As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

She lowered her head, leaned against the streetlight, and looked up at the sky above Rome.

"I can't remember how many times it has happened." She laughed softly.

So he pushed himself away from the lamppost.

This holiday in Rome is so hot that it's scary.

She turned on the communicator and an extra word appeared.

"Santis..." Venice smiled bitterly.

When Naples got the gift, the hint was "Stradivarius".

She walked into a dark alley in Rome and heard a tinkling sound from inside.

Looking up, there is no plaque, but here lives one of the last masters of Sardinia.

In this dark alley.

The old knife maker was surprised to see the newcomer. He was amazed at her youth.

He forged swords for countless people, such as Vittorio Veneto, the previous ruler of Sardinia, and Littorio, the leader of the Navy.

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The leaders of those families would pay a fortune to ask him to forge a sword.

But they are all people who have been shaped by time. The swordsmith can tell at the first sight what kind of weapon is most suitable for them.

But now he needs to make a suitable weapon for such a young lady...

The old knife maker couldn't help but fall into deep thought - is this irrepressible instinct a human desire or the wildness of nature?

"Hello, Master. What are some that I can choose from?" The young lady bowed gracefully.

"Mr. Veneto commissioned me to make one specifically for you, miss," the knife maker said.

"Do we need to measure some data?" the lady asked.

"No..." The knife maker was experienced and did not need a ruler to measure.

But what kind of weapon is suitable for this lady?

The traditional Sardinian swift sword? But that seems a bit scoundrel-like.

Or would she prefer a more versatile saber that could suit the various occasions she needed it for? But a saber wasn't worthy of her elegance.

"Miss, what kind of weapon do you want?" he decided to ask.

"Me? It's an honor to receive the master's questions." The lady smiled slightly. She walked around the room, her eyes wandering among the weapons on the wall and the ground.

"Then this pair of swords will do." She picked up two rapiers from the corner of the table.

"Those two swords are not finished." The swordsmith said bluntly.

"But they'll never be finished, will they?" The lady smiled softly. "It's quite suitable. All I want is a weapon for self-defense. It should be strong, durable, and easy to use."

The knife maker was silent for a moment. "I see," he said softly.

"Miss, if you have the chance to see me again, I think I will know how to do it then."

"Thank you, this has been the smoothest thing ever."

"Goodbye, miss." The knife maker watched her go out.

She didn't look back.

It rained heavily in Rome.

Boom card!

The thunder woke her up.

Chapter 208 Ward

Venice realized that her hand was being held, and she shook it off subconsciously.

"I!"

It didn't swing... No, the owner of the hand was pulled loose...

Venice suddenly opened her eyes.

Incandescent lamp, there is a beeping sound, it is in the hospital.

She looked around vigilantly, only to see Lorraine who was some distance away.

Burgundy and the Republic held Lorraine's shoulders and looked at her warily.

The two of them even pulled Lorraine away from her in advance.

And Richthofen stood by her bed, ready to strike at any time.

Venice's lips moved slightly, she stared at Richtofen blankly, then slowly turned her head to look at Lorraine and the other companions behind him.

Lorraine broke free from the hands of Burgundy and the Republic and hurried to the side of Venice.

Only then did Venice realize what she had done.

"I'm sorry." Lorraine spoke before Venice lowered her head.

"No...it's nothing." Venice touched his chest, which had healed.

"Stop apologizing, both of you." The Kitchen Goddess pushed open the door and sighed slightly, "It's truly a medical miracle. It healed so easily."

"We were originally planning on performing surgery, but luckily the bullet was simply large in caliber and had strong penetrating power..." the Kitchen Goddess explained, "and the bullet isn't lodged in the body. We're really lucky. If there are no further problems, he'll be discharged this afternoon."

"Thank you so much, Miss Kitchen Goddess." Lorraine watched as the Kitchen Goddess slightly adjusted the display screen beside her, and then began to record the information.

Venice saw Lorraine's clenched fist. She wanted to hold that hand, but her fingers moved, but she didn't have the courage to hold it.

Fortunately, the conductor took the initiative to shake his hand.

She flinched, but the commander held her hand tightly this time.

It was as if he was afraid that she would be lost.

"Thank you." Venice whispered.

The female kitchen god sighed, "If you don't come, Lorraine, it's your turn as a ship girl, right?"

"This was purely an accident." When Lorraine mentioned the accident, his tone suddenly became flat.

