried you, Miss Chkalov."

Plymouth stepped out his smooth and silky thighs from under the royal lady's skirt, bowed gracefully, then placed his hands on the plump hollow chest, and quickly spread a gentle smile like a tulip.

As Plymouth smiled, the flower halo behind him began to emit white light, shining along with the wings on both sides.

However, unlike Brest's angel wings covered with down feathers, the wings behind Plymouth were like pure white silk, extremely soft angel wings.

The Edinburgh-class special project ship, Plymouth, is in a sense the cousin ship of Belfast.

As for the elegant and generous Royal Navy ship girl in front of him, Chkalov, who was dressed in a cool white coat, sighed in dissatisfaction: "Don't do such unnecessary things. I thought you guys were going to disappear too."

"But... I think the blooming season of these flowers is about to end, so I want to make a wreath for you, Miss Chkalov."

"A wreath? What's the point of making something like that?"

Just as Plymouth lowered his head in frustration at Chkalov's cold words, the older sister of the Northern Union on the other side put her arm around Plymouth's shoulders affectionately and said, "Okay, okay, there's nothing we can do about it. Chkalov is the straight type who doesn't understand romance at all."

"Indeed, I don't understand the point of coming out to make wreaths in the middle of the night. I would rather organize the filing cabinets in the workshop with this free time."

"For Miss Plymouth, who is a project ship, this is not without significance, Chkalov."

The soothing voice revealed her calm personality, and the Northern Alliance lady named Kuibyshev also raised the lantern in her hand at this time.

Under the edgy windbreaker, Kuibyshev was wearing a close-fitting high-slit uniform, which instantly outlined her curvy figure. Paired with black leather boots, she revealed her big sister charm.

However, under her short silver-blue bangs, one can clearly see that Kuibyshev's right eye is wrapped with a white bandage, which creates an extra sense of sickly beauty.

In response, Chkalov, with his hands in his pockets, could not help but sigh: "That's enough, Kuibyshev, it's fine if you don't help stop her, but you actually support her?"

"Of course, because I hope Miss Plymouth can find her own meaning in her life on the ship, and she just wants to thank you, right~?"

Having said that, Kuibyshev, with his right cheek bandaged, looked at Plymouth next to him affectionately.

After all, because of her character of encouraging others, Kuibyshev's life goal on the ship is to play the role of "guide". Even if she is often injured because of being too selfless, she hopes to be proud of guiding the ship girl.

For a ship that lacks past experience, what it wants to do in the future is extremely important.

"Well, please rely on me, the two of you. The reason why I, Plymouth, exist here is to assist you~?"

Blinking her charming purple eyelashes and wearing silver-blue crystal shoes, Plymouth then bowed to Chkalov with a smile.

"That's great. This way, Chkalov, you can spend more time on research."

"Tsk, do you think I'm so shameless?"

Ignoring Kuibyshev's pleased agreement, Chkalov rubbed his forehead feebly and said, "Really? That's why I think inter-ship relations are the most troublesome."

"I originally planned to send you to the Vanguards, but now, this plan has to be shelved."

"Why, you still can't find any clues?"

"It's more than just a clue. It can be said that the 'murderer' jumped out directly."

Chkalov glanced at Kuibyshev, who looked concerned, and then said in a deep voice: "Just as I said on the phone, the human named Yaxu was right. Roma and the others did reappear tonight."