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

"Good morning, sir." Lorraine saluted.

The Republic curtsied.

"Pretty fast." Yorktown nodded, holding a bowl of lean meat porridge in his hand.

"You brought the Republic with you? That's great, it's a good opportunity for practice." Yorktown nodded.

Lorraine was a little surprised, "Sir, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I'm used to it. I'll just come to the office and eat while I watch." York City nodded and opened the door. "Have you two eaten yet?"

"Ate."

"Be sure to eat breakfast." York City couldn't help but remind him.

"So that's about it for today's tasks. Actually, there's not much to do, mainly some applications." York City sat down and looked up at the two of them. "You guys can go sit at that table. He's taking the day off today, so it's fine."

"Okay." Lorraine and Republic sat down obediently and connected the terminal to the system.

Even a little restrained.

"Commander York, so many... is that normal?" Lorraine glanced through the items to be handled and felt a little overwhelmed.

"It's nothing very important. It's usually just a request report from the shipgirls and the commander, and it's only handled once in a while."

Yorktown explained.

Lorraine understood.

This is to allow him to familiarize himself with the affairs of these ports or fleets in advance.

"After this mission, do you want to stay in the port area or join the fleet?" Yorktown asked casually.

"I think we need a port area. I haven't really decided on one yet." Lorraine answered ambiguously.

Then he continued, "Republic, please help me get 45%, this should be just right."

"It's not easy to apply for the port area now. The difficulty of the assessment has increased."

"So I haven't thought about it yet." Lorraine sighed and received the documents sent by the Republic that he had processed for the first time.

A long and flowing 3000-word essay was forcibly reduced by the Republic to a 300-word outline, and by the time it reached Lorraine's hands it had become very concise.

All Luo has to do is write down his opinions, and then once everything is done, he can pass it on to Yorktown.

"If you haven't made up your mind, do you want to come to the East China Sea Fleet?" Yorktown said directly.

"Let's talk about it later, Commander York." Lorraine laughed. "Nothing is certain."

"Okay." Yorktown looked at the documents sent by Lorraine.

"Are you two really newbies?" York City was a little surprised. The quality didn't seem like that of a newbie.

Lorraine's opinions were indeed somewhat timid, like a novice, but the summaries and reports prepared by the Republic...

If we ignore the secretary ship's purview, is this really a newbie?

Yorktown couldn't help but look up and look at the Republic.

That’s true. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Iris Theocracy and the apple of their eye.

With the innate talent of the ship girl, such perfection is only natural.

Yorktown slightly altered Lorraine's wording and then signed it.

I have to say that with the help of Lorraine and the others, York City's work has indeed become a lot easier.

"As expected of the Church's eldest daughter and the rising star of Tianhai, aren't you? Your efficiency rivals those veterans."

Yorktown couldn't help but praise it.

"Not at all," Lorraine replied with a smile, "The Republic is very powerful."

He just didn't know how to be lazy when he was young. He still refrained from saying this.

"Okay, you can go home after you're done." York City looked at the time and it was almost one o'clock.

"Yes, sir." Lorraine and Republic stood up and said goodbye.

Chapter 243 Withdrawal of funds?

The rest of the journey went smoothly, and several encounters were quickly resolved.

Thanks to its extremely high participation rate, Richthofen successfully allowed Albatros to enjoy a Crazy Thursday.

*Comfortable Dragon Roar

The red dragon's scales expanded, and high-temperature steam spurted out from the gaps between the scales.

"Albatros~." Richtofen looked at Albatros helplessly as he swam around the command ship, holding a Siren's electromagnetic gun turret in his mouth.

The four-winged steel monster devoured the turret in a few moves.

"Don't eat." Richthofen leaned on the railing, feeling the sea breeze. "We're still on a mission."

*The Dragon's Roar of Aggrievance

Albatross looked at the Siren battleship sinking in the distance with reluctance.

Richtofen felt the sea breeze and lifted his hair.

"I've finished my buffet meal, time to digest it."

*Tsundere Dragon Roar

"Just tell me whether you're going to work or not. If you don't work hard, you won't even have snacks."

The Red Dragon was frustrated and released two crews in dissatisfaction to patrol the surrounding sea areas.

"Richthofen, please don't leave me with no fish to catch!" Venice's dissatisfied voice came.

"You can't catch anything in the first place. The command ship is traveling at 20 knots, so where do you get the hook?" Richthofen rolled her eyes. She left the crew to Albatross for the time being, so she didn't have to worry about it. "And where did you get this ten-plus-meter-long fishing line and folding rod to cast it so far out to sea?"

