The time-based admiral of KanColle

Otherwise, even if they were sisters, Richelieu would definitely teach Clemenceau a lesson.

"Don't worry, Commander. I followed all the proper procedures. Besides, my sisters have gone to Donghuang to play fishing."

While comforting Yaxu who was trying to find a way out for her, Clemenceau stroked Yaxu's chin affectionately and reminded him seductively, "Besides, it is you, the commander, who will carry out the punishment."

"They must obtain indulgences from you before they can be truly redeemed."

Faced with Clemenceau's ulterior motive, Yaxu, with his pupils shrinking, paused for a long time before pointing tremblingly at the indomitable figure not far away who was crawling like a caterpillar, trying to save his sisters.

"Wait, what about her if she doesn't yield?"

"Don't worry, although she is an unexpected gain, I also have corresponding countermeasures."

As he spoke, Clemenceau took out the remote control and pressed it again. In an instant, a huge metal fuse shell fell from above and firmly covered the struggling Indomitable.

"Hmm? Let Unyielding out quickly. Unyielding will never surrender!"

Listening to the soft and cute buzzing sound inside the safe, just when Yaxu was about to say something, Clemenceau slowly took his left hand and then held it close together.

Then, the charming and lithe Clemenceau took Yaxu's arm with one hand, and whispered softly in Yaxu's ear with his plump lips: "Baton, as the leader of the Inquisition, this is my gift."

"I can't make a sweet confession like some wedding ships do. In that case, I'll just use the bad girl's method."

Having said that, Clemenceau came directly to the center of the church dungeon, dragging her sexy hollow fishtail skirt.

The next second, as Clemenceau suddenly waved his hands, a large group of chubby command cats rushed out from the depths of the dungeon.

"Meow meow! Meow meow!"

In just a moment, the command cats stuffed Horror into an open large unknown iron box, leaving only a small head outside to think about life. As for Triumph, he was tied to a recliner and blindfolded.

"Well, I feel like my head is about to get filled with blood. Can you put me down first?"

Looking at the busy commanding cats below, the evil one who was hanging upside down couldn't help but hurriedly call out to the commanding cats below.

After all, compared to those terrifying girls who have the dignity of fantasy-level knights, Vicious has always been more inclined to take advantage of the situation and fish in trouble.

So soon, with the efforts of the stacked command cats, Vicious was also stuffed into a huge bubble ball.

Good man! Clemenceau, how much benefit did you give to the commanders?

Looking at the group of command cats who were working very enthusiastically, Yaxu couldn't help but wonder how long Clemenceau had been planning.

On the other side, after confirming that Evil and the others were all caught, Clemenceau directly stuck close to Yaxu from behind, raised his cool black and gold ice sleeves, and began to guide Yaxu bit by bit.

"I will accompany you, Commander, and use the trial to educate them thoroughly."

With sandy blond hair and a faint smile, Clemenceau pushed Yaxu to the front of the big iron box and slowly opened it, allowing Yaxu to clearly see the horrible body tied underneath.

"Don't forget, the more sins you accumulate, the more you will have to pay, Commander."

After taking a look at the horrific body of the knight falling from the soft neck into the giant iron box, Clemenceau immediately and excitedly began to show the props beside him to Yaxu.

"Feathers, candles, whips..."

Yaxu looked at the dazzling array of props on the side and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Wait! He used these on the corporate girls, but for the scary ones, he seemed to be only interested in using feathers to tickle them.

As if he had noticed his commander's surprise, Clemenceau, with a considerate look on his face, opened the movable bed in the giant iron box intentionally or unintentionally, and then pulled Yaxu to sit down with him.

"Well, since you, Commander, don't have the heart to let the horrible girl atone for her sins, then let me share some of the burden."

The black and gold close-fitting bra outlines an alluring figure, making it impossible to figure out what Clemenceau is thinking. After he finished speaking, he took Yaxu's hand affectionately and passed it through the hollowed-out side hip of the fishtail skirt.

Then, Clemenceau bit Yaxu's earlobe and said soothingly, "Commander, I have a small indulgence hidden inside. If you can find a way to get it out, I will release the Terror."

Oh no, they really became part of the sex game.

Although he was forced to hang on top of the iron box, he could still clearly hear the whispers coming from below.

Apparently, they were Clemenceau’s side dish from the beginning.

In an instant, as the platinum armor boots were taken off by the command cats, the horrible delicate gray silk pantyhose gradually felt the ambiguous temperature rising slowly from below until it touched the intertwined movements.

"Terrible sister? Commander?"

Hearing the noise coming from the huge iron box, Kaixuan, with his eyes covered, couldn't help but look around in confusion.

"Guru Guru~"

Similarly, the evil that had long since given up struggling could only float silently in the bubble ball.

