The time-based admiral of KanColle

"I'm sorry, I didn't see any "suspicious" ship girls (楊真) yesterday."

Having said that, Yaxu looked at Darek behind Abruzzi with a guilty conscience.

The young girl with short blue-purple hair is now hugging Abruzzi's tight waist and looking around with a fearful look on her face.

Is it obvious that Odin and the others bullied this child yesterday?

"Let's go, Veneto. I heard that the group of ship girls bought coffee beans at the spice shop yesterday."

After taking a curious look at Yaxu, whose senses were obviously different from those of others, Abruzzi frowned and lifted up her round chest with her soft arms, urging Veneto beside her: "We don't have time to hang around here. You also need to preside over the Colosseum Festival."

"Really? Thank you sir for your cooperation."

In response to Abruzzi's reminder, Veneto, who realized it belatedly, nodded to Yaxu and then left with Abruzzi and the others.

A flagship sister without airs.

Watching Veneto and the others' graceful backs, Yaxu hesitated for a moment but finally did not take the initiative to go up and talk to them.

After all, based on his rich experience as a commander, Veneto and the others clearly seemed to be busy with something.

However, if you approach the ship girl presumptuously at this time, it will only make her unhappy.

In short, he should go back and remind his "suspicious" ship girls not to go out these few days.

Just as Yaxu quietly retreated with Sachs in his arms, Abruzzi, who was walking on the street, turned his head and asked Veneto, "By the way, have you thought about what the prize is this time?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Hearing this, Veneto's face suddenly flushed, and then he whispered awkwardly: "How about the prize be a free coupon for one year's use of the Roman baths?"

"Veneto, are you serious...?"

If you think about it carefully, they have held several gladiatorial festivals before, but each time the winners loyally stated that they did not want any prizes and only wanted to look up to the glory of the Sardinian Empire.

They look... like idealized residents, don't they?

Thinking of this, Abruzzi's deep red eyes couldn't help but flicker with subtle ripples.

But the next second, Abruzzi, who was stunned for a moment, seemed to have forgotten the previous question. He patted Veneto's shoulders helplessly and said seriously: "Anyway, you must come up with a prize this year, otherwise it will be too unreasonable for us."

Facing Abruzzi's strong urging, Veneto pursed her lips and leaned forward, quietly asking Darreco, who was wearing a yellow ribbon: "Um, does my prize sound really weird? (whispering)."

"Sister Veneto, who uses bath tickets as prizes?"

Looking at Veneto who was as natural as ever, Darreco couldn't help but puff up his cheeks, and then tried to suggest: "In fact, we can just give some gold or something."

"But isn't this too tacky..."

"This is the normal prize!"

As they talked in whispers, Abruzzi and Darecco couldn't help but complain about their own flagship at the same time.

Although Veneto possesses the vast amount of knowledge and the ability to make decisions quickly and efficiently, in some respects she is just like a simple ship girl.

But as a flagship, it's better than her sister Littorio.

Strange, why did they suddenly think of Littorio?

Afternoon——

In order to enjoy this exotic vacation, the playful Cheshire girls happily took their beach chairs and beach cloths and went to the beautiful beach to play.

At the same time, in the slightly simple kitchen, Frederick the Great, with a delicate face, was looking at the charcoal-fired oven with great interest.

After all, they all used high-performance Akashi brand ovens in the port area, so a classic oven like this was quite novel to her.

"Well, shall I bake some charcoal-flavored cream biscuits for the child to eat?"

With a kind smile on his face, Frederick the Great quickly and skillfully began to prepare the ingredients.

Although the Iron-Blooded Ship Girls were not very fond of this type of Western European desserts, as a veteran shipgirl, Frederick the Great took the time to study cooking.

Although she felt a little sorry for Bismarck who had to hunch over the desk to read documents every day, to be honest, she didn't really care about anything iron-blooded.

