The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

The resentment secretly sounded a wake-up call for myself.

After the prayer, Richelieu looked around at the decorations.

Originally, she thought that it was enough to use this church, but now she is already a part of the port area.

Then decorate your own "home" well.

Richelieu looked around and said thoughtfully in an empty place:

"Should we put some things over there? I feel like it's a little too empty. Do you have any good suggestions? Grudge?"

Yuanchou thought about it and suddenly had an idea:

"How about putting a confessional or two over there?"

Richelieu was stunned: "Confessional? This thing is not needed, right?"

But Yuanchou said, "I think it is necessary. It is called a confession room, but it can be regarded as a psychological treatment room... Everyone can come here to talk."

"Besides, if you are in a small room, you can't see your face, so you can talk about your inner distress more easily."

As Yuanchou said this, Richelieu's eyes lit up: "That's possible, but I've never done this before."

Yuanchou smiled and said, "Leave it to me. I'll take responsibility."

Richelieu said: "Have you ever done that?"

Yuanchou said: "Although not, I have heard a little bit about it..."

Richelieu then said with relief: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Yuanchou nodded and smiled in agreement.

But I was thinking in my heart.

There are only so few people in the entire port area, how could anyone not know who it is?

Besides, everyone's voice is very distinctive.

You can basically tell it as soon as you listen.

This place is mainly for the commander. When the time comes, I, the succubus... no, it's a nun.

You can also use this special scene to confess...

Well, let's put a punishment room on the side.

It is best to build it in the style of a secret room.

The commander will be able to severely punish the evil nun.

The more you think about grudges, the faster your heart beats.

Love involuntarily emerged in his eyes.

If Richelieu looked back at this moment, he would be able to see a look full of resentment.

Even her legs, which were not covered by the short slit skirt of the nun's uniform, were involuntarily clamped together.

If Richelieu knew what this guy was thinking, he would definitely curse at him.

This would be the same even if Richelieu was well-educated.

This is a holy church, not a place for you to play!

All in all, it seemed that the use of the church was going awry, quite unknown to Richelieu.

…………

Joan of Arc's office was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the pen scratching on paper.

The work documents around me were piled up like a mountain, so many that it was frightening.

But Joan of Arc, amidst these "mountains and hills", still had a terrifyingly calm expression.

The sound of writing stopped abruptly, and a touching smile appeared on Joan of Arc's face.

Smiling as if relieved, Joan of Arc stretched herself and moaned in satisfaction.

"It's finally over..."

Joan of Arc muttered to herself.

In this way, the handover and subsequent work arrangements should be completed.

The workload should gradually return to normal in the future, right?

It has to be said that Joan of Arc, the "Queen of Scrolls", is much better at arranging work than Richelieu.

Her work arrangements and reward and punishment measures were not only humane, but also greatly improved the work efficiency of the Iris Theocracy.

Moreover, the entire work will not be unable to proceed due to the absence of any one of them.

Joan of Arc poured herself a glass of hot water.

An inexplicable light flashed in those eyes that were as big as the sea.

This difficult time has passed, and now the next step is...

It's time for reckoning.

Joan of Arc took out a labor contract.

A sneer appeared on the holy face.

Combined with the surrounding light and shadow, the saint looks like a villain.

Joan of Arc casually threw the contract to the ground and stood up.

She walked out wearing silver high heels.

Vicious, huh?

It was fun to take advantage of the situation at that time...

But who knows if you yourself are the prey?

Now that the matter has been resolved, it's time to kill your donkey.

Thinking back to the smug "villain" face of the evil one, Joan of Arc became furious.

I still say that, you can do it for the first day in order to slack off, but I, Joan of Arc, can do it for the fifteenth...

It's just right to set it up as a model.

397. Vicious, the first person in history

Vicious has run out of stock today.

She was thinking of coming out to purchase goods.

Evil was picking and choosing in the warehouse in the port area with the list given by Jean Bart.

Hmm, this is the newest flavor of potato chips?

Yogurt flavor? What does it taste like? Try it.

And this, what kind of cola is raw cola? Try one of them.

The red screams...yue, it doesn’t taste good, I won’t take it.

Every time when I feel most comfortable outside, I choose to take over here.

When the food comes.

Watching your favorite food gradually fill up your little warehouse, the sense of satisfaction is incomparable.

He hummed a little tune viciously, and like a hamster about to go into the winter, he kept stuffing things into his warehouse.

It was not until they had taken all the things and were ready to leave that the gatekeeper Ding'an handed something to Evil.

"what is this?"

He looked at the envelope in Ding'an's hand viciously and asked.

Ding'an shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, it's a letter sent to you..."

Evil took it, looked at it in his hand, and then was very confused: "There is no sender? Just a letter?"

Ding'an said, "Oh, this was sent by Joan of Arc yesterday, and she asked me to pass it on to you... I was thinking that if you didn't come today, I would have given it to you."

He smiled maliciously: "Joan of Arc... Counting the days, it should be payday. This should be the pay slip."

Having said that, he put the letter into his ship's space and left quickly.

Ding'an shook his head, he was still young and vicious.

Looking at Joan of Arc's appearance, combined with her recent vicious behavior...

I guess it’s not a good thing.

However, what does this have to do with Ding'an, who is in charge of finance?

It seems that we have to discuss cooperation with Royal today, so let's go after getting ready.

Ding'an locked the door and left the warehouse.

…………

Vicious returned to the secret base.

She took off her shoes and clothes and got into her one-piece plush pajamas. The whole action was extremely efficient and done in one go.

You can tell at first glance that he is a veteran who has done this many times.

Jean Bart was reading a novel. Hearing the vicious noise, he said without raising his head:

"came back?"

Vicious hummed lazily.

I went to purchase the goods myself. Although I enjoyed the process, it was still very tiring. It was really hard work for me.

How about taking another day off tomorrow, Saturday?

Thinking so viciously.

Then start enjoying the few new flavors you picked.

Hmm, yogurt-flavored potato chips, the taste is a bit weird, but acceptable.

He smacked his lips viciously and then made a conclusion.

Her comment was that it was not as good as the lime and cucumber flavors.

As for this raw Coke...

After taking a big gulp, Evil almost spit it out and came directly.

Seeing the vicious person gargling his mouth non-stop, Bal was somewhat puzzled:

"What's going on here?"

Viciously said: "This tastes just like the devil."

Let Bal look at the viciousness and pour out the raw Coke, and immediately rolled his eyes:

"You're wasting it... And you make it sound like you've tasted the devil."

After slurring her mouth, Vicious said lazily: "It's just a metaphor... and it really tastes terrible."

Jean Bart said, "I know. I've heard people in the harbor talking about it."

Ding'an originally wanted to try this thing out.

As a result, all the little guys in the port area said that the drink was extremely unpalatable.

Ding'an also took a bite and had the same mask of pain on his face.

So Ding'an was very glad that he only scored a little bit.

He accused viciously, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Jeanbal rolled his eyes: "You didn't ask, and you're someone who surfs the Internet so often, but you don't even know the name of this Coke?"

He muttered viciously: "Damn it, what a mistake..."

"By the way, it seems that Joan of Arc is here today," Jean Bart said.