Come and connect with me!

Lingbo stared with dead fish eyes, stretched out her hand and wiped Lafite's eyes, and the lifelike eyes painted on disappeared, revealing the eyelids behind, and the white hair with twin ponytails was just sleeping while standing.

“That’s pretty impressive too.”

The two of them were whispering to each other, and suddenly they felt that there was an extra person at the cafeteria door.

"I'm back, Commander, and everyone else."

Marco Polo said with a dark face.

Chapter 810: Dirty and Lunch

The lunch should be of good standard.

Wuming thought so.

But seeing that neither the classic foie gras, onion soup, nor fried fish and scallops could ease the expression of the female pope in maid outfit, Wuming felt a little guilty for no reason.

Is being hung on a streetlight really that lethal?

Not really. All the unjust people on the streets are smiling and living well. I don’t see anyone afraid of them.

Enterprise couldn't help but look at Marco Polo's expression, with a puzzled look on his face. Although he was the Pope, he shouldn't be so angry over such a small matter.

"enterprise......"

Enterprise heard someone calling her, turned around and saw that it was White Eagle looking at her with a strange expression.

"What's up, Enterprise?"

"...It's really weird to talk to you... Never mind, I won't dwell on this. The one in the maid outfit seems to be the Pope of Sardinia. Is she here too?"

Enterprise nodded slightly.

"Well, I probably can't hide it from you. She just came back."

"Well."

White Eagle's Enterprise nodded vaguely, and when he found that no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with Marco Polo's attire, he couldn't help but speak again.

"So, don't you think there's something wrong with her outfit?"

"Any questions?"

Enterprise blinked, looking more confused than Whitehawk's own self.

Skin, or clothes, this unique outfit makes this Marco Polo different from the others. Although using the word "pampering" may make the proud Marco Polo feel uncomfortable, it is indeed a manifestation of attention. In the eyes of the company, it is closer to the nature of a small gift between lovers, so there is nothing strange about it.

She is not Mainz, so she won't get angry just because she sees someone else having new clothes.

"But, this is a maid outfit, right? Just wearing it must make her angry, right?"

White Eagle's Enterprise whispered in disbelief.

"Well, it's not too much, this kind of clothes is actually quite beautiful, and the workmanship is also very fine..."

Having said this, Enterprise's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at White Eagle's Enterprise stiffly.

"You, you didn't see anything, did you?"

"You still wear this?"

White Eagle's Enterprise asked with wide eyes.

"Well, judging from your expression... that's fine. I haven't worn the same one, but we have both tried Belfa's. She has also worn my coat... well, don't have that expression. We've already made a vow, why do you look so conflicted?"

Enterprise's voice gradually became smaller and smaller. Only then did she remember that it seemed a bit too much. However, Frederick the Great had never refused Wuming's request, which made this guy's lust become reality little by little. After trying all kinds of games reluctantly, unknowingly, the bottom line of Enterprise and even Wuming's other wives seemed to have become less high.

"I shouldn't have come here!"

White Eagle's Enterprise said to himself with a dark face.

"I think I'm going to have a nightmare."

When Enterprise saw his other self saying this, he couldn't help but retort.

"You better really be having a nightmare!"

"you......"

The two companies glared at each other, and then the one from White Eagle couldn't help but look at each other and left unhappily, leaving behind the company that didn't feel any joy of victory at all, covering its face with embarrassment.

"I really am. We quarreled over something like this..."

After being enlightened by his other self, Enterprise realized that his level of dirtiness seemed to be a bit too high.

It’s all because of that woman Frederick the Great!

This little episode did not affect the rhythm of the entire lunch. Although Marco Polo, one of the protagonists, was in a dull mood, which made the banquet seem a bit flawed, the performance of another protagonist of the banquet, Javelin, made Yixian, the preparer, feel relieved.

"Aaaaaahhh, fish and chips.....I love them!"

Javelin puffed up his cheeks and held a finger-thick French fry in one hand, chewing it like a hamster. Royal preferred thick-cut French fries to White Eagle's thin fries. Although it looked rough, it was a dish that everyone loved from top to bottom.

