The time-based admiral of KanColle

Looking at Frederick the Great who was the first to declare victory, the Prince of Wales suddenly raised his head, and his momentum suddenly increased a bit: "Come to think of it, the rules allow me to use the help of the off-field ship girls, right!"

"Ugh?"

Just when Frederick the Great was surprised by this, the aura of the Prince of Wales in his royal uniform became increasingly powerful, making the ship girls of each camp clearly feel the pressure.

"This is?"

Seeing this, Frederick the Great suddenly thought of something and quickly looked sideways at the White Eagle audience seats, and found that Enterprise and the others were all glowing with a faint blue light.

"Royal Alliance..."

Murmuring the name of her own ship girl skill, the Prince of Wales's momentum overshadowed that of Frederick the Great.

As long as there is a White Eagle ship girl among his sailing companions, the Prince of Wales can use this to strengthen all his attributes.

"Hmm! As expected, strengthening to this state is too much of a stretch."

After suddenly collapsing the ring under his feet, the Prince of Wales, who felt his body wailing, rushed to Frederick the Great at high speed, and then, in front of the stunned expressions of all the ship girls, he pressed Frederick the Great to the ring.

[Meow, meow, meow? Since Miss The Great is unable to move, it is Miss Wales' victory, meow! ]

After seeing the Prince of Wales pinning Frederick the Great on the ring for more than ten seconds, Akashi hurriedly announced the winner.

However, at this moment, Queen Elizabeth, as the royal flagship, did not cheer happily, but tilted her head with a confused look on her face.

"Hmm?"

Chapter 954 Jean Bart is the sister-in-law (whisper)

"Sure enough, my royal family is number one in the world!!!"

In the inexplicably silent atmosphere, following Queen Elizabeth's self-satisfied and proud speech, the ship girls from all camps finally reacted.

The Prince of Wales actually suppressed Frederick the Great. Isn't this a complete royal victory?

But if you think about it carefully, this seems to have nothing to do with you, the silly white queen.

The Prince of Wales was able to defeat Frederick the Great thanks to the numerous White Eagle ship girls. As for Warspite, he was almost eliminated because Elizabeth was beaten by Richelieu.

Although with the support of all the White Eagle ship girls, Prince of Wales has undoubtedly become the strongest ship girl in the port area!

However, this ability that is enough to crush the Emperor's daughter is also a huge burden for the Prince of Wales.

For example, just like now——

Lying on his back on a bench in the contestant's booth, the Prince of Wales was slumped over with his delicate body, his arms hanging limply, looking as if he was in pain all over.

"You are being too much of a fool, Miss Wales."

As she spoke, the female goddess in nurse's uniform gently lifted the ends of Wales' golden hair and silently began to tap Wales' forehead with a small wrench from the repair ship.

"Since I have participated in the competition, I must do my best to the end."

The Prince of Wales lowered his crimson eyelids slightly, and looked towards Yaxu not far away, feeling exhausted.

At this time, Frederick the Great, with a loving face, was pursing his red lips, hugging Yaxu tightly, and said softly in the tone of a mother seeking comfort from her child: "Sorry, child, please wait for the next performance, okay."

Seeing Frederick the Great going to Yaxu for comfort, the Prince of Wales couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He suddenly ran his slender hands across the inside of his thighs, slightly pulled the white stockings that were tightly attached to them, and suggested to Yaxu: "Commander, come and give me a massage."

"After all...I'm sore all over now."

"Everyone says you're too messy."

Looking at the Prince of Wales who openly began to seduce her corporate husband, the Kitchen Goddess silently increased the force of the wrench.

Seeing that the Prince of Wales was unable to move, Akashi had no choice but to announce the final result.

[Because the Prince of Wales is unable to move and cannot continue to participate, Warspite is the final champion meow!!!]

"Ugh?"

After Akashi's final announcement, War-weary, who was originally ready to duel with Mamafune, couldn't help but change into a cute and silly expression, and the royal sword in his little hand fell to the ground.

You know, War-weary was full of fighting spirit and wanted to fight Frederick the Great to the death, but he didn't expect the situation to turn out like this.

After a while, War-weary stood cutely on the stage with a bewildered look on her face, and Akashi even considerately gave her a small trophy to hold.

