Come and connect with me!

Wuming looked at the blue-haired maid who had her arms crossed over her chest with a nervous look on her face, and his expression began to become subtle.

For some reason, when the dispute between these two guys started, both Marco Polo, the victim, and Akashi, the perpetrator, felt unmotivated. He always felt that both of them were black and blue, and neither of them was innocent.

"Please, Befa."

"Your will."

The head maid straightened up, looked at Marco Polo, whose expression was becoming increasingly uneasy, and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, Befa is being disrespectful."

"If you think it's rude, then don't do it!"

The head maid's obviously polite words made Marco Polo feel insecure. She couldn't help but step back, but she only felt a flash before her eyes. Belfast, who looked like an agile character at all judging by his figure, stood in front of her in an instant. The next second, Marco Polo's face turned red, and she had the illusion that she had been touched all over her body.

"I have accomplished my mission, Master."

The head maid smiled peacefully and spread her hands towards Wuming. On her palms lay the cat-ear camera and two memory sticks. Compared to the camera, the two memory sticks had a faint body fragrance. There was also a playful smile in the head maid's eyes.

"Your Majesty, you still need to practice your skills in hiding things."

"You, you horny maid!"

Marco Polo shouted in self-deprecation.

"The value of a maid depends on the master's attention. My master doesn't hate this kind of maid."

The head maid smiled and let Wuming take the camera.

Wuming looked at the plot that seemed to have a section cut out that was at least 16+, and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

He coughed and put the camera and memory stick in his arms.

"I will check them and then destroy them all. Well, Marco, don't worry, I am a serious person and can control my curiosity!"

Wuming looked righteous, which made the empty-headed Marco Polo furious. She glared at Wuming in embarrassment, then turned and left the research center. Among everyone's strange looks, only the head maid's eyes seemed a little strange. She silently looked in the direction where Marco Polo left, as if thinking about something.

Chapter 820: The Difference Between Self-positioning and Actual Positioning

After settling this little dispute, Wuming watched as the head maid smiled as she lifted Akashi's collar and walked lightly to a secluded place. She raised the cannon, aimed it at the ground, and with a deafening roar, a huge hole was smashed in the ground.

As a team of yellow chickens were urgently drawn out, the interior of the pit was rapidly expanded. Among a bunch of little yellow chickens wearing protective hats with the words "Safety First", there was also a green-haired cat with a bitter face. As a punishment, she needed to work with Manju and make her cell with her own hands. This self-management ability touched Wuming a little.

Without continuing to watch Akashi's plastering career, Wuming just took a quick glance and walked back to the command room which was leaking air from all sides. He now had two memory sticks in his hands and was in a state of slightly ashamed curiosity.

It is human instinct to snoop into privacy. This information, which was collected by the Black Heart Cat and secretly obtained by Marco Polo, made Wuming have an urge to take a look. How could the secrets of the ship girls not be shown to the commander?

However, although he had such thoughts, Wuming still seemed a little guilty. After all, when he took these things, those strange looks were a little bit embarrassing, mixed with shyness and subtle contempt, which made Wuming, who was thick-skinned enough to hit the earth, feel pressured. He even thought about burning them in front of everyone. However, the itch in his heart was indeed a bit unbearable, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it and immediately returned to the command room.

"Let me check..."

The type of storage bar completely matches all the players inside the port area. Wuming looked at the empty door and scratched his face in distress. Finally, he decided to watch it quickly at several times the speed and then burn it to give up the idea.

He put on a pair of headphones to reserve some warning for external movements, and then projected the image directly into the pupil. From the outside, it seemed that Wuming was still reading the documents seriously.

After the arrangement was completed, the first storage bar was opened, and all kinds of strange information popped up. They were basically small things, such as helping Noshiro find a quiet place to practice swordsmanship, or preparing soft pillows for Shinano. From this perspective, it even seemed like Akashi was playing an open world game, working hard to solve various problems. While digesting scientific research materials, he would also stroll around and see with his naked eyes what help everyone needed.

Really hardworking...

Seeing how efficiently Akashi worked, Wuming felt a little reluctant to lock her up.

However, this diligence did not last long, and Akashi's scientific research attributes soon emerged. She would reserve various small surveillance cameras in public areas to further explore the needs of the port ship girls, and had already begun to prepare for the corresponding cargo reserves.

At this point, Wuming finally understood why everyone was willing to do favors for this green-haired cat.

"Hiss... That night, that's how Noshiro got her clothes... And Shinano..."

Wuming pressed the corner of his eye and looked at the document intently - at least that's what it looked like.

Beyond this section, there is a list of demands, big and small. Yamashiro wants some unique tree species to decorate the shrine, and the clumsy Harman also wants a handmade Yorktown fufu. Xiao Tiancheng is a frequent visitor. All kinds of trendy toys and snacks that are not nutritious and therefore banned are made in Akashi's research center...

By the way, Mainz even orders clothes directly from Akashi, highlighting the idea of ​​doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing.

