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Above the sea of ​​trees, Wuming recounted the story, and Enterprise and Frederick the Great were both silent.

"…That's about it. Basically, this is all tragedy. Pascal, the one with the round voice, has to destroy the attacking robots. The remaining robots will commit suicide out of fear. The collapsed Pascal will ask the protagonist to kill it."

Wuming also added a little about Pascal's ending, and it seemed that the two of them began to become depressed.

"Ah, think about the bright side. If I had saved them and we were all together, these tragedies wouldn't have happened!"

The two looked at him and seemed even more depressed.

Wuming also reacted and gave a dry laugh.

"Um, don't you have any suggestions for me?"

"I just feel that my lover is going to bring a woman to the port area again."

Frederick the Great said gloomily.

"You can think of the bright side. Now at most there will be a few more artificial humans. After a while, all the old friends will come back, and with dozens of wives staying together, you will miss the fact that there are only a few of you now."

The company's tone also had a rare sour taste.

"Hey, Enterprise, why are you like this?"

Wuming muttered quietly.

"Like this? What?"

The corporate gaze became dangerous.

"It's always like this, always like this! The strength of this company is still T1, but the breasts are only T4, there is no femininity, the expression is weird, and the smile is weird..."

Enterprise said this while tapping Wuming's chest with his fingers.

Frederick the Great deliberately moved away, folded his arms, and watched the show silently. Wuming's performance made both of them angry.

"Forget about these, but now I am the one being treated like this? Can't I just be jealous?"

The enterprise was getting closer and closer, and Wuming slowly retreated, but after pushing to a certain extent, he actually hit the wall - there was obviously no wall here!

Knowing that it was Frederick the Great who changed the venue, Wuming couldn't blame him. This time, he seemed to have completely ignited the anger of the company.

"Do you want your wife to talk to you openly about finding more wives for her husband?"

"Well, entering the port area is just entering the port area. How can it be said to be looking for a wife? The relationship between the ship girl and me is simply a superior-subordinate relationship..."

Wuming's weak explanation couldn't even fool himself.

"Yes, first we were superiors and subordinates, then we were secretary ships, then we went on a few expeditions, and we got married in two days!"

The enterprise's chest heaved up and down with anger, and now their foreheads were close to each other.

"I'm jealous, angry, and powerless. Wuming, I understand that the port area needs strength, and I know that this kind of thing is inevitable... But, but, but I at least thought that my commander knew my feelings, knew that I'm not just a weapon, but also a woman! I'm not a bloodless and tearless machine! My heart hurts too! Do you understand?"

Qiye's eyes were red as she called his name so solemnly for the first time, making it difficult for Wuming to respond to her with frivolous words.

Indeed, after arriving at the port area, everything went smoothly. There were several wives, and although there seemed to be conflicts, they were all under control within a manageable range. Food and accommodation problems were also easily solved. The little yellow chickens were indeed very capable.

But is it because everything goes so smoothly that Wuming becomes arrogant?

It's like playing a love game to the end, all cgs unlocked, all stories collected, and the harem ending achieved. Players can keep the save file and then ignore it. Occasionally look at the save file, and they will be the same as before, and their smiles will never fade.

But this is the reality. He will feel sad if he is ignored and happy if he is cared for. They are real, existing in front of him and will continue to live like this. Even because they prefer him, they can restrain their conflicts and they both like him, so they can do ridiculous things together. This makes him indulge in it and feel arrogantly that this relationship no longer needs to be maintained or cultivated. He thinks that they should become "saints" and give unconditionally for him.

He shouldn't face them with a gaming mentality anymore.

Wuming moved his mouth, but Enterprise was still staring at him, with anger and disappointment in his eyes.

"Sorry, Enterprise."

He reached out his hand to wipe away Enterprise's tears and said softly, "I know that words of apology are hard to prove anything, but I still want to say sorry, Enterprise, I also want to apologize to you for my previous disrespect. I don't think you are just a weapon, you know me, I am just a lustful man, I am not interested in military affairs, I just like beautiful women and I have persisted for so long, and I gave you the ring because I like your reliability, but this is also the love between men and women;

Maybe you will think this is a quibble, but when I was on Earth, I could only do what the game allowed me to do. I wanted to send you flowers, to let you know that in my eyes you are as beautiful and delicate as flowers. I also wanted to take you out to play and create our own memories. I wanted to take you to parks, cinemas, playgrounds, bookstores, and my home, and share everything with you.

However, all this happened too suddenly. I came into this world unprepared. I thought you were fake and came to me just like Frederick the Great. There was nothing in the port area and we had no time to date. But I promise you that in my heart, you are not a machine. You are a person with flesh and blood who can cry and laugh. I have never doubted this.

Please give me some time, I will prove to you that I am not false to you, you are great, I like your body very much, I actually wish I could be with you every day..."

"That's enough, that's enough, don't say any more, I got it!"

