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"Isn't there any other way?"

Rob frowned and looked at Tiancheng.

"No."

"As far as I know, Prince Eugen viewed everything with a playful attitude."

"She's only interested in something because she finds it interesting."

"No matter how we handle it, the result is just that she finds this interesting from another perspective."

"As for her personally, it has almost no impact."

After organizing his thoughts, Zhenhai introduced Robert to the most authentic Prince Eugen.

After listening to the other person's explanation, Rob suddenly understood.

Isn't this the legendary entertainer?

That makes things really difficult.

After all, it's quite difficult to get someone who enjoys having fun to break down.

"However, there is actually another way to solve this problem, though it's not a solution."

Amagi narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping the folding fan in his palm repeatedly.

"The ultimate goal of everything that person did was to get the Lord to intervene and pull that Iron Chancellor out of a hopeless situation."

"If our lord can swallow this insult and follow their plan, the gains will likely be far more than just one or two ships."

"But, my lord, it seems now..."

As he spoke, Amagi looked at Rob with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"what do you mean?"

After Tiancheng's guidance, Luo Bo felt that he had also thought of a way to break the deadlock.

"My lord, all you need to do is kick the ball back exactly as it was."

"As for the one next door, it's not difficult for him to maintain the status quo for a short period of time without the master's intervention."

"Then the master will step in and explain the situation clearly. Tiancheng thinks that there won't be any major problems for that person."

"That person who is now unable to see the light is simply blinded by their own involvement."

With the final "snap" of the folding fan striking the palm, Tiancheng and Zhenhai's so-called plan was finally presented.

Rob realized that if he wanted to get revenge, he would have to give up a large sum of money that was right in front of him.

After sitting with his hands tucked in his sleeves and deep in thought for a while, Rob finally stood up without a word and opened the door.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the door next door being opened could be heard.

"Hmm, it seems the Commander is determined to prove himself?"

"Hehe, even the lord has his moments of capriciousness!"

The two strategists who remained in the room immediately smiled knowingly.

...

"elder brother!"

The temporary measures taken by Unicorn against Bismarck appear to have come to an end.

When she saw Rob walk in again, the girl immediately threw herself into his arms.

"You've worked hard, Unicorn."

Holding the girl in his arms, Rob gently stroked her soft back.

"Hmm~ It's not hard work!"

The girl, who was trying to bury herself deeper into the other person's arms, shook her head and uttered some unclear words.

"Alright, go play with Sister Zhenhai and Sister Tiancheng next door first, I'll be right there."

Patting the girl's head, Rob looked at Bismarck, who had already woken up on the bed.

"Hmm...okay!"

After glancing warily at the Ironblood ships present, the Unicorn finally obediently left.

"Gentlemen, I would like to speak with Lord Bismarck alone for a while. Would you mind leaving?"

As for Egil and U-556 in the room, Rob was not so kind.

At this moment, Bismarck also looked at the two Ironblood ships beside him.

"What, you're not even going to leave me this little bit of space?"

She opened her mouth, and the sound that came out was indeed hoarse and tinged with sadness.

This made U-556 feel a lump in his throat.

"let's go!"

She didn't care what Egil thought, and simply pulled him out of the room.

"Alright, they're gone. If you want to laugh at me, you can start now."

Bismarck lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Seeing this, Rob walked up to the other person, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Tell me about your situation first."

"For example, your ship equipment is completely different from before."

Want to know this...?

This issue is clearly a closely guarded secret.

But given Bismarck's current mental state, she didn't care about any of that anymore.

All ships, regardless of who they are, are quite emotional beings.

This is determined by the Mind Cube.

To some extent, the ships themselves are quite "super-powerful".

“Gerlyon is not a very complicated thing.”

When the other person spoke, Rob almost didn't react.

It took me a while to realize that the other party was referring to my ship's equipment.

Immediately, Rob looked at Bismarck with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

Have you started naming your ship equipment yet?

Chapter 797: Doctor Luo's Miraculous Healing Hands

After Bismarck's explanation, Robb gained a preliminary understanding of the other party's unique ship equipment.

At the same time, he understood why Prince Eugen was willing to take such extreme measures to forcibly send Bismarck to him for "treatment".

As ships become meta-ified, the MindCube will produce a kind of pollution.

This pollution is basically the same kind of thing as what we've seen before, whether in White Eagle or elsewhere.

The primary function of Bismarck's current ship equipment is to transfer the contamination from Bismarck's body to that equipment.

However, this is certainly not a long-term solution.

Prince Eugen must have known this, which is why he planned this operation.

Bismarck at that time was like a patient suffering from uremia.

That ship's equipment, named Gerlion, was her dialysis machine.

Now, she is a patient who carries a dialysis machine into battle.

Although she is unlikely to "die from the illness" in the short term, she will eventually collapse one day if this continues.

Judging from Bismarck's past situation, this day is probably not too far away.

...

"Alright, is there anything else you'd like to know?"

After his explanation, Bismarck lay on the bed and looked at Rob.

Those blue eyes were dull and lifeless.

Rob knew that this was the look in the eyes of someone who had lost all hope.

"Ah, I understand your situation."

"Now, the second question: before today, did you believe that Prince Eugen and other Ironblood ships were involved?"

Bismarck reacted quite agitated to Robb's question.

She sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes fixed on Robert.

She bit her lip, remaining silent, her eyes like those of a wild beast eager to devour the man in front of her.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. From Bismarck's perspective, Rob's problem was tantamount to rubbing salt into a wound.

"Okay, it seems you've given me your answer."

Ignoring the Persian cat's scratching expression, Rob shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

"Since that's the case, now you can listen to what I have to say."

Having obtained the answer he sought, Rob sat up straight, ready to give the "broken-down" iron-fisted prime minister a good talking-to.

"It's obvious that no one but me can solve your problem."

"No matter how your ship equipment called Gerrion works, you will inevitably end up being meta-ified."

"I believe you have no objection to this, right?"

As he spoke, Rob paused for a moment.

Bismarck nodded slightly, and her expression softened somewhat.

"Now, let's imagine it."

“Prince Eugen, or the entire Ironblood, what means would it take to get you—the leader of the Ironblood—to come to me?”

"And, you want me to willingly intervene and save you, a ship that is currently on the opposing side?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bismarck's previous ruthless and predatory demeanor vanished.

She kept a low profile, silently pondering the question Rob had just raised.

The result is obvious.

As long as I remain the iron-fisted leader, there is no chance of this happening.

Unless, like Sakura Empire or Iris Theocracy, the entire Ironblood would be brought under the control of the Eastern Empire.

However, even this is very difficult to achieve.

After all, the cake was too big, so big that even Rob hesitated to approach the inside, wondering if there was poison hidden there.

"It seems you've figured out quite a bit."

Seeing Bismarck's gradually easing expression, Rob knew that his verbal skills hadn't diminished.

At the very least, he had already won over this "Persian cat" in front of him.

“That’s right, Prince Eugen, he used a different method to try to achieve this goal.”

"I cannot intervene because you, Bismarck, are an iron-fisted leader."

"Then, if Bismarck is no longer the leader of the Ironblood, or even the Ironblood's ships."

"If you were to become a pitiful person betrayed and driven away by your friends, would I then lend you a hand?"

"After all, people tend to favor the weak, don't they?"

At this point, Rob has actually finished saying what he wanted to say.