Siren Commander, a mole in his own port

Is it true that what your Vichy Church really produces is not inquisitors, but nymphomaniac flannel balls?

Fargo offered his prepared remarks: "Once enough emotional data has been collected, Gascogne's emotional module will automatically activate. At this point, an indescribable sense of emptiness will instantly devour her sanity... This is my judgment based on Gascogne's emotional index."

Luo Yun walked up to Gascoigne, then stretched out his fingers and gently fiddled with her. His expression became increasingly strange. "It's true that she's really excited. I don't believe she can simulate this kind of physiological reaction, but... isn't it a little too simple?"

Apart from the initial tricking of Gascoigne and Fargo into serving him together, Luo Yun had never touched her again. He had thought that if he wanted to make Gascoigne surrender, he would have to personally manipulate her for at least a day or two, but he had never expected that the simplest placement play could drain her sanity.

It was so simple, so simple that it was even a little weird, as if Fargo was still hypnotized by him.

Chapter 169: Thinking? Just do it!

Ever since he stepped into the port area, a question has been lingering in Luo Yun's mind. As he experienced more and more things, the doubts in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became even deeper. He had originally suppressed this strange feeling, but when he saw Gascoigne's affection, Luo Yun couldn't help but wonder.

It went too smoothly. All the problems before him were solved without exception. Even in those seemingly unsolvable desperate situations, he could find a way out in a timely and smooth manner. There was the Death Royale in front, and then there were the strong threats from the two flagships, Richelieu and Bismarck. To him now, none of them could pose the slightest threat.

Bismarck's sister Tirpitz has become a puppet at his mercy. As long as Luo Yun does not deliberately self-destruct, it will be easy to capture Bismarck. After all, no matter how careful you are, you can't guard against a thief in your own home. Luo Yun doesn't believe that Bismarck will be so wary of his own sister.

Archbishop Richelieu seemed to be a big threat, but his relationship with his sister Jeanbart was unclear, and his other sister Gascony was waiting for his love. Because of this relationship, even if he angered her, Richelieu would never kill him for the sake of his sisters.

What's more, as long as you master the tricks of conquering the mecha girl, you can interfere with Richelieu's plan and then find an opportunity to conquer the high and mighty Archbishop. At that time, the situation will be completely reversed. Not to mention begging for mercy from Richelieu, the Archbishop will need to re-examine his position.

However, it was this feeling of having everything under control that made Luo Yun feel strongly uncomfortable. He was not arrogant enough to think that there were no ship girls smarter than him in the port. It stands to reason that the strategies and insights of those ship girls in high positions were far beyond the reach of ordinary people, but he could easily find the flaws and turn the tables on them, as if everything was going according to a script that had already been written.

Luo Yun had a similar feeling last night when facing Tirpitz and York. Now seeing the excited Gascony, he was even more certain of his guess. However, although he had suspicions, Luo Yun had never found any relevant evidence, so it was not a good idea to act rashly.

If he were to review it from the beginning, it was obvious that there was something wrong with Fargo beside him. Logically, she should have gotten rid of the hypnosis, but she still obeyed him and even helped him tame Gascoigne, who was also a mecha girl.

Could it be that the fact that he had possessed her, coupled with the powerful effect of the Commander's Aura, had twisted her mind? No, even if Luo Yun didn't understand shipgirls, he could still sense their sincerity. After all, expressions could be faked, but deep down physiological reactions couldn't be faked. If they didn't truly love her, how could they allow a man to completely take away their virginity?

Luo Yun didn't think he was important enough for the ship girls to sacrifice their innocence to gain his trust. Even if it meant his life, the price would be too heavy. So while it was true that they had ulterior motives towards him, it was highly likely that they had no ill intentions.

Is the problem still with my commander's physique?

Thinking of this, Luo Yun had a bold idea in his mind, but there was no way to verify it for the time being. He needed to wait some time and find a suitable opportunity to test it.

As for now, let’s take good care of Gascony.

That's right, although Luo Yun knew that Gascony's corruption hid an unknown secret, if he deliberately ignored the excited Gascony in order to get to the bottom of it, not to mention that he would not be able to explain the matter on Clemenceau's side, it would be difficult to deal with Fargo beside him.

Anyway, taking Gascony would be beneficial to him, and Luo Yun didn't mind provoking another Richelieu sister. The main goal was to have more debts than worries.

Tsk, why does it feel like the conclusion I came to after thinking for so long is exactly the same as when I just let my brain go blank? No wonder the observer told me before that the commander's job is just to accompany the others and there is no need to make any suggestions on the construction of the port area. Just do it and it's done.