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Enterprise's face turned red, and he took two steps back embarrassedly, stopping Wuming from speaking.

If he continues talking, it will just be a bunch of dirty jokes.

She still believed in this.

Wuming laughed and looked into the distance.

"Come to think of it, there are still traces of humans in this world. There is a very large amusement park near Pascal Village. It has quite a complete range of things. We can go there and play together."

Frederick the Great listened for a long time, looking at Wuming with burning eyes, but he did not look as angry as in the previous times, as if he had accepted the fact that he could not have her all to himself.

"We mean?"

Of course, the normal jealousy is still there.

Wuming shrugged, took a few steps back, and held out his hand to the two ladies.

"Excuse me, may I have the honor of inviting two beautiful ladies to the amusement park together?"

Frederick the Great and Enterprise looked at each other.

"I can't do anything about you."*2

Above the sea of ​​trees, Wuming held their hands tightly and secretly rejoiced in his heart.

If one more comes, I’ll be dead.

Chapter 37: Seconds

Mirror Sea-Royal Garden.

This is a spacious garden. Under the pavilion, Queen Elizabeth sits on a comfortable bench, leaning against a round table covered with various snacks. Freshly brewed black tea is steaming, and the air is filled with a warm atmosphere, which is perfect for this lazy afternoon.

The head maid stood behind Queen Elizabeth, bowing her head slightly as if in respect.

In her eyes, this garden was far more terrifying than a battlefield.

Her dear sister Edinburgh, Sheffield and Sirius, who are also maids, are essentially Siren-Observers with red marks on their heads and of different levels. It seems that the changes have been made with reference to the real power of this world. The levels of each ship are different. Queen Elizabeth, who basically has no chance to participate in the battle, is only level 61. Even in the safe garden, Warspite, who remains alert, has a level as high as 79. The rest of the maids are also maintained above level . If the data is accurate, then the power of this world, at least the conventional power of the faction's ships, is far from comparable to that of the port area.

This is also the reason why she has not taken any action yet. The observer's most important camouflage ability is ineffective on her. She can try to communicate with the fake to get the news of the real one.

Not only can you understand the world at a higher level, but you can also flip the table at any time, so there is almost no harm.

As for Little Zeppelin, she shouldn't need to worry about the battle, but she didn't know what data these Sirens wanted to get this time.

"Beffa, haven't the Glory and the Prince of Wales arrived yet?"

The queen in front of him yawned boredly. Sheffield took a look at the black tea that obviously had a few more sugar cubes in it, and seemed to be planning to change it to refreshing coffee.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. They are not unpunctual and will be here soon."

"But I'm bored!"

Queen Elizabeth propped up her face. From her perspective, Belfast on the left could not see the face.

Sirius on the right side also cannot be seen, only Sheffield's appearance can be seen from the side.

She puffed her cheeks, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

"Well, Your Majesty, there hasn't been anything interesting on the sea lately, otherwise you wouldn't have summoned those two adults back."

Yes, she would hold a tea party when she was bored, and she would also hold a tea party when she was happy. If it was a grand domestic event, she would even open the entire palace to let civilians come in and enjoy the royal banquet. The royal waterways were rich, and various ports transported all kinds of goods safely and quickly, making a steady stream of wealth for the queen. With money, she would have the best laboratories, the best venues, the best talents, and then become even richer.

When traveling, you must bring at least twelve Rubik's Cube ships with you, and always have at least four Rubik's Cube ships around you. Even if the sea area is three or four times larger than that of Iron Blood, there is always enough manpower. Even if the number is not as good as that of the White Eagle Federation, but in the allocation of waterways, you can use the method of interest concessions and political exchanges to obtain the best routes and ports. If Bismarck of Iron Blood is the ultimate liver emperor who works sixteen hours a day, then Queen Elizabeth, who does not get up until she sleeps for twelve hours a day and whose wealth can be converted into gold coins to fill half of an inland lake, is the biggest kryptonian on the planet.

This time, because she was bored, she simply asked the two port area managers to come over and drink tea with her. When she goes back, she will be sent by a special plane. If she likes it, she can also be packed and sent by plane. Anyway, Her Majesty the Queen’s laboratory will soon have a new generation of aircraft.

White Eagle's money has little to do with business, but the royal wealth is the Queen's wealth.

Even the leader of the Sakura Empire, Nagato, would listen to the demands of his subjects in the palace when she had time, but the Queen would not do that. After all, the biggest worry of the common people was that they had no money. If Her Majesty listened to their worries for more than three seconds, it would be equivalent to losing money that a common person could not earn in his entire life, which was obviously not worth it.

But it just so happens that Her Majesty the Queen, who does nothing, has a higher reputation than the leaders of the other three families - although she never listens to the demands of the common people, she will give them money.

Give out lots and lots of money.

