The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

Who doesn’t like a cute and serious small business?

The deity we come into contact with most often is the female Kitchen Goddess.

It's not just because they usually have their own jobs, the more important reason is that the female Kitchen God hides small businesses like she hides anything else.

Especially against Essex.

Today, I was finally able to take a closer look at the small business. For some reason, Essex's face flushed.

My breathing also became a little vinegary.

"Were the enterprise seniors so cute when they were little?"

Essex asked.

Yorktown waved goodbye to Riverside and smiled, "Yeah, cute, right?"

Yorktown continued, "Would you like a hug?"

Small businesses are like delicate dolls, staying obediently in York City's arms and eating quietly.

At this time, let the sisters be a little more caring. This is also the responsibility of younger sisters.

Essex's breathing became more rapid: "C-can I?"

Essex pupils tremble, small business predecessors, sweet and soft small business predecessors.

Cleveland smiled awkwardly and said, Essex, that's enough. What's the difference between you and the one in the royal family?

York City agreed, but the Kitchen Goddess snatched the small business from York City's arms with a vigilant look on her face.

"No! I don't agree!"

Essex was stunned, and then said helplessly: "Goddess of the Kitchen God, it's meaningless if you act like this..."

Yorktown also said: "Yes, Enterprise is my sister, and she is also the ship girl of our port area... Why are you stopping her?"

I always thought it would be fun to say this.

The female kitchen god said: "No, I can't let Xiaoqie-chan be defiled by Essex, a nympho."

Essex said in disbelief: "Nude? Who?! Me?!"

The female kitchen god argued: "Otherwise, look at what you look like now!"

At this time, Small Business actually raised his head, looked at Essex, and nodded in agreement.

Essex, sunk.

277. Tirpitz the Rebellious

Although the banquet was a family dinner, it was still very lively.

While several members of the White Eagles were "playing around" with small businesses, the Royal side was plotting a rebellion.

The Monarch and the Vanguard were talking enthusiastically about Queen Elizabeth, and were also thinking about when to let Queen Elizabeth retire.

Then the vanguard took office quickly.

This topic was extremely dangerous, and Hermione, who was listening to it, was sweating profusely.

No, what kind of ship girls are there in this port area? They are so wild.

Have you known our Miss Avant-garde for exactly a week?

Are you starting to feel like you've met too late and are you talking about such a dangerous topic right away?

Moreover, the two of them argued with reason and spoke eloquently, but...

Should Hermione feel that there is a glimmer of truth in this? !

Hermione was horrified at the thought.

Oh no, this port area is poisonous. It can make the taciturn Miss Avant-garde so eloquent.

Hermione thought it was strange and looked again.

As for the Iris Theocracy...

Jean Bart said impatiently: "Richelieu, I told you, I'm not your sister, you have no right to interfere in what I do!"

Richelieu was not annoyed, and continued to follow Jean Bart and mutter:

"Okay, okay, I'm not your sister, so just pretend I'm not your sister. But you can't drink like this. Drinking is bad for your health. You need to be more ladylike."

"Also, your words and actions are also bad, which can easily cause misunderstandings among your colleagues."

"I don't mind if you misunderstand me. I understand you, but if your colleagues don't unite well, what if you are isolated in the future?"

"What if I'm not popular and can't catch your commander's eye?"

"And what if there's no one to support us on the battlefield? Have you ever thought about this?"

"And..."

Richelieu continued to speak, and Bart was so impatient that he almost lost the desire to live. His eyes almost started to circle, and he was just short of starting the night attack group ⑥九④九三六壹③五始阿巴阿巴.

Dunkirk was extremely surprised: "No, Richelieu has this side? I have known Richelieu for a short time, so I don't know him. Joan of Arc, what do you think?"

Joan of Arc rarely showed humor: "I stood and watched... Well, I have never seen Richelieu look like this before. It is really strange. He usually doesn't take anything seriously."

"How could Richelieu, who even laughed at malicious laziness, be so talkative in front of Jean Bart?"

Evil was in a good mood. She had changed out of her knight dress and was now wearing home clothes. She looked like she had just come downstairs to get a takeaway and was about to go home.

Seeing Richelieu like this, I was actually relieved.

With some cheerful feeling:

"Isn't this a good idea? It gives Richelieu something to do. Besides, it's also good if it's like this."

The vicious words were not finished.

That is, if Richelieu had focused all his attention on Jean Bart, Joan of Arc would definitely have been worried about Richelieu's image and work.

If this is the case, then no one will come to stop me from slacking off, right?

What congressman, what job! Throw it all aside!

Dunkirk?

They are comrades, all comrades of the Vichy Church! They don’t care!