"Hmm~" Gascogne opened her cherry lips slightly, a hint of charm appearing on her cold little face. She said softly, "My master, Gascogne has learned enough about emotions, understands the so-called 'pleasure' between husband and wife, and also understands what 'love' is. Love is..."

Luo Yun covered her mouth with his hand: "Don't rush to speak, I admit that you don't look like the lifeless three-inorganic girl you used to be. You now have your own seven emotions and six desires, but there must be a big problem with your understanding of love."

Being placed on the sofa for playtime, he didn't get a chance to relax for several days. Luo Yun didn't think that Gascoigne could have any correct view of love under such circumstances. He would probably be a fluffy ball with an open mouth and a bitch with a closed mouth. It sounded good, but it always made him feel guilty.

After all, even if someone fanned the flames, Luo Yun subjectively tamed this naive mechanical demon into his own ship girl. Although he would not shirk responsibility, he also did not want to hear about his own criminal process.

"Woo woo..." Unconditional obedience to the master has long been imprinted in Gascoigne's core code. Hearing Luo Yun's command, she immediately shut up and rubbed Luo Yun's big hand obediently. This is a skill she learned from the video. I heard that the commander likes ship girls who are as dexterous as cats and as docile as dogs.

"You're so good at it?" Luo Yun was a little surprised. Among all the ship girls he had dealt with, there were very few who could let go for the first time. Most of them needed his guidance or mutual exploration. Even if there were occasional ship girls who were passionate, they didn't know the techniques as well as Gascoigne.

Fargo explained in a low voice, "Our bodies are uniquely structured, allowing us to quickly learn from stored video data. Special devices then store our reactions during intercourse, allowing us to use these tools to independently train our service skills."

"Is that true? You mecha girls... Oh, I see. That's why Clemenceau sent Gascoigne to me." Luo Yun suddenly realized that since they can train their skills through non-contact behavior, in a sense, mecha girls can all be chaste but have a personality similar to that of a nymphomaniac?

It's so astringent. She is indeed a more special existence than ordinary ship girls.

With this thought, Luo Yun's interest became even higher, and his actions became more and more radical, without any regard for Gascon's feelings. He wanted to test the limit of this mechanical monster. As it turned out, even a three-no mechanical girl would look unimaginably bad if conditions permitted.

"Guwu... Thank you for the gift, Master, I love you——"

Chapter 170 Detective Agency

In a private room in the White Eagle underground bar.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

"Please come in."

"Sorry, sorry, I was delayed a bit while buying things at the dessert shop. Am I late?" A girl wearing a retro deerstalker hat, a brown dress and black stockings rushed in rashly, an apologetic smile on her pretty face.

She has smooth brown-red medium-length hair, and her dress is cut just right, outlining her graceful figure. She is holding a bulging paper bag filled with exquisite desserts that exude a sweet aroma. Looking closely, there are still a few tiny crumbs left at the corners of the girl's mouth. It is obvious that she ate too hastily and didn't have time to clean up.

"Volga, although you are the last one to arrive, there are still three minutes before our agreed time, so you are not late." The tall woman sitting in the corner raised her beautiful eyes slightly and said lightly.

She was wearing a black silk skirt with a loose coat, looking like an OL white-collar worker who had just finished her field work. She was capable yet elegant. Her long reddish-brown hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, swaying gently with her movements, exuding a mature and cool temperament.

"The last one? Sorry! I didn't want to do that either, but Miss Dunkirk launched a new product today, and there happened to be not many people in line, so I thought..." Volga hurriedly raised the paper bag in his hand, "Ah, I'm so sorry, these desserts are my apology to everyone."

"Dunkirk's handmade desserts?" Essex's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the paper bag and said with a smile, "It's okay, we just got here anyway, so please sit down."

Anyway, there is nothing important, so it doesn't matter if the meeting starts earlier or later. However, Dunkirk's craftsmanship is not something you can enjoy every day. After all, there are so many girls who like sweets in the port area, but there is only one Dunkirk. In addition to her daily work, she has to prepare an afternoon tea for the commander every day without fail, even though the commander has no intersection with her at present.

Essex glanced inside and said in surprise, "So many donuts! Come on, Your Majesty, one for you and one for me. Clemenceau, one for you and one for me. Oh, and of course, we can't forget Volga, one for you and one for me..."

"Thank you, but I won't need that," Clemenceau politely declined.

Clemenceau is not only a ship girl from the same camp as Dunkirk, but also Dunkirk's immediate superior. If one wants to taste her cooking, there is no need to queue up and draw lots like others. She only needs to use a little trick, for example... Dunkirk prepares afternoon tea for the commander every day, but the commander fails to enjoy it, so it can't be wasted, right?

