Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"Miss Unicorn, don't scare Miss Akashi too much~"

Richelieu, who was holding a cat in his arms, was looking at Akashi with a smile on his face.

Because of their race, Richelieu actually had a fairly good impression of Akashi.

Thanks to the head maid's help, Richelieu's eye scar was now almost invisible.

It seems the head maid is quite skilled at makeup.

"I think Ms. Akashi must also be very eager to find out the reason for this."

"I...I'll figure something out, meow!"

At this moment, Akashi knelt on the ground, completely prostrating himself, not daring to look up at the ships.

"Then, Ms. Akashi, we probably need to investigate whether there are any other prohibited items in your shop."

"Well, by the way, let's also take a good look at the accounts."

St. Louis played with his hair, smiling broadly as he looked at Akashi.

"I think we should go and take a look at that instrument now."

Finally, the company with the most unique status in the port area spoke.

Just now, she had a rare moment of clarity and thought things through.

Unfortunately, Belfast's appearance defies common sense, and even she couldn't figure it out.

"Well... then, let's split up and do our own thing."

Zhenhai closed his fan and slapped it hard in his palm, making a "smack" sound.

Akashi's heart skipped a beat at the sound.

Seeing that the trial of the unscrupulous cat was over, Rob released his daughter.

He didn't care at all what would happen to the cunning merchant cat.

Anyway, whatever it is, this shrewd cat deserves it.

And, most importantly, I did gain a daughter, didn't I?

"Belfa, have all the daily necessities for this child been prepared?"

For example, right now, Rob is more concerned about Belfast's living conditions than Akashi's tragic fate.

However, the more Robo acted this way, the more serious the situation seemed to the other ships.

At the same time, they became even more diligent in targeting Akashi, the culprit.

Chapter 451: The Arms Race

Just as Rob was basking in the joy of having a daughter, he was punished that very night.

Looking at the unfriendly-looking initial ship girl pressing down on him, Robo felt a slight ache in his waist for some reason.

"Well... businesses, let's talk this out."

"Commander, I want one too..."

Perhaps truly provoked by Belfast, the company unusually expressed its thoughts very directly.

Yes, that's a thought I have.

In the past, even in this situation, the initial ship girl was the type who would rather take action than talk nonsense.

"Well... I think that Belfast's situation couldn't have been achieved through normal procedures."

To be honest, Rob is feeling a little guilty right now.

Because, during dinner tonight, I seemed to see similar expressions on the other Oathship Ships as well.

"I don't care, I'm going to give it a try!"

As she spoke, the initial ship girl began to take action.

Before long, strange wails from Luo could be heard coming from the room, such as "I'm definitely not going to make it today~" and "Quack! Yorktown, save me!"

...

The next morning, Luo emerged from his room feeling as if he were floating.

He had just stepped outside when he saw his beloved little Belfast.

The little maid is currently following behind Belfast, diligently learning all the essential maid skills.

However, to Rob, this topic always seemed very familiar.

"Ah, good morning, Belfast, and little Belfast, come here, give me a hug!"

Ignoring Belfast's wishes, Rob gave her a big bear hug.

Fortunately, Belfast, who is as kind as an angel, does not blame Luo for this incident.

"Hmm... Commander, good morning!"

Yes, little Belfast neither called Robo "master" like her "mother" nor followed her "father's" advice to call him "papa."

Ultimately, after some discussion, Belfast chose the most common title – Commander.

This made Rob very sad for a while.

"Hey Belfast, what are you teaching our daughter?"

Of course, Luo would still refer to Belfast as his own daughter on many occasions.

This has greatly angered the other pledged ships in the port area.

After all, in Donghuang, there is a saying: "A mother's status rises with her son's."

Now, in the port area, Belfast's status is even starting to rival that of the corporation.

This made the Oathship Ships, led by Zhenhai, feel a great sense of crisis.

However, this sense of crisis also transformed into various kinds of motivation.