So compared to that, it would be better if he could ask the smaller child to help him take a bath (fog).

With her charming skirt swaying in the wind, Frederick the Great stepped forward with his seductive legs and began to work in front of the oven.

But just when Frederick the Great was about to use the cannon to ignite the wood in the oven, Yaxu suddenly and quietly appeared behind Frederick the Great.

"Hehe, kid, are you back?"

After sensing the familiar breath behind him, Frederick the Great couldn't help but smile with his dark golden eyes.

However, just when Frederick the Great wanted to turn around and touch Yaxu's head, Yaxu couldn't help but reach out and poke Frederick the Great's armpit.

After all, Frederick the Great, busy in the kitchen, is full of the so-called wifely charm.

"Ah la la ~?"

Facing Yaxu's light poke, Frederick the Great lowered his head slightly and couldn't help but smile and lifted up his breasts wrapped in a black gauze bra, then turned sideways and patted Yaxu's head.

"So, what flavor of cream biscuits do you want?"

As always, Frederick the Great indulged Yaxu's coquettish behavior and seemed at ease as he continued to prepare flour and eggs, and also asked Yaxu what flavor he wanted.

"That's right, kid."

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, Frederick the Great, who was accompanying Yaxu, drew up his tender and tempting red lips, and suggested to Yaxu in a charming tone: "How about we use "that" instead of milk for cookies this time?"

After saying that, Frederick the Great reached into the void beside him and took out a strange transparent cover from his ship's space.

"Ah, this, isn't this the milk-making tool from Akashi?"

Looking at the familiar prop, Yaxu, who had pulled his hand out, immediately fell into deep thought.

If you think about it carefully, as long as he uses this, he can ask Akagi and the others to drink fox milk.

In addition, there is cat milk, dog milk, squirrel milk, and the most nutritious cow milk!

If he did this, he probably wouldn't have to worry about what brand of milk to drink for breakfast in the port area in the future.

Wait, he can go to Atago and the others to squeeze other types of milk openly, but what about Kashino’s?

Just as Yaxu began to plan for breakfast milk, Gascoigne's cute face suddenly appeared outside the kitchen.

"Master, hold hands."

"Okay, okay."

Facing Gascoigne's innocent gaze, Yaxu suddenly felt ashamed of his previous naughty thoughts.

In response to this, Gascoigne, with a proud little face, quickly came in and took Yaxu's hand, with a look of satisfaction emerging in his clear golden cross pupils.

The execution ability of Sanwu is really exaggerated.

Looking at Gascoigne who came to hold his hand again, Yaxu couldn't help but nodded with emotion.

After all, from morning till now, Gascoigne had been holding his hand for more than three hours.

"Hehe, kid, what are you going to do with her?"

"take it easy."

Faced with Frederick the Great's teasing, Yaxu couldn't help but glance guiltily at Gascony who was sticking to him.

Because it might not be long before Gascoigne will come to him with a cute expression and a serious face to sleep with him.

If this continues, once Gascony is completely turned into a wedding ship, he won't be able to face the Vichy Church and the people of Free Iris!

"Master, Gascoigne wants to try the kissing Miss Amagi mentioned next."

"Ah this..."

Looking at Yaxu who started to get close to Gascony again, Frederick the Great raised his lips and put away Akashi's milk-making utensils.

After all, this kind of erotic game is enough for her to play with her husband. She has no interest in feeding cream biscuits with her flavor to her colleagues in the port area.

at the same time--

Facing the sparkling sea, the Sardinian sisters, Southwest Wind and Northwest Wind, were sitting on the coconut tree curiously, while Gioberti under the tree was also looking at Torricelli in the sea with a confused look on her face.

"Um, Toricelli, how are you going to help me escape?"

"Uh-huh, that's a good question."

Torricelli, floating on the sea, completely submerged his dark green curly hair in the seawater. He couldn't help but reveal a listless smile, and explained to Gioberti in a soft voice: "Since this place looks like an alien space created by the Siren, there must be a device to stabilize the space."

