Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Reputation smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

When passing by Vittorio, he rubbed Vittorio's head.

"Hey! That's too much!"

Vittorio was unable to resist and could only shake his fist at Mingwang's back.

"Huh...ha..."

The door opened and Bismarck, wearing sports suspenders and shorts, walked in, wiping the sweat off his face with a towel around his neck.

"Good morning, Admiral."

Bismarck greeted Veneto.

Veneto sat at the end of the table, staring at Bismarck and began to think.

The first two ship girls on duty have already taken action.

Only this ship girl on autonomous duty has not taken any action yet.

Did he not expect it, or is he planning a big move?

Veneto couldn't see through it.

She knew that Bismarck was once known as a legend in the Admiral Academy.

Many younger ship girls and admirals highly praise this cat, saying that she is a military god with every possible plan.

Indeed, Bismarck was very capable in war.

Veneto was not sure whether that ability would be extended to other aspects.

Likewise, Bismarck never showed any initiative before she was hung up.

But this time he came to her on his own initiative. Does this mean that this ace in her hand is going to cause trouble?

NO.146 It’s really shrimp, just shrimp.

"Admiral?"

Vittorio waved his hand in front of Veneto.

"what?"

Veneto turned his head and looked at Vittorio.

"what are you thinking?"

Vittorio asked, tilting his head.

The idiot from Country G stood there in a daze for a while.

Vittorio guessed that the guy's sweat, which had just disappeared, would come out again.

Generally speaking, when Bismarck encountered something he could not understand, he would think about countermeasures and then give up thinking.

Vittorio didn't know how outsiders managed to dress so magically.

She only knew that the sister who lived next to her was reckless and would get angry when things got out of hand.

The slice of the knife.

Even more gangster than her, who has a gangster background.

Oh, by the way, I’m not darker than her, but her nickname is Pirate Cat.

How can collecting protection money be compared to robbery?

When collecting protection money, they would scare the victim with a gun; when trying to rob someone, they would just fire a warning shot first and then demand money.

The order is different.

But today's matter, although it was beyond Bismarck's understanding, came from his own admiral.

Regarding this situation, Vittorio speculated that Bismarck had gone down.

The Persian cat couldn't help but think and directly attack his own admiral, but he didn't know how to think.

So downtime is a matter of course.

"I was wondering if Bismarck was delicious... No. I was wondering what the instructor was going to do to us next."

Veneto opened his mouth and then realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"??"

Although Bismarck had a blank expression on her face, Veneto could sense that she was probably confused.

"That's it. I want to eat."

Veneto took the plate handed to him by Reputation.

There was a pile of buns on top.

"Ah, what kind of filling is it?"

Veneto showed a surprised expression.

I haven’t eaten big buns for a long time.

"Admiral, it's stuffed with shrimp."

Reputation turned and went into the kitchen to get other breakfast.

"Ohh! Shrimp! It's shrimp!"

Veneto closed his eyes.

"I'm a shrimp."

"Admiral, there's no point in running away. You should face it bravely."

Vittorio nudged Veneto.

"I didn't... okay."

As soon as Veneto opened her eyes, she saw Bismarck, who was sitting opposite her with a very serious look.

“You really are good at it.”

Veneto glared at Vittorio.

"Admiral, I'm not a bun. I'm not delicious."

Bismarck said very, very seriously.

The powerful aura forced Veneto to look at her face.

"Yes, you are not a bun."

Veneto was stunned for a moment.

I don't understand feelings like Persian cats.

“Not dumplings either.”

Bismarck's eyes flicked to the newly served plate of reputation.

"Yes, no."

Veneto responded.

Anyway, if you deal with it now, the Persian cat will take it seriously.

It would be better to shift the attention to the buns.

Veneto rubbed his hands, since they had already been washed clean.

He grabbed a plump white bun, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

"what?"

Veneto took the bun away and stared at the filling in deep thought.

"Admiral, what's wrong?"

Vittorio didn't touch the buns because they were the admiral's favorite.

She picked up the fritters and ate more, and heard Veneto's surprised voice, and asked curiously.

Veneto's expression is a bit strange now.

First of all, there was an expression of touching on her face, which was probably because the buns tasted good.

Then I was surprised, thinking there must be something wrong with the filling of the buns.

Then came a sudden realization.

Vittorio was quite curious about what kind of situation would cause such a complicated expression.

"It's really... filled with shrimp."

Veneto gathered the buns in front of Vittorio.

Vittorio saw clearly that it was really shrimp, nothing but shrimp.

"Admiral, you are too..."

That's it? Are you so moved?

“My taste has improved a lot.”

Veneto shrugged and took another bite of the bun in his hand.

The delicious soup bursts in your mouth.

Although not as big as soup dumplings, the flavor is strong enough.

Coupled with the springy shrimp meat, every chew cleanses your mouth.

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

Reputation brought a bowl of porridge to Veneto.

Because we use yellow preserved eggs, although they don’t have the soul of black preserved eggs, they do have a different flavor.

At least in terms of appearance, it doesn't look pitch black.

...ovo...

"All night, I thought I was going to turn into water."

Kaga lay on the hotel bed, not wanting to move.

"It's finally over."

Akagi was lying on another bed next to Kaga.

The two felt that they were almost exhausted and could not move.

Even when I was so hungry, I couldn't get up to eat.

"I think I should call hotel customer service."

After saying this weakly, Akagi struggled to find the hotel's internal phone and ordered breakfast.

"Guest, did you ask Wallace to be your guide?"

The hotel lobby manager answered the phone.

He was full of energy when he started working early in the morning.

"Yes, you know that too?"

Akagi's eyes widened.

Is there something wrong with Wallace?

"Basically, I guessed it when I heard your weak voice. If we saw that he brought the guests, we would have sent anti-diarrhea medicine at night. But I didn't receive any notification yesterday. You should have come after you separated from him, right?"

The lobby manager explained that it was not that their service was inconsiderate, but that the customer did not act according to common sense.

"He... is that powerful?"

Akagi now wants to send out a bomber.