Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"Ah, please don't take the horoscope seriously." Joan of Arc pressed her temples as if she had a headache.

"That guy is an idiot. He speaks without any consideration for other people's feelings... Actually, the fact that Miss Richelieu was able to hold out against him for so long and still fight back is quite impressive."

Without waiting for Richelieu to reply, Joan of Arc raised a finger and said seriously:

"I don't mean to belittle Miss Richelieu. Even among our garrison, Constellation is considered a top-tier force. If we were to conduct a real exercise with that fellow, many of us would be even worse than Miss Richelieu."

This is not a consolation. Although the appearances of the ship girls with the same name vary greatly, their attributes and potential are the same. The only difference is their combat experience and level, as well as the equipment they carry.

Although Lin Xiaohe's Richelieu is of a slightly lower level and her equipment is not very good, Xue Cheng is guarding the mansion. Even if she is armed with advanced equipment, her basic attributes are still insufficient, and the ship girl without the blessing of level is surpassed by Richelieu.

"Eh? Is that so?" Richelieu looked at Joan of Arc in surprise. Perhaps the crushing defeat shocked her so much that she infinitely increased the strength of Xue Cheng's garrison.

If Joan of Arc hadn't said it, she would have thought that strength like Constellation was very common here.

"Of course it is." Joan of Arc smiled and consoled her. "In fact, Miss Richelieu has great potential. It's just that her current level is a little low, and her equipment isn't very good."

"If Miss Richelieu could undergo a transformation like Constellation, and be upgraded to the maximum level, and also equipped with high-powered main guns and armor-piercing shells, it would be hard to say who would win."

"At least Richelieu of our tutelage has always had a better winning rate than Miss Constellation in exercises with her. I believe you will be no worse than her."

"..." Richelieu was silent for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief: "That's true."

If you think about it carefully, although that constellation is powerful, he is not as good as Richelieu. I believe that if I have the same conditions, I will not lose either.

Huh? Wait, what did Joan of Arc just say? Level up to the limit?!

Richelieu's eyes slowly widened.

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293. Negligence

Chapter 293 Negligence ( words)

Although Joan of Arc did not emphasize anything deliberately, Richelieu always felt that there was a sense of disapproval in her words, as if reaching the maximum level was a trivial matter.

"Well, excuse me..." Richelieu felt itchy inside. Although she knew it was a bit impolite to inquire about the strength of the other party's garrison, she couldn't suppress her strong curiosity.

After hesitating for a moment, Richelieu asked cautiously, "Are there many people in your garrison who have reached their maximum level?"

"Well... it shouldn't be too much, right?" Joan of Arc thought for a moment and casually tied up her beautiful blonde hair.

During this process, the girl raised her arms and stretched them behind her head, and her already majestic breasts trembled gently on the water surface. Even Richelieu, who was a girl, couldn't help but take a few more glances. Fortunately, someone was in the office at that time, so the beastiality phenomenon in the bathing place did not occur.

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Joan of Arc said:

"We have about five hundred people in our garrison, but fewer than two hundred are at the maximum level. Many of the remaining people are hovering around level ninety to one hundred. Some have even joined and haven't even launched a single attack yet..."

As Joan of Arc spoke, Richelieu's expression gradually became dull.

There are over a hundred max-level shipgirls, and many high-end combat forces above level 90. Are you trying to defy the will of heaven? This combat force is enough to single-handedly defeat the deep-sea flagship, right?

Wait, you guys didn't really do that, did you? But the media hasn't mentioned such a powerful tutelary fort at all, and the official navy battle reports don't even mention it. How strange...

"You..." Richelieu's eyes were filled with shock.

"Where on earth did your Admiral come from? Not only does he have so many shipgirls, but his training level is also ridiculously high. With such strength, he should be a contender for the Governor General position, right? Why is he still holed up on this island?"

Joan of Arc thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because our admiral is a worthless person, right?"

"Salted fish?"

"What it means is..." Joan of Arc patiently explained, "I have no ambition, no fighting spirit, I'm content with the status quo, I don't want to work hard, I like to leave things to others, or I just ignore them..."

Richelieu narrowed her eyes, and she suddenly realized that her own admiral seemed to be becoming less active.

"Then Joan of Arc, you..." Richelieu asked tentatively.

"Ah, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not a powerful ship girl, and I rarely participate in sorties or exercises."

Joan of Arc shrugged helplessly, with a few drops of water on her round and smooth shoulders, which made people's mouths water.

"In all my time at the tutelary fort, the only accomplishment I've ever achieved is serving as a secretary ship for a few days during Christmas one year... in a Christmas outfit."

"...Thank you for your hard work." Richelieu gave Joan of Arc a sympathetic look. She remembered that she had been forced by her own admiral to wear knight's uniform and serve as a secretary ship for a day.

To some extent, it is not unreasonable that our admiral and that admiral Xue Cheng can become friends. They seem to have the same bad hobbies.

"I'm used to it." Joan of Arc shook her head and smiled.

The two of them chatted and laughed, and time passed quickly.

After taking a bath, Richelieu changed into new clothes and left the baths with Joan of Arc.

But before they could get far, they were stopped by someone.

"You are..." Richelieu looked at the blonde girl in fashionable clothes who looked like a model under the shade of the tree in front of her. She had met her briefly at the dock before. Although they had never talked, she knew instinctively that she was also a member of the Richelieu, just like herself.

"I'm Richelieu." The girl smiled softly and looked at Joan of Arc. "Do you have a date?"

"Uh, no." Joan of Arc shook her head. "Richelieu, do you have something to do with her?"

