Come and connect with me!

His eyes went from bright to dim, and finally, holding the hand-painted notebook, he walked towards the rooftop step by step.

First, a few people screamed in surprise below the building, and then, accompanied by the sound of wind, more and more people gathered together, like a colony of ants chasing blood.

There was only a drawing book that fell on the roof. The book was open, and at the moment the boy stopped breathing, one of the illustrations shook slightly.

It depicts a young man with silver hair and crimson eyes. He holds a long sword tightly and roars to the sky, as if he wants to break through all obstacles...

In the countryside near Tokyo, Takashi Matsubara was pondering over his manuscript.

The content has already filled up several pages of manuscript, but I still can't decide on the title.

He looked out the window at the sound of birds singing and insects buzzing, recalled the unforgettable time a few months ago, and solemnly wrote a name on the title.

【Re:CREATORS】

Minor changes to the main world

Chapter 191 Return

Azur Lane Port Area.

The dimensional gate standing behind the command room still glowed, with two circles circling around each other as if they would never stop.

"Pull?"

A yellow chicken flapped its little wings, blinked its black bean-sized eyes, and flew over with great effort. A clean hand caught it and touched its head skillfully.

"Thank you very much."

Noshiro half-crouched with a gentle smile on her face.

She turned around and saw Alice, who had stepped out of the dimensional door, looking around nervously. Then her body swayed, her eyes turned white, and she fell on her back.

"Eh?"

The green-haired cat shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that the welcome party will have to wait until the debugging is completed, meow."

A few barbarians came over with a stretcher, threw the five newcomers who were lying dead as soon as they arrived at the port onto the stretchers, and jumped towards the research center. A black figure followed in a flash, Akashi waved to Wuming, and left with his sleeves tucked into his pockets.

When Wuming returned to the port again, he felt as if he was in another world and even felt a little sad for a moment.

"What are you still doing here, husband?"

Noshiro took a few steps, then suddenly turned around and waved at Wuming.

"Come right away."

He looked at the ghost girl sparkling in the sun, then looked at the big white fox beside him and nodded heavily.

The three of them walked slowly towards the dormitory. The barbarians worked hard to water and cultivate the plants on both sides. After the head maid's redesign, the plants on the roadside became more graceful. Plants of different colors flourished, and the colors were mixed together to form lions, crowns, horses and other European manor styles. After walking for a while, the construction style of the plants changed again. The flowers mixed with red and black had a familiar cool feeling. These flowers grew on trimmed tall branches, shaped like a world-destroying dragon with spread wings.

"Husband, it seems that the port area has changed a lot during the few days we were away."

Noshiro winked at Wuming.

He had already felt it, because after the road section dominated by red and black, a cold statue with white and black as the main colors and a cold-land flavor appeared. It was a sculpture of a half-squatting white bear with a few cute little bears around it.

"There have indeed been significant changes, and I think they are moving in a positive direction..."

Before he finished his words, a beam of red light shot out from the direction of the dormitory, melting the beautifully carved white bear in front into molten iron.

"develop."

Wuming said the second half of the sentence in a low voice.

At the same time, the azure blue beam of light responded without any hesitation. The black and red dragon behind it, which looked like the ship-mounted dragon beside Frederick the Great, was coated with frost white by the blue beam of light and broke into pieces.

Noshiro blinked and burst out laughing.

"Hey, Noshiro, what do you think?"

Wuming said with a dry laugh.

"Hmm, I was thinking that we could plant some cherry trees on the two vacated plots of land."

Noshiro smiled slyly at Wuming, and Shinano lazily opened his eyes and nodded very seriously.

"Cherry blossoms are very beautiful. We can make cherry blossom cakes to eat."

The big white fox licked his lips, with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

"Add some salt, it's delicious."

Shinano looked at the melting white bear and the cracked black dragon, and swept his tail. The big furry tail instantly knocked these broken things away, and the flower dragon and the iron bear were thrown into the sea.

