Come and connect with me!

The blue-haired beauty standing next to Saratoga had a hint of mockery in her tone.

"You're so busy giving a speech here, but you don't have the energy to help me press the machine? I think the main control system in the port area must be mocking me. It probably thinks I'm crazy!"

Saratoga said angrily.

The screen was densely packed with the White Eagle General Port's defense systems, from the wide-area shield system that was still in the research and development stage to the drone interception system. In total, dozens of different defense systems were reminding newcomers of the possible harm that might be caused.

"You are the acting flagship. Only you and the enterprise have the authority to shut down these things. If I come, the main control system will definitely think I want to rebel and simply detonate the entire port area... Phew, fortunately I anticipated that this kind of thing would squeeze out a lot of my rest time."

St. Louis spoke slowly. The reconnaissance plane was already hovering over the sea. In the lighthouse-type control center high above the port, with the super vision of the Rubik's Cube ship, he could see several people getting off the plane and landing safely on the sea from a not-too-close distance.

One of the companies seemed to have noticed something, raised his head and waved at them from a distance, making St. Louis' smile a little stiff.

"Can the Enterprise detect us equipped with a camouflage system from more than five kilometers away?"

Saratoga finally closed the last dialog box. As the reconnaissance plane stopped, the screaming alarm finally stopped, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, the simplest way is to grant the reconnaissance aircraft flight permission. After being regarded as a friendly unit, the main control system that includes dozens of kilometers in the defense range will be as quiet as a chicken.

But no one mentioned this.

"When Enterprise came back that day, he asked me if I was willing to believe the so-called future man in the port area. My answer at that time was that it depends on the situation. Now, St. Louis, do you hope that Enterprise in the port area is a future man or an alien?"

Saratoga watched with interest as Enterprise and White Eagle Enterprise said goodbye.

"She must be from the future, otherwise it will be troublesome."

"That's right. So, the future companies are very powerful. It's enough to be sure of this. It would be even better if we could get some future technology. However, since our future companies didn't take the initiative to bring it up, they obviously have concerns. I really hope that this concern is because of some science fiction world setting like quantum mechanics or parallel worlds. If we are given something, the future will be destroyed."

St. Louis saw Essex clinging to Enterprise's waist tightly, crying shamefully, and refusing to let go.

"Maybe it's because we don't have anything to exchange? After all, the enterprise is not ours. She has to consider her port area."

St. Louis shook his head and watched as Casablanca began to help pull Essex off the enterprise.

"Enterprise is not such a person. I have worked with her for many years. Apart from Yorktown, I am confident that no one knows her better than me. She is not someone who is willing to care about her own gains and losses. I can only say that I am grateful for the Battleship Protection Ordinance."

Saratoga said in a sophisticated manner, her pink twin ponytails twitching up and down.

"So what about Reno? I'm a little worried about her current condition."

St. Louis watched as Enterprise and Casablanca, holding Essex in each hand, struggled to rush towards the port area. Enterprise, whose clothes were disheveled and sweaty, breathed a sigh of relief, waved to his three companions, and boarded the reconnaissance plane as if escaping. However, this time, the reconnaissance plane, which had just entered the speed of sound, only marked the target to be observed in yellow on the radar and watched her go away.

"So what? You've read the information. The future commander came to the past and fell in love with someone from that era. Wow, that's just like a Hollywood blockbuster. Do you want us to play a cameo as the villain?"

Saratoga glanced at St. Louis.

"Reality is not a movie or TV show. Why, do you still want Reno to give birth to a savior?"

St. Louis said helplessly.

"If it can allow future companies to join us, sacrificing a Reno is not out of the question... Are you scared?"

Saratoga stole a glance, but saw that St. Louis showed no reaction at all.

"No, you've never done this kind of partner-swapping drama. That man is a playboy. There's no need to let Reno fall into the trap. Well, you should mention it to her."

St. Louis shook his head and turned away.

Saratoga yawned and turned all its defense systems on again.

Sea surface, sky, seabed.

Countless of the world's top technological achievements have transformed the White Eagle Port Area into an impenetrable defense network.

White Eagle Enterprise returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and threw himself on the bed.

