Come and connect with me!

She has seen through all these things.

After Noshiro left the ship, a blue-haired girl holding a scepter grinned, glanced at the crowd indifferently, and then tutted with a slightly bored look.

She originally wanted to see if there were any people from the Sardinian Empire. If she met Veneto, it would be unreasonable not to go up and mock them. And Rome, the name just sounded unpleasant, so she would find an opportunity to beat them up if she met them.

Unfortunately, it is still in the assembly stage. People from the four major camps have gathered, but people from other camps are still on the way. Although Wuming did not set out with full strength, the physical ships he built casually have higher technical content than most camps. While maintaining comfort, they still have a good speed.

"Wow, what is this?"

A maidservant of the royal ship widened her eyes and stared at Marco Polo, who curled the corners of his mouth, stood up straight, and prepared to greet cheers.

But for a long time, she didn't hear the shouts of the ships. She frowned in dissatisfaction, and heard the maid also frowning and complaining in a low voice.

"Why is that blue-haired girl blocking the view? I really want to see that cool ship behind her."

"Yeah, yeah... Hey, she's glaring at me... Ugh, her expression is so fierce..."

Marco Polo turned around angrily, and saw behind her, Champagne was sitting sideways in mid-air without touching the ground. On her sky-blue head, the hollow black crown was elegant and majestic, floating above her head and spinning slowly. Behind her, the finger-shaped ship suit unfolded behind her, and strands of silk threads were looming, as if the light was also materialized. Behind her, a flag depicting the pattern of the iris of freedom was erected, which further highlighted Champagne's extraordinary demeanor.

Champagne felt the gaze and slowly opened her eyes. As she moved, the noise of the people around her became quieter.

"Don't pay too much attention to external appearances. Throw away these false things, and we will be no different from you."

Marco Polo's face turned dark, and he felt that his limelight had been stolen. He was thinking about what fashionable words to say to save his image when he heard the maid over there whispering to her companion.

"I guess the one who spoke so profoundly must be a high-ranking official in the church. It seems that important people like to speak in a pretentious manner."

Another maid agreed.

"Yes, I think so too. She might be a bishop of some kind."

The corner of Marco Polo's mouth twitched as he heard what the maids said next.

"At least he looks better than that blue-haired, stupid-looking guy!"

Chapter 858: Prison Wind

"Hey, she seems angry..."

"He was caught by the one behind him in a very impressive way."

"It's really weak."

As the royal maids made sarcastic remarks, Marco Polo was firmly grasped by Champagne who was always staring at her. She hugged her waist with both hands and used the force of the finger-shaped ship suit to confiscate the scepter that Marco Polo was about to fire the beam cannon at the next second. This prevented the world line from deviating in the direction of declaring war on the whole world in the port of Azur Lane.

"Let me go, I want to kill these bastards. Damn it, you actually said I looked stupid? You bastards, go to hell!"

Marco Polo struggled hard, but the two were almost equally strong, and her equipment was taken away. If she didn't take it seriously, she wouldn't be able to get the champagne for a while.

"Ugh......"

Champagne's expression remained unchanged, but the subtle sigh still made Marco Polo feel inexplicably angry.

“The truth may not always be acceptable.”

She unfolded a black light curtain in front of Marco Polo, using it as a temporary mirror, reflecting Marco Polo's current appearance.

Marco Polo blinked, looked at himself in the mirror, and his struggling movements became less intense.

"Damn, it seems a bit stupid..."

Marco Polo in the mirror puffed up his cheeks, his crimson eyes widened, making it difficult for her to sound strong.

".....Let go, I'm calm."

Hearing this voice, Champagne nodded slowly and returned the scepter to Marco Polo.

The two of them stepped onto the land of the artificial island together, one in front and one behind.

Although they both have blue skin and red eyes, if you only look at their appearance, they are actually quite similar. But when they stand together, one would never think they are sisters. The difference in their temperaments can clearly distinguish them from each other.

"Apart from these two, are there any other ships?"

Baltimore couldn't help but look at Champagne and was quite interested in this unique Rubik's Cube ship.

"Including the commander, there are eight people from our port area, and these are the ones you see."

Cleveland replied.

"Well, I'll report seven of them later... Your commander won't have any secret weapons, so you can go to the battlefield, right?"