"Considering the size and concealment of this world, if I were a Siren, I would definitely hide the equipment in the deep sea, um... "

"Okay, great!"

Looking at Torricelli's unusually clear mind, Gioberti couldn't help but sincerely praise this cute little submarine girl.

However, compared to Jiao Beti who was aware of the situation, Southwest Wind and Northwest Wind still had confused expressions.

"Sister, what game is Torricelli playing with Gioberti?"

Facing Southwest Wind's innocent question, Northwest Wind, who was lightly lifting her lady's skirt, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "I don't know, Torricelli seemed to be talking about going to the bottom of the sea to look for treasure or something."

"Everyone……"

Seeing that Gioberti wanted Xi Nan Feng and the others to understand the current situation, Torricelli, who was gradually sinking, reminded Gioberti softly: "Because we are used to it here, Gioberti."

"Even if we go out, there is nothing outside that is worth our nostalgia, but the leisurely life here is really happy."

"But Sister Zara and the others must be worried about me outside, and..."

"I'll try to help you."

Blinking his dark red eyes, Torricelli didn't say much in the end. Instead, he silently clamped the submarine under him with his little girl's legs and began to sink rapidly.

After seeing the dreamy clear shallow sea and schools of fish, the sunlight in the water around Torricelli became dimmer and dimmer.

By the way, as a submarine ship girl, Torricelli does not have a limit on the sinking distance like a mechanical submarine.

So, after sinking 2000 meters with concentration, Torricelli's world instantly fell into darkness.

Seeing this, Toricelli, who remained silent, turned on the submarine searchlight.

However, the confined deep sea seemed to block out light. Even if she turned on the submarine's searchlights, the deep sea near the bottom of the sea was still a silent and dim world.

Fortunately, Torricelli did not suffer from deep-sea claustrophobia. On the contrary, she quite enjoyed the lonely atmosphere where no one came to see her.

Finally, after diving to a depth of 5000 meters, she just touched the bottom of the sea.

"Just five thousand meters? Huh... What an interesting phenomenon."

After muttering to himself, Torricelli immediately began to search the area nearby.

Although her dream is to hide in the closet and be a hopeless useless submarine girl.

But for the sake of her colleagues in the Sardinian Empire, she would still be willing to set sail.

"Hoohoo, when we get back, show Jiao Beti the mushrooms I grow in my room."

Talking to himself in a weak and childish voice, Torricelli floated leisurely on the seabed.

After all, there are no sirens in this world. Even if there are sperm whales and giant squids, they probably won’t be able to withstand her high-explosive torpedoes.

"Hmm, the oxygen is running low."

After searching carefully for a while, Torricelli, blowing cute little bubbles, soon realized that the oxygen reserves on his submarine were running low.

However, just as Torricelli was about to surface, a dazzling fluorescent light suddenly appeared in Torricelli's field of vision.

But under that dreamy fluorescent light, there were indeed densely packed Siren ships, silently arranged together.

Immediately afterwards, a Siren sci-fi base operating at full speed appeared in front of Torricelli.

"Gululu~~~"

In response to this, Torricelli was completely stunned and was so scared that he quickly spit out a large number of bubbles, and his originally lifeless and dull red eyes also widened a lot.

But just when Torricelli wanted to pretend he didn't see it and slip away quietly, a strong and delicate cry came through the sea and echoed in the distance.

"That damned human! How dare you humiliate me!"

"And that damn Purifier, was he kicked in the head by a ship girl? He actually helped those ship girls tie me up with chains!?"

"I must take revenge!!!"

Chapter 1033 The Royal Cats will hunt on their own!

Die! Die! Die!!!

In the confined deep sea, accompanied by dense explosions, a large amount of laser beams suddenly shuttled through the sea water, bringing a momentary fluorescence to the pitch-black seabed.