Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Because she actually looks very suspicious.

Especially the defensive measures just now.

Although it may seem a bit petty, but as an admiral, it is only natural to repel those who want to target his ship girl.

This is equivalent to flirting with someone else's wife in front of her husband.

No man with a bit of blood can tolerate this.

Just because Veneto lost a tool doesn't mean she has lost her blood in her heart.

"But he deserves it. I'll have to keep a low profile in my future college career. Once I get my diploma, I won't care who he is, humph."

After thinking about it, Veneto was not at a disadvantage again.

Wang Yuechen was just an instructor for freshmen. As long as he could get through the first year, he would have nothing to do with him anymore.

After graduation, I will inherit my own tutelary fort, so who cares who it is?

"Yeah, that's right."

Reputation looked at Veneto with a smile and nodded repeatedly.

Vittorio looked up at Veneto and said nothing.

She is not a talkative ship girl.

As an Italian lady, she is generally quiet.

But both ship girls knew that Veneto’s idea was nonsense.

Because of the two of them, Veneto's retraining will definitely not be low-key this time.

As main battleships, either of them can be used as the flagship.

The existence of a powerful ship girl is a deterrent, even if she is not deployed.

Otherwise, how could Tirpitz tie up half of the Great Ying Empire's air force just by staying at the port?

"Oh, so annoying."

But then Veneto sighed again.

"Admiral, what's wrong?"

I don't know when it started, but all the ship girls in the naval base started calling them Admiral Veneto.

In the past, they were called according to the habits of each camp.

Veneto stared at her reputation and thought for a while. It seemed that when she had just returned to the naval base after becoming what she is now, the ship girls still called her by her old habit.

In just these few days, even her reputation began to call her admiral.

"Why do you call me Admiral too?"

Veneto then began to ask questions that interested him.

"Admiral, your thoughts are becoming more and more jumpy."

Reputation still smiled.

"Don't change the subject."

Veneto insisted.

"Weren't you the one who changed the subject first, Admiral?"

Reputation asked rhetorically.

"Uh...then let's switch. I'll tell you the answer and you'll tell me the answer."

Veneto was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, I called you Admiral because..."

Reputation responded with a smile, and then took the initiative to give his answer.

NO.28 Ghost Island

"We call you Admiral because the shipgirls in our garrison chatted with each other and found that the Admiral was happiest with the title 'Admiral', so we all changed our name."

"Besides, now that the admiral has been reborn, we don't want him to leave us again like before, so we decided to use cohesion to keep him here."

As Reputation spoke, he narrowed his eyes even more.

As long as Veneto couldn't see her eyes, he wouldn't know her negative emotions.

As for the admiral, the ship girl just needs to make the admiral happy, and never let the admiral feel any negative emotions.

Vittorio's hand that was reaching for the coffee cup paused for a moment, but then he picked up the coffee gracefully and firmly.

"Well, I was wrong. I will never leave again, in every sense of the word."

Veneto lowered his head.

"So I actually don't really want to talk about this. It's not a big deal in the first place, and talking about it over and over again will only make people hate it."

Reputation's words made Veneto look up.

"No, it makes me remember it more vividly."

Veneto shook his head.

Instead, she was afraid that she would gradually forget the mistakes she had made.

"So what was the Admiral worrying about just now?"

Reputation appropriately skips over unpleasant topics.

"Ah, I'm worried about how my wife is so outstanding, but every time I show her off to others, it's not good... It makes me so happy."

Veneto spoke recklessly, words that made the African leopard jump with anger.

Fortunately, there are no non-Africans around, otherwise we would definitely have to draw out traditional weapons.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The reputation smile deepened.

…OVO…

Without the interruption of a certain admiral instructor, the rest of the journey became boring.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take too long to sail to reach the destination.

Otherwise, they would take turns patting each other's heads to stop seasickness, and Reputation and Vittorio would be exhausted.

It's strange to talk about this.

Or maybe it was because Veneto was tall when he was still a man, so he was never killed by the ship girls by patting his head.

I had no idea there was such a procedure to prevent seasickness.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so afraid to go to places that were even a little far away that I gradually became a stay-at-home.

After all, there was nothing to do while curled up in the tutelary fort.

But now that she has a KanColle's little hand on her head and can run around, the game isn't as appealing anymore.

Moreover, as a person who died suddenly from playing games, my passion for games has basically disappeared.

I have played all the games I should play, and perhaps the only things I am passionate about are a few games that I haven't had time to play.

But those things are losing their appeal to her now.

Now that I have learned the skill of 'touching my head to avoid seasickness', I can go around and show off my seasickness in the future!

Drying the boat is the real fun of being an admiral!

What's more, as a pseudo-European, her age is there.

Even if I meet a big shot, I will still post it.

No one else at her age has these ship girls.

She can show off her body everywhere, while others can only be exposed to the sun!

Now think about it, what was the point of playing those games before! There was no point at all.

Now this kind of free and easy life is interesting!

The ferry sailed for another two days, and the vague silhouette of Rhode Island could be seen from a distance.

“After all these years, this place is still the same.”

Veneto looked at Rhodes Island from afar and muttered to himself.

"Still like this...what does that mean?"

Vittorio asked curiously.

She hadn't been here, she was built by Veneto.

"Mist... There's a legend among the admirals who attended the Admiral Academy that the ghost of the once-destroyed Dean Deep Sea is still lingering, so Rhodes Island is also covered in fog all year round."

Veneto lowered his voice and told the story slowly in the voice of a storyteller.

"Haunting?"

Vittorio's expression did not change, but Veneto keenly noticed the movement of his own ship girl swallowing saliva.

"Yes, legend has it that there was more than one dean here during the battle, but they were all eliminated."

"The unyielding souls of several powerful deans gathered together to create a stronger vengeful spirit, which floated in the dark and damp crypts of Rhodes Island."

"On every dark and windy night, it will appear on Rhodes Island and wander around the Admiral Academy and the Shipgirl Academy."

"So people often hear faint crying sounds on moonless nights. It is said that it is coming from the ghost of the deceased dean."

Vittorio's voice became ethereal when he told the story, and even in the daytime, it made people feel chilling.

"It must be a story made up by students out of boredom. Once the deep sea is destroyed, it will return to the sea. This is known to everyone."

Vittorio waved his hands, looking like he didn't believe it at all.

But her waving movement was a little stiff.

"Woooooooo..."

Suddenly, a crying sound coming from somewhere drifted over here.

"ah!"

Vittorio suddenly screamed and hugged Veneto.

"Hmmmm?"

Veneto felt like his face was buried in the not-so-big headlights, and he was completely confused.

But then, a feeling of dizziness and nausea came over me.

"No... Ugh..."

Veneto pushed Vittorio away, rushed to the edge of the fence, jumped up with all his strength, and lay on the top of the fence.

It turns out that potential is squeezed out in times of crisis.

Even though Veneto is short, he chose the latter between social death and exploiting his potential.

Instead of vomiting on the deck and accepting the stares of people around who are preparing to disembark, it is better to jump up with all your strength and spit the vomit onto the sea.

In a sense, it also adds some charm to the lives of the fish.

"Oh, no!"

Vittorio didn't care about being afraid and rushed forward.

She was on duty now, responsible for soothing Veneto's seasickness.

The shock just now made her forget about this duty.

Reputation also hurried over and took out a tissue from somewhere. After Vittorio put his hand on Veneto's head again to comfort her, he wiped Veneto's mouth.

"Really, Admiral, please don't make scary jokes."

Vittorio patted Veneto's head complainingly.