The time-based admiral of KanColle

Thinking of this, Black Elizabeth snorted and immediately condensed a shadow soldier that was two meters tall. He used the black shadow to lift her up until she was able to look down at Elizabeth below.

In an instant, looking at the black Elizabeth who was sitting on top with her legs crossed and her chin in her hands, Elizabeth felt extremely humiliated.

On the other side, the victorious Soviet alliance did not show any complacency, but stood up in a particularly open and generous manner, with a royal sister's heart that far surpassed that of the black and white queen, and at the same time did not forget to pat Yaxu's head affectionately.

"Haha, since it's a competition, there must be prizes."

After saying that, Belfast slowly took out a few maid tickets from his pocket and handed them to the Soviet ally.

Seeing this, the Soviet alliance couldn't help but take the lottery ticket out of curiosity.

[Maid Reception Ticket: With this ticket, you can designate a royal maid to provide service in the upper camp. ]

Looking at this prize with royal characteristics, the Soviet Alliance then handed the prize ticket to Yaxu who was standing beside him with great grace.

"Comrade Commander, my things are your things. This is a qualified alliance."

Um, do you really think I need this?

Yaxu looked at the Soviet Alliance who liked to take care of him in every way. Of course, he would not refuse the kindness of Alliance, but silently accepted it.

"By the way, this is a rare opportunity. Soviet Alliance, you should also interact more with the flagships of other camps."

Facing this naturally cute leader, Yaxu smiled and then bluntly suggested to the Soviet Alliance: "Some things also require you to adapt to them."

After all, Rossia, who was always losing things and getting documents wrong, had never been good at flagship duties.

It’s just that Bellaros doesn’t really like the job of the flagship, so the Northern Alliance’s diplomacy is almost always in a state of play.

Now that the Soviet Alliance, which is full of responsibility and has excellent leadership capabilities, has joined, Rossiya and the others can finally have more time to drink... No, they can get rid of the troublesome faction diplomacy work.

"Is this alright, Comrade Commander?"

Seeing Yaxu, he immediately wanted to push her towards the flagship. Although he was already used to leading other ships, the Soviet ally frowned and gently grasped the frost scepter, reminding him bluntly: "Shouldn't I accumulate experience in the port area first?"

Qualifications? Where did he get the qualifications in the port area! Did he get it by playing purification every day?

Therefore, the ship girls in the port area have always been available for immediate use, after all, the Sirens have been requisitioned by Yaxu.

While Yaxu was busy chatting with the Soviet allies, Belfast's attention was all focused on Herophant sitting on the murex.

Of course, apart from Belfast, smart ship women like Scylla all turned their attention to the Pope.

"Is something wrong?"

Looking at the gazes of the women on the fleet gradually converging towards her, Helophant, with her big red eyes, slowly leaned back her charming red and white body and took the initiative to glance at Belfast, with no intention of leaving.

After all, after she had helped, she was still waiting to recruit Yaxu in return.

Since he had no aversion to the ship girl, Herophant was able to directly expose Belfast's thoughts.

“You want this kind of technology?”

"Haha, you really are worthy of being the Pope of Arbitration."

Even though his thoughts were exposed by Strawberry Sundae, Belfast smiled without saying a word and was not at all flustered.

In response to this, Helophont, who was more humane than the other Siren Arbitrators, couldn't help but comment at the right time: "There are many technologies in this area, and you don't need to come to me."

Because if you want to secretly have a simulated date with Yaxu, the ethereal dreams, virtual space, and mirror sea can all do it.

It can even be said that even if they ask Black Enterprise to find a parallel world where there is no knowledge of the ship girls, Belfast and the others can easily achieve the same effect as her spiritual world just now, and it is obviously more interesting.

"Madam Pope, I'd like to ask, how many ship girls' spirits can you link to at the same time?"

In response to Belfast's meaningful inquiry, Herophant tilted her head slightly and shook her white hair and ears in a cute way, then nodded calmly.

As the Pope, her individual mental abilities cannot reach the level of mind-reading like her lover Lavos, but in terms of the scope of influence, the entire arbitration body cannot compare to her.

If she used more ship suit templates, she wouldn't even need the metal crown as a medium.

"So, what do you want to do?"

Realizing that Belfast intended to let her influence the entire port area, Herophant's red eyelashes drooped.