"You don't want to eat it? What a pity." Essex said these words of regret, but his face did not show any regret. Instead, he quickly moved the donut belonging to Clemenceau in front of himself.

The monarch glanced at her sideways, tapping his fingers on the table. "Essex, you didn't call us over here just to watch you act like a hamster, did you?"

"Ahaha, of course not." Essex smiled awkwardly. "To be honest, I called you detectives here because I want to jointly issue a commission to you."

Volga, Monarch, Clemenceau and Essex, four ship girls from different camps who seem to have nothing in common, actually have a common hobby. They all like mystery novels, have formed a detective agency, and are keen on cosplaying as detectives to solve the unsolved mysteries in the port area.

"How childish." The monarch muttered softly. She recalled the various commissions she had received before. They were nothing more than finding lost items, or finding the mastermind behind pranks, or even helping to find the lost cat employees in the cat cafe. These tasks were no different from children playing house, so her enthusiasm had long been exhausted.

If Essex hadn't repeatedly begged that there was something important to discuss, she might not have come. After all, the monarch's personality was really bad. She was paranoid, angry, full of resentment, and accustomed to loneliness. She tried hard to integrate into the port area just to try to get the commander's recognition.

"Those naughty little girls are missing again?" Clemenceau chuckled. She was an absolute cat-lover. She only needed to walk around the cat cafe and several kittens would follow her obediently, making Richelieu envious and almost crazy.

Essex's expression straightened. "It's a commission related to the commander."

"Oh?" The monarch's face changed and he asked hurriedly, "What's going on? Tell me!"

"Such a quick change of expression, worthy of being the Commander's solo pusher." Essex grumbled briefly, then said seriously, "It's like this. Senior Yorktown hooked up with the Commander without us knowing. Just last night, she and Tirpitz..."

Essex briefly described what she had seen and heard. Since she did not see the specific intimate process, she passed that part over and focused on the alliance between Tirpitz and York.

"...In summary, I hope everyone can help me investigate why Senior Yorktown has joined forces with Tirpitz." Essex clasped his hands together and pleaded earnestly. "Please, if possible, please keep an eye on the relationship between Senior Enterprise and the Commander. It's really important to me."

"I thought it was something else, but it turns out it's just a collusion between White Eagle and Iron Blood." The monarch shook his head, his interest lacking. "Something about it being related to the Commander... Sorry, I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

A gleam of light flashed in Clemenceau's eyes. "Interesting! I hadn't considered that. Thank you for the information."

Volga munched on a donut while patting his chest and promising, "I'll take the commission. Tracking Yorktown and Tirpitz, right? Of course, no problem... Cough, cough, cough... Water, give me some water, I'm choking..."

The three people's reactions varied, but none exceeded Essex's expectations. She curled her lips and smiled slightly, "Need I remind you? Yorktown-senpai is not only the elder corporate senior's biological sister, but also, in a way, my sister. In other words, this is our family affair, and I now invite you to intervene..."

Clemenceau was the first to react: "You mean this is a legitimate reason to follow the commander?"

"What do you mean by 'following the commander'? That's a harsh word. We're just uncovering the truth," Essex said confidently. "Although few girls in the harbor follow the rules, we're all respectable people. We need a decent reputation to keep those around. Isn't that right?"

Chapter 171: Fantastic Ideas about Dumplings

It is an unspoken consensus among the ship girls in the port area that everyone can sleep with the commander. However, there is only one commander, but there are hundreds of ship girls. In this situation where there are too many people and too little food, it is obviously unrealistic to ask the ship girls to follow the rules of etiquette.

If you look closely at the operations of Hindenburg, Mogador and others, you will inevitably find many violations. But even if they succeeded, no ship girl has ever come forward to report them. This is not because they acted secretly and others could not find any flaws, but because everyone was afraid of blocking their own way and tacitly chose to remain silent.

In other words, as long as you don't do anything too extreme, like snatching someone in public, forcibly interfering with other people's dates, or directly forcing the commander to sleep with him, and other such behaviors that tear the relationship apart, almost no one will care what you did. The main thing is that everyone relies on their own ability to see who can sleep with the commander.

But many ship girls are not as unrestrained as those nymphomaniacs. They care about their own face. Some ship girls in high positions are also worried that it will affect the reputation of their camp. Even if they are extremely eager to be intimate with the commander, they have to consider the opinions of others. At least they have to find a reasonable reason to facilitate their contact with the commander openly.