At this time, the sound of light footsteps was heard not far away.

The silver-haired head maid smiled as another loud explosion sounded behind her.

"Should I say long time no see or good afternoon, Master?"

"How about another explanation?"

Wuming said softly, Belfast tilted his head, then felt his body tighten, and he was already tightly held in Wuming's arms.

"I missed you so much, Befa."

The head maid was a little stunned, then she curled her lips and hugged back gently.

"I missed you too, Master."

After a long while, the head maid gently loosened her hands, lifted the long hair beside her ears, and said with a smile: "Tell me the story at night, Master. You came at the right time. Although it is important to keep things fresh, it is a little too fresh now."

She looked up and saw Noshiro and Shinano, who were excitedly thinking about what new things to plant, and she sighed imperceptibly.

Yesterday, after Wuming left, Soviet Rossiya, who was strolling around, saw that the port area was decorated in royal style and expressed his opinions very directly.

"When it comes to art, the Northern Union is just as important as the Royal Family!"

Adhering to Wuming's vision of an equal port area, the head maid readily agreed to her proposal to participate in the construction of the port area, and Frederick the Great and the company did not object.

At night, everyone witnessed the power of the Northern Alliance. Nearly half of the garden area of ​​the entire port was covered with clean frost flowers, white bears, snow, ice sculptures, and even white doves calling for peace, red fruits and golden wheat ears symbolizing a good harvest, and clasped hands symbolizing unity.

Whether it was cast in tin or shaped in ice, in just a few hours, the port area already had the flavor of the Beilian special berthing area.

In response, Enterprise and Belfast both expressed their dissatisfaction in a tactful manner. The excited Soviet Rossiya also scratched its head embarrassedly and planned to dismantle it on its own to make room for others.

Up until this point, the situation was actually developing normally.

It was only when everyone gathered together to chat that the situation became complicated by the dispute between Soviet Russia and Frederick the Great over art.

"Soviet Russia, please stay calm, dear, in the port area you want to build, everyone can have their own ideas. You are obviously too confident in the art of the Northern Alliance."

"Based on the standpoint of the Northern Alliance Shipgirls, I personally think superficially and subjectively that the Northern Alliance's art is the best in the world."

Soviet Rossiya raised her head slightly and said with an unquestionable look on her face that these two ship girls have been unwilling to admit defeat since they met.

So Frederick the Great naturally responded.

"Then, based on the Iron-Blooded Shipgirl's standpoint, I personally, superficially and subjectively think that your confidence is the best in the world."

The black and white ship girls stared at each other for a long time, then sneered together.

'Then let's have a competition! '*2.

The two confident ship girls bring amazing action power.

Even though they both exercised some restraint and didn't change the entire port area, the two of them had already selected the scope of the competition. On the way from the dimensional gate to the command room, it was obvious who the judges would be.

“This is a disaster.”

Wuming pressed his temple, looking helpless.

"This is just the appetizer of the disaster, dear master. Think about it, when hundreds of ship girls gather together, the disputes they bring will not be just this small competition."

Wuming nodded silently. Beside him was the head maid who was still smiling. Not far away, two figures, one black and one white, were already waiting.

"What if I say it's all good?"

Belfast looked at the two men who were eager to try and answered in a low voice.

“That means it’s all bad.”

Chapter 192 A Gift for Everyone

The sea breeze blows on the port area non-stop. Even though outside the port area there is salty and hot wind rising from the scorching sun, the inside of the port area still maintains the most comfortable temperature for the human body.

However, in this theoretically most comfortable temperature, Wuming's forehead had already begun to sweat.

On his left sat Frederick the Great. Perhaps considering today's work, she wore a business-style suit, translucent black stockings on her thighs, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, and her long hair was tied up, revealing her fair and delicate neck. She held the ship's baton in her hand, and the Longlong ship's suit was lying on the ground weakly.

