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"Ah, dear, someone is looking for you outside."

Frederick the Great said loudly in front of the nameless communicator with a triple sweetened tone.

"Eh hey hey? This voice sounds strange, who is it, Wuming?"

The Purifier on the other end of the communicator was not angry at being interrupted, but came over to ask curiously.

"Well..."

Wuming saw Frederick the Great pouting slightly and making mouth gestures.

'How long will you talk?'

"Frederick, is the commander ready? Bismarck needs to find him if he has something to ask. We can't let Bismarck sit on the bench forever!"

Enterprise also imitated Frederick the Great and shouted loudly into the communicator.

"I'm a little jealous, Commander, can you give me an excuse to hang up now?"

Qiye also made mouth gestures with an unhappy look on his face.

Ah this.

Wuming then realized that both wives looked somewhat dissatisfied, and belatedly realized that he seemed to have talked too much.

"Bismarck? Oh, I remember now, your port area is still being used as a venue for them. Well, let's talk about it next time. Let's make an appointment when you are not doing anything unspeakable."

The Purifier thought about it and realized that Wuming was, after all, the commander of the port area and he wouldn't really be idle.

"Well, can we not talk about this unspeakable thing?"

Wuming was also a little unable to hold it in any longer. The Purifier kept mentioning things that could not be told, as if this port area was doing things that could not be told every day. It made him, a time traveler, feel embarrassed to be exposed as a pervert.

"Hey, you are so secretive, what are you doing that you can't tell me?"

"Ahem, I'm going to go find Bismarck first. We'll talk next time when we have time."

Wuming said somewhat awkwardly.

"Okay, let's talk next time. Bye ┏(＾0＾)┛."

The Purifier hung up the communicator while humming a song, and when she turned around, she saw the Observer looking at her with a half-smile.

"You, what's wrong with you, Observer?"

The Purifier's scalp tingled at her smile and he couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm just a little curious about that human."

In the special space, two sirens chatted quietly, and time passed quietly without them noticing.

In the real sea, the tester and the girl with the doll were suspended above the sea. The mirror sea expanded rapidly in front of their eyes, displacing and changing the space. For a moment, half of the sky was filled with fine diamond-shaped fragments like broken glass. As the fragments continued to arrange and combine, the sea was gradually filled with pale fog that was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

"Raise the energy tolerance to the threshold, the environment will be [Windless Sea], the climate will be [Morning], and the temperature... "

The tester spoke excitedly as the girl holding the doll landed on the sea, her bare feet falling into the water, her other arm unconsciously stirring the water.

"You seem a little overexcited."

"How is that possible? I'm just setting up the venue normally. What's there to be excited about?"

The tester turned his head and his mouth trembled. He tried to suppress his smile, but he couldn't do it.

"Your smile is so scary."

The puppet girl sighed and stopped arguing with her. She sank into the sea. The spherical energy shell wrapped her up and she fell into the deep sea little by little.

"Hmmmm or..."

When the tester saw that no one else was watching, the corners of her mouth curled up wildly and she stared in the direction of the Azur Lane port and muttered.

"Time to give you a little Siren shock."

Chapter 433 Bismarck's Meeting

Azur Lane Port Area.

Wuming flipped the documents lightly, trying to make his body as small as possible.

After this period of overtime work, with the exchange of documents and occasional meetings with messengers sent by the core of the mechanical life form, the planning of Planet Neil was finally roughly completed.

The resource planets outside the planet remain unchanged for the time being. After all kinds of resources are mined, they will still undergo a round of rough processing on site, and then be sent to the surface of Neil Planet for a second round of deep processing. They will then be piled up in warehouses across the planet, waiting to be extracted when needed.

At the same time, extraterrestrial soil resources are slowly transported to the planet Neil, gradually filling the mud layer under the surface that has been almost hollowed out. Although this planet looks no different from a normal life planet, if someone can see through everything under the surface at a higher level, they will find that less than a few kilometers below the bottom layer is already an endless cavity, with a large number of factories and laboratories built, and metal-paved roads all over the underground, with harsh footsteps all year round. A large number of swift-moving mechanical life forms move silently, moving unimpeded in the pitch-black underground.

At regular intervals, metal pillars that can be hugged by several people rise high, supporting the sky underground and stabilizing the rotation of the planet.

Obviously, the reason why this planet only rotates slowly and always maintains a world with distinct day and night is not because there is no money to color it, but because only in this way can the surface not collapse.