"So...is it over?"

Looking at the ship girls from the port area who were playing and starting to leave the venue, Richelieu, who was sitting elegantly in the player's seat, couldn't help but show a little regret on his face.

After all, she was still very immersed in the relaxed atmosphere where the ship girls from all camps gathered together to have fun.

Just when Richelieu was lost in thought, a perfect and graceful figure of a maid suddenly floated beside Richelieu.

"It's nice to do some of these 'boring' things occasionally, isn't it, Miss Richelieu?"

Belfast, who was well-mannered and lifted her beautiful maid's long skirt, soon sat down next to Richelieu with a smile and said in a friendly manner: "So, how do you feel?"

“Although colleagues from different camps have different philosophies, they can still get along with each other in a friendly manner.”

Facing Belfast's question, Richelieu couldn't help but purse his lips, and a peaceful smile appeared on his holy face: "Besides this leisure, I also feel incredible."

Although Elizabeth and the others would still make a lot of noise and taunt each other, in this close combat competition, the ship girls of each camp still tacitly grasped the measure, and would rather be eliminated than get hurt.

“So it would be nice if we could play for a little longer…”

“There will be a next time.”

Listening to Richelieu's barely perceptible murmur, Belfast suddenly closed her slender white silk legs and smiled as she responded, "Although there is no specific arrangement, everyone participates in each competition on a whim."

"So if there's an opportunity, the port area will probably hold some strange competition again."

"An opportunity?"

Looking at this elegant head maid, Richelieu was stunned for a moment and asked unconsciously: "For example..."

Belfast let the breeze blow through her silvery white hair. Suddenly, she put her white jade finger on her red lips and smiled like a maid: "For example, when the master became the commander of Sardinia?"

"Commander Sardin!?"

Hearing this, Richelieu couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, and asked in astonishment: "Commander, does he know the ship girl of the Sardinian Empire?"

"How could that be? After all, everyone in the Sardinian Empire left here just like you did."

Belfast couldn't help but blink his blue-purple eyes while admiring the blank expression of Miss Bishop next to him. He added in a playful tone, "But since you were all kidnapped back by your master in such an inexplicable way, maybe the ship girls of the Sardinian Empire will be like this too."

I always feel that the image of the Commander in your minds seems a bit strange.

Noticing Belfast's sincere belief that Yaxu would bring back the Sardinian ship girl, Richelieu didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Soon, after the port competition ended and the illusion ball was removed, the ship girls from each camp began to return to the dormitory area to rest.

Akashi, with a happy face, happily poured cat food to the command cats who had worked hard for most of the day. He was finally planning to rebuild the admiral's mansion.

As for Yaxu, under the teasing gaze of the Prince of Wales, he returned to the Iris Church with three boxes of colorful envelopes from the Shiranui convenience store.

At the Iris Church after dusk, the Iris and Vichy ship girls also began to prepare for tonight's dinner.

"Grilled steak~Grilled steak~?"

Humming a strange song about grilled steak, Walkeran quickly took Lemar and the others into the kitchen, intending to have a sneaky dinner.

Looking at those happy little expellees, Jean Bart, who was wearing a hot pirate costume, shrugged his shoulders, then picked up the red wine glass and started drinking it at the church dining table.

Seeing this, Algeria, who had been commanding the cat all day, soon noticed that something was wrong with Jean Bart. She sat directly opposite Jean Bart, smiling and raising her black silk thighs.

"Why, are you worried?"

"Nothing, I just can't adapt to that noisy atmosphere."

Jean Bart raised his head and glanced at Algeria, who suddenly wanted to have an older sister chat with him. He couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, with a complicated expression on his heroic face.

After all, the Royal Navy and the Iron-Blooded Navy can happily participate in the competition together, so wouldn't it be stupid for her to always feel disgusted with them?

Just as Jean Bart continued to want to drink the red wine alone, a small dark red hair suddenly stretched out from the side of the table.

Then, the smiling Surcouf immediately appeared, leaned over the dining table and asked curiously: "Hey, Jean Bart, are you angry again?"

"Do you think I'm always angry?"