Baltimore had not thought much about the possibility of Wuming as a fighting force, but after all, there was a company that liked to charge forward, so she deliberately asked.

Normally, it is unlikely that the flagship will participate in the war. After all, the role of the flagship is to integrate the strength of a camp and reasonably dispatch ships to places where they can play their talents. The frontal battlefield is not the field where they can play a role. However, White Eagle's enterprise does not follow the usual path. It becomes the strongest ship as the flagship of the camp, which makes Baltimore ask this question.

"No, he only came here because this is the first major operation involving many factions. Otherwise, he is usually quite busy... probably."

"Your tone is so suspicious..."

Baltimore shook her head. After asking everyone's name and spelling, and confirming with Cleveland again and again, her mission was considered over. Her name would be engraved on the nameplate on the seat and would be used in the meeting later. Even if the flagship was not present in this operation, there would be a remote projection. If the letters were spelled wrong, it would be a big joke.

As she muttered this, she saw out of the corner of her eye a half-human-tall yellow chicken hopping down from the deck. Only then did Cleveland nod, making sure that all members had left the ship.

"Instructions: Templated!"

The yellow chicken wearing the captain's hat hopped onto the artificial island. At Cleveland's command, the entire cabin of the steel ship behind it was glowing, and then it quickly shrank and turned into a ship in a bottle the size of a finger. The captain waved his hand, put the small bottle in his arms, and then followed Cleveland and walked towards Wuming.

"What is this stuff?"

"Manju, I'll just be considered a staff member of the port area."

Cleveland explained, as the captain beside him waved his short chicken wings and greeted Baltimore.

"...Well, maybe that's the point."

Baltimore shook his head and set off with Cleveland. As the nameless port area members got off the boat one by one, the crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed.

Wuming in front was walking side by side with Shangri-La, but after a while, a big phoenix appeared on his arm.

"Commander, say goodbye to this gloomy girl with glasses. Let's go around this artificial island together!"

The gloomy woman with glasses pushed her glasses silently, and a cold light flashed on the lenses.

"If the Commander needs anything, Shangri-La will take his leave."

She spoke in a low voice, with an unhappy expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Dafeng heard that Baiying's artificial island is very well made, so she has been looking forward to it. If I offended you, I apologize."

Wuming had a slight headache, so he reached out and flicked Dafeng's forehead with his fingers, as a warning to calm down his overly excited wife.

"You're too kind."

Shangri-La's expression relaxed a little, and she decided not to care about Dafeng's words.

"Because the locations of the four major camps are preset, including the Guigang District, we can only divide the area in the rear as a garrison. However, this also has an advantage. We can pass through the garrisons of various port areas, which can be regarded as a bit of scenery to see."

This is not entirely a compliment.

This type of action also serves to demonstrate the strength of the camp. The White Eagle's base is the largest and most sci-fi. Although it is an artificial island built in an emergency, every corner of the island is equipped with densely packed environmental adjustment devices, allowing the isolated island to always maintain the most comfortable temperature and humidity for the human body. The artificially simulated airflow and internal circulation system ensure that there is neither a sense of stuffiness nor the fishy smell of sea water, demonstrating the White Eagle's technical background in this silent way.

Although the royal miniature castle was only a temporary residence, its patterns and decorations were designed with great care. Maids walked through it, and all kinds of small flags depicting coats of arms were everywhere. The top was a gabled wooden roof, and the bottom was made of red bricks. The royal flavor was almost pervasive in every aspect. Among those maids, Wuming could see a blue shadow flash by, and he felt inexplicably familiar with it.

Outside the wooden houses of the Sakura Empire, there were glowing talismans guarding the four directions. However, compared with the other camps with people coming and going, Wuming did not see any furry animal-eared girls. I guess they were all hiding in the houses.

Next to the solemn and neat houses in red and black tones, a three-story building rises from the ground. It is obviously the port area headquarters that is a neighbor of Iron Blood.

"It took us some time to build this base...it definitely meets your needs."

Shangri-La's originally relaxed movements seemed a little stiff, but he still took the initiative to reach out and open the door.

"Minimalist style, prison style, should be able to satisfy your quirks."

