The time-based admiral of KanColle

"Yo? So you have all sworn allegiance to the commander in person?"

The exquisite iron mask concealed the sacred jade face. After hearing the heavy sword and the flower sword swear an oath to the commander, Arthas slowly placed his slender hand on the white chest with the blue ribbon tied on it, and muttered in embarrassment: "To be honest, I want to find a sacred occasion to talk to the commander alone."

Arthas blushed and whispered, "This time, I want to show you everything about Arthas."

"Hmm? Guhehe, then you are going to go with Mogador to find the commander and him being sticky?"

Listening to Arthas's mumbling, Mogador, with a flushed face, suddenly poked her head out from the side and actively and enthusiastically recommended to Arthas: "I got information from a kind-hearted dog lady, who said that after the commander finishes his work, he occasionally comes out in the middle of the night to find a midnight snack to replenish his energy."

"So we can lie in ambush in the beverage area tonight, and when the commander comes, we'll jump out together and lift up our clothes."

"No, no, I just want to take off the mask!"

Hearing Mogador's words, which sounded like the exhibitionist's words, Arthas blushed and hurriedly explained, "And I don't want to do anything embarrassing!"

"Ah? But isn't your Iris Templar robe embarrassing enough?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Arthas didn't know how to explain Black Béarn's ruthless complaints, so he could only whisper, "I have no choice, because Arthas's emotional module is easily overloaded, which causes problems with heat dissipation, so I wear it like this."

"Hehe, anyway, the commander is really interesting. You will encounter many interesting things when you stay with him."

As Arthas began to feel annoyed, Flower Sword raised her seductive calves and made a playful magic gesture, encouraging him: "It is indeed difficult to find the commander alone, but you can try to write a letter to invite him."

"It is said that everyone in this port area likes to come to this midnight tryst drama."

Having said that, Hua Jian shook his crimson cat ears and then turned to Brunus, who was standing in front of the window sill, pretending to be cool, and asked with concern: "Sister Brunus, so how did you arrange it?"

"Hmm? What are you planning?"

"Go take the oath with the Commander. Since you and Sister Arthas are both protectors of the Holy See, you must be more formal to comply with the rules of our Iris Church."

In response to Hua Jian's considerate supplement, the tall and slender Brunus looked out the window solemnly.

The silver outer and blue inner bangs covered his right eye, and although the triangular curtains on his chest looked particularly vulgar, Brennus still exuded a sacred aura as cold as porcelain, and described it seriously.

"You all talk about the trial of Sisyphus. The final battle I imagined is just like a stone that will always roll down. It makes me restless."

Wearing a transparent blue-patterned latex dress, Brennus then added seriously to the Heavy Swords, "The commander of the port area is the Sword Wielder. I need his help to defeat the imaginary enemy in my memory."

"And they are the obstacles on my sacred path!"

“Well, Sister Brennus.

Looking at Brennus who was clear-headed and somewhat immersed in fantasy, Hua Jian, who was in a delicate mood, could not help but ask in a low voice: "Excuse me, what are your imaginary enemies? Sirens?"

"Hippel, Prince Eugen, Blücher, they are all my imaginary enemies!"

Faced with Brunus's earnest description, Arthas and the others, who looked very pretty, didn't know what to say for a moment.

Well, it's all ship feuds! There's no justice at all.

Seeing that Brennus didn't seem to have any plans, the smiling Mogador couldn't help but pop up from the side with a smile, and kindly suggested to everyone: "Hehe, I think you all can go to Miss Aiyan for help."

"She is a very good little dog lady. Look, this is the Commander photo album she specially gave me, hehe.

When Hua Jian saw that Mogador was bribed by Miss Dog with a set of photo albums, he couldn't help but mutter, "Really? They all said that she is not a good person."

"Well, Juken also heard from Walkerlan and the others that we should be careful of Miss Atago from Jusakura."

"Nonsense! She gave me a photo album and a map of the commander's movements. She is a good woman!!!"

Looking at Mogador who stood firmly on Miss Dog's side, the foil and epee couldn't help but glance at each other subtly at the same time.

Because if you think about it carefully, their Mogador doesn't seem to be a good thing.

Although Mogador looked like a heat-fearing ship girl at most before she had a commander, she was essentially a relatively normal type.

But no one expected that with the arrival of the commander, their Mogador would suddenly become extremely unfamiliar.

"So, Sister Blackbean, aren't you going to say something?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as the commander protects me, I can study the dark arts here with peace of mind."

Since he had just realized the existence of the good man Richard for the first time, the trembling Black Bearn expressed his feelings with great sincerity.

