The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

He smiled and said that his sister had become caring and had really grown up.

Then Bal was so embarrassed and angry that he said a few more stubborn words and then left.

But at this moment, Richelieu was not in the mood for such a joke.

Instead, she stroked her forehead and said, "I, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go back first..."

Having said that, he left the church with a heavy heart, regardless of Jeanbal's call from behind.

Jeanbal touched his chin, feeling somewhat doubtful and a little worried.

It doesn’t look like there’s something wrong with his body, but rather like... he’s worried?

It seemed as if Bart had grasped something, but also as if he had grasped nothing.

She shook her head gently, and her smooth flaxen ponytail swayed behind her.

Well, let Dunkirk ask later.

As a place to have a heart-to-heart talk with Richelieu's confidant, Dunkirk is the most suitable place.

As for myself... forget it. The thought of that scene gave Bal goosebumps all over his body.

Taking a step with his long and taut legs, Bal decided to go look for Dunkirk.

Richelieu's situation still needs to be clarified.

…………

Dunkirk walks on his way to Richelieu's room.

I was originally researching new desserts with Neptune.

As a result, Jeanbal came to find him.

Without saying a word, he dragged himself away.

However, Jean Bart was concise and made things clear in just a few sentences.

Dunkirk understood that he was asked to find out about Richelieu, right?

Dunkirk also smiled secretly. How come the relationship between Richelieu and Jean Bart was somewhat similar to that between Bismarck and Tirpitz before?

They are two weird sisters.

A clumsy older sister and a younger sister who doesn't know how to express herself.

So Dunkirk felt a sense of responsibility as a caring older sister.

He patted his chest and stirred up a surging wave to indicate that it was all his responsibility.

This is how the scene of looking for Richelieu came about.

Richelieu's door was not even closed. It seemed that he was really worried and began to feel dazed.

Dunkirk was, after all, Richelieu's best friend.

Without knocking, he pushed the door open and walked in:

"Richelieu, are you there? I'm coming in."

"Richelieu~, Richelieu, you..."

Dunkirk looked around the room, trying to find any trace of Richelieu.

When she saw Richelieu sitting by the window, she was stunned for a moment.

Richelieu sat there upright, bathed in the sun.

The sunlight shines on Richelieu, and the light and shadow interweave, like a beautiful painting.

Long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a cherry-red mouth.

There was a hint of melancholy and confusion on the delicate face at this moment.

Combined with the archbishop's robe, she looked like a saint in confusion.

But Dunkirk is still a beautiful girl no matter what.

He soon came to his senses from his astonishment.

She approached Richelieu quietly and said:

"What's wrong? You look so deep?"

Richelieu shook his head slightly:

"Nothing, I just don't know what's going on in my heart. Do you know?"

Faced with Richelieu's naive words, Dunkirk couldn't help but laugh:

"You don't even know your own thoughts, how can I know?"

Richelieu seemed a little disappointed, lowered his head, and muttered:

"But, doesn't Donghuang always say that a bystander sees more clearly?"

Dunkirk dragged a bench and sat down in front of Richelieu, then held Richelieu's hand and said softly:

"Tell me what's going on. You look so depressed, which is not the way for an archbishop."

Richelieu hesitated for a moment, but looking at his friend's eyes, he also wanted to talk.

"Actually, it's like this..."

Richelieu expressed his thoughts, but it must be said that after speaking them out, Richelieu immediately felt much better.

After taking a breath, Richelieu placed his hands on his chest and said in a brisk tone:

"After I said it out, I felt much better."

Dunkirk said: "So, you have to learn to talk. If you keep it in your heart, look at what Bismarck was like before. You don't want to become like that, do you?"

Richelieu had long heard of Bismarck, the iron-blooded chancellor during the war.

I shuddered at the thought that I might become like that.

"Oh, I will communicate with you if I have anything in my heart in the future...but you are not allowed to tell anyone."

Richelieu said.

Dunkirk said: "Don't worry, my mouth is tight."

Looking at the well-behaved Richelieu, Dunkirk also found it very interesting.

It is very rare to see Richelieu like this.

It seems that this matter really troubled Richelieu.

Richelieu then asked: "So, do you have any suggestions?"

Dunkirk said:

"Actually, you're just asking for trouble."

Richelieu was a little confused, with doubts in his beautiful eyes.

She looked at Dunkirk quietly, as if waiting for what was to come.

Dunkirk cleared his throat and continued:

"You don't have to worry at all. Ask yourself what you really think. Is that you, my commander?"

"If you are really unsure, then try to get closer to my commander. This way, perhaps you will be able to understand your own heart."

Dunkirk's voice is soft and beautiful.

It's like a perfect lullaby...

But the effect of this lullaby is not hypnosis, but a different kind of psychological suggestion...

At least it works for Richelieu now.

"Okay, I understand. I'll give it a try when the time comes..."

Miss Archbishop also seemed to have made up her mind.

Dunkirk gave a big "yeah" in his heart.

As one of the "victims".

Dunkirk knew all too well the charm of his commander.

One's own commander is to a ship girl what catnip is to a cat.

It's simply impossible to control it.

The closer you get, the more you will be mesmerized, even to the point of losing your mind...

It seems that Richelieu will have to live in the port area permanently in the future.

Dunkirk continued:

"Richelieu, you can go back to Egil or Amagi or Zhenhai for this matter...but the most important thing now is to go and see Jean Bart for a while, right?"

"Barr?"

Richelieu tilted his head as if there was a question mark on top of it, and he looked very cute.

Dunkirk said, "Yes, Bar asked me to come and talk to you. It can be seen that she still values ​​you as her sister. Otherwise, she would not have taken the initiative to come to me. You don't know that she directly pulled me away at that time, and I couldn't stop her..."

Hearing that his sister was so worried about him, Richelieu felt warm in his heart and was very touched.

"Bar..."

Richelieu's rose-like eyes were filled with tenderness, so gentle that it seemed as if tears could overflow from them.

She chuckled, as if she had thought of the most beautiful thing in the world.

When Dunkirk saw Richelieu like this, he knew that it was safe.

Sisterhood, and then there's the existence of Commander Catnip...

Richelieu, the big orange cat of the Iris Theocracy, may be trapped in the port area forever.

Dunkirk smiled calmly, hiding his achievements and fame.

After Richelieu was dealt with, the only things left were the two more difficult shipgirls...

Dunkirk felt a headache when he thought of the white-haired guy from the Iris Theocracy.

This is a truly Buddhist shipgirl. Besides, there is nothing irreplaceable in the port area that she wants...

Game consoles, snacks, vacations, these are what everyone has...

Dunkirk thought it would take some planning.

As for Joan of Arc...

Dunkirk has communicated with Zhenhai and Tiancheng.

But the answer was that it was not the right time yet.

As for when is the right time...

Both of them said that it is the busiest time at the end of the year.

Dunkirk said he didn't understand, but was willing to follow orders.

391. Richelieu, stop drooling

"In summary, can I temporarily serve as the secretary ship of the port area?"

One morning, Richelieu explained his purpose very sincerely.

And expressed his own ideas.

But Egil and Zhenhai in front of him seemed a little confused.

He said that he had seen someone suddenly come to discuss business with his port area.

I have seen him before. He suddenly came and said he wanted to cooperate.

However, this is the first time that a special contract has to be established with one's own port area right from the start.

Egil said, "No, I heard you correctly, right? You mean to say that I want you to be the secretary ship beside the commander for the next two days?"

Richelieu nodded: "Yes."