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“Miss Veneto, I think your idea is somewhat wrong.”

"In my opinion, Romulus, even in his romanticism!"

"romantic?"

"Yes! Romantic!"

"Furthermore, Miss Veneto, there's a saying you've probably heard before."

"All roads lead to Romulus."

"So, given this, can we also understand that Romulus wasn't heading in just one direction?"

"To love the world is romance; to create the future is also romance!"

As he spoke, Rob's voice became rather loud, probably because he had been drinking.

Fortunately, there was no one else around.

“Miss Veneto, you need to broaden your thinking.”

"To recreate, or even surpass, Romulus's glory, you must make Romulus the only thing you see and the only thing you touch."

It must be said that Veneto, as the flagship of the camp, was still somewhat naive.

So, in their current state, she and Robert are characterized by one daring to speak and the other daring to believe.

While Rob was rambling on and on, Veneto's eyes were practically sparkling with wonder.

(Indeed, what was recorded in the ancient texts was true. This ancient camp was the one that understood Romulus the most!)

Thinking of this, Veneto's gaze toward Rob took on a different hue.

Chapter 591: Terrifying: Hehe, here I am again!

Rob and Veneto's dinner did not last long.

Veneto seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted and left satisfied.

Rob, on the other hand, was simply concerned with his own reputation.

After all, Luo's reputation internationally has never been very good.

Now, based on the principle of saving as much as possible, Rob is unlikely to stay with Veneto too late.

"Let's go, Sirius, let's go back!"

After calling to his little maid, Rob walked outside.

"You, I told you to come over and eat with me, but you just wouldn't budge."

"Master...Master."

Sirius, who had been scolded by Rob, shrank back and didn't dare to talk back.

"Forget it, let's go back and see what else we can find to eat."

Rob knew the personalities of his maids quite well.

On a normal day, if Rob, as the master, insisted, the maids would sit down and eat together.

However, once they are in a formal setting, no matter what Rob says, they will strictly abide by their rules as maids.

This was a major headache for Rob.

...

Back at his hotel, Rob entered his room and saw Enterprise and Belfast waiting for him.

The head maid was alright; while Rob was away, she simply cleaned the room.

As for businesses...

Although Robb finished dinner with Veneto not late, it wasn't exactly early when he returned to the hotel.

To some extent, these are relatively well-behaved companies with very fixed working hours.

She should have been in bed by now.

However, in order to wait for her commander to return, she forced herself to sit on the edge of Rob's bed and did not fall asleep.

But...

If I had to describe her appearance, "chicken pecking at rice" would be a fitting analogy.

"Master, you're back. It seems that young lady didn't have much of an appeal to you~"

Rob could only respond with a smile to Belfast's teasing.

"Sirius hasn't eaten anything yet, let's find her something to eat first."

“Belfast has already made preparations. Sirius, dinner is in your room; there’s nothing more for you to do here.”

"Understood, Head Maid!"

Sirius bowed to Rob and then turned and left.

Immediately afterwards, Rob looked in the direction of his own starting ship.

It was clear that the woman was indeed tired; the conversation between the group hadn't woken her up at all.

"Why did you have to do that..."

Smiling and shaking his head, Rob walked over and laid Qigong's body flat on the bed.

This action finally woke her up.

"Well..."

The company rubbed its eyes and found Rob's face right in front of it, its eyes widening in surprise.

"Commander, you're back!"

"Ah, I'm back."

"Ah~ that's good. Goodnight, Commander!"

Seeing that Rob had returned safely, the company was relieved.

She skillfully pulled the blanket over herself and went to sleep fully clothed.

"Go, go wash up! What kind of behavior is this!"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow! I'm going to sleep!"

It's obvious that the company has been spoiled by someone to the point of being lawless.

Without the pressure from Yorktown, she was indeed quite free to do as she pleased.

Soon, the sound of the company's steady breathing came from the bed.

"Master, do you need Belfast's help?"

"Never mind, let her be."

To reiterate—someone really spoils the company quite a bit.

"By the way, where's Belfast?"

"The child is already asleep."

“Although she is a maid, she is still a child. Belfast naturally wouldn’t make too many demands on her.”

When talking about her "daughter," the head maid, who was usually strict with the maids, showed a gentle expression.

"That's good...that's good."

"By the way, that Veneto from the Sardinian Empire, I always felt that there might still be something wrong with her."

As he spoke, Rob briefly recounted his dinner with Veneto that day to the head maid.

As for Europe, the head maid is the one who knows the most about it.

"Hmm... judging from what you've said, Commander, that young lady seems to be fine."

"In fact, this is what makes her normal."

After hearing what the head maid said, Robo finally understood why Littorio and the others preferred Marco Polo rather than trust their older sister.

As the flagship of the faction, he was preoccupied with restoring Romulus's glory, but he could not find a clear direction.

If she were an ordinary ship, that would be fine.

But she happens to be the flagship.

If this continues, there will be no other outcome than leading the entire camp astray.

...

After tidying up, Rob went to sleep. I have to say, having a big pillow makes sleeping so much easier.

Of course, the fact that this cushion can sometimes hurt your back is another story.

Nothing happened that night, and the next day, Rob got up early.

The companies around you naturally won't be starting up.

Rob hadn't even had breakfast when the energetic New Jersey found him.

"Honey! Let's go to the beach! The beaches in Sardinia are so much fun!"

Perhaps each ship has some unique hobbies.

For example, people in Harbin love to soak in public bathhouses, while people in Dunkirk are dedicated to making delicious snacks.

New Jersey, on the other hand, seems to have a strong interest in going to the beach.

While still a student, New Jersey invited Rob to vacation in Hawaii together.

Of course, Rob was still a poor student back then, so he couldn't possibly play with a rich girl like Iowa.

Moreover, Rob didn't really understand why New Jersey wanted to go to the beach.

You have to understand, New Jersey was a ship, a battleship, at least back then.

As for ships, unless they are like those in Iowa that mainly focus on administration, their normal workplace is the open sea.

So, following this line of thought, going to the beach in New Jersey can be understood in this way.

"Let's go out and have some fun?"

"where?"

"Oh~ at the entrance of the company building."

This is something no one can understand!

"Sweetie, stop fooling around. If you really want to go to the beach, we'll talk about it when we get back."

As he spoke, Rob called New Jersey over, trying to calm the excited bunny down.

"You go to the beach here to play, but Sardinia has to clear the beach for you. At this time, can you please stop causing them trouble?"

"Huh...how could this happen!"

Upon receiving Rob's negative reply, a hint of disappointment appeared in New Jersey's eyes.

However, Rob couldn't do anything about it.

According to his estimation, he probably wouldn't have much time to rest.

Just as Robb had predicted, Richelieu had just arrived at the Free Iris cultural center when he saw what seemed to be a long-awaited horror.

And this was not long after the two of them last met.

Good morning, Cardinal.

Good morning, horrible.

“Cardinal, I have come here to convey Lord Clemenceau’s request.”

"what happened?"

"She needs you to fetch something."

"what?"

As if he had thought of something, Richelieu's eyes widened involuntarily.