Now it is Wuming's turn to manage this place. As a human being, he certainly hopes that the ground under his feet can be a little more solid and that the planet can operate on its own with the help of forces other than maintenance personnel.

And above the sea of ​​Planet Neil, an island that is almost a one-to-one replica of the port area is still under construction. This will be a backup port area, which will be Wuming's place of stay when he comes to Planet Neil. When he encounters an irresistible enemy in the main world, this will be Wuming's capital for making a comeback.

The current construction progress has been...

Wuming felt the softness on his arm and shrank back, then felt the same strange touch on the other end.

"I'm busy."

After a weak protest, Wuming put the documents down. On his left was a gentle beauty with black hair falling down his shoulders, and on his right was the White Eagle flagship with sharp silver hair. At this moment, they seemed to be competing with the Purifier. Three people had already squeezed into this spacious chair that was meant for one person.

Wuming is of medium height, and his body shape has become perfect as he works hard in the sun every day. The other two people, one is a tall beauty with a plump figure, and the other is a clothes hanger that can hold up anything he wears, put Wuming in a dilemma at the moment.

Right in front of him, Champagne, who was helping him with his work with a document in hand, had a calm expression. However, when Wuming gave her an embarrassed look several times, this Iris ship girl, who always lacked expression, calmly closed the door of the command room.

Then continue to look at him steadily.

This is a bit embarrassing, isn't it?

If only one of the three was there, it would be a wonderful morning lesson, but when all three were there, especially now that the Purifier had finished his call, it would not be a good idea for Wuming to come up with some bold ideas.

But if it goes on like this, it seems that nothing will change. In this case, why not...

He sighed, and just as he was about to stand up and close the curtains behind him, the door of the command room made a crisp push sound, and then someone let out a slight "yeah" and turned the doorknob.

"Ok?"

After a pause, the person outside knocked gently on the door.

"I'm Cleveland, Commander, do you have a minute now?"

Cleveland's eyes were a little hesitant outside the door, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The White Eagle Sea Knight sighed slightly in his heart and frowned slightly.

I don’t know who I’m disappointed for.

"Of course, wait a moment, I'll give it to you..."

Before Wuming finished speaking, the door of the command room quietly opened, and Champagne's half head popped out. Under her long sky-blue hair, her heterochromatic eyes looked deeply at Cleveland, then she moved away silently.

As a famous light cruiser of White Eagle, Cleveland was not short at all. Coupled with her cheerful personality, she always gave people a feeling that her temperament overwhelmed her height. She would not feel uncomfortable staying with any ship. It was just that Champagne did not look easy to get along with. She was taller than Cleveland, with plump thighs covered with black iron-like over-the-knee boots. Her overly plump breasts were more conspicuous against her slender waist. The pure white cloak wrapped around her thin and pale skin made her look strangely sexy. At this moment, she lowered her head slightly, and when she looked at Cleveland, she always felt that she was angry.

It must be an illusion.

Cleveland shrank his neck inexplicably, feeling guilty, and looked into the command room.

At this moment, Enterprise and Frederick the Great both sat upright with calm looks, making Cleveland always feel like a prisoner awaiting trial, and they had the power to decide her fate.

Wuming stood up from behind the office, went to the table behind him and took out the tea set, while Cleveland prepared coffee and rolled up the half-pulled curtains.

“Is coffee all we need now?”

"It's okay. I can do anything. Commander, Bismarck wants to talk to you about something, but she doesn't seem to want Miss Befa to know. Somehow, she found me. Do you want to go talk to them?"

Cleveland sniffed her nose, feeling the fresh air in the room, which made her mood brighter.

"Bismarck?"

Wuming shrugged and poured hot water into the teacup. When he was looking for an excuse to end the call with the Purifier, he used her as an excuse. He didn't expect that he would actually encounter the same thing, which made him feel a little novel.

"I see. Should she come over or should I find a more private place to talk?"

As long as it is not a formal meeting, there must be something that cannot be said openly. This is not the first time Bismarck has approached him.

"She said she'd be here in ten minutes if you'd like. Well, there should be about eight minutes left. I'll be there first, Commander."

The Iron Blood flagship naturally possesses all the Iron Blood qualities, one of which is being punctual to the point of being harsh, and the other is being efficient and effective. If Cleveland does not appear in her sight within eight minutes, then the Iron Blood flagship will say goodbye in advance and will not waste time asking Wuming for a third meeting.