This type of clips basically contains things that can be said, but the original owner will beat you up, and things that are forbidden and you will get a spanking if you say them.

"The evil snack factory must be destroyed!"

The small boats have been eating less and less proper meals recently, so it seems this is an opportunity. However, Wuming still needs to use his brain to think about what to do.

And this past was some difficult-to-talk-about trading items, which were surveillance cameras that Akashi had thrown into corners, and videos that were accidentally shot. The objects of the sales also made Wuming a little dazed.

"...No wonder Akashi accepted the punishment so obediently. Let's keep him in prison for a while longer..."

There are quite a few short films used for power generation, and their sales are a bit too high. Wuming even suspects that in the eyes of these ship girls, he has no secrets at all.

After watching it at several times the speed, Wuming felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Forget about Cleveland... How come Ayanami's name is also on it..."

He pinched his face with a strange look on his face, always feeling that his identity might be different from what he thought.

He felt that he should be the male protagonist of the alien world's dragon arrogant, and his main role was to show off, but as he spent more time in the port area, he inexplicably felt that he was actually the protagonist of an unspeakable side story, and the plot that occupied the largest amount of time should be about having sex everywhere.

Wuming took a deep breath and opened the second memory.

Compared to the all-encompassing first memory, the second memory only contains the information of one person.

"Marco Polo..."

Wuming muttered her name and started playing.

In the picture, Marco Polo is whispering to the bushes with a bit of shyness. Although the voice cannot be heard clearly, the camera is low and the action is fast, and it is obvious that the cat photographer is very professional.

"Odd numbers mean likes, even numbers mean dislikes..."

As he said this, Marco Polo lifted up a blooming rose and nimbly tore off the petals. While doing so, he was also silently counting the number of petals. The number of petals on this rose clearly did not meet the Pope's needs, so she threw aside the remaining branch with only the core of the flower left, then picked another one and continued counting the petals.

In the camera, Marco Polo sat sideways on the ground, with a large number of petals of various colors scattered around her, making her look as beautiful as a flower fairy in a fairy tale.

After a while, Marco Polo finally picked up a rose whose petals were not plural.

"Hehe, as expected, the stupid commander still likes me!"

The Pope smiled with satisfaction, carefully put away the rose with only one petal left, clapped her hands complacently, shook off the remaining debris, turned around, and took a few steps back with her back pressed against the tree nervously.

"This is really big news, meow. Pineapple Jam is surprisingly innocent, meow. Hehe, I never thought that Pineapple Jam would do such a thing, meow!"

Akashi behind the camera played the role of the bad guy very well. Although the evil content in his laughter was not high, it was also the standard villain tone.

“Give me the camera!”

"No, meow, unless you, Polo-chan, can satisfy Akashi's one hundred requests, meow!"

.......

While Wuming was still watching the video, the head maid had already arrived at the door of a church-like villa.

"Let us talk, Your Majesty Marco."

She looked at the closed door and spoke again.

"Don't treat everyone as a fool."

Chapter 821: A Few Things About Marco Polo

Outside the door of the church-shaped villa.

The head maid stared at the gate quietly, the dull golden color in her eyes gradually lighting up, like melted gold. The previous changes endowed her with power different from that of the ship. Now, she had only used a small part of this power, which was enough to look through the solemn and restrained door and vaguely meet the pair of burgundy eyes.

"I don't have much time to waste, so, Marco Polo, I'll just pretend you're not in there."

After leaving Commander Wuming, the head maid's gentle and smiling exterior was mercilessly discarded, revealing her cold inner self called Belfast. She did not address him with respect, and her words did not contain any respect. She, who liked to achieve her goals in an obscure way, also rarely expressed her dissatisfaction openly.

"Your methods are too low-level. With Akashi's technology, there will be no situation where one memory stick is not enough. The reason you acted a little panicked is that you are worried that your fake product will not be able to hide from everyone. Speaking of which, you made this fake product on the spot, right? The difference in the corners of the shell is still very obvious."

"..."

"No talk? Very good."

The head maid frowned slightly, and Marco Polo opposite her said nothing. The two people, separated by a door, clearly did not see each other, yet seemed to be looking at each other face to face.

"You just came back yesterday. The strange things at the banquet must have been caused by Akashi. That greedy little cat is too immature compared to your methods. You used her name to get the help of your companions who received her favors, so as to attract the attention of the master and make her small threats to you disappear completely. After all, if the matter gets out of hand, she will definitely not be able to use it to instruct you, right?"

There is a hollow relief engraved on the dark door. The savior opens his arms and looks down at all living beings with compassion. The faint glow from the sky hangs on the crown of thorns, as if the god will wake up in the next second and bear the sins of the world again.