She took out the small mirror on the bedside table, and the eyes of the person in the mirror were completely coated in gold.

.............

[Enterprise: I'll be back soon. How have you been these past two days? ]

A barbarian held up a sign with the company's communications content on it.

"Please reply for me and say that everything is fine... Never mind, I'll say it myself."

After seeing the words [Please reply for me...] on the sign held up by Man Jiu, Wuming took the sign reluctantly and started writing.

In the office, he was playing games on the universal game console given by Akashi.

There weren't actually that many matters piled up, especially since the port was now self-sufficient and no longer needed to patrol the ocean or escort cargo ships. After Wuming had dealt with all the previous documents, he had nothing to do.

Soviet Rossiya is not someone who can sit idle. In addition to being the self-appointed secretary ship, she is also responsible for planning the port area. She is now discussing something with the head maid.

[Wuming: A lot of things have happened, but I want to talk to you face to face. The only thing I want to tell you in the communication is that I miss you very much.]

Chapter 225 How Could This Exist?

Royal White Tower.

"Please be classy, ​​young lady."

"Haha, the attempt to detain the embodiment of darkness has sounded the death knell for the royal family!"

"Hey, could you please communicate in a language that everyone can understand, Miss?"

"Change my clothes first!"

"I'm sorry, you've come all the way here, can't you see it?"

Belfast said in a calm tone.

This is the dressing room of the White Tower, a secret garden belonging to Her Majesty the Queen.

Gorgeous and deep lace patterns, oriental embroidery patterns, sensational collages inlaid with jewels and diamonds, pure white and clean elegant long skirts...

She is passionate about dressing up, loves beautiful things from all over the world, and collects luxury goods from all over the world.

This is the wardrobe Her Majesty the Queen built for herself.

The only difference is that ordinary women can only buy a large wooden or metal cabinet, and those with a little savings will choose to set aside a small room to keep their dreams, while Her Majesty the Queen's dream requires a whole magnificent palace to satisfy.

Covering an area of ​​more than ten thousand square meters, the entire floor is covered with handmade carpets, and all the items hanging in the air are rare and unique pieces. The queen's hands embrace all the beautiful things.

From the magnificence of Byzantine in the Middle Ages, to the natural posture that highlighted the body lines in the Renaissance, to the gorgeous exaggeration of the Baroque style in the Enlightenment, and the extreme beauty of the Rococo period, and finally, to the flourishing fashion scene in the modern era.

There is no doubt that this dressing room, which can be regarded as a museum of aristocratic clothing, includes almost everything that Her Majesty the Queen loves in this world.

But it's only almost, and some things are not something Her Majesty the Queen can get just because she wants them.

After all, the royal family does not have the final say in this world. Even though the Royal Family and the White Eagles together occupy three-fifths of the world, the rest is divided up between the Red Axis and some idle forces. What is unbearable is that the magic cube ships of those weak forces have time and again rejected the requests of Her Majesty the Queen and gave up on throwing themselves into her arms.

Until a few days ago, Her Majesty the Queen thought that it would take a long time to obtain a Rubik's Cube ship.

The head maid Belfast was wearing a white modified maid outfit, with a plain white apron over a dark blue skirt, a white hairpin on her head, and her silver hair falling down to her ears.

"Your Majesty's orders are absolute, and you were brought back by His Excellency the Prince of Wales. Weren't you brought back willingly?"

The head maid raised her head slightly and looked at the Rubik's Cube ship wearing a black lace maid outfit.

"I've told you many times, someone from your royal family told me to meet on that island!"

Count Zeppelin blushed and shouted to the head maid.

After meeting the Prince of Wales that day, he was deceived by her sweet words and thought that she was her good friend [Iron Blood Number One in the World], so he followed the Prince of Wales onto the ship in a daze.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already arrived at the Royal Family, had taken off her ship uniform, and was tricked into wearing a maid outfit before she realized what was happening.

"Anyway, Her Majesty is negotiating with your superiors and should be letting you go soon."

The head maid thought of Her Majesty the Queen's order and said with a slightly embarrassed tone, "Besides, your clothes are still wet after being washed. Wearing them like this will affect your demeanor."

Count Zeppelin hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of what he was wearing, he became angry.

