Come and connect with me!

"Well, let's go sit under the umbrella next to us for a while. Another companion will be here soon."

Javelin nodded his head, not quite understanding.

"Well, that means everything is fine in the port area now."

She touched the torpedo backpack and smiled knowingly.

"That's great. However, if you don't have enough equipment, you can always find a javelin."

Enterprise looked at Javelin who was unaware of anything and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Javelin's soft face. Seeing the latter's puzzled expression, he smiled and said.

"Our little angel should come and rest for a while. Let the commander be in seclusion for a while. This guy finally knows that it is too much to take other people's equipment."

In fact, it is not just the Javelin that has its equipment taken away. In the early days, Wuming knew nothing about equipping a fleet. When the fleet had enough organizations to think about forming a team, the new powerful ships of course also needed good equipment. In the era when there were no experience books, equipment could never be made do with just one or two pieces. At first, good equipment was basically worn in turns until there were no more ways to obtain equipment.

But people’s memory is always inferior to that of machines. Wuming often forgets about equipment after replacing it on other ships and returns it to other ships. He will only re-equip it when it is needed. Otherwise, how could the four great royal families only be able to wear mixed outfits?

Javelin blinked and looked at Wuming who was standing stiffly in the same place. Inexplicably, he had the illusion that he was being tortured.

"Oh, well then, Javelin, give the commander some personal space...Is it called personal space?"

Having said that, Javelin went to look for Haman with full energy again. This girl with fake animal ears, who seemed to have a buff that made her easy to be teased, was unexpectedly popular.

When the sound of the javelin faded away, Wuming, who was pretending to be a statue, breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously wiped the non-existent sweat.

"How does it feel?"

“My heart is really breaking.”

Wuming listened to the voice of the enterprise and replied subconsciously.

"cut."

Qiye snorted, Wuming turned around and saw that several wives not far away had subtle expressions, as if they had also suffered a critical hit. They looked at each other and could see the complex emotions in each other's eyes.

"Well, anyway, I will be extra nice to everyone."

Wuming said with a dry laugh.

"Yeah, I'll remember this."

Enterprise raised the corner of his mouth and pushed Wuming's back.

"But before that, don't forget to welcome the newcomers."

Wuming nodded. On the door of the dock, various camp logos flickered. As Wuming watched, they flickered slower and slower, and finally stopped on a simple iris shield-like emblem with a cross drawn on it, a crown rising on the top, and a pattern woven from laurel leaves around the edge.

The emblem of the god on the national shield...

"Sardinian Empire?"

Wuming muttered softly, becoming interested in this rare camp. The four major camps had the largest number of people and the highest probability of appearing, while the other camps were much rarer.

After determining the camp, the dock door quietly opened, amidst the mist.

In the mist, faint whispers appeared quietly, as if countless believers were praying in unison, asking the gods for blessings. Amid the increasingly faint sounds, a figure holding a scepter emerged from the mist.

As soon as she stepped out of the dock door, she waved the scepter in her hand violently and the voice was heard immediately.

"What the hell is this? Ahem, is it thick fog?"

Wuming tilted his head and looked at her with some curiosity.

"Hmm? You're...the commander?"

The figure was holding a scepter and was fanning the air in front of him to disperse the mist as he walked over with the scepter in his hand.

"I am right, but you don't look like a maid at all."

As the figure walked out of the mist, her image immediately became clear.

One can tell at first glance that she is an extremely strong person. Her long light blue hair is meticulously groomed, covering her forehead. Her scarlet eyes are filled with justified arrogance. As soon as she stepped out of the mist, she couldn't wait to look around. Even though she was wearing a girly outfit, she did not look respectful at all. There was no awe in her eyes when she looked around. Instead, she looked like the owner of a newly renovated villa. There was only criticism and disgust in her scarlet eyes.

A black top and transparent black tights, as if that were not enough, she also put on black gloves over her white fingers. The fair skin revealed between the black looked even more delicate, and even the black teardrop mole under the corner of the eye exuded a sense of charm.

She holds a long cross scepter in her hand. The heart-shaped decoration on the top of the scepter is inlaid with a pale face, as if suggesting that people's hearts and power are in her hands.

"Okay, okay, you are the commander after all. If you want me to call you dog Xiujinsama, then I can do it reluctantly."

She gripped the scepter tightly and bowed slightly to Wuming.

"It's not necessary."

Wuming smiled, which immediately ended the visitor's perfunctory attitude. She straightened her back and smiled confidently.

"Although you seem to be dissatisfied with the current port area, I still want to say, welcome back, Marco Polo."

Chapter 809: Akashi's Coercion Incident

"Bad weather, bad review!"

"The road is too tight, bad review!"

"The number of people on the ship is too small. Bad review, bad review, bad review!"

The sound of footsteps and the crisp sound of the scepter hitting the ground echoed together. The proud sister held her head high and began to point fingers at the port area.

As Marco Polo was talking excitedly, her feet suddenly went empty. Before she could even feel anything, she was upside down, with her long legs bound tightly by pitch-black gaseous ropes, and her whole body was hung upside down on the street lamp.

"Eh eh eh?"

Frederick the Great, who was not far away, clapped his hands with a look of satisfaction.

"Too much nonsense, bad review."

Compared to the Pope who likes to talk, the Iron Blood flagship prefers to do things himself.

"It's you, Frederick the Great? Bastard, put me down!"

Looking at the upside-down world, Marco Polo shouted angrily.

"How dare you do this to me?"