"But you seem a little too greedy. You should have read the information. With the so-called favors collected by Akashi, you should have a general understanding of the personalities of everyone in the port area. This saves you a lot of effort. So what will you do next? Create a chance encounter, or use similar methods to get close to the person you need little by little to achieve your goal. However, you don't seem to be satisfied with killing two birds with one stone. What's in the second storage bar? What short video did you take yourself? Does it show feelings for the owner that are difficult to express in person? Or is it some black material about Akashi, or some more plans for the development of the port area? I guess it should be all of them. You don't seem like the kind of person who likes to follow the rules."

Belfast said this, but the gate in front of him remained silent. The statue was tall and old-fashioned, and its outstretched arms were both a protection and a resistance, silently expressing the rejection of the person hiding behind the statue.

"I am not interested in your little tricks. This island is not short of smart people, schemers, and self-righteous fools. One more of you won't make a difference. But you have crossed the line, Your Holiness."

After the head maid finished speaking, she stood in front of the door without saying a word, her eyes cold.

After a long while, Marco Polo's voice was heard from inside the door, with a hint of irritability.

"I have never thought of deceiving him, and I won't do so in the future. If you are controlled by me, it means that you are nothing special. The strong should dominate the weak. Belfast, this is my attitude. If you are dissatisfied with this, please make an appointment for a time and place. I will be happy to teach you the Roman way of handling disputes!"

The so-called Roman way was to overwhelm the enemy in every way possible, to conquer the mind with eloquence, to destroy the body with the spear, and if one of the two died, all problems would be solved.

"That's great. It just so happens that we in the royal family don't just know how to be elegant!"

The head maid said lightly, her eyes flickering, then turned and left.

"As the victor, I have no intention of getting my hands dirty against an enemy like you who poses no threat to me. Remember, starting this afternoon, I want you to use your ship gear and clean up the command room. Self-righteous people should sweat a little. I hope this will make your brain less watery."

The footsteps gradually faded away through the door. Marco Polo inside the door was stunned at first, and then he became furious!

"How dare you, woman, look down on me? You..."

Marco Polo was furious and could no longer bear it. She reached out and grabbed the handrail of the door and pulled it open suddenly, but she felt something was wrong. The originally solid alloy handle slipped between her fingers, and the moment she clenched it, it turned into dry metal powder and was shaken off by her unconsciously.

This action seemed to have triggered a chain reaction. The entire door shattered and disintegrated instantly, as if time had accelerated tens of thousands of times at this moment. These magnificent buildings that could theoretically stand to the end of the world were instantly reduced to ashes before Marco Polo's eyes. Only a round object fell to the ground and rolled in front of Marco Polo. She lowered her head expressionlessly and looked into the eyes of the god's head. The statue of the god carved with precious metals and gems fell into the dust on the ground after losing the support of its majestic body. At first glance, it looked no different from a stinky stone on the roadside.

The shattering of the door was only the beginning. The entire church-like building collapsed silently, turning into dust along with the pride of its owner.

Just a few seconds later, sunlight from outside shone in. Marco Polo looked at the church, which had been completely reduced to ruins except for the ground beneath his feet, and clenched his fists in silence.

This beautiful church covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters was dismantled and turned into building materials without her knowing it. This meant that her power was not as strong as she imagined. As a loser in the true sense, she had to accept the punishment.

"Bang!"

A human head decorated with gold and inlaid with gems was kicked into the bushes without mercy. Marco Polo dusted off the dust on her body, showing no remorse for her blasphemous act. It was as if she had been tricked by Akashi into taking a photo but then found a way to get back at him. She grinned, composed herself, picked up her scepter, and walked towards the command room.

Under the distant sky, in the command room that was leaking air from all sides, Wuming had a face full of emotion.

Pineapple, I cried my ass off.

She actually ripped off the petals to think of my new feelings. How adorable!

And because of such a thing, he was threatened by the black-hearted Akashi. I’m so angry. The black-hearted cat must be severely punished!

Wuming was moved and threw the two storage bars into the warehouse. It would be safer to throw things like this that involve the privacy of the ship girl into the warehouse.

At this moment, it was almost noon. He tidied up his appearance, stood up and walked towards the dock.

Chapter 882 My Greedy Little Bear

"Here, here! Commander, Commander!"

At the port dock, as expected, Javelin had arrived early. She stayed under the parasol and waved vigorously at Wuming. Ayanami and Laffi beside her were obviously pulled over by her.

"Hey, Javelin, Ayanami, and Laffey, you're all here."

"The three great families have assembled."

Rafi said weakly, and when she saw the question mark on Wuming's face, she continued slowly.

"Rafi, I'm just kidding."

"Mooh~ Laffy-chan, don't say such scary things. If the unicorn hears it, it will be sad."

Javelin puffed his cheeks and spoke seriously.

Then Javelin scratched his head again and muttered.

"Alas, Z23-chan is not here, and no one is here to refute us at this time. I feel a little sad for some reason."

"Javelin, bad intentions."

Lafite said this in a flat tone. As a loli with a rather three-no personality, Lafite's voice is always light whether she is talking normally or joking.

"Come to think of it, it's obviously the Royal Five, why are you so hung up on the number three?"