And at the same time——

Inside the Iris Church, watching the live broadcast of the port area ending, Clemenceau, who was twisting her graceful waist, also slightly raised the corners of her tender lips.

You know, the same thing naturally has different meanings in the eyes of different ship girls.

As a scheming leader of the Inquisition, her attention was not on the Soviet alliance, but on Belfast's small movements in the live broadcast.

She didn't care much about the head maid's plans, but she was indeed interested in Helophon's abilities.

However, Di Bello could also do something similar, so there was no need for her to negotiate with the Pope.

Just as the secretive Clemenceau began to ponder secretly as usual, Vauquelin, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, shook his little head lively and laughed happily on the carpet.

"Ahem, I didn't expect the Northern Alliance flagship to win in the end. I thought it would be the Pudding Queen."

Listening to Walkerland's jokes that sounded like he was watching a TV series, Foch, who was pouring coffee not far away, also laughed and said, "After all, no one wants to keep watching the commander making love with others."

"But it's nice to have a date alone with the Commander in a strange place."

Just as Foch couldn't help but wonder whether she should go back to her horrible hometown with the commander, Clemenceau, who had been thinking for a while, suddenly teased Vauquelin and Foch: "You only see them competing with each other."

"But the disparity between the two sides seems particularly sad to me."

"gap?"

Facing the clear eyes of Vauquelin and Foch, Clemenceau immediately explained with a smile: "Didn't you notice that the royal queens were sticking to the commander the whole time, while the Soviet ladies could only hug and cling to each other pathetically."

"Don't you think it's pathetic? The difference between them is the gap between a wedding ship and a non-marriage ship."

"Huh? That's not so exaggerated. We are always sticky with each other, and I even kissed you."

After saying that, Walkerland straightened his petite chest foolishly, and his pink hair inside also began to sparkle.

Hearing this, Clemenceau smiled and asked back: "Can the places where we kiss be the same?"

"..."

While Vauquelin was standing there in a daze, Foch, as a young and beautiful girl, asked Clemenceau in a low voice: "Clemenceau, are you so hungry?"

"Are you asking me if I'm that horny~?"

Clemenceau did not hide anything about his concern for Foch. Instead, he smiled and placed his soft hand on the transparent black silk court robe that perfectly fit his figure.

"Don't look at me like this, I am also an ambitious person in the port area."

Clemenceau licked his plump lips, which were full of moisture and luster, and added without hesitation: "For example, I actually admire Miss Marco Polo. Although she is a shameful betrayer, she has her own decisiveness."

"Wait! Clemenceau, you're not going to attack the commander!?"

Seeing Clemenceau's words and deeds showing his desire to covet Yaxu, Foch could not help but advise him: "This is not a good idea."

That's right, you have to know that except for some ship women who have absolutely no regard for the dignity of the ship, forcing a ship to marry is a very bad idea!

Foch, as a feminine person, certainly could not accept this unromantic and even bullying method of the commander.

"Damn, do I look like that kind of beast?"

After rolling her eyes at Foch, who seemed to distrust her, Clemenceau explained slowly while twisting her hollow fishtail skirt: "I just feel more and more urgent."

"After all, Richelieu and the others didn't want me to play with them, and I always feel a little sad."

After saying that, Clemenceau couldn't help but hold his chin and murmured, "So I have to carry out my marriage ship plan. The leader of the Inquisition also needs to make progress all the time. The ambiguous period is enough."

"Wow~ Clemenceau, are you being too scheming?"

"I can't help it. Who made me like to plot secretly?"

After teasing the cheerful and tolerant Foch for a while, Clemenceau then quietly took out an anonymous communicator and silently dialed Duberu's number.

The royal camp at this time.

Taking advantage of the layout during the garden competition, after the competition, everyone simply held an open-air dinner party here.

Naturally, taking advantage of this opportunity, the Soviet Alliance, which had quickly taken on the flagship responsibility, immediately found Chang Meng, who had perfectly blended in with the Unicorns and was trying to tiptoe on her fox-foot clogs in order to get some mango tarts.

"Let's clink glasses, Miss Chang Meng."

"I, I don't drink (blush)..."

Looking at the Soviet ally who had come to find her, the little fox immediately curled up her tail into a ball.

In fact, even in communication between flagships, Elizabeth was closer to her.