As the flagship of the camp and a strategist who likes to hide in the dark, Clemenceau naturally cannot personally compete for favor with those crazy women; the monarch seems aloof and unruly, but in fact he is sensitive and inferior in his heart. He is eager to prove his worth, but is afraid of incurring Luo Yun's disgust; as for the reckless Volga, she wants to take care of Luo Yun, but she has no reason to go out, and she cannot compete with those crazy women, so she can only sigh in despair.

The three of them each have their own difficulties, but their needs are highly consistent, and Essex's timely appearance happens to provide a perfect excuse for the three of them.

"You mean, you asked us to investigate your predecessor, and then accidentally implicated the commander? This excuse seems a bit far-fetched, but... it's enough." Clemenceau's lips curled up slightly, and there was a deep and wise light in his eyes.

Clemenceau has received a lot of blame for allowing her subordinates to wantonly attack the commander. If she acts rashly again, she will likely become the target of public criticism. Although she doesn't care about her reputation as long as she can successfully eat the commander, it would undoubtedly be more in line with her aesthetics if she could hide behind the scenes and reap the benefits.

Although it is just a game of cosplaying as a detective, the initiator is Essex from the White Eagle, and her companions are ship girls from other camps. Naturally, the nature cannot be generalized. Sometimes, all she needs is a legal claim, and she can do many things she wanted to do but couldn't do before.

"It's actually not that complicated. We can just as easily target the commander directly," Essex said bluntly. "The others aren't fools. They certainly know what we're trying to do, but as long as we do it cleanly enough so they can't find any fault, we'll be invincible."

The monarch sitting in the corner suddenly said, "The key lies in the commander's approval. He must take the initiative to attack us, rather than us throwing ourselves at him. This way, we won't give anyone a reason to criticize us."

Halfway through her words, the monarch's breathing gradually became rapid. Because the warship that represented her in history had never existed, and she had never even had the chance to be born, her position had been taken away by someone else. Now she survived entirely on the hope of being recognized by the commander. The thought of having the opportunity to realize her dream made her heart surge like the tide, and she could not calm down no matter what.

"That's true, but I don't mind giving them a reason to talk. Look at how comfortable Mogador and the others are living. Can a thousand insults from others be worth a single sweet word from the Commander?" Essex clenched her fists. "Otherwise, Senior Yorktown wouldn't have taken such drastic measures. Besides, I just want to get to the bottom of this. As for how to investigate, I'll leave it to you all."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Clemenceau's eyes. After thinking for a moment, she asked softly, "Essex, why did you do this? Don't even mention it's for York City. That kind of talk would only fool Jean Bart."

Essex was showing goodwill to them unilaterally, and Clemenceau felt that his relationship with her was not yet that good.

"Eh? Have you been discovered? Hehe~ To be honest, I actually want to form an alliance with you all..." Essex said mysteriously, then her face fell, and she said with tears in her eyes, "Enterprise-senpai is doing an exceptional job by not lagging behind. Yorktown-senpai is trustworthy, but she will definitely prioritize her sister first. As for Bumblebee, let's not talk about her. I don't know when it will be my turn, but I, but I have a family to support!"

The saying that sisters working together can achieve great things is undoubtedly an empty slogan for Essex. Family members know their own affairs, and only she knows how unreliable her sisters are. Essex doesn't want to fall behind others, so she has to seek help from these less familiar friends.

However, no matter how bad their relationship was, she was not worried that the other party would stab her in the back. After all, if the matter got out of hand, it would be brought to the attention of the commander, and no one wanted to leave a bad impression on the commander.

"Why not just say it earlier? Why go through all this nonsense?" Clemenceau stood up and said, "I'll do you a favor. I'll help you investigate what happened to Yorktown, and...help you become a marriage ship."

Essex's eyes lit up, and his voice was filled with undisguised joy: "Really? Thank you so much!"

Clemenceau's insidiousness is well-known in the port area. Whatever she wants to do, not only can she achieve her goal effortlessly, but she can also disappear beautifully afterwards. With her full support, why worry about not getting the Ring of Promise?

As for being used by her... let her be used. As long as she can be with the commander, Essex will do anything.

"It's I who should thank you." Clemenceau bowed gracefully to the crowd, a smile on his lips, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry, I'm busy. I'll excuse myself first. Please make your own way."

"Huh? But didn't you just get here?" Essex was stunned. "Alright then, I'll send you the detailed commission and the contract later. You have to put on a good show. If the commander spots you, at least you'll have a reasonable excuse."

Clemenceau nodded in greeting and then left the private room with light steps.

She had just received a message from Luo Yun, saying that he had successfully captured Gascony and was waiting for her to inspect the results. She couldn't let the commander wait too long because of some trivial matter.