Jean Bart, with an expressionless face, did not pay much attention to Surcouf's joke, but continued to hold up the red wine glass.

Seeing this, Surcouf, feeling bored, pretended to be idle again and muttered to himself: "I thought you were irritating the commander, Jean Bart."

"After all, who knows, Jean Bart, you might soon call the commander your brother-in-law."

boom! ! !

In an instant, accompanied by a sharp explosion, Jean Bart, with his pupils constricted, instantly crushed the glass in his hand with his soft hands, causing the red wine to slowly flow down his hand.

"Wow! As expected, Jean Bart, you are getting angry again!"

Seeing Jean Bart's face darken, Surcouf realized that something was wrong and quickly shrank back and ran away.

"Well, what Surcouf said is true, isn't it?"

Algeria slowly took out another bottle of red wine from the glass cabinet next to her, then her violet eyes flashed, and she reminded meaningfully: "After all, Richelieu went to sit with her in the contestant's seat today. It seems that she is ready to be the wedding ship."

"Even if you don't want to accept it, Jean Bart, after Richelieu becomes a wedding ship, you will be the commander's sister-in-law."

"Stop, stop talking!"

With his flaxen ponytail swinging in his hand, Jean Bart quickly stood up and rushed out of the Iris restaurant as if escaping.

However, just as he trotted to the archway of the restaurant, the absent-minded Jean Bart suddenly bumped into Yaxu, causing Yaxu to instinctively hug Jean Bart's shoulders.

"What's wrong? Are you running so fast?"

"Well!"

Hearing Yaxu's concerned inquiries, Jean Bart, feeling inexplicably guilty, hurriedly avoided Yaxu's gaze and left silently.

I don't think he did anything to Jean Bart today.

"Because you, brother Yaxu, are about to become her brother-in-law, so Jean Bart can't accept this title."

"Is that so? But I don't mind the name issue."

As he spoke, Yaxu walked over and pointed at the broken glass pieces on the marble dining table, then used time to rewind and put the pieces together into a complete glass.

"Haha, compared to this, Commander, it took you a long time to trick Richelieu into bed."

Playing with the soft silver hair, Algeria couldn't help gossiping charmingly, "Richelieu has been sitting with you in front of so many ships today, you should take the initiative."

"Ahem, ahem, we're having steak today, right?"

Faced with the instigation of the Algerian elder sister, Yaxu scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly.

For some reason he felt that if he touched Richelieu, he would be punished by God.

But since Richelieu has said so, it is impossible for him to let Richelieu take the initiative.

Or...how about just hugging a pillow and going on a night attack tonight!

While Yaxu was thinking about these questions seriously, Richelieu in the prayer hall was also thinking about a very serious question.

"The condescending attitude will only make him embarrassed. Shouldn't you take the initiative to give him some opportunities?"

With a soft and soothing voice, Richelieu looked down at his red and white papal robe and instinctively began to examine it.

Although this uniform with the temperament of irises looks gentle and dignified, it does lack the sexy feeling.

Speaking of which, Miss Enterprise was wearing a coat on the outside and a sleeveless shirt with exposed arms underneath.

Carefully recalling the outfits of other wedding ships, Richelieu soon realized another problem.

Instead of being obsessed with changing your usual dressing style, why not take the initiative?

How about... just grab a pillow and sneak into the commander's bed tonight?

Although this sounds a bit impolite, according to the descriptions of other wedding ship ladies, the commander seems to like embarrassing things.

There should be no problem...

"Hey, sorry to bother you."

"Hoohoo~ Lafite, I smell good red wine."

"We're having steak today. Let's all work together to cut it into cute shapes, Miss Javelin, Miss Rafi."

Amid the innocent and childish laughter, the energetic and cheerful Javelin and the cool and cute Rafi soon walked in from the magnificent gate of the church, led by the triumphant group, leaving Richelieu stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Kaixuan, with a blush on his cheeks, hurriedly explained to Richelieu in the main hall: "Sorry, Sister Richelieu, I invited Lafite and Javelin to come over and play."

"As expected! Sister Richelieu looks so holy, so nice~ Javelin also wants to become an elegant bishop lady."

"Lafite won't steal the wine here, um, probably..."