"The commander is a good man! That's enough!"

Chapter 1996 The contents of the photo album are revealed!

"Everyone, can you help me swear loyalty to the commander?"

On the suite deck of the Iris Church, since they could not find any suitable solution, Arthas and Brennus finally turned to the local ship girls who had been rooted here for many years, that is, their own camp, for help.

There's no way. With brains like theirs that have never even read a romance comic book, they really can't think of any high EQ strategies.

Not to mention, they, the guardians of the Holy See belonging to the Iris Theocracy, themselves need such a grand ceremony to prove their loyalty!

Therefore, asking Richelieu and others for help is the best strategic approach.

The beautiful Joan of Arc and the others didn't say much about Arthas and the others who suddenly came to see them.

At the same time, Hua Jian and the others suddenly noticed that the top leaders of their church were sitting around the coffee table, seemingly discussing something secretly.

"Strange, are you discussing missionary plans, or some charitable arrangements?"

Looking at the slightly mysterious look of Richelieu and the others, Black-Bearn couldn't help but take the initiative to ask about Champagne and the others.

Upon hearing this, except for Champagne with narrowed eyes, the surrounding ships such as Xiafei could not help but silently avoid the sight, obviously doing something shameful to the ships.

Soon, Algeria and Clemenceau walked in from outside with a smile on their faces and a slight look of joy.

"Hehe, everyone, this is the latest issue of the Commander's photo album, the Aoba version."

Holding the exquisitely decorated gold-plated letter of collection, Algeria naturally did not forget to share the good news with Richelieu and others, and prepared to appreciate it together.

Because Mikasa was always cracking down on prostitution near the Sakura Empire, Aoba had to hide when selling the goods, and she also provided them in limited quantities to prevent some ship girls from accidentally being exposed and being traced back to her.

"Cough cough."

In response to Richelieu's reminder, they coughed lightly, and Algeria and the others realized it belatedly and only then did they notice the Heavy Swords and the others.

"Oh, isn't this our dear new colleague?"

Looking at the pure Arthas and the others, Clemenceau, who was wearing a silky fishtail skirt, could not help but put her tenderness on the milk cap intimately, and then explained with high emotional intelligence: "Ahem, in fact, our Iris Theocracy will be responsible for reviewing the contents to prevent improper things from being circulated."

"Well, stop pretending to be Clemenceau. There's only a blue stripe on her chest. Why are you being polite to them?"

Urging Clemenceau, who was always particular and liked to keep a low profile, Surcouf, wearing white silk socks, jumped to spread out the magazine, and then began to appreciate the contents of this issue of the photo album with joy.

Commander's photo album.

This is a noble equivalent that can circulate in the port area. It is much more reliable than the gold that can be easily rubbed out by the King of Sai. After all, every ship girl wants to collect as many photo albums as possible that she doesn't have.

So, what exactly are the contents of the photo album?

As they watched Surcouf flipping through the pages, Richelieu and the others all leaned over to look.

As for the writing collection whose packaging was obviously several levels higher, Mogador and the others couldn't help but join in watching.

So the first photo in the photo album is a photo of the commander who had just finished a long run and was leaning over the Sakura Empire drinking water from a drinking fountain.

It has to be said that Aoba and Gridley's photography skills have reached a superb level.

The top-notch lens, perfect lighting and shadow effects, and even some filters instantly make the commander, who usually has a simple and steady style, look like a star poster.

Even the splashes of water in the pool, every drop of which showed a crystal clear luster, even reflecting Yaxu's sweat, and every hair of his body had been artistically processed by Gridley and others.

"Wow, this is simply an artistic photo."

Regarding the filtered version of the Commander's photo, Hua Jian and the others who tried hard to squeeze in couldn't help but nod their heads in understanding.

It has to be said that faced with this kind of photo that is obviously worthy of being collected as an art poster, they all want to collect it.

You have to know that photographers and photo retouchers these days are very demanding on their standards. Aoba was responsible for the photography, and Gridley was responsible for post-production retouching. Aoba and Gridley obviously spent all their energy on this.

"Hehe, the Aoba brand photo album is more than just this."

Seeing Arthas and the others showing their surprised expressions, the enthusiastic and showy Surcouf couldn't help but continue to show off to Hua Jian and the others: "Collection photo albums like Aoba and the others basically have special gifts in every issue."

"If other photo albums are masterpieces of art, then the most important thing about this special gift is how much you cherish it!"

After saying that, Shukuf couldn't help but flip to the last page, wanting to see what the commander's bonus was this time.

