Come and connect with me!

But having Marco Polo alone is not enough, he also needs someone more obedient around him.

"Okay, then you'll be one tomorrow."

Since the decision had been made, Wuming did not delay and agreed readily.

"Haha, Commander, you won't regret your decision today."

Marco Polo laughed contentedly in three parts and left the command room with a roar.

"She doesn't look that reliable."

Enterprise on the side said with a little concern.

"I feel like if we take her with us, our port's reputation will be completely ruined."

"Strictly speaking, our port's reputation has long been ruined. Reno has mentioned it several times. I heard that the Iron Blood side called our port the Lover's Port, and the White Eagle side called our port the Resort Port. In short, there are a lot of similar not-so-good names."

Wuming said helplessly.

These seem to be derogatory terms. Even though Wuming doesn't quite understand their meaning, he knows that they are definitely not good things.

"But these are all about private life, and my commander, do you think they are wrong?"

Enterprise said unhappily.

"But if Marco Polo caused any trouble, it would rise to conspiracy or worse, which is much more serious than private gossip."

Although it is a bit of a headache that those guys can see that Minato's nature is impure, this level of words cannot hurt Enterprise's firm heart. Wuming said that his reputation was ruined and Minato was going to be finished, but his expression did not show any anger. For a man, being able to have a harem is not an insult, but rather a kind of praise.

"In short, in short, my commander, Marco Polo, you have to watch out."

"Yes, she knows her limits... probably."

Wuming thought about Marco Polo's actions and most importantly, his ability to take action, and he felt a headache.

"Then for the remaining people, let's select some people who can keep an eye on Marco Polo... Well, she is a planning ship..."

Speaking of looking at Marco Polo, Wuming began to feel troubled again.

This blue-haired maid seems easy to bully, but the basis of the planned ship is to match an entire fleet of ordinary Rubik's Cube ships. This is not an easy person to deal with. According to Wuming's simple combat power calculation table, below the Siren, or the only ones that can cause trouble to the Siren are some meta ships, and below the meta, above the ordinary Rubik's Cube ships are the planned ships that are made by gathering the power of a camp. Looking at the entire port area, there are not many that can deal with Marco Polo.

If we remove those who have a great reputation in their respective camps, there will not be much room for choice.

Enterprise glanced at Wuming and found that he was thinking, so he immediately reminded him.

"Don't forget that we have more than one planned ship in our port area now."

Wuming blinked and asked in confusion.

"Is it Mainz?"

Enterprise shook his head and spoke.

"No, of course she can, but I have a better candidate."

......

Outside the artificial island, Shangri-La stared at the sea with a dull expression, not saying a word.

She has maintained this posture for a long time, not because she really has any special feelings for this capricious sea, but the artificial island behind her is much noisier than the sea, making her, a Rubik's Cube ship that prefers quietness to noise, yearn for the sea even more.

"Hey, the one over there, your name is Ron, right? Let's compete to see who has the strongest planning ship!"

"Well, I also want to know what color the blood of the project ships other than mine is."

Shangri-La didn't even turn his head, but just spoke quietly.

"If you intend to violate the ban and use force in this non-war zone, I will follow the regulations and send a communication to Her Majesty the Queen and His Excellency Bismarck. I will definitely not be the one being scolded then."

The noise behind him suddenly died down, allowing Shangri-La to have a moment of peace and quiet. However, this time would not last long. Either the blue-haired girl in the maid outfit would start to provoke, or the seemingly kind-looking blonde woman would cause a dispute. In short, it was non-stop noise.

"Shangri-La, would you like some coffee?"

"No, thank you. I just want to see the sea now. Maybe someone will come over."

"I don't think so, man. If I were you, I would stay in the soundproof little room and have a good sleep to relax my brain. After all, the two of them would never just make a scene like this."

Standing side by side with Shangri-La was a heroic woman with short brown hair. She was tall, wearing a solid ship suit, with a look of boredom in her yellow eyes. She was sipping a cup of coffee. Compared to Shangri-La, who was responsible for receiving guests, she, who was in charge of maintaining law and order on the artificial island, was the one who had the most uncomfortable time.

“The only thing worse than not being able to rest is having to get up in the middle of a rest.”

Shangri-La glanced at her.

"I have a feeling, Baltimore, I won't be able to rest for long."

"Okay, then I'll squint my eyes before your premonition comes out. My premonition tells me that the most troublesome ones will definitely not be the two planned ships, but the port area that calls itself Azur Lane. Enterprise seems to have reached an agreement with them. This time, there is also a position for the commander named Wuming. I guarantee you that he is 100% a difficult person."

Baltimore pressed his forehead and turned away.

"Okay, one for you and one for me, now we have two bad premonitions."

Shangri-La pushed up his glasses and looked at the sea with lifeless eyes. The mother of all things that had existed on Earth before the birth of mankind was rarely silent. Amid the sparkling waves, a figure in a black coat was stepping on the waves, slowly coming towards the artificial island.

Shangri-La blinked, compared the figure, looked through the notebook in his hand, and then found with a headache that it was another person who had not been recorded.

"People over there, if possible, could you please give your name first?"

Shangri-La shouted loudly.

The figure on the sea hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"My name is Auckland, and I'm from Azur Lane."

Chapter 853 Oakland

"Wait a mininute."

Shangri-La quickly turned around and tapped on his notebook. The next second, a projection screen appeared on this thing that looked like just a paper notebook.

"...That's about it. If my memory serves me correctly, there is no ship in service around the world with this name."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

After reporting to Saratoga, Shangri-La turned back and nodded at the strange ship.