"The weak should learn to keep quiet and not shout like a small fish."

Frederick the Great glanced at the hung Marco Polo with a smile.

"Let me think about it. You should be able to realize your mistake before the luncheon."

"hateful......"

Marco Polo held the scepter upside down and poked her gaseous rope hard, but unfortunately, even though they were both ship equipment, her scepter could not be compared with the biological ship equipment that Frederick the Great had evolved several times. After struggling for a long time, it was still useless. The seemingly thin rope was not as fragile as it looked.

Seeing that force was useless, Marco Polo's eyes rolled, his expression changed in an instant, and he looked at Wuming pitifully.

"Commander, your gentle and kind secretary ship, Marco Polo, has been bullied by a bad woman in the port area!"

Wuming sighed.

"I can't help it. I can't control her most of the time. Besides, my dear Marco Polo, since it's so dangerous to sprain your ankle on the ground, you should stay in the sky for a while. I hope the air in the harbor is not so sweet and you won't sprain your ankle."

At this time, Marco Polo, who was hanging upside down, vaguely saw the bulging blue veins on Wuming's forehead and his clenched fists.

"Forehead......"

Only then did she remember that when she was muttering, the commander of the port area seemed to have been silent. It turned out that he was so angry.

"Okay, you're the boss, I accept the punishment."

After knowing what went wrong, Marco Polo became much more obedient and waited quietly for her release from prison. After all, she would not be released for long before having lunch, so she could afford to wait.

Seeing that the overly proud Marco Polo finally learned to surrender, Wuming nodded with satisfaction. This female pope who always carried a scepter with her was not easy to deal with. Even though she also had a bright red heart on her head, her love was obviously more obscure. Perhaps obediently accepting the punishment at this moment was already the way for this teardrop-mole girl to express her love.

"Then I'll wait for you in the cafeteria. Well, if you don't hate foie gras, lunch should be okay for you."

"Hmm, the sweet treat after the beating is not enough, Commander."

Marco Polo said with a chuckle.

"Next time I will cook some authentic Sardinian dishes as an apology for this disrespect."

Wuming smiled.

"I've been entertained."

After saying this, Wuming took Dong Zhang's hoped-for javelin and his wives and walked towards the cafeteria.

Marco Polo, who was hung upside down, blinked, then suddenly reacted, and belatedly covered his lower abdomen, then let go angrily.

"What a rude fellow!"

Thinking of Wuming looking at her intently, Marco Polo couldn't help feeling annoyed.

"Alas, anyone who has accomplished great things would never be excited about such a trivial matter."

As she said this, she relaxed her body and looked at the upside-down world, her expression softening.

"With just this little ambition, you are hopeless..."

"Crack!"

Hearing the sound of a camera being taken, Marco Polo subconsciously closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she saw a sneaky figure taking photos from the camera with satisfaction.

"Hmm, Polo-chan, what happy thing did you think of, meow?"

"Hey, it's you, Akashi from Sakura Empire, right? Hey, I order you in the name of the Pope to destroy the photos!"

Marco Polo, who was hung upside down, was very angry. Looking at the cunning look of the green-haired cat, he felt uneasy.

"Hmm, come to think of it, if Pineapple Jam doesn't want everyone to know, you will also show this expression, right?"

Akashi lifted the photo with a proud look on his face. In the photo, which Akashi was holding upside down, Marco Polo's long hair was falling towards the sky, but his eyes were unexpectedly gentle, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was thinking of some complicated yet heartwarming story.

"You, you, you, give me the photo!"

The street lamp shook, and Marco Polo struggled desperately, but there was nothing he could do.

Akashi narrowed his eyes.

"If you do something for Akashi, Akashi-chan can be merciful and give it back to you-nyan!"

Looking at the smug black-hearted cat, Marco Polo stared at her.

"Just one thing!"

......

The dining hall in the port area.

A large number of little yellow chickens are walking around on the first floor of the cafeteria, decorating the venue into a European style.

The Sardinian iris flag, the royal lion pattern, and the red carpet covering the entire cafeteria all gave the port area a medieval feel at this moment. Several long ceremonial tables were arranged in an orderly manner, with candlesticks, fruits and vegetables, and plates neatly laid out.

The bigger little yellow chicken put on the dress with great effort, and the two of them, one big and one small, formed a group, plucking the harp and playing the violin, playing a faint dinner song in the corner.

"Is there any important person coming?"

White Eagle's company was also invited to the table. She had no complaints about the food in the port. There were basically large-scale meals at noon every day when she arrived. And every time after this time, there would always be new ships in the port. After seeing so many of them, it was not difficult for her to understand the reason for doing such a thing.

"Who dares to call himself a big shot in front of the White Eagle's flagship?"

Hood said with a smile.

"If you really respected me, you wouldn't speak to me in that tone."

White Eagle's Enterprise glanced at Hood. This bright royal beauty looked at the venue lazily, dressed in simple home clothes.

"Haha, after all, it's not your first day here. You probably can't stand being addressed respectfully all the time."

"I shouldn't have tried to argue with you."

Baiying's Enterprise shrugged, his eyes fixed on a lavender figure.

"Royal, Javelin, well, I'm not surprised."

The javelin man walked among the crowd, carrying a gleaming metal javelin and greeting those he knew.

"Hey, Laffy-chan?"

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white-haired girl with twin ponytails who remained standing and stared at the air motionlessly.

"Hey, hey, hey, Laffy-chan, she can fall asleep with her eyes open!"

"wrong."