Chapter 172: The Cunning Xiafei

Vichy Church, Inquisition.

As Clemenceau entered the Tribunal, he heard Mogador's excited voice: "Hehehe... As expected of Lord Luo Yun, there's no problem you can't solve as long as you take action... Miss Angel, I, I wore my cloak properly today! Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xiafei said expressionlessly, "As the Angel of Judgment, I have the authority to sanction all impure interactions within the Inquisition. Mogador, you have crossed the line."

"Huh? Is there any love in this world purer than the one between the Commander and the ship girl? Although it hasn't been truly recognized by Luo Yun yet, I believe that sooner or later, he will mess me up... sniff... haah, haah... that's the smell... ahhh!?"

Xiafei lowered his eyes, his expression calm as water, and his tone was filled with a hint of apology: "I am deeply sorry for the unnecessary trouble Mogador has caused you."

"It's okay. Maybe you don't know this, but this is how Mogador and I get along on a daily basis." Luo Yun smiled and waved his hand. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Clemenceau at the door. He quickly greeted her, "Ms. Clemenceau, long time no see. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"It's been a few days since we last met. I hadn't heard from you in the past few days. I thought you had kidnapped my sister." Clemenceau raised his lips slightly, a hint of teasing in his eyes. "Everyone in Vichy is waiting for good news from you. I hope you won't let us down."

Luo Yun smiled and said, "That's exactly why I came here. Well... words are not enough, Gascoigne. It's up to you to perform next."

"Yes, master." Gascony's voice was soft and respectful, but the title she used made Luo Yun's heart tremble. She had actually forgotten to tell Gascony to change the title in advance. Wouldn't her sister think that she was bullying Gascony after hearing it?

"Oh? Has she already accepted you as her master?" Clemenceau said with some surprise. "I thought it would be great if you could get her emotional module in a week. I didn't expect... did you do it?"

"Many times." Gascoigne held up three white fingers, covered his abdomen with his other hand, and said seriously, "Before coming here, the master even pulled Gascoigne to do it once..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Luo Yun coughed heavily several times, forcibly interrupting Gascoigne's dangerous speech. Then, he glanced at Clemenceau with the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the other party's face looked normal, he couldn't help but be startled. Then he asked tentatively, "Um, Miss Clemenceau, are you not angry?"

Logically, it was Clemenceau who gave Gascoigne to her personally, so she should be mentally prepared for Gascoigne to be toyed with by her, but theory and reality have never been the same thing, and Luo Yun is not shameless enough to remain calm.

Clemenceau asked calmly, "Will being angry change the fact that you made her into a puff? Or do you intend to take advantage of it and deny it? Hmm, but I won't help you. Gascony will take care of you."

"That won't happen. I finally got the ship girl, so it's not logical or moral to give up." Luo Yun smiled embarrassedly.

"When I handed Gascogne over to you, I had imagined this day would come." Clemenceau raised his hand and gently stroked Gascogne's blue hair, a loving look in his eyes. "Don't worry, Gascogne belongs to Iris's divine machine. The commander she chooses is naturally her master. As for your romantic interests... I won't ask about them, hehe~"

这是姐姐吗？怎么有股妈妈的感觉？就像是在嫁女儿一样，洛云暗自腹诽，却不敢宣之于口，毕竟这个说出来应该是真的会挨揍。

Clemenceau glanced at Luo Yun without leaving a trace, and then changed his mind: "Let's talk about small talk later. Xiafei, please take Luo Yun to wait next door. I need to ask Gascoigne a few questions to judge the extent to which her emotional module has been unlocked... Well, by the way, I can also have a few personal words with my sister."

There is no need to worry about my sister's lifelong happiness. It is time to start the next plan. The ultimate goal is to make Liberty Iris and the Vichy Church all belong to the commander, and let them become the capital for the commander to completely control the port area.

Clemenceau's reason was impeccable. Luo Yun did not doubt it and followed Xiafei out of the room.

"Gascogne, let me ask you, what is 'love'?"

"'Love' is selfless giving, yet also a desire for something in return. It is passion, it is a heartbeat, it is light—"

Hearing Gascony's fluent voice behind him, Luo Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had been carefully instructed in advance on how to answer, otherwise a bunch of strange words such as lint ball, female slave, female dog, etc. would come out of her mouth, which would cause a lot of trouble again.

Luo Yun followed Xia Fei, her mind filled with all kinds of random thoughts. She didn't notice that Xia Fei didn't take her to the next door, but walked straight into the depths of the courtroom. It was not until she stepped into a simple and elegant bedroom that Luo Yun suddenly came to her senses and realized that something seemed wrong.