Fresh vegetables with grilled flounder, butter pudding, pure ice cream, and tender lamb and walnut bread as the staple food. Plenty of fresh fruits are also served, filling up the table, giving it a Hogwarts feel.

Yixian looked at the javelin that was devouring with relish and grinned with satisfaction. She noticed that Wuming was looking at Marco Polo who couldn't eat with a little worry, and his brows unconsciously frowned again.

"Hood, I'm going to the kitchen."

"Wouldn't it be fine if you asked Manju to bring it here?"

"I think it's more, uh, ceremonial to bring it in person."

After whispering to Hood, Yixian silently left the banquet and went to the kitchen.

There are still a large number of little yellow chickens busy here, but if you look closely, you will find that except for a few waiting in front of the oven, almost all of them are slacking off.

Yixian covered her head helplessly. These little guys basically maintained the lowest work intensity. They were more excited than each other when it came to catching fish. However, their duties had been done, so she could only walk in while shaking her head.

"Why not make her some snails..."

Since returning, Yixian has felt responsible for the food in Hong Kong and has been learning cuisines from all over the world. This time, the Pope's poor appetite was interpreted by her as a result of her own inadequate cooking skills.

However, taste is something that is difficult to quantify. There are many representative Sardinian dishes, and Yixian plans to cook several other ones, so he will always find one that Marco Polo likes.

In the huge kitchen, everyone except her was a bunch of other people. Following her call, a few little yellow chickens came hopping over to help. These increasing number of Rubik's Cube derivatives can be put to use in many cases. In addition to serving as mascots, the cleaning of the port area and the construction of houses rely on these round little things. Even cooking, which has nothing to do with food, cannot be done without them.

The fresh ingredients were synthesized and then cooked by Yixian. It didn’t take long before several servings of roasted snails were ready. While waiting for the oven, a dish of beef tartare was also prepared.

"call......"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yixian pushed the food cart out of the kitchen, taking the small boat that had sneaked in after smelling the fragrance with him. He prepared a net bag of roasted snacks for each of the young animals, and only then did these little guys leave willingly.

"You're stronger than the larger me, are you interested in being my subordinate?"

Xiao Akagi recruited with a confident look on his face.

"Haha, no problem. I'll play with you when I'm free."

Yixian pursed his lips and smiled, wiped the grease from the corners of little Akagi's lips with a clean handkerchief. After cleaning the little fox, he slowly pulled the dining cart into the venue.

This time, the snails finally made the Pope's brows relax, and the banquet ended successfully. On the island outside the port, an uninvited guest was eating compressed biscuits in the sea breeze, silently calculating the time, waiting for the night to fall.

Chapter 881 Domination of the World

Azur Lane Port Area.

Wuming breathed in the forest air, leaned quietly on the bamboo lounge chair, staring at the sparse light above his head with a vague look.

This is a park in the port area. It covers a large area and is covered with dense trees. It is a place where Wuming occasionally comes to think.

After he arranged accommodation for the two new ship girls, he came here to think about what to do next.

Siren was on vacation, so he took over the work. He had to find a way to complete the dungeon, otherwise if he was idle for too long, everyone would start fighting among themselves.

It will take manpower and time to deal with the ten problematic test sites. Otherwise, there will be no hope of getting the most delicious piece of cake with just these few exchange points.

What's even more troublesome is that after roughly calculating the expenses and gains, he discovered a tragic fact.

That is, if he chooses to jump into the vortex of this world, what will greet him is a series of losses.

He gives you territory, wealth, and everything you want. In return, he must dispatch Rubik's Cube ships to guard the safety of the sea... But now he is a GM, and he knows all the inside information. He can even modify the copy content of the Mirror Sea and adjust the attack route of the mass-produced Sirens.

Just throw a few ship girls out to act every time, and then exchange them for some supplies that are not difficult to replace and money that would be worthless in another world?