It is foreseeable that Luo's days ahead will not be easy.

Rob's gaze fell on several targets not far away.

There are now several gleaming throwing knives stuck in it.

The combination of the white-haired maid and the throwing knives... something just doesn't seem right to Robo.

"Hmm, Master, Belfast is training Belfast's torpedo handling skills~"

"torpedo?"

Rob looked at Belfast with a bewildered expression. Using throwing knives to train torpedoes—this whole thing sounded so unreliable.

"I think Belfast, you should stop wasting your time."

Rob scratched his head.

He turned his head and looked at Sirius and Dido, who were rushing towards him from behind.

"We'll have to change clothes sooner or later anyway. The child is still young, so let's make her life a little easier."

"That won't do, Master. As a maid, everything must be done perfectly!"

"Hmm! Commander, Belfast will do her best!"

Hearing the head maid say that, a fighting spirit appeared on little Belfast's innocent and adorable face.

As expected, Robo couldn't comprehend the nature of maids.

"No, Belfast, I won't talk about the child anymore. You should also consider changing your clothes."

Seeing that the head maid had no idea what to do, Rob felt that things couldn't go on like this.

So he decided to try to persuade him again.

"Besides, if you don't take it, how will they take it?"

As he spoke, Rob glanced at Sirius and Dido, causing the two maids to immediately lower their heads.

"If they don't take it, how can the maid squad better represent the image of the port?"

"..."

Belfast fell silent; clearly, this time, Rob's words had won her over.

"Yes, Belfast will consider it. She will give you an answer soon, Master."

Belfast pursed her lips and nodded, as a response to Rob.

"Okay, I'll head over now."

Seeing that the head maid had finally relented, Robo felt he had finished his task. He said goodbye to Belfast and turned to leave.

...

In Robb's office, he is currently looking at the message that just came from White Eagle.

An envoy from the White Eagle is about to arrive in Donghuang.

Among the delegation's list, Rob had quite a few acquaintances from White Eagle.

Even the captain of the Pearl Harbor flight squadron, who routinely gets kicked by the old man, came along.

"Wow, the old man, Enterprise, Bumblebee, and Dean Saratoga."

"Yes, William is here too, it's a pity Garcia isn't. Looks like that kid is still rich after all, he doesn't need to get involved in these things."

As he spoke, Rob picked up another telegram.

The reason why Garcia, this big spender, didn't come with the group is quite simple.

This kid came alone.

Don't ask why, I'm rich and I can do whatever I want.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Rob's desk lay several other telegrams from various factions.

Without exception, they all applied to "visit" Donghuang.

"Wow, how long has it been since this place has been this lively?"

Zhenhai, who had been summoned by Luo Bo early in the morning, casually flipped through the telegrams, a playful smile on his face.

"Moreover, it's clear these people are in a hurry..."

Rob threw down the documents in his hand and leaned back in his chair.

"The Sardinian Empire's exposition is in just one month."

"They can't even wait this little bit of time."

"Hehe, it seems that the Sirens' surprise attack really hurt them and scared them."

Zhenhai picked up where Luo Bo left off and continued.

"It seems that these people have only one purpose in coming here."

"As for buying the mechs, White Eagle has already written it out directly; they don't intend to hide it at all."

Rob casually tossed the telegram from White Eagle in front of Zhenhai.

"The Sirens' previous actions made all factions realize their own shortcomings."

"However, climbing technology takes time."

"Besides, who said that buying a mecha means it's necessarily for fighting Sirens?"

"The current situation can be described as a new arms race."

"However, we are the ones who call the shots in everything."

"Zhenhai, are you ready, my strategist?"

As he spoke, a long-lost smile of a model citizen appeared on Robert's face.

Chapter 452: The White Eagle Mission

Now that news has been received that White Eagles are sending people, Rob, as the host, should make some preparations.

Although Rob is now running a monopoly, he's still a man of the game and has to maintain a certain air of importance.