"I'm sorry for the delay, but it was necessary. After all, well, before today, the personnel counts in your port area were all question marks, and I needed to confirm them."

After talking to Saratoga, a while later, she received a report from the Azur Lane port area and obtained confirmed information that the Auckland in front of her was a member of that mysterious port area.

"I know."

Oakland nodded silently, not looking like the talkative type.

The commander named Wuming really knows how to use people well. He sent a taciturn person to come first to participate in the international-level operation.

Shangri-La had a smile on his face but was full of complaints in his heart.

"Wait a moment, let me take a look... Well, there is a pre-set open space between the Iron Blood and the Sakura Empire. Since you didn't notify us before you came, we have to start construction now. In about three hours, the ready-made templates can be used to build a base. Because the situation here at the Iron Blood is a bit special, I will install an additional soundproofing system."

Shangri-La held the notebook, put his thumb and index finger together, and then slowly opened them. The map of the artificial island on the projection screen quickly enlarged and appeared in front of the two of them.

"These are maps of the artificial island and the sea area centered on the artificial island. Since you are the pioneer of the port area over there, please write down these maps first. I will send you a set of paper copies later. By the way, is your system compatible with ours? I want to transfer it to you directly, which will be more convenient."

Oakland opened his mouth and spoke hesitantly.

"It should...it should be incompatible, but I have memorized the map, so I don't need you to send the information."

"......Well, it's a good habit to be cautious, but we're not going to fight side by side anytime soon...Okay, okay, another secretive person."

Shangri-La pushed his glasses awkwardly, then snapped his fingers, causing the projection screen to change, revealing dozens of decoration pictures of different styles.

"These are the interior decoration styles, you........"

“The simplest one is good.”

Auckland spoke lightly, interrupting Shangri-La's words, and the latter's eyebrows jumped and emphasized.

"The simplest one is a bed, a table, and three chairs. It's a preset template. Frankly speaking, our White Eagle prison is better than this."

"Well, my commander likes prison style."

Auckland nodded immediately.

"What he likes most is to let everyone wear prison uniforms to play cosplay. This time, he also deliberately emphasized that he wanted this minimalist style."

Shangri-La opened his mouth and forced a smile after a while.

“…It really tastes unique…”

As an adventurer on the White Eagle ship, she basically traveled to most of the world during her vacation. From dense and prosperous jungles to deep and dark underground, and even to the main cities of major camps to remote towns with few people, she left her footprints everywhere. She claimed that she had seen far more people and things than those on ordinary ships, but the fact that a guy with such a strange hobby could become a commander made her feel the absurdity that she rarely felt.

"In short, please keep it simple."

Auckland curled the corners of his mouth, seemingly not surprised by her reaction.

"Okay, I will respect your port district's, um, wishes..."

Shangri-La forced a smile. She looked at Auckland's dusty appearance and couldn't help but speak.

"Then, do you need to eat something first? Before the construction of the base in Guigang District is completed, you can stay in the White Eagle base to rest for a while. Although, well, our White Eagle style is not that, not that prison-style, but the basic rest function is still sufficient."

Upon hearing this, Auckland looked at his clean but worn coat and did not refuse Shangri-La's kindness.

"sorry to bother you."

Taking the identification key from Shangri-La, Auckland walked silently towards the White Eagle base. As a person representing the Azur Lane port area and a new ship that had never been seen before, her every move attracted much attention. However, the performance of this new ship was just like that of the port area. It seemed that there was no word about initiative in her dictionary. Facing the greetings from ships of various camps, she just nodded coldly with no fluctuation in her eyes, looking at everyone with an arrogant look.

She took a bath in the White Eagle base and changed into a new set of clothes. In front of the misty mirror, a mature beauty with loose silver hair was reflected. Her dark golden eyes were full of death, her lips were dull, her skin was pale, and drops of water fell on her wet hair after the bath, making a slight sound in the empty bathroom.

"......White Eagle......"

With a slight sigh, Auckland started to tie up her long hair. While staring at the mirror, she looked at her wet and difficult-to-manage long hair, frowned somewhat uncomfortably, put her five fingers together, and pretended to cut off her hair, but she hesitated halfway through the action.

"So be it."

Coming out of the bathroom and walking out the door, Auckland saw a girl with silver hair and red eyes leaning against the wall, yawning idly.

Auckland walked past her without looking at her, and suddenly heard a slightly puzzled voice coming from behind him.

"Hello, have we met before?"

Auckland turned his head with a calm expression. This completely unfamiliar expression made the girl who spoke a little embarrassed.

"Hmm, maybe I saw it wrong, sorry."

The girl spoke with a little embarrassment.

"My name is Montpellier. You are from the port area, right?"

"Ah."

Montpellier opened his mouth, then waved his hands dejectedly in the face of Auckland's almost obvious disgust.

"It's okay, I just want to say hello. I'll take my leave now."

Unable to bear this cold violence, Montpellier quickly turned around and left, hiding far away.

After she had walked for a while and was sure that the strange ship could no longer hear her voice, she angrily clenched her fist and punched the wall hard.

"Damn it, it really makes me angry!"

She yelled at the wall and then scratched her hair in distress.

"But she does look familiar..."

Montpelier's muttering made Auckland in the distance frown even more.

"It won't be exposed so soon..."

Chapter 854: Assembling the Troops

The moon rises and the sun sets, and the day at the Azur Lane port passes without any incident.

When Wuming woke up in a daze, the sun was already rising, shining through the glass onto his body.

"Are you awake, Master?"

I heard the head maid's gentle voice calling me.

"Well......"

Wuming nodded vaguely, his eyes dull. The head maid tilted her head, watching him about to close his eyes again unconsciously, and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.