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"No, my world doesn't have high requirements for metal. The replacement has been given to Her Highness Akashi to deal with. She said it can be done within a week."

Wuming nodded and returned the drawing to her.

"I'll find what you need..."

Wuming was about to continue speaking when he suddenly paused. A ray of light flashed in the air. He looked at the email and pressed his head with a strange expression.

"Then Your Highness, please allow me to withdraw. I still have work to do at the research center."

As expected of a chatty woman who is well versed in human nature, when Meteora saw that Wuming looked unhappy, she calmly resigned.

"Oh, go ahead and get busy. Remember to eat on time."

When talking about eating, Meteora's expression became much softer.

The most delicious thing in this world is food. The young sage's lips curled up slightly at the thought of being able to eat it without any worries.

She is an old eater.

"Well, goodbye, your highness."

Her tone was still gentle, but as soon as she rolled up the drawings, Wuming didn't even hear the word "goodbye" before Meteora disappeared from the office. When she uttered the word "Your Highness", the voice of the young sage was already in the corridor outside the door.

Wuming couldn't help laughing.

People still don’t have the smell of food.

He also stood up, stretched his body, and went downstairs.

When passing by the park, Wuming suddenly squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil. He looked around to see that there was no one around, and clenched his fists suddenly, and it took a while before he quietly loosened his fists.

The soft soil in the palm of his hand was squeezed into a solid stone the size of a finger by the terrifying grip.

He stared at it for a while before throwing the stone down in disappointment.

"Next time, let's go find some carbon..."

Unable to replicate the classic plot, Wuming just grinned and put it out of his mind.

Night was about to fall, but the lights in the port area had already been turned on, illuminating the port area brightly. Not far in front of Wuming, a tall figure appeared.

"How was your afternoon, dear."

The visitor extended his hand to Wuming.

"Meteora came to ask me to choose the blueprints..."

Wuming spoke softly, clasping their fingers tightly, and the two of them walked along the cobblestone path, slowly walking towards the deepest part.

The tall trees blocked the light, and only the rustling sound of leaves flapping could be heard in the distance.

As the night deepened, Wuming and Frederick the Great leisurely walked into the bedroom. The head maid had an indifferent expression and spoke to Wuming and Frederick the Great.

"Master, do you have anything to eat?"

"Not yet. It's a little late for the game. Sorry, Befa."

The maid's long nose twitched slightly, and she turned slightly to push out the dining cart behind her. It was covered with a silver lid. She lifted it lightly, and immediately a tempting aroma filled her face.

On the dining car were the long-missed Donghuang dishes. Wuming didn't come to the cafeteria, which made the head maid a little worried. She always felt that Manju's cooking skills had regressed, making it difficult for her beloved master to swallow.

"Pumpkin porridge, pickled mustard tuber, fried buns... oh, and vinegar, all of which I like."

Wuming read out the dishes one by one with a hint of joy on his face, which made the head maid feel much more relaxed.

In addition, the missing Frederick the Great was apparently involved.

Tiexue's breakfast is rich, lunch is convenient, and dinner is simple, but this is not Tiexue after all. The meat on the plate is cooked carefully, and the soup is the classic cream of mushroom soup. The aroma of the fat can fill a hungry belly and warm every night's sweet dreams.

Frederick the Great sat lightly beside Wuming and winked at him.

"what......."

The latter picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fried bun, tapped the edge of the bowl gently to shake off the thick fat on the edge, and then gently brought it to her red lips.

Frederick the Great chewed and took note, feeling nourished by both the feeder and the food itself, his round eyes narrowed into crescents in comfort.

She swallowed the food, picked up a piece of cut barbecue with a fork, and before handing it over, she did not forget to put it to her red lips and blow gently.

“Chew chew chew…”

First, the two people exchanged food, and then Frederick the Great held up his face and fed Wuming with a happy expression.

"Mrs. Frederick... Is this enough for you?"

The head maid said casually.

"Of course, after all, I'm too full."

Frederick the Great licked his lips and glanced over the mushroom soup.

Chapter 271: Reserved Backhand

The next day at nine o'clock in the morning, in the open space of the port park.

"Good morning, Enterprise."

Frederick the Great smiled and waved at White Eagle Enterprise, who rolled his dead fish eyes and stared at her.

"Did you sleep poorly last night?"

"hehe."

White Eagle Enterprise sneered and said nothing.

Naturally, the female kitchen god's medical skills are not bad. As a proper maintenance ship, her main responsibility is to go out with the fleet and quickly replenish the fleet during the intervals between battles. In just one or two hours, she can restore a smoking cube ship to health.

But her occasional bad taste is unbearable, especially yesterday, when the nutritious meal that was hard to describe not only helped her body recover well, but also cast a shadow on her psychology.

"Don't always have a stern face. Life is like a box of chocolates. Be happy. Since you have tasted the bitter one, maybe the next one will taste sweeter."

Frederick the Great comforted her indifferently, and saw White Eagle Enterprise standing straight and said to her.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. The chairs in the harbor aren't stickers. Why don't you sit down?"

Yellow seats can be seen everywhere in the park, and there is a cat lying on one of them, sleeping soundly. Frederick the Great looked at the bench covered with a thin layer of morning dew besides the cat, and naturally grabbed the little yellow chicken to wipe the chair, then lifted her skirt and sat on it. She put the cat aside, and she didn't realize that she was used as a rag.

"call......."

White Eagle Enterprises took a deep breath and said with a fake smile: "You said before that we would meet at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. What time is it now?"

Frederick the Great's expression froze. He raised his wrist and saw that the hour hand on his delicate ladies' watch was clearly pointing to nine.