After all, Bismarck and the others didn't know how to face the little fox. After all, the attitude they used towards small ship girls like Laffey was a little inappropriate, but they couldn't talk to Chang Meng like a mature big sister.

However, the Soviet League will treat every colleague in the port area equally.

In her eyes, there is no difference between a small ship girl and a big sister, even a small submarine is the same!

"Ms. Chang Meng, I think we, the Northern League and the Sakura Empire, can get closer."

"Pfft! Alliance, are you serious?"

Listening to the Soviet Union's terrible speech, Mercury Jien, who was busy picking up spaghetti, couldn't help but call out to Yaxu, who was looking for a woman on the opposite side, "Commander! Take care of the Soviet Union!"

"At least let her read the port manual a few times before letting her become our Northern Alliance's flagship!"

Chapter 1918: Cultists! They are all cultists!

Iris Church——

As the most faithful faction in the port area, Free Iris is not like the Northern Alliance and other factions that would waste a lot of time looking for fun.

After all, they often have to deal with a series of religious activities such as prayer, worship, mass, baptism, answering questions, etc.

But apart from Joan of Arc and others who are very busy every day, she, the leader of the Inquisition, has quite free time.

In the sacred church corridor, Clemenceau, with a gentle and slow pace, just looked quietly at the hollow pillars above the huge corridor, and with the help of the afterglow of the setting sun, he swept his eyes towards the fiery clouds in the sky.

Due to the use of completely clean energy in the port area, the environment around their port area is particularly pure.

"It's almost time."

As the sky gradually darkened, Clemenceau, whose appearance was as beautiful as an iceberg and it was impossible to guess what was in his mind, also smiled slightly at this moment.

As we all know, there are two types of wedding ships in the port area.

One is to become a wedding ship blindly and directly follow the atmosphere, while the other is to use careful planning, like a spider pulling a web, to lure the commander into becoming a wedding ship step by step in the way that one likes.

Obviously, as a scheming and excellent elder sister, Clemenceau does not intend to wait foolishly for the right time.

Just as she revealed to Foch, she had been planning for a long time and had a mature plan to serve as a wedding ship.

And now! It was time to implement it step by step. After all, she also wanted to try to taste the bitterness of love.

Thinking back to Jean Bart's tired and carefree look when he returned to his room that morning, Clemenceau felt that as a filial third sister, he should learn to share the burden with his older sisters.

Thinking of this, Clemenceau skillfully took out his communication watch and started a private chat.

[Clemenceau: Commander, the cats raised in Algeria can do backflips. Why don't you come over tonight and take a look~?]

Using a lame excuse that was enough to make people give up, Clemenceau quickly put the port watch away again.

Because in the port area, you don't actually need any excuse to find the commander. For example, Akagi can shamelessly find Yaxu in the middle of the night and say that he is cold.

All in all, the simplest nesting has been completed, and now she is ready to set the net.

Passing through the tall and magnificent atrium, Clemenceau soon came to Jean Bart, who was busy feeding fish out of boredom beside the fountain.

"Hmm? What?"

Jean Bart looked at Clemenceau, who obviously came to see her for something. Due to her personality, she naturally asked all the questions she wanted to ask.

"Sister Jeanbal, if you are free tonight, can you help me lure Sister Richelieu away? It would be best if we could go fishing in Donghuang or something like that."

The unique silk court gown outlined her slender and graceful curves. Clemenceau, smiling, then added meaningfully: "Of course, in addition to Sister Richelieu, it would be best if Louis IX and the others could also be led away."

"Why, you want to rebel?"

When Jean Bart heard that Clemenceau intended to let her take away Béarn and other fair and strict good women, he naturally couldn't help but frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of suspicion under his flaxen hair.

Although he didn't like to get involved in the palace fighting in the port, as the flagship of the Vichy Church, Jean Bart could see that Clemenceau was trying to do something that was not suitable for a decent ship.

Fortunately, in response to Jean Bart's question, Clemenceau smiled calmly and said, "Do I look like an idiot?"

"Let me be clear. After all, you like to use all kinds of smoke bombs when you are calculating."

"Ah, anyway, it's not appropriate for Richelieu to know."

Faced with Clemenceau's ambiguous statement, Jean Bart immediately perked up.

If you don't want Richelieu to know, it will only make things difficult for Richelieu!