Qianxun/1○⒊⑺⒐⑧

Cleveland looked at the coffee that was still brewing, waved to Wuming, walked out of the command room with light steps, and went to find Bismarck in a good mood.

The moment she left, everyone present looked at each other knowingly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 434: Bismarck's Turn

A moment later, a figure with brisk steps appeared outside the command room in the port area. She looked at the door of the command room covered with graffiti, her eyebrows moved, and then she knocked gently on the door. Wuming, who had opened the door, raised his head and saw the iron-blooded flagship.

"Good morning, Mr. Bismarck."

"Good morning, Mr. Noname."

As soon as the ship appeared in front of him, Wuming straightened his back subconsciously.

She was wearing a finely crafted black military uniform, with neatly groomed blonde hair falling meticulously by her ears. Her eyes were azure blue, intolerant of any other colors. The red cloak behind her fell neatly at her feet. In her hand was a metal ship suit that looked like a flag and a scepter. Her plump red lips were tightly pursed, revealing the stubborn character of its owner. When Wuming looked into her eyes for the first time, he knew that she was a rigorous and confident person.

Bismarck's eyes naturally swept around the command room. When he saw Enterprise, his eyebrows moved. Then he fixed his eyes on Frederick for a few seconds, and then when he looked at Champagne, he showed obvious thoughtfulness.

He was not a member of the four major camps, nor was he a member of the recorded small camp. Bismarck's mind moved and he turned his attention back to Wuming.

"Commander Wuming, I came here today with the intention of cooperating, but before we begin this conversation, I would like to know your position first."

Although he was in an unknown port area, Bismarck showed no fear and asked questions directly.

"I am a human being, and I stand on the side of humans. I am not interested in your affairs. Is this an okay answer?"

Wuming's tone remained unchanged, and Champagne silently placed a cup of coffee on the reception table not far in front of Bismarck. The latter sat down as a matter of course and said thank you softly.

Bismarck took a sip of his coffee, then put it down and couldn't help but look at it again.

"The temperature and smell...it looks like this is the coffee that Miss Cleveland didn't take away."

After demonstrating his observation skills, Bismarck nodded slowly.

"I am very satisfied."

Wuming nodded without commenting on her pun.

"What, then, does His Excellency Bismarck wish me to discuss?"

Bismarck blinked, looked at Enterprise, who had a calm face, and Frederick the Great, who was holding his face up to look at her, as if confirming some guess, and spoke.

"There are many... I heard that the White Eagles have cooperation with the Commander's port area. I want to know if the Iron Blood has the same opportunity."

Bismarck spoke in a calm tone, but beneath the calmness there was more anxiety.

The core biological ship equipment technology of Iron Blood can improve the reaction and insight of the ship itself as the biological ship equipment grows, but Frederick the Great's dragon-shaped ship equipment grows very well. Obviously, similar technology will not surprise the commander of this port area, and the Iron Blood flagship has one less card to play.

"It depends on what Ironblood can give me, Your Excellency Bismarck."

Wuming kicked the ball over calmly to see what price this iron-blooded flagship was willing to pay and what it wanted to get.

"Biological ship suit technology?"

Bismarck said tentatively.

"Well......"

Wuming pondered after hearing this. Frederick the Great beside her looked at Bismarck, who was alone on both sides, and uttered an ambiguous laugh. Bismarck blinked, looked at her strangely, and then continued to look at Wuming.

"And what does His Excellency Bismarck want?"

Wuming originally felt that he should refuse, but then he thought about how there seemed to be no one in the port area who was seriously researching ship equipment. Akashi Jun was a purely entertaining scientist, Adam didn't understand ship equipment, and Ziburi didn't know much about biology when she wasn't having fun. In other words, this biological ship equipment technology from Iron-Blooded was not completely worthless, but the most core part might not be used. At most, it could only provide a new research idea for the current port area.

"a lot of."

Bismarck said without hesitation.

"Iron Blood lacks a lot of things, such as strong alloys, various basic materials, and even the technology of the ports under the command of various unknown commanders. Iron Blood wants them very much."

Although she was the flagship, Bismarck was obviously not the type of person who liked to calculate everything. When she confirmed that the situation of the Iron Blood was no secret, she simply laid out the problem to see how much Wuming could solve.