Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Even the way they addressed their own commander became much gentler.

"However, since you've helped me come up with a solution, I'll reward you!"

"That's my rule."

"???"

Jeanbart turned around to face Robb.

"Um, although I don't know what you're planning to do, we're still in the sky, okay?"

Looking at that delicate face less than ten centimeters away from him, Luo Bo felt a chill run down his spine for some reason.

"Heh~ Shut up, Commander, I know what I'm doing!"

Before Rob could refute, a pair of cool lips pressed against his.

...

By the time Robb and Jeanbart returned, it was nearly dusk.

Pushing open the door and entering his room, Robb discovered that Richelieu had been waiting there for quite some time.

"Huh? Why are you here? Where are Belfast and the others?"

Rob looked around and found that he did not see his maids.

"Hehe~ Miss Belfast and the others have gone to prepare dinner. What? Commander, it's me. Am I disappointing you?"

With that, Richelieu sat up from his chair, put down the book in his hand, and slowly walked over to Rob.

"No, no, no, that's definitely not the case, it was just a bit of an accident."

Immediately, Rob shook his head.

"Hmm~ The Commander smells like Jean Bart~"

The bishop sniffed lightly, then looked at Rob with a sly grin.

"Commander, did you take this opportunity to sneak a bite?"

As he spoke, Richelieu reached out and wrapped his arms around Rob's neck, pressing his face close to Rob's.

Rob turned his head away, feeling a little guilty.

"Don't talk nonsense, your sister and I are completely innocent."

While Rob wasn't lying, he was still talking nonsense.

All I can say is that Luo stole a bite, but didn't get to eat it all.

Hehe~

Richelieu merely chuckled at his commander's sophistry.

Then, she pressed her face against it.

"Commander, you lied~ So, you need to be punished."

As Richelieu slowly approached, Rob could only think to himself, "They really are sisters."

...

After a while, the punishment from the bishop ended.

Rob can now sit comfortably in his chair.

"So, the royal family is about to give in?"

Richelieu had come specifically to wait for Robb, and naturally, he had important business to discuss.

Of course, it is undeniable that their relationship has progressed very quickly recently.

"The information obtained from Clemenceau is correct."

Richelieu nodded.

"However, there's some news that's still uncertain. Would the Commander like to hear it?"

"Tell me about it?"

"The Royal Family and the White Eagle seem to have had some contact with the Northern Alliance and the Ironblood behind the scenes."

"It seems they are plotting something together."

"Royal White Eagle, Northern Union, and Ironblood."

"So, everyone except us is here, right?"

"Ah, we haven't gotten any information from Sardinia yet. After all, they're just here to observe this meeting."

The usually meticulous bishop immediately corrected Rob's mistake.

"Heh~ This is interesting."

The scene before him instantly brought Rob's memories back to his previous life.

It has to be said, this situation is incredibly relatable.

For example, things like North X or Europe X.

"In that case, it's time for us to make our move."

After thinking for a while, a smile appeared on Rob's face.

"After all, what we hold in our hands is something absolutely unique in this world, isn't it?"

Chapter 662: A "Pie" from the Royal Family

A few days later, the negotiations finally made some progress.

The royal family has finally relented.

Regarding war reparations, they drastically reduced the amount.

Even with the reduced budget, Ironblood should still be able to survive if they have to endure a few tough years.

With the Royal Family agreeing, many issues can now be discussed further.

However, just as the various factions at the main venue were arguing about the next steps, a secret meeting was quietly taking place in an inconspicuous tavern in the city.

"To be honest, I don't think the place you chose is very good."

The Prince of Wales casually tossed aside his hat and scarf, which he used to conceal his identity, and sat down on a cheap wooden chair.

The old chair suddenly creaked.

"Oh, what does it matter!"

"The beer here is really flavorful!"

Prince Eugen, who was in charge of choosing the location, arrived here early.

Judging from the numerous empty wine glasses on the table and floor, she had been enjoying herself for quite some time.

"You're still the same, Eugen."

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, the Prince of Wales picked up the remaining glasses on the table and took a large gulp of beer.

"Hoo-ha~ Hiccup~ Okay, okay, we're not here to reminisce."

"What, haven't the others arrived yet?"

"Oh, everyone, I'm sorry to have to wait."

Just then, North Carolina walked in.

In terms of clothing, she was more covered up than the Prince of Wales.

Even her long, golden hair was completely covered up.

Now, she's run into a little trouble—it's wrapped up so tightly that it's not easy to take it off.

Seeing this, the Prince of Wales raised an eyebrow and a smile played on his lips.

"It seems you need some help, ma'am."

...

After some effort, North Carolina finally managed to shed all its pretenses.

She blushed slightly as she looked at the Prince of Wales and said, "Thank you... thank you so much..."

As for why she blushed, well, it's because a certain lady's hand wasn't very well-behaved just now.

However, despite the fact that there were indeed rumors about the Prince of Wales, North Carolina did not consider that possibility, simply believing it to be an accident.

"Hehe~ You're the same, still the same as always."

Prince Eugen, who had been observing everything, glanced at the Prince of Wales, who was rubbing his hands together slightly, and said calmly.

...

Before long, all the people involved in the meeting had arrived.

Aurora from the Northern Union and the Skyhawks from the Sardinian Empire also took their seats.

"Alright, ladies, I won't waste any more time."

"To put it bluntly, His Majesty has prepared a plan."

“A plan specifically designed to revitalize our Europe.”

As the royal representative who initiated the meeting, the Prince of Wales spoke first.

"A fact has already been presented to us."

"The rise of Donghuang is already a foreseeable fact."

"However, that doesn't mean we can't do anything."

"Although, that person commands the most powerful fighting force in the world."

"However, this does not mean that his Eastern Empire has no weaknesses."

As he spoke, the Prince of Wales paused for a moment.

Her red eyes swept over the assembled ships.

"Industry, economy, and so on. It can be said that, apart from military combat, the ancient Eastern Empire is weak in every aspect."

"And we can put more effort into this."

"This is also the second purpose of this plan."

...

That evening, a brief plan was placed on Bismarck's desk.

She looked at it over and over again, but still couldn't find any hidden traps.

If this plan is successfully implemented, it is foreseeable that the economy of Ironblood will experience rapid development within the next twenty years.

Even including the huge war reparations.

Furthermore, the Royal Family and the White Eagle will allow the Ironblood to lend them money, at very low interest rates.

The cost, however, is merely that Ironblood needs to make some minor changes to its industrial structure and sign an agreement on intellectual property rights.

From any perspective, this looks like a support policy.

Ironblood can gain enough benefits from this plan.

So good that Bismarck once wondered if the Royal Navy and the Eagle Union were actually his hidden allies.

Or did Frederick the Great plant seeds of dissent in both camps?

Bismarck rubbed her forehead and looked at Prince Eugen beside her.

What do you think of this plan?

"Hmm? If you're asking me..."

Prince Eugen thought for a moment, then said with that familiar smile on his lips.

"If we look at this plan alone, there is no doubt that it is advantageous to Ironblood."

"Ah, that's what I think too."