"A little bit." Sister Li nodded and looked at Lin Xiaohe's Richelieu: "I also watched your previous battle with the constellation, and I have some questions I want to discuss with you."

Discussing what...

Richelieu blinked. Based on the information Joan of Arc had revealed, he deduced that the girl before him was also at the maximum level, while he himself was not even at level 40.

The strength of the two sides is vastly different. What is there to discuss? Is she just trying to give me some advice?

However, I am just an outsider to her, so why should I give her advice?

As if she could see the confusion in Richelieu's heart, Sister Li smiled and said, "It's just that it's rare to see a fellow shipgirl of the Richelieu, so I wanted to exchange some ideas."

"So that's how it is." Richelieu nodded, his expression serious. "Thank you for your guidance."

"Let's go to the training ground." Sister Li said.

So, just two hours after taking a bath, Lin Xiaohe's Richelieu returned to the bathhouse again wearing tattered clothes.

And this time, she looked even more miserable than after the constellation exercise, but Richelieu did not appear to be very disappointed, but was in high spirits.

She learned a lot in the battle with Sister Li. Although the two hours of instruction did not bring about a qualitative leap in her strength, she benefited a lot and realized many mistakes that should not have existed.

"If I could practice with such an opponent frequently, maybe I could also..." Soaking in the warm pool water, flames flashed in Richelieu's eyes.

Of course, she also knew that this was impossible, unless there was a relationship between her own admiral and that Admiral Xue Cheng... Hmm? What am I thinking?

Richelieu was horrified. That was his own admiral, how could he let someone else get involved? Richelieu, are you crazy?

Shaking her head vigorously to clear the inappropriate thoughts from her mind, the girl held her breath and slowly sank into the water.

As the last ray of light in the sky disappeared, darkness fell and stars lit up in the night sky.

Xue Cheng sat in his office chair, looking at the girl leaning against the window, arms folded, seemingly admiring the starry sky, and said helplessly:

"Lexington should be relieved now, right? I really don't have that intention towards Lin Xiaohe."

"You saw it, that guy and I are very similar. We're both in the same boat and have a lot of common topics, so naturally we're more familiar with each other than others. But as for a relationship beyond friendship... not only me, but even she wouldn't have that idea."

"That's hard to say." Lexington turned around and looked at him with a smile. "It's sometimes hard to tell what girls are thinking."

"My dear madam, do you imagine your admiral to be too popular?"

Xue Cheng pointed at himself and said helplessly, "Only you shipgirls treat me like a treasure. You know, in human society, no girl has ever looked at me twice. Whether it's my personality, appearance, or abilities, I always make people feel safe."

Lexington walked over slowly, supporting herself on the table with one hand, and looked at Xue Cheng with a meaningful look:

"The Admiral is so eager to prove to me that he's unwelcome. Could it be that he's sensed something and is feeling guilty?"

"I told you it's not like that..." Xue Cheng was helpless. He quietly moved his hand on the table and calmly hooked Lexington's finger with his little finger.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly, with a tacit understanding between them.

"It's a bit hot." Lexington pulled open the collar of his navy uniform, revealing deep cleavage and a little bit of his black lace underwear.

She fanned the room with her palms and looked at the door that had been damaged by the Soviet Union. A distressed look appeared on her face: "The door is not closed tightly. Even if the air conditioner is turned on, the cold air will escape through the cracks in the door."

Xue Cheng understood what he meant. As a man, he should naturally take the initiative.

"Let's go to the rest room inside." Xue Cheng pointed to the small door next to the bookshelf: "There's air conditioning inside too."

"Eh?" Lexington was stunned for a moment, then suddenly covered his chest with his hands and looked at Xue Cheng with a wary look:

"You want to bring a girl into a place like that for no reason? What on earth are you thinking?"

Ma'am, you've been in a lot of drama, haven't you? Is it time to transfer the title of Missouri's big star to you?

Xue Cheng complained in his heart, but he didn't feel disgusted by the little games between couples. He even liked them very much.

Sometimes a monotonous life just needs a little more spice.

Thinking of this, he decided to cooperate, and crossed his arms, laughing:

"Since you've seen through me, I won't pretend to be a gentleman anymore. Miss, you can't resist me, so it's better for you to be obedient."

"No, don't!" Lexington slowly backed away, a hint of fear in his expression.

Xue Cheng stood up and pressed forward step by step.

"Bang." Lexington's back was against the wall. She had nowhere to retreat. She looked at Xue Cheng with a sad look and whispered, "We can't do this..."

"Why?" Xue Cheng tilted his head, put his right hand on Lexington's shoulder, and hugged her in his arms.

The girl shook her head and pushed his chest away with her weak hands.

Xue Cheng exerted a little force, and amid the girl's exclamations, he domineeringly pressed her against his chest, and then hugged her sideways: "My little beauty, don't resist. The more you resist, the more excited I am."

"Help, help! Someone save me!" Lexington struggled "hard", but was taken into the lounge by Xue Cheng without any resistance.

As the door closed, a cry of surprise and the sound of tearing cloth echoed along the thin door panel and echoed in the office.

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"That idiot..." Saratoga muttered through gritted teeth as she walked to the office.

As the only non-marriage ship in the Lexington class, Constellation has always been at a disadvantage in confrontations with Saratoga.

No matter how Zodiac sign changes his words, as long as Saratoga shows the ring, Zodiac sign will be easily defeated and fall into confusion.

However, this time, with the help of her sister, Constellation finally completed a counterattack and became the admiral's wedding ship.