After all, these days, any woman on a ship can secretly take photos of the commander, but most of those photos lack a certain artistic value.

So nowadays, the competition of Commander photo albums is about quality and creativity! Just like the entertainment star magazines outside.

"Hehe, it looks pretty good."

Mogador couldn't help but start to savor what Clemenceau and the others were appreciating.

Because the photo album Atago gave her was basically all candid photos of the commander sleeping, and of course she wanted everything. While Mogador was fantasizing, Surcouf also turned to the last page of the bonus and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! This issue's bonus is about the commander going to the toilet!"

"what? What!"

A photo of the commander going to the toilet!

Although it sounds humble to say this, it is true that it is almost impossible to obtain precious goods nowadays.

After all, their commander is often elusive, and his hair becomes shorter or longer from time to time.

In other words, no ship knows whether the current commander is the same one who was there last month or who will be there next week.

However, since their commander is physiologically a normal human being, it is understandable that he occasionally wants to go to the toilet on a whim.

Because if he continued to live like a monster and didn't do more things that humans should do, Yaxu would always feel that something was not right.

However, due to various reasons, the commander now turns his back to them when he goes to the toilet and quietly finds a place to do it.

"Sure enough! Although Alfredo of the Sardinian Empire is also publishing commander photo albums, her bonuses are all Da Vinci's commander figurines, which really lack sincerity. Seeing Qingye and the others' fearless spirit of taking candid photos, Shukuf, blinking his starry eyes, couldn't help but tear open the seal of the bonus with excitement.

Until the next moment, in the special compartment of the King of Sai, the commander who was in a relaxed state came into the eyes of Clemenceau and others.

"In the photo with the back facing away, it looks like it should be a small size."

"Damn it! It says that the frontal photo will be included in the next issue. This is simply whetting my appetite!"

Seeing Aoba and the others' coughing left at the end of the next episode preview, Shukuf, who was just about to see the commander holding a gun, suddenly pouted in disappointment.

In response to this, Black Bearn, who had witnessed everything, finally couldn't help but weakly held his forehead.

Damn, aren't you guys going a little too far?

Looking at these women on the ship who even took photos to record their commander's going to the toilet, the completely speechless Black Béarn could not help but adjust his monocle tremblingly. He even doubted whether he was a fallen META ship or they were fallen META ships. However, before Black Béarn wanted to sternly question Richelieu what they were doing, Mogador, with a flushed face, rubbed the side of her soft monocle on the photo album below and spoke like a nympho.

"Hehe, Mogador, I want to drink some of the commander's stuff."

"... "

As soon as Mogador's voice full of longing for an older sister fell, all the ship girls present fell into silence at the same time.

I have to say that even among these terrible ship girls, Mogador is a heavyweight!

Although if the commander really wanted to play some heavy games with them one day, such as using them as chamber pots, most of these women on the ship would probably accept it reluctantly and act as if nothing happened.

But for someone like Mogador to be so confident and to say it out loud in public is really too lowly!

"No, I'm not familiar with Mogador."

Unable to bear the strange atmosphere of the port, Black Bearn, who only wanted to discuss the Supreme Mystery with the Commander under the moonlight, finally couldn't help but turn around and leave.

After all, she is a genuine black magic girl, not the kind in cartoons who mutter about the god of darkness.

During her travels to various abandoned worlds, she gained a lot of forbidden knowledge, including some magical secret medicines.

It seems that in order to protect the commander, she has to think of a way.

While Black-Bearn was thinking about this, Surcouf hurriedly put away the photo album and looked curiously at Arthas and the others who were blushing.

"Strange, how did you know we were going to hold a photo appreciation meeting today? Could it be that you have your own intelligence network so quickly?"

"No, I...we would like to ask you to help preside over the sacred temple allegiance ceremony."

As he spoke, Arthas could not help but look at Joan of Arc and the others with mixed feelings, and began to sincerely doubt whether it was right to ask these colleagues for help.

"Ahem, don't worry, Arthas."

Facing Alsace who really wanted to ask them for help, Richelieu finally hurriedly placed his hand on the red and white papal robe in the tone of a cardinal.

"After all, when it comes to arranging sacred ceremonies, Iris is undoubtedly the best at it."

Just as Richelieu was gently making his promise to Alsace on the Fleur-de-lis flagship, Surcouf hurriedly made his wish to Richelieu from behind.

"Bishop Richelieu, please ask them to ask the commander if he can let us go to the toilet in person (whispering)."

Considering that new colleagues don't have to worry about their image and their requests are easily met by the commander, Shukouf certainly doesn't want to miss such a good opportunity.