In the end, only Unyielding, who had been locked in the big safe from the very beginning, was still tirelessly banging on the tightly sealed safe while shouting outside.

However, for some reason, there was no response to her voice from outside. She could only vaguely hear the gentle breathing while leaning against the soundproof safe.

"Um, are there any boats outside?"

After inexplicably feeling a sense of sadness of being ignored, the unyielding man, who seemed a little pitiful, could only bang on the safe in the end.

Late that night——

After an unknown amount of time, Richelieu and other boats were happily returning to the Iris Church from the Donghuang camp with fully loaded fishing boxes in an elegant and sacred manner.

"That's great. Let's all make grilled fish together tonight."

While Joan of Arc and her friends were discussing how to deal with the freshwater fish they caught in Donghuang, Guishan, who was floating on a broom, keenly heard the whispers from Algeria in the church.

"Algeria, what's the situation down there? Tell me quickly."

"Ahem, Clemenceau hid three mini coupons in total, and said they were indulgences. Let the commander find them."

Facing the gossipy questions from Walkerlan and the others, Algeria, who had bribed a command cat in advance, immediately raised her plump thighs and said to Joffre and the others in a charming voice with deep meaning, "And the three indulgences just happen to correspond to those three places. After all, only there can be things hidden."

"How despicable! How despicable!"

Listening to Clemenceau's not-at-all-serious atonement, Surcouf and the others couldn't help but grumble.

And if Clemenceau had not cautiously asked Gascoigne to help guard outside, they would have wanted to go down themselves and point fingers at Clemenceau.

"Um, what are you all doing sitting here?"

Looking at La Galissonnière and the others who had gathered together inexplicably and were sitting in the church corridor, Richelieu, blinking his eyelashes, naturally called out to Vauquelin and the others out of curiosity.

After hearing Richelieu's words, Joffre and the others reacted instantly and looked at each other, then turned their eyes away tacitly.

"The emptiness of the foam is to cover up the secret. Are you doing something bad?"

Seeing that Foch and the others all pretended not to hear, the quiet Champagne couldn't help but ask tentatively: "And it's not easy to tell us?"

Sure enough, the squinty eyes of their church are still as sharp as ever.

After realizing that they couldn't hide anything in this dark port area, Algeria and the others, who were just gossiping, turned to the secret staircase leading to the basement of the church.

Naturally, in response to Algeria and the others' tacit actions, Brest, with her head tilted, immediately flapped her angel wings, and with the advantage of being able to fly at will, she flew underground ahead of Louis IX and the others.

However, only a moment later, accompanied by the panicked flapping of wings, Brest, with a red face, rushed out of the underground stairs again and flew back to the corridor.

"Well, I think it would be better for us to avoid it for now."

Looking at the Brest plane swaying in the air as if it would crash at any time, Richelieu and the others looked at each other in confusion and soon realized something. They then behaved sensibly and pretended nothing had happened.

Obviously, it must be their dear commander having fun in their church dungeon.

In this case, they don't need to care at all. After all, the port area is where the commander has fought before, so what's the big deal about a mere church basement?

Chapter 1920 The transaction between KanColle and Siren that must be mentioned!

The holy church at night.

On the magnificent platinum long table, the joy of fishing that was originally brought by the Donghuang harvest was now making the dining atmosphere of Bal and the others increasingly depressing.

On the other side, Brest looked at the braised fish and fried crabs that barely had a fishy smell on the table, and her delicate and holy angel face blushed. She unconsciously stroked her round, jade-like naked legs and didn't even think of moving her knife and fork.

After all, because the church dungeon was not ventilated, the strong smell really reached Brest.

"Well, Master Richelieu, do you have no appetite?"

Noticing that the atmosphere at the table today seemed particularly dull, Maye Braze, who was showing off her tempura fried shrimp, naturally raised her little head without any scheming, shook her horse ear hair accessories, and asked cutely, "Are you feeling unwell in your stomach?"

Yes, since Maye and the others had gone out to have fun with Lu Mang and the others this afternoon, and had neither gone to Donghuang to fish nor stayed in the church, they certainly had no idea about the dirty big sister's plan.

So Forbin and the other young expellees were naturally puzzled by the lack of appetite of the Lyon sisters.

Nonsense! How could they have an appetite when they thought of a horny ship woman blaspheming the commander in the dungeon below their restaurant?

This is too much. Clemenceau didn't even take them with him... No, it's Clemenceau who dared to be so blatant!

Thinking of this, Béarn and the others, their eyelashes twitching, turned to Richelieu at the same time.

That’s right! Could the leader of Free Iris, the first flagship, and the former cardinal of the Iris Church just ignore such an evil thing?