"My dear, now that I'm back, I think our little competition with such a huge difference should be over."

Frederick the Great adjusted his glasses, and the trust in his tone made Wuming couldn't help but touch his forehead.

On his right sat Soviet Rossiya. This ship girl from the Northern Union had adapted to the environment quite well. She had long ago taken off her thick snow-white winter clothes and replaced them with a burning red windbreaker. The snow-white tall hat was nowhere to be seen. Her long silver hair was simply tied into a ponytail, her snow-white thighs were exposed, and she was wearing red strappy high heels on her feet. There was a small bow-shaped decoration on her ankle. The ship uniform that exuded coldness was stepped on by her and drooped helplessly.

"That's right. After all, it's a private matter. I think the commander will be more inclined towards his wife."

Soviet Rossiya said in a calm tone.

Then two equally beautiful women turned their heads.

"Well, speaking of which, I also brought back new partners this time. Akashi is helping them debug, so we'll be able to meet them soon."

Soviet Rossiya raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "Don't change the subject, Comrade Commander."

Wuming shrugged and said, "Of course there is one more thing..."

His gaze turned to Noshiro. The demon girl who had been watching the show for a long time came here slowly with her hands behind her back.

"What do you want to take, sir?"

The warehouse in the port area can be accessed from any location, but after leaving this world, the link is disconnected, so the things Wuming picked are stored in Noshiro's hands.

"The piano I bought in that store was said by the owner to be the treasure of the store and would only be provided to the best performers, and I happened to know such a person."

Noshiro blinked, rummaged through her ship uniform, and carefully lifted out a plain-looking piano. Wuming still felt a little unnatural to see a petite girl holding up a piano that was four times her size with one hand.

Frederick the Great then threw away his baton, seemed to have forgotten about the competition, and stroked the piano with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's a European-style handmade product. Judging from human efficiency, it might take a master craftsman more than half a year to complete it..."

Frederick the Great gently opened the lid of the box, then nodded at the Dragon Ship, which immediately floated over unwillingly and transformed into a black leather seat.

The next moment, the clear sound of piano was heard here. The bits of music were as light as feathers brushing across the heart, as gentle as the evening breeze, and as bright as a rainbow. It was a wedding dedicated to lovers.

Soon, the song ended, and Frederick the Great gave Wuming beside him a big hug. Fortunately, the cushion protected him and did not suffocate Wuming.

"Like it?"

Frederick the Great nodded heavily, his eyes full of joy.

"How long did it take you to pick it?"

"It didn't take long. After all, pianos everywhere are good, so I asked directly which one was the best and most expensive. It took me a lot of effort to get it from the boss. In his eyes, I must be a rich idiot who brought this big thing back just to collect dust."

Wuming recalled his previous purchasing experience and felt a little troubled.

Frederick the Great chuckled when he heard this, turned his head and said to Soviet Rossiya who was listening to the piano music, "You win, the art of the Northern League is the best in the world."

Soviet Rossiya looked at her happy smile and said speechlessly: "You make me look boring."

"Now that my dear is back, I am not bored anymore. You can live your life with your art."

Having said this, Frederick the Great restrained his smile, took Wuming's arm, raised his chin, and spoke to Soviet Rossiya.

The latter rolled his eyes.

"Well, Frederick, where are the others?"

Wuming was enjoying his wife's softness and was surprised to find that except for the two of them and the head maid, everyone else was missing.

"Well, well..."

Frederick the Great was suddenly stuck.

Two battleships that looked quite angry were together, and there was a roar every once in a while. Although the guys who came to watch the fun didn't mind making trouble, they didn't want to get themselves dirty, so they went to the cafeteria to eat snacks or stayed in the dormitory. The only exception was Enterprise. She couldn't sit still, so she found a nautical chart and patrolled around the port.

"Comrade Commander, although I don't really want it, I also want to know if there will be any gifts for me when I return from my trip."