"Well, I think I can explain..."

As the saying goes, being late is a lady's privilege, but Frederick the Great never thought so. A tough man could not accept others' lateness, and he could not tolerate his own unpunctuality.

She had just begun to speak when she interrupted herself awkwardly.

"...Ahem, sorry, this is indeed my fault. Well, since I don't have a penny in my pocket, it seems that there is no way to compensate you. If you are still angry, you might as well hit me twice. People who make mistakes should be punished."

Of course, some things cannot be explained in front of outsiders. Even if it is an enterprise in this world, it is not the ship girl of this port after all. So she restrained herself from telling her the truth about getting up late and could only simply propose a punishment.

"Forget it. I'm not the type to beat someone up when I'm angry."

White Eagle Enterprise shrugged and immediately sat down on the bench. The two of them were not far apart, with a wild cat lying in the middle.

"Since we've already been delayed for two hours, we might as well chat."

White Eagle Enterprise said this as she looked at the park. The ground was covered with green grass. It was obviously natural plants, but it was so clean that there was not even a speck of dust. Even if she lay on her back, there would be no slight pricking sensation. The annoying mosquitoes were also extinct here. The overall atmosphere seemed to be beautified and unreal, like the wild world that only existed in fairy tale books. She had the illusion that as long as she sang, the little animals would come and dance together.

"Of course, if you want."

Frederick the Great responded softly, tilting his head slightly and asking, “Although it may sound a little late now, I think it’s better to ask than not to ask;

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Enterprise, how was your day last night?"

"Very good. I almost don't feel irritable anymore. The hallucinations are gone too. I just have some dreams. There are a lot of stories in my dreams that I don't know if they are true or false. Overall, if it weren't for the increase in strength, I would have thought I was still as healthy as I was a week ago."

White Eagle Enterprises said so.

"now what?"

"Fortunately, there are no strange noises or hallucinations in my brain. It seems that the nutritious meals of the Goddess of the Kitchen are not tasty but they are still very effective."

White Eagle Enterprise said with some hesitation that if you only look at the effect, the weird-tasting paste is much better than the one in White Eagle Port.

Frederick the Great's brows relaxed and he nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good. The backup plan I left for you was not used."

White Eagle Enterprises put his hand into his collar and grabbed the necklace.

"it is this?"

She always carries the icy necklace with White Eagle's body temperature. White Eagle values ​​freedom, but when faced with the existence that may endanger others, including herself, this value disappears.

Frederick the Great smiled at her.

"it is this."

Baiying Enterprise blinked and felt a cold hand patting her cheek gently. She lowered her head and found that a hand had suddenly grown on her collarbone, baring its fangs and claws at her.

"breathe......."

White Eagle Enterprise shuddered, then took a deep breath and looked at the culprit.

"mischief?"

Frederick the Great chuckled, stretched out his hand and pointed at the palm, which instantly turned into light and dissipated.

"I'm really disappointed. I thought I would see you screaming."

She watched White Eagle Enterprise regain its composure after a brief shock, and then said with a bit of boredom, "This is the backup plan. When you took the test, you were accidentally scratched by my toy and left your blood sample. I cultivated some active cells and left them near your neck. They can be activated when necessary and temporarily transformed into a palm as insurance."

White Eagle Enterprise was silent for a while and asked.

"Do you think I'm a child? You fainted from shock when you saw some extra parts on your body?"

"Of course not. You're not an easy opponent to deal with."

Frederick the Great paused and said.

"This is a means prepared to target your ability. If you went berserk because of metamorphosis when I wasn't with you last night, then you might be able to keep your ability activated at any time, and no one might be able to touch you... Well, Shinano is mysterious, and maybe he has a way to deal with you, but most people, no, it should be almost everyone in the world, can't deal with you in that state. But there is no perfect ability in the world. Your ability comes from your self-awareness, and of course you won't exclude your own body. This limb temporarily constructed with your DNA will quickly strangle your throat when you go crazy. After all, it was tested yesterday. You still need to breathe. If your brain is deprived of oxygen, even you will fall into a coma. If you can maintain your ability in a coma, the remaining program will continue to operate, synthesizing special inhibitory hormones in your body, and you will sleep like a baby for twenty hours, ensuring that I can come back even if I am on the other side of the planet."

Chapter 272: A Little Bit

“How thoughtful.”

White Eagle Enterprises said dryly.

There was at least one percent sincerity in her tone.

The remaining 99 percent are all feeling tired of the routine.

She thought that resting with the Kitchen Goddess last night was so that she could be with someone familiar and relieve her emotions.

"If you want to give a compliment, could you be more sincere or more direct?"

Frederick the Great didn't care about the dry tone of White Eagle Enterprise. She thought for a moment and suddenly said, "But speaking of it, I still have to compensate you."

"Mental damages?"

"No, it's a belated thank you."

"So you don't think there's anything wrong with growing a hand on my body?"

Frederick the Great blinked and made no reply.

She just glanced at White Eagle Enterprises, then raised her head slightly and looked at the black spot at the edge of the sky in the distance.

White Eagle Enterprise followed her gaze and his excellent eyesight easily spotted the figure of the Grim Reaper. This majestic bird circled around the port with its sharp eyes. Its reliable appearance was enough to bring Enterprise to tears just by looking at it.

"What happened to the child?"

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"Very good. Your little bird looks much cuter than the one from Enterprise. Well, I still prefer the little one that looks dangerous. The one from Enterprise is round like a ball, and the little ones like it very much."

Frederick the Great said softly, his eyes moving.

"Come to think of it, you don't seem to have a jet pack."