"No, absolutely not. I won't wear this. Is it possible that there is not even a single piece of clothing other than a maid outfit in such a huge white tower?"

The head maid said apologetically, "I'm sorry. As you can see, the entire [Dressing Room] is based on your Majesty's body shape. You can't wear clothes like this. What you are wearing now is my spare clothes. Besides that, His Excellency the Prince of Wales does not live here. The White Tower is where Her Majesty the Queen stays. Besides Your Majesty, there are only maids."

Count Zeppelin clenched his fists in anger and dived into the dense forest of clothes.

Long skirt? Lolita body type.

Plaid shirt? Lolita body type.

Dress? Lolita body type.

Count Zeppelin looked at the clothes in the room with despair, and sincerely felt the malice coming from the world.

The Umbrella Bar

"If you don't like it, I can give you this one."

The head maid silently counted down to five in her heart.

5.4.3 .......

"No, just this one."

Count Zeppelin held his forehead blankly and staggered out of the locker room.

There were many maids on the road, all looking at the new silver-haired maid with curiosity. The head maid followed calmly behind her, watching Count Zeppelin angrily push open the door and come to Her Majesty the Queen's reception room.

"...That means there might be some new changes to the Siren, right?"

"That's a possibility. After all, the Siren shouldn't be so bored as to set off fireworks."

Sitting on a comfortable bright yellow sofa, Her Majesty the Queen propped up her face and looked absentmindedly at the huge floating screen. On the screen was a mature woman with blonde hair and a military cap. There was no emotion in her deep blue eyes. She was just calmly stating the facts.

"Hey, quickly call out this guy called 'Iron Blood Number One in the World' from your royal family. How long does that bastard want to deceive me?"

Count Zeppelin walked over angrily, and Bismarck on the floating screen frowned slightly.

"Haha, I invited you here to thank you. If you tell me the internal information of 乯铁血, I will definitely give you a reward."

Her Majesty's eyes lit up, with a sly smile on her face, and she glanced at Bismarck's reaction from the corner of her eye.

"Wha, what?"

Count Zeppelin saw Bismarck's slightly dissatisfied expression and his tone became a little flustered.

She was wearing a black maid outfit at the moment, the hem of the skirt only barely covering her thighs, leaving large areas of healthy skin exposed to the air. There was a heart-shaped gap in her chest, through which a spherical abyss could be vaguely seen. She had a black Katyusha on her silver hair, and both hands were covered with black mesh gloves.

"Yeah, yeah, this maid costume is not cheap, and its defensive power is also excellent. The shape and design are also carefully designed by my personal tailor. It should be very comfortable to wear."

Her Majesty the Queen had a wicked smile on her face, which successfully made Bismarck's face even uglier.

"What did you reveal?"

She stared at Count Zeppelin in silence. The invisible pressure made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Which port area did Prince Eugen go to with her? The information obtained will be very useful."

Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.

Bismarck frowned and looked deeply at the queen.

"But what I know is that it was your country's Prince of Wales who took my foolish subordinate away. Your Majesty, there is no need for you to instigate."

Her Majesty the Queen tilted her head and let out a laugh as clear as a silver bell.

"Haha, interesting, but if you only invite me, there's no way I can discuss the Sirens."

"Of course, but the Sakura Empire hasn't accepted my invitation yet."

She paused and saw a figure light up on another floating screen.

"Hello, Bismarck, and Her Majesty the Queen."

Saratoga greeted warmly.

"There's no need to reiterate what we discussed before, Saratoga. What do you mean? Or is the enterprise really that busy?"

Bismarck said calmly.

Saratoga looked at Count Zeppelin in a maid outfit and burst out laughing. She secretly gave Her Majesty the Queen a thumbs up, and the two of them laughed together.

I've long known that the queen has a bad taste, but I didn't expect that she would actually succeed.

Saratoga was halfway through laughing when she suddenly felt a chill and quickly spoke with a stern face.

"Ahem, sorry, Bismarck, I just thought of something happy. Um, your proposal should be to find a place to gather and discuss how to jointly deal with the threat of the Sirens?"

"Yes, but the problem now is that there shouldn't be a place in this world that can remain absolutely neutral and accept both of us."

Bismarck said faintly.