Wuming blinked and looked up. He saw a layer of bluish cement floor inside the small building. There were several thin blankets on the floor. There were fences between the blankets. Some blankets were close to the wall. There were also several handcuffs shining with cold light hanging on the wall. Wuming was silent for a while.

"Are you satisfied?"

Shangri-La next to him asked expectantly.

Chapter 859 It Looks Really Bad

"Shangri-La, do you think this is a question of satisfaction or dissatisfaction?"

Wuming stared at the interior that was like a dungeon compared to the other camps, and felt his temples throbbing.

Shangri-La's smile was a little forced, and she began to figure out that something was wrong.

“This is a request made by the pioneers in Guigang District…”

As she said this, her voice became lower and lower, because Wuming's expression was already too obviously ugly.

"Can you tell me the name of that forerunner?"

"Oakland is a Rubik's Cube ship I had never heard of. I confirmed her identity only after I checked with Saratoga and got in touch with Guigang District."

Shangri-La took out a notebook as he spoke, tapped the cover, and immediately a light screen was projected, playing the previously saved video.

In the picture, a familiar black-haired woman smiled gently, with a faint smile in her dark golden eyes.

"........Sorry, sorry, we are not familiar with the procedures and could not find your White Eagle contact person. We actually need you to contact me specifically. It is really rude. However, Auckland was indeed sent by our port area. Thank you for your trouble."

The small window in the picture is Shangri-La. She also maintains a business-like smile, and I have a good impression of this port ship that is always smiling.

"It's okay. It's always like this at the beginning. As long as we move around more, we will become familiar with each other. I hope I can have a chance to talk to you face to face next time."

After reading this, Shangri-La played another communication record with Saratoga. It was a relatively routine conversation. After reading it, Wuming blinked and then silently pressed his temples.

"...It's hard for me to describe to you how I feel right now."

Wuming felt powerless when he saw Shangri-La still looked confused.

"Wait a mininute."

He raised his hand and waved to summon a screen of light in front of Shangri-La. After a moment, the screen lit up and a black-haired woman appeared on the screen.

"Dear, what can I do for you?"

"Well, Shangri-La from White Eagle said she talked to you once."

Frederick the Great on the screen moved his eyebrows, his dark golden eyes moved, and he glanced at Shangri-La lightly. The latter waved at her a little awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, although you are not very good-looking, my memory will not allow me to forget anything. Even if you are gloomy and boring, you are still unique."

Frederick the Great's face was full of disgust, and he was reluctant to look at her for even a second. Only when he looked at Wuming did his mood improve, and his fingers unconsciously twirled around her hair.

"It looks like White Eagle messed up here, right?"

"Can't you be more tactful?"

Wuming had seen Shangri-La pushing his glasses expressionlessly out of the corner of his eye. The glasses flashing with cold light made Shangri-La look chilly.

"I thought only the royal family liked to hear polite words, but I didn't expect the White Eagles were so fragile."

Frederick the Great said this softly with a smile, his sweet and beautiful red lips wantonly spewing bitter venom, which made Shangri-La's mood obviously worse.

"Well, I just got here. How about we talk tonight?"

Seeing that the situation was beginning to develop for the worse, Wuming could only stop the loss in time and let Frederick the Great say less.

"Okay, okay, let's talk tonight. The ice cube next to me is indeed a bit unromantic, so see you tonight."

Having said this, Frederick the Great blew Wuming a kiss before hanging up the call.

The communication ended, Wuming turned his head and looked at Shangri-La, who muttered to himself with an expressionless face.

"Gloomy and boring... hehe."

"Don't take this too seriously..."

Wuming raised his hand, feeling that Shangri-La was inexplicably dangerous.

"Give me five minutes."

Shangri-La said this, then holding the notebook, trotted towards the port. In front of Wuming's astonished eyes, he materialized into a ship outfit and jumped into the sea in one breath.

A moment later, continuous bombing sounds were heard on the sea, and large areas of sea water were blown into the sky.

"Commander, I've only been away from you for less than three minutes, and you've let Shangri-La accumulate so much pressure?"

Cleveland also came over at this moment and spoke to Wuming.

“There are many, many complicated issues, but to put it simply, it seems that we were listed by someone through a backdoor listing, and the reputation left behind may not be very good…”

Wuming's mouth twitched and he felt inexplicably blocked in his heart.