Azur Lane Mobile Front.

All they asked was for the Ironbloods to return all the occupied territories and pay war reparations.

It seems that the rumors circulating about the good relationship between Ironblood and the Northern Union before the war were not unfounded.

As for Donghuang, Luo made it clear that he was just there to watch the show and that the rest of the people didn't need to worry about him.

Of course, nobody believed it.

...

Inside the lounge of the conference venue.

"Those royal bastards are absolutely amazing!"

Luo, who had just sat down, couldn't wait to express his dissatisfaction with the royal camp.

"Others are just harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting others), but the royal family is actually planning to uproot the entire land, right?"

"Master, be careful, the walls may be eavesdropping!"

Belfast gently massaged Rob's throbbing head.

The head maid's cool fingers pressed against his head, bringing Rob a moment of clarity.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Belfast, I was just too excited. Please don't mind."

The head maid's voice reminded Rob that the royal family was, after all, his sister's "family," and he still needed to give them some face.

"Mmm~ Master, have some fruit."

At this moment, Little Belfast also handed over the peeled fruit.

Rob patted Belfast's head, took the fruit, and popped it into his mouth.

"No, Master."

Belfast smiled and continued her massage.

Just then, Richelieu and Jean Bart also pushed open the door and walked in.

Normally, irises have their own resting room.

Unfortunately, only Clemenceau and her entourage were usually in that lounge.

Both Richelieu and Jean Bart spent most of their time in the Eastern Empire.

(Clemenceau: You two got caught by me!)

"Commander~"

After greeting Rob, Richelieu naturally found a seat and sat down.

Little Belfast naturally served her hot tea.

After smiling and stroking Belfast's head for a while, Richelieu finally picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Commander, I think we should talk to His Majesty the Royal Family?"

"Given her conditions, Iron Blood would absolutely never accept them."

"Isn't that a certainty?"

Rob closed his eyes, enjoying the head maid's massage.

He continued, "The war reparations alone are enough to cover Ironblood's revenue for nearly twenty years."

"If Bismarck could agree to this, we might as well just merge the Ironbloods into our ranks."

"At least, my prices aren't that high, and I can still feed the lower classes of Ironblood, right?"

"Hmm? Commander, you're already eyeing Sangvis Ferri?"

"Stop messing around, I was just saying. Do you really think I'm Superman, that one person can manage so many factions? Give me a break!"

Hehe~

"I think you're really capable of managing things, since you mostly leave the rest to others anyway."

On the other side, Jean Bart muttered to himself while eating a snack.

"Ok?"

Then, she immediately received a warning look from her older sister.

"Hey, Commander, what are those Royal Navy crewmen so fixated on with that absolutely ridiculous condition?

Jean Bart, who was glared at by his older sister, quickly changed the subject.

"Huh? You still haven't figured this out?"

Robb sat up, looking at Jean Bart with a puzzled expression.

At the same time, Richelieu looked at his younger sister with the same gaze.

"I...I asked you because I didn't understand!"

Jean Bart blushed slightly as the two of them stared at him like he was an idiot; it was rather cute.

"Fine. The Royal Navy doesn't want Iris and Ironblood to cease hostilities, huh?"

"For the royal family, only a chaotic Europe is a good Europe."

"Just you wait, this is nothing."

"The royal family will relent on this condition in a couple of days. Then, they'll come up with a condition that looks reasonable but is actually much more insidious."

"Next, we'll see if that prime minister will fall into the trap."

After saying that, Rob lay back down and continued to receive the head maid's massage service.

"..."

After listening to Robb's words, Jeanbart frowned and thought for a while.

Then...

She still couldn't figure it out.

However, Miss Pirate has one advantage: she can let go of things she doesn't understand very quickly.

"Um, Commander, I wanted to say..."

"What if Bismarck actually stepped into the pit?"

After a while, Jean Bart asked quietly.

"Ah~ then we'll just have to see how things go. I'll give her a hand."

"We'll just have to accept a loss; we can't let the royal family get away with it, can we?"

"Yes, hahaha~ We can't let those Royal Navy ship crews get the advantage!"

...

Meanwhile, in the Ironblood's lounge.

Bismarck was sitting in his seat, resting with his eyes closed.

Prince Eugen was drinking beer nearby.

Bismarck knew his old friend's character quite well.

Therefore, she did not stop him.

“Eugen, just as we expected, the Royal Family has indeed put forward these excessive conditions.”

"Do you think they'll agree to what we planned?"

"Hehe~ That's natural."

"Don't you and I both know His Majesty's temperament very well?"

"Now that the head maid has gone to Donghuang, no one in the entire royal family can persuade her otherwise, can't they?"

"Ah, you're right."

"However, the key now is to see what attitude the person from Donghuang has."

Chapter 661: Stealing Food? Like Stealing

As Robb had predicted, the multi-party negotiations entered a protracted period of wrangling.

Every day, the various factions repeat the same few phrases over and over again, phrases that have become tiresome to hear.

Even during this period, the people who could actually make the final decisions for each faction rarely appeared.

At this moment, Robb and Jean Bart were patrolling along the border between Iris and Ironblood.

In the previous battle, although the Iris faction advanced a certain distance.

However, because Ironblood destroyed most of the fortifications at the last moment, it made it difficult for Iris to defend.

Moreover, the size of Iris's land forces is currently quite limited.

Therefore, the actual results we have in hand are not many.

...

Because the two sides are currently in the negotiation stage, the border area is relatively calm.

Although small-scale conflicts occasionally break out, both sides are able to restrain themselves in time.

However, neither side has relaxed its vigilance along the border.

Otherwise, Robb and Jean Bart wouldn't have come to inspect the area in person.

It's worth noting that there are numerous historical examples of negotiations breaking down halfway through and escalating into conflict.

...

"Hey, Commander."

Inside the cockpit of the F-91 Gundam, Jean Valjean and Rob were huddled together.

The not-so-spacious space gave the two ample opportunity to break free from intimacy.

For example, right now, Miss Pirate is sitting in Mr. Luo's lap.

Luo even has ample reason to believe that a certain pirate lady who believes that what's in someone else's bowl is the most delicious is exactly what she's after.

"explain."

"After this, will I... never have another chance to teach those Royal Navy ships a lesson?"

After being ambushed by Jean Bart a few times, the Royals have learned their lesson.

All sorts of aerial patrols were deployed to prevent Barr from launching another surprise attack.

Besides, the royal family isn't stupid.

There are only a handful of ships in the world with "new ship equipment," and Jean Bart's is a unique "special machine" that is unparalleled in the world. As long as the Royal Navy puts in some effort, they will know who is secretly causing trouble for them.

Although the Royals won't say anything openly because there's no substantial evidence, everyone here is a player and understands the rules.

Many things require knowing when to stop.

"Oh, yes. What? Still not enough?"

"Tsk~ Not really..."

"only..."

"Still denying it~"

Upon seeing Jean Bart's expression, Robb immediately understood what the woman sitting in his arms was thinking.

"Although, it is no longer possible to directly attack the royal family as before."

"But Jean Bart, have you ever heard of... 'freedom of navigation'?"

"Ok?"

Rob reached out and stroked the pirate lady's long, smooth thighs for a while, then carefully explained to Jean Bart what exactly the so-called "freedom of navigation" he had just mentioned was.

Halfway through the conversation, Jean Bart's eyes lit up with an unusual light.

"As expected, you have a way, Commander!"

After listening to Rob's story, Miss Pirate's face lit up with a smile.