He was still very angry, and since he couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on, he subconsciously turned his anger towards himself.

"If it wasn't an accident, it was my fault."

"Who could have predicted this?" Venice patted Lorraine's hand. "Conductor, don't always blame yourself."

Having said that, Lorraine felt that he had indeed been a little lax during this period.

"I believe in conducting." Venice looked at Lorraine.

How could he be a bad person with such beautiful eyes?

"Okay, okay, if Venice doesn't have any adverse reactions, she can be discharged from the hospital." The Kitchen Goddess interrupted the two.

"Lorraine, you always find fault with yourself." The Kitchen Goddess shook her head, "But there's often no need to do that."

"Luckily you're the commander. If you were in another profession, they would simply shirk their responsibilities."

"Thank you, I'm grateful for your advice." Lorraine was stunned.

"Okay, Commander, please go out so I can change my clothes." Venice had already composed herself.

"I'll follow the commander." Republic stood up consciously.

"Well, go ahead." Burgundy gave Republic a gentle push.

The female Kitchen Goddess also picked up the tablet and turned around. "I'm leaving too. The commander will be notified directly of any follow-up care."

Watching Lorraine leave, Richthofen and Burgundy sat together.

"I feel like you have something to say." Venice asked knowingly while changing clothes.

"Nice figure," Burgundy commented.

"Thank you for the compliment." Venice admired her figure a little narcissistically.

Then she became a little discouraged, "It seems like I've eaten too much recently."

"So Burgundy, how do you manage to eat so many desserts and not gain weight?"

"Will the ship girl get fat?" Richtofen was a little confused.

"Puchi." Venice couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, enough chatting." Burgundy sat up straight. "Let's get down to business."

"Okay, okay~" Venice was a little helpless.

"Let me guess, Her Excellency the Baroness wants to ask about my past?" After putting on her lining, she looked at Burgundy.

"You're asking to eliminate the threat, right?" The fugitive paused, sighed softly, and continued, "But just like you, there's nothing much to say."

"Okay." Richthofen decided to show respect.

And Burgundy… The knight narrowed his eyes.

"As for whether I pose a threat... no threat. She doesn't have the time."

"Who is she?" Burgundy stared at Venice.

"The President of the Inquisition, the best friend of the Cardinal in Black, the current ruler of Sardinia, His Majesty Marco Polo."

The tone was full of sarcasm, causing Burgundy to raise an eyebrow slightly. "It seems that his background is similar to mine..."

"Yeah, it's a pity that I'm not as lucky as you." This time, Venice's words were finally free of so much emotion.

"Where's my sword?" She put on her windbreaker, put on her pants, and got out of bed.

"Corner." Burgundy raised his chin, stood up and stretched.

"Thank you." Venice drew her sword and lightly brushed her thumb across the blade.

There are two Western swords, but one is slightly longer and the other is slightly shorter. There are also incomplete carvings on the iron wire of the hollow guard.

"Don't hurt yourself." Richtofen couldn't help but remind him.

Venice looked at the blood on her finger and smiled rarely.

"It doesn't matter. It just proves that my old friend is still very capable in fighting." She hung the two swords on her waist.

"Such beautiful swords, but no scabbards?" Burgundy couldn't help but ask.

"There was a pair originally, but..." Venice lowered her eyes, "it was broken."

"It seems you have a lot of stories to tell."

"There's not much of a story. I've only been around for a few years." Venice shook her head. "Let's go. I'm a little hungry."

"What are your feelings towards your hometown?" Richtofen suddenly spoke.

"Hometown?" Venice paused as she opened the door. "Who knows?"

Without hesitation, she walked out first.

Burgundy and Richthofen looked at each other and followed.

Lorraine waited outside, with Republic standing beside him.

"You look good." Lorraine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of how the Kitchen Goddess had just been nagging in front of him, Lorraine couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Let's go, Venice. Maybe you won't be able to eat anything heavy in flavor from now on."

Venice's expression visibly fell, "Don't worry, Command..."

"It's time to rest up and sit at the same table with me." Lorraine looked like he had found someone to go to jail with him.

"Commanding you... Never mind." Venice sighed, "Okay, okay."

Richthofen patted her shoulder and said, "It's good to have someone who cares about you."

"Yes, there are still people here who care about me."

Venice put on her signature, unpredictable smile.