It would be fine if this could really help make the world a better place, but this kind of acting only brings false praise. It would be better for Wuming to use his brain and make a drop list for the Mirror Sea. The ship girls could go into the dungeon and beat up the Sirens, and while getting gold coins, they could also get some technical blueprints. This would immediately make the world a better place, and the effect would be far better than sending out a few actors.

Thinking of this, Wuming's mind was a mess and he couldn't understand for a long time.

"Ugh......."

The cleanup work of ten test sites would not allow him to spare any extra manpower for such a meaningless task.

"Oh my God, please help me think of something good!"

Wuming muttered to the sky.

"uh-huh!"

In his melancholy moment, he suddenly felt a shadow covering his head, blocking his view of the sky.

"What covered my eyes..."

"Yes, what?"

The person who came chuckled, and the shadow pressed down, covering Wuming's head in darkness. The tip of his nose could feel the thin fabric and the soft sweetness that could be trapped in it.

Outside the darkness, there was a warm body leaning against him, causing the recliner to creak slightly.

"Enterprise said that the master likes this. If Tiancheng does this once, will the master feel better?"

The chestnut-colored fox's voice had a vague sense of coldness, which was completely different from what he was doing now, giving Wuming an unusual feeling.

Smart people are smart in all aspects. Even though this big fox was just a novice a few hours ago, by now, she has already closely resembled the image of those fox demons that bewitched people in strange stories.

"I feel like my head is burning with heat."

"hehe."

Tiancheng chuckled, and then Wuming felt the shield of the biological armor sliding down his head. After the folds of the fabric and the warmth of the skin, a creamy face appeared in front of him.

"Will this be better?"

"much better."

Wuming hugged the big chestnut-colored fox in his arms. He moved his head and looked around, but he couldn't find the black sister who was always with her.

"Is Akagi not here?"

"No, she thought the master would go to the command room, but Tiancheng didn't think so, so she asked Manju, and then she found out that the master had a small space specially used for relaxation."

Tiancheng half-closed his eyes lazily. This small space was relatively hidden, but it was indeed a good place.

"My Lord, are you still troubled by what Miss Enterprise has raised?"

"Yes, becoming one of the managers of this world means taking on more troubles. The problem is that my current position is different from before."

Wuming said with a hint of helplessness.

"This is indeed a troublesome matter."

Tiancheng's beautiful eyes moved around, with a thoughtful look in them.

Once the stance changes, all previous plans must be changed accordingly. The structure of this world is like this simply because of the existence of the Sirens. On the one hand, the Sirens have caused humans to lose control over the ocean and driven humans from the sea to the land. On the other hand, the Sirens' suppression has also kept the intensity of humans' internal struggles at an extremely low level. In the history of this world, there has not even been a real world war, and the openness and friendliness between humans are much stronger than that of humans in most worlds that Wuming knows.

Now that Siren has run away, all the work before returning has been given to Wuming. He needs to take on the responsibility of guiding the direction of this world, so staying out of it is what he should do.

So the question is, can he stay out of it?

Can't do it.

After he helped the White Eagle twice and sold ship equipment plug-ins to various camps, it was impossible for him to stay out of it. He was already regarded as an important force. Even if he did not join this time, he could not completely reject the invitation next time or the next time. His overly cold behavior was inconsistent with his previous performance. In addition, the Sirens after he took over would inevitably be different from before. When these smart Rubik's Cube ships came to him with a bunch of clues and asked him what his relationship with the Sirens was, he could not follow the example of the Purifiers, leave a message, and then take it easy.

The reason why the Sirens mostly go to other worlds to find food is that they don't want to do things outside of the settings. Game operations and players are not the same thing after all, unless the test field setting at the beginning is for planners and players to play together.

The two of them hugged each other in the breeze through the forest, enjoying the brief silence.

"Huh... Commander, you're here."

This tranquility did not last long. Tiancheng frowned slightly and Wuming stared blankly at the sky. Their thoughts were soon broken by the later comers.

Wuming turned his head and saw a cool light blue floating in front of him.

"Polo, what do you want from me?"