Facing the collective gazes of Louis IX and the others, Richelieu pursed his lower lips and didn't know what to say.

But what could she do? Given the situation, she had already gone in, and she couldn't go down and pull the commander out herself.

However, Richelieu didn't actually feel that surprised.

After all, according to Clemenceau's calculations and actions, it was only a matter of time before it became a wedding ship.

Therefore, as the eldest sister of the Richelieu class, Richelieu was of course very clear about it, but she did not expect that Clemenceau did not even think of covering it up. You have to know that they are the Iris Church, the moral ceiling of the port camp!

To this day, their Free Iris camp spends their energy on charitable causes in the outside human society.

Come to think of it, when she and Jean Bart had their affair with the commander, they were not like they are now, each of them trying to get some fancy tricks.

I have to say that the marriage ship circle in Hong Kong is getting more and more complicated. The heroic deeds of Akagi and Kaga who directly forced their commanders to do so in the past have now become pathetic little tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the stage.

Thinking of this, Richelieu could not help but slowly lift up the sacred profile of the face with his striped sleeves, and at the same time pondered how he would become a wedding ship if it happened again.

On the other hand, seeing Richelieu's thoughtful expression, Algeria couldn't help but mutter to herself: "It would be great if I could be reborn as well."

"After all, the best opportunity was when the little commander went to the church to beg for food. It was the most memorable and bragging opportunity when he headed towards the wedding ship at that time."

If she had known this day would come, she should have run over the commander in front of Joan of Arc and the others, and tried every means to pry the commander into her hands, just like some priests in churches.

"Tsk! Algeria, you should also restrain yourself. We are the crew of the Holy See."

Faced with Algeria's unconcealed desire, Marseillaise, with her beautiful eyes tightly furrowed, hurriedly hugged Flanders in her arms, fearing that this ignorant, docile and pure servant of heaven would be polluted by this group of fallen church ship women.

"Oh my, compared to this, now we have one less best friend in the singles support group."

Dunkirk used light movements to draw latte art on the hot coffee and then took the initiative to make jokes to ease the delicate atmosphere.

But in the final analysis, everyone present has long been accustomed to it.

Because the situation in the port area changes rapidly, many times, the close girlfriend who was lying next to you and sharing gossip with you the day before, suddenly becomes your wedding ship the next day, and happily says to you that the commander is so smooth.

By this time, those close girlfriends who usually huddle together with you for warmth will degenerate into shameless sluts, and will often make fun of the entertainment gatherings of their girlfriends' circles, and go to eat alone for the commander!

Even if their own port area does not have such a bad habit of discrimination, when faced with a marriage ship that has personally swallowed the commander's flesh, most of them will inevitably feel that there is a pathetic thick barrier between them.

Now that he had tasted the meat, Clemenceau might no longer be able to empathize with them.

Of course, the worst thing is that Clemenceau will definitely pretend to show off to them from time to time in the future, just like those fishermen in the outside world who try every means to show off their big fish.

Just as Foch and the others were having their meal casually, accompanied by the sound of ticking, Vicious, who looked tired, slowly came in from outside.

And if you look from behind the vicious one, you can see traces dripping all the way from the dungeon to the restaurant.

However, just when Richelieu and the others could not help but marvel at the sight, Evil with a look of grievance suddenly chose to lie down forward weakly.

Bang!

Soon, Vicious, who just wanted to have a good rest, fell down cutely.

Because she had been a lazy wedding ship for so long, and this was the first time that Clemenceau had forced her to exploit the commander.

Finally, their idyllic Iris Church also has its own wedding date (sad)!

Thinking that Clemenceau had easily seen through her slacking nature and forced her to do her best, Vicious could not help but feel deeply sad about the future of the church.

You have to know that the wedding ships of Richelieu, Joan of Arc and others were not as good at palace tactics as Clemenceau.

That is to say, before Clemenceau, all the women who had married Iris were bad women, and she, this poor, weak, helpless and vicious woman, was the most depraved woman among them.

Thinking of this, Evil, who felt cold in her heart, suddenly realized that she had been lying here pretending to be pitiful for so long, but Mayeblaze and the others didn't even bother to come and help her.

No, why are you all just standing there watching? Come and save her!

It would be best to help her clean up and then send her back to her room to sleep comfortably (fog).

Seeing Vicious holding on to some fantasy, Jean Bart, who was the first to react, immediately frowned and asked Vicious, "What's the situation over at Clemenceau?"

It was so dark that her Vichy Church leader didn't care about her little expulsion at all!

Hearing that Jean Bart was more concerned about Clemenceau's situation, even the extremely good-tempered Vicious couldn't help but give Jean Bart a vivid look, and then explained: "Clemenceau is forcing us to atone for our sins to the commander."