Azur Lane Mobile Front.

When Rob woke up the next morning and saw the message, he was just as furious.

"Iron Blood, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Looking at this message forwarded from Mikasa, Rob was filled with question marks.

Although the message was worded rather indirectly, Rob still managed to understand it.

She's determined to make a big splash, so she's asking you, Rob, if you're coming.

Since Shimakaze participated in an Ironblood operation last time, Robo has been mentally prepared for Ironblood's next move.

He felt that Ironblood was not, as it appeared, an ally of the Sirens.

He was even certain that Ironblood was prepared to act as a "Siren's dutiful son" at any moment.

Yes, the kind with Frostmourne and the Signal Axe.

However, no matter what, Ironblood and themselves are still on opposing sides.

The most I can do is offer some help discreetly.

However, this message from Ironblood has no time or location information, so how can we play this game?

"Hehe~ Commander, someone who can sit on the ship of the faction leader must be no ordinary person."

"Since she didn't write down the time and place, she must have had a backup plan."

Zhenhai took the paper from Luo Bo, glanced at it, and immediately understood what was going on.

"The symphony of destiny is about to begin, hehe~ that's quite a statement in that person's style..."

"Hmm... there's no time or place."

"So, Commander, do you think it's possible that we'll naturally know as soon as she makes that movement?"

Zhenhai looked at Luo Bo with a smile, as if this difficult-to-understand message from Tie Xue was not something difficult for her to comprehend.

"But this..."

“Commander, think about it. Even our communications with Sakura Empire could be breached by the Sirens. So what about Sangvis Ferri?”

"You mean... Ironblood wants to..."

Zhenhai stretched out a finger and put it in front of his lips.

"Just like the one from Ironblood said, when the performance begins, the audience and the actors will naturally be there."

"All we have to do is wait."

Seeing Zhenhai's confident demeanor, Luo Bo suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, Zhenhai, you wouldn't...?"

"Hmm? No~ At least on this matter, I didn't hide anything from the Commander~"

"That's good. Wait, so you're still hiding other things, right?"

"Hehe~ Guess?"

...

In a dark part of the sea.

"Sure enough, the experimental data from the recent period has been tampered with."

Before the "observer," the data stream flows like a surging river.

"Is it possible to restore the original data?"

The builder opened her eyes; a much larger stream of data had already surrounded her.

"Restore? Hehe~ There's no data that needs to be restored~"

The "Observer" chuckled, his face seemingly showing a hint of anger.

"All of this data is a true record."

"It's just that in some places, something is missing."

This observer is naturally not the one we are familiar with.

Since she received orders from her superiors to come to this experimental site, apart from designing a specific experiment, she has been organizing and recording the data.

Sure enough, she found some clues.

Is there any data missing...?

"If you insist on saying it that way, then it's not wrong."

"But none of that matters, does it?"

"Indeed, it's not important."

Compared to this observer, the builder's voice is much colder.

"Alright, 'she' is coming too, so I'll be going now."

As if sensing something, the observer and the builder greeted each other and then disappeared into the shadows.

About two minutes later, another observer came to the builder.

"Builder, the last experiment did not yield the expected results."

"But...hehe, I found a new toy!"

"So, can the purge plan be postponed for a while?"

As if to prove his point, the observer displayed the data containing Yukikaze's information on the screen in front of him.

"I've been observing these little animals for a while now!"

"Absolutely, there is no possibility that such a change could occur."

"But you know what? She acquired this power right under my nose, hehe~"

The Builder squinted as it looked at everything the Observer was showing.

"Rejected. The cleanup plan has been approved by the host and cannot be changed."

"This experimental site and its progress have completely deviated from the intended goals and need to be abandoned."

The observer's response was the builder's cold voice.

Chapter 374: A New Round of Arms Trade

Not long after the Ironblood's inexplicable "invitation," the Sakura Empire's list finally reached Robo's hands.

However, the way Rob received this list was somewhat inappropriate.

"Noshiro, I remember, didn't I hand this over to Shinano?"

"Why did Mikasa send me this list?"

Upon hearing Rob's question, Nodo pursed his lips but remained silent.

Having heard no sound, Robo looked up in confusion at Noshiro standing beside him.

Under Robo's gaze, Noshiro's face showed a hint of unease, and she turned her head away somewhat anxiously.

She's not very good at lying...

However, she couldn't directly tell Shinano-sama, whom she served, that he had been slacking off.

Therefore, she had no choice but to remain silent.

"Fine, whatever Mikasa sent it to, it's Mikasa's."

Seeing Noshiro in this state, Rob immediately understood where the problem lay.

Then, he studied the list carefully.

As a result, the sheer number of ship names—all related to different moons and winds—made him quite dizzy.

These are all ships, though Rob might not recognize them.

However, picking those that have appeared in a certain magical naval warfare game is still not a problem.

"I... I feel like something's not quite right..."

Looking at the list, Rob felt a strange unease.

However, for the time being, it's hard to pinpoint exactly what's wrong.

"Alright, this is fine! Tell them they can come over."

Because of the lesson learned last time, Robo this time directly summoned people from Sakura Empire.

He simply didn't believe that the Sirens would dare to directly attack his port.

"Hmm...I understand."

Noshiro, acting like a secretary, immediately turned to reply to Mikasa.

"Alright, now let's see who's given me extra work to do..."

After seeing Noshiro off, Rob looked at another document on the table.

"The Northern Union?"

This was quite unexpected for Rob.

His relationship with the Northern Union was fairly good.

However, the two camps actually didn't communicate much.

In his view, the Northern Union had a somewhat reclusive tendency.

They always like to stay in the polar seas, burying their heads in their own things.

I will never reveal a single word about anything unless I truly can't handle it myself.

"Speaking of which, doesn't Northern Union still owe me money?"

Upon seeing the news about the Northern Union, Rob remembered it.

I still have some debts outside.

Sure enough, the message from Northern Union was about the outstanding debt.

"Ha, so you're finally planning to pay me back?"

After carefully reading the news from the Northern Union, Rob chuckled.

He knew that the Northern Union region was poor.

After all, even now, they still need supplies from the White Eagles and the Royal Navy to continue fighting the Sirens in the polar seas.

To be honest, Rob wouldn't force these warriors whose wills were as hard as steel.

The purpose of sending those machines there was to enable them to better fight the Sirens.

However... perhaps the machine's performance is too much to their liking.

They just paid off the debt and are already preparing to purchase new mechs.

At the same time, the message also subtly suggested that they should stop making mechs like the Undead MK-IIS.

"This...could it be..."

Upon seeing this, images immediately flashed through Rob's mind.

The petite Tashkent unleashed her ultimate undead mountain-piercing kick from the air with all her might.

Meanwhile, the ships belonging to the Northern Alliance all looked like they were in a long and mournful mood.

After contacting Tashkent about the unusually high maintenance fees, Rob felt he should find out the truth.

(Copper Sauce, don't say a word, we're on the same side!)

"Hiss~ Has Tashkent gotten addicted to this trick?"

After reading the message from Northern United, Rob decided to put the matter aside for now.

Then he picked up another telegram.

This letter is a message from the White Eagles.

Just like with Northern Union, they were also very satisfied with the two Jegan units that Rob had previously given them and expressed their willingness to make further purchases.