"It's a case of taking the bait, understand?" Venice rolled her eyes. "Chiladuralavince!"

"I don't understand. I'm tough." Richtofen didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"Yes, yes, you don't have any romantic elements at all." Venice curled her lips.

Richthofen opened the terminal and began to look at a document. It was the only public record of Egil and August von Parseval's sorties.

What a sea god, what a witch.

She looked at the combat report. It was merely an experimental victory. Judging from the public communication records and images, the Red Baron had no hesitation in labeling the two top-level ships as frivolous.

"Perhaps only the navy can cultivate such romantic cells." Richtofen shook his head.

She couldn't help but recall that great war...

Although it is not always possible to see the situation of the ground troops clearly when looking down from the sky, the rare few low-altitude flights are not about the situation on the front line.

But the tragic scene of trenches filled with corpses is still vivid in my mind.

Flesh, mud, and steel embrace...

She felt somewhat fortunate that she could still embrace the steel battleship as a ship girl, and could also meet interesting people like the commander or other companions.

Instead of thinking about how to survive in the mud

I wonder if the new ship girls of Sangvishes are having the same headache as the guys of Iris Sardines.

If so, there is no need to "go back and seek a sense of belonging."

The Second Empire had collapsed, and the current Iron Blood no longer had what she was familiar with.

There's nothing to be nostalgic about.

She shook those thoughts away.

"Where is the conductor?" Venice couldn't help but ask.

"Helping Burgundy and the York office." Richthofen steered the aircraft, saying, "Don't you want to read the news?"

"Why should I check the terminal so often when there's no internet in the outer sea?" Venice's matter-of-fact tone made the Red Baron choke.

"I'm convinced." Richthofen sighed.

She finally realized that there were no normal ship girls under the commander's command.

Somewhat eccentric...

For example, at this point in the Republic, he should still be reading in his dorm room or studying excellent battle records.

Haruyun is probably practicing archery at the shooting range.

And as for the most troublesome person beside him, Richtofen sighed again.

"Burgundy is willing to do the paperwork?" Venice was surprised.

"The focus is not on the work, but on the commander." Richthofen held his forehead.

"I understand now." Venice nodded in understanding. "So, from now on, the Baroness and the Young Lady will take turns?"

"It's not impossible if you want to go."

"That sounds great. It's a great opportunity to get close to the conductor." Venice thought for a moment, pulled up the fishing rod, and saw that the bait on it was gone again. He couldn't help but sigh.

"No, what can you catch?" Richthofen looked at Venice with the eyes of a caring fool.

"Fishing is all about the mood." Venice got ready and cast the hook again.

It seems that he doesn't know how to fish at all. Richthofen shrugged and this was the only explanation he could think of.

"So if you really have an idea, why don't you just tell the commander?"

Richthofen raised his eyebrows and changed the subject.

"Sounds good." Venice yawned slightly.

"But I refuse."

"what?"

"I can't just walk into the muzzles of the baroness and the eldest lady's guns." Venice sat cross-legged next to the fishing rod, supporting her chin with one hand.

"Do you think they will let go of this hard-earned opportunity?" she looked at Richthofen.

"Tsk, what a bummer," Richthofen said, saying she didn't understand beating around the bush. If it were her, she would just go straight for it.

"You're such a killjoy, why don't you go?" Venice winked.

"I'm not interested. Who would bother with all that paperwork?" The Red Baron waved his hand.

"Then why did you encourage me to go? Richthofen, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are trying to play this trick on me!" Venice pretended to be shocked.

"Keep your voice down, why are you making so much noise?" Richtofen carefully controlled the fighter plane as it shuttled through the air currents at high altitude.

"The weather is nice this time we go out to sea."

"The Pacific Ocean is always good."

"I heard that the commander is like the god of rain and wind, and there will be rainstorms and cyclones when he goes out to sea." Venice thought of something.

"That's quite rare this time."

"I hope so." Venice doesn't like rainy days very much.

The rain will wash away everything.

In the words of Donghuang martial arts, vendettas usually happen on rainy days—

On a rainy night, two enemies stared at each other in a dilapidated building, and then...

When the rain stopped, all evidence disappeared with the departure of the rain clouds.

The same is true for Sardinia.

It’s just that there isn’t much rain in Rome, so everything blends into one under the gray rain.

It makes people feel uncomfortable to blend into the wet environment.

She put her hands on the two swords at her waist.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down." Richtofen interrupted the memories of Venice in time.

"Why do you look like you have PTSD?" Richthofen frowned.

"You think too much." Venice watched the fishing line being pulled and swayed by the waves.