Moreover, Dunkirk also told me privately that if I got used to staying in this port area and felt good about it, I would just stay there.

Then no one will take care of me!

Hehehe, without Richelieu, Joan of Arc and Dunkirk, I, Vicious, would be the boss of the Iris Theocracy!

"Stop talking, stop talking, isn't it enough that I listen to you?"

Jean Bart could not bear it any longer and showed signs of collapse.

Richelieu looked relieved: "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier?"

Then, he really stopped talking. But before Barre could breathe a sigh of relief, Richelieu continued:

"By the way, where is your dormitory?"

Jean Bal held his head with both hands and screamed, like a little goblin who collapsed in the face of Tang Monk's talkative tactics.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Shouting this, Jeanbal ran away in pain.

"No, what happened to Jean Bart?"

Ren Anhe was stunned when he saw Jean Bart fleeing in panic.

"Who knows? Perhaps Richelieu has started to chant?"

Prince Eugen expressed his gloating expression.

She happened to pass by the pair of sister ships, and after listening to Richelieu's mumbling for just a short while, she felt extremely overwhelmed.

Not to mention Jean Bart, who was always being hounded and talked about.

"Prince Eugen, this is a bit unkind of you."

Tirpitz called Prince Eugen by his full name, with some dissatisfaction in his tone.

"What's wrong, my dear Grape?"

Prince Eugen looked puzzled.

Tirpitz said: "Are you going to help the royal family bully our Bismarck?"

Tirpitz thinks that Prince Eugen has betrayed you. It is said that your commander asked you to borrow luck points last time, and then a bunch of royal ship girls were built directly.

Now you are helping Royal Hood to bully our Persian cat. You are really capable of this, you traitor Prince Eugen.

Bismarck looked at his sister with great satisfaction. How wonderful! His love for his sister was not in vain and she even knew how to protect her sister.

Well, I'll treat Tirpitz better next time...

Then Prince Eugen pulled Tirpitz aside and whispered:

"Well, your sister said it herself. If she loses, she'll run around the harbor handstand while washing her hair... I really want to see it. Don't you want to?"

Tirpitz sneered: "How could I possibly want to see it? I am Bismarck's relative..."

Tirpitz seemed to have heard something, and lowered his voice even more: "What do you think Bismarck is going to do?"

"Standing on your head, washing your hair, and running around the harbor."

Prince Eugen answered honestly, but his eyes looked like a devil tempting people to fall.

Tirpitz coughed dryly, then said: "Although I am Bismarck's biological sister, but... well, I won't make excuses, I also want to see it..."

After coming to the port area and working with a group of social elites, Tirpitz's introverted personality was gradually developed and he became a lot more lively than before.

Especially under the influence of Prince Eugen, he is running towards becoming a pure pleasure seeker.

Prince Eugen nodded with satisfaction. Today's mission was accomplished. Once again, an originally honest ship girl was "fallen".

very nice.

The two people were whispering to each other, but Bismarck did not eavesdrop. Instead, he could not help asking:

"What are you two doing sneaking around like that?"

Prince Eugen immediately waved his hands: "Nothing, nothing..."

Tirpitz said sincerely: "Sister, I think you need some new challenges after living in comfort for so many years, so...Prince Eugen has done a pretty good job."

Bismarck: “……?”

Good guy, you can't stand being praised, right? I just said that the younger sister knows how to love the older sister, and the older sister can't be stingy or anything like that.

Now you're going to play this trick on me?

Tirpitz, you are amazing, are you my biological sister? Is it really like what people say, that you, Tirpitz, were actually taken away by mistake by York City?

Hood had been listening quietly at the side, and was very happy to see Bismarck being defeated by his sister.

She couldn't help but say, "Hehehe, so, Cricket Bismarck, you were backstabbed by your own subordinates and your own sister. You should go back to bed and don't embarrass yourself."

Bismarck was furious and retorted directly: "But I have a sister, and you don't even have a sister! Oh no, you don't have any ship girls who are related to you! You are a lonely person!"

Hood's face looked a little ugly: "You are looking for death, are you sick?"

"Come on, do you want to fight on the training ground? If you don't fight, you can call me mom and I won't call you Bismarck!"

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate again, Ren Anhe quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker.

But today there is no need for Ren Anhe to take action.

Because Sirius rushed back from Belfast and grabbed Hood, and then Frederick the Great appeared and directly suppressed Bismarck...

By the way, he was holding the hand of Hu Teng, who looked reluctant.

Following behind were Ron and Mainz.

Ren Anhe felt a little puzzled when looking at Frederick the Great with a gentle expression.

No, how did you do it? You tamed the iron-blooded ship girls in my port?

If someone doesn’t know, they would think you are from our port area.