"Really? Sheffield recently told me an interesting piece of news. It said that in that poor Iron Blood, a ship called Frederick the Great eloped with a commoner. Do you know what happened?"

There is curiosity on Her Majesty's young face, and her reactions and thoughts are just like those of a real queen.

"Well, I've heard a little bit, but I don't know much. It is said that someone saw the Iron Blood Captain wearing a ring on his left ring finger. If you are not ignorant, then you should be able to conclude that he is indeed married."

Belfast would glance at the top of Her Majesty the Queen's head and the red sign from time to time, otherwise the familiarity would prevent her from taking action when necessary.

Her Majesty the Queen tilted her head and her eyes slowly moved towards the head maid's left hand.

"So, Befa, why do you have a ring on your finger too? Don't you have common sense too?"

As she spoke, Belfast's original companions surrounded her in silence, and there was an unusual coldness on their familiar faces.

"Did you, Befa, also elope with the common people?"

Belfast looked around and slowly stood up.

It seemed that some decision had been made. The observer was too lazy to act with her. Of course, the natural integration of the head maid also made the observer feel a certain amount of pressure. In the past, this kind of pressure was nothing more than the actor seeing a dark horse newcomer, being excited, and writing a script to bid for the role together. But now it was no longer possible. All resources had to be used on that small boat. The computing power was reduced, and the simulation of this environment would not be natural enough. In order to strengthen the combat effectiveness, even the scene of [The Meeting between Glory and the Prince of Wales] that was originally intended to be the finale was cut. There was no spare time to compete with the head maid on the same stage.

Get rid of her as soon as possible!

"How harsh, Your Majesty! Is it necessary to use such a large force to deal with a maid?"

Belfast adjusted her skirt lightly. She could see that the faces of her former companions had become distorted, and their eyes of various colors had turned into golden pupils of a uniform color. Everyone spoke at the same time, and all kinds of distorted sounds mixed together, like a bunch of old record players playing together.

"Belfast, your hypocrisy is disgusting, and I don't want to be with you..."

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

These observers paused at the same time, and then roared in unwillingness.

“Damn it…I…”

The roar was long and drawn out, but it was also like a TV whose signal was suddenly cut off; the screen went black halfway through the roar, causing the head maid, who had already taken out the Mk17 from under her skirt, to be a little dazed.

‘Stab it! ’

With a slight buzzing sound, a door was pushed open in the air, and a tiny ship girl, only as tall as the maid's waist, came out and stuck out her tongue at her.

"Sister Beifa, I found a super fun toy!"

Chapter 38: Long-awaited Dinner

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Still in the sea of ​​trees, under a new reconnaissance plane, a black honeycomb-shaped object was hanging abruptly.

"So, why can't people sit in such a big plane?"

"This isn't meant for humans, Commander. There's only enough space inside for a cup, so at most you can fit a jack in there."

"Don't complain, dear. Just keep a positive attitude. My ship suit can accommodate people."

The inside of the 'beehive' was shaped like a hot air balloon basket, with transparent dark glass windows on both sides, but Wuming didn't think about looking outside. He only took a glance and saw that everything outside had collapsed into a line and was about to vomit out.

The 'beehive' transformed from Frederick the Great's ship suit also greatly slowed down the speed of the aircraft. Wuming's physique could not withstand unprotected supersonic flight. This journey of more than a thousand kilometers would be divided into several times, and this time it would not last too long.

Not long after, the plane landed. After Wuming got out, he supported himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath, and felt a stuffy feeling in his chest.

Even though it wasn't uncomfortable to squeeze together with the two ship girls, I always felt that the protection provided by the ship equipment was not thorough. In other words, for weak humans, there was always something wrong with staying in a hanging basket outside a high-speed flying plane.

No, I must strengthen my body if I have the chance. Think about Enterprise, he was standing on the plane, and his hair was not messy even when he got off the plane. As for Wuming himself, even if he deliberately slowed down his speed, he felt that his internal organs were slightly shifted.

"Drink some water, Commander. I saw a fat deer in the sky. Don't think about the unpleasant way of traveling. Be happy. Tonight's dinner is game. You probably haven't eaten this before. Look forward to it."

Enterprise leaned over and kissed Wuming on the face, then stretched out his hand and grabbed a mechanical bow from the void. He gave Frederick the Great a wink, indicating that she should take good care of Wuming. The latter nodded and looked around. The ship armor that had just returned to the shape of a dragon head turned into a long and narrow scarlet band of light. After just a few flashes, all the trees within a radius of dozens of meters were cut down, and even the wooden stakes on the ground were flattened.

Wuming took several deep breaths, taking small sips of water in between, and only then did he feel a little better.

During the flight, he felt an uncomfortable feeling of detachment, as if the blood was being thrown out of his body. He was passively enjoying the treatment of a combat pilot.

"How long until we get there?"

"More than 1,200 kilometers, it's not far. We will need to adjust the flight speed later. Your health is the most important."