Come and connect with me!

The port base was only a three-story building, but the second and third floors were only equipped with doors and windows. The interior was a complete empty shell. Only on the first floor were there some blankets. Shangri-La looked at the blanket under Champagne, and then at the captain sitting on another folded blanket, and felt a rare sense of shame.

"Pull!"

The captain waved his short hand and greeted Shangri-La.

"Um, hello."

Shangri-La also waved slightly as a greeting.

"Detection mode, on."

Champagne slowly closed his eyes, and the black crown floating above his head slowly unfolded, turning into a still-rotating star disk. When those upright spikes were connected to form metal halos, circle after circle of conspicuous halos slowly spread out, enveloping the entire three-story building. Shangri-La, who was standing at the door, frowned uncomfortably, feeling as if he had been seen through from the inside out.

After a moment, Champagne opened her eyes, the crown was put back in place, and her gaze turned back to Wuming.

“There aren’t many traces.”

Champagne's voice was slightly chilled.

"She had already prepared for this."

Shangri-La pushed up his glasses.

"So, the one called Oakland is not here?"

Champagne shook his head, stretched out his hand and grabbed the captain. The fat chicken, which was half a person's height, blinked its small eyes as big as black beans, and suddenly felt its body lighten. The next second, it sat down on the cold concrete floor.

"Pull?"

“There’s only a little trace here.”

Champagne suddenly grabbed the blanket that Manchu was lying on, shook it slightly, and shook out a coat from the blanket.

"She put on new clothes and left her old ones here."

Shangri-La spoke without hesitation.

"Then can you give this dress to our White Eagle? I can try to use large instruments to analyze the odor particles, and maybe I can find some clues. There are machines on this island."

Wuming nodded to Champagne, who tore off a scrap of his coat and handed the rest to Shangri-La.

"Then go ahead, we'll keep some of it."

"Thank you for your understanding. I will leave now."

Shangri-La put on her gloves and took her coat away. Before leaving, she said a little embarrassedly.

"Thank you again for your help. Can you stay at the White Eagle Station temporarily before we rebuild here?"

Wuming opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Champagne spoke with displeasure in his voice.

"No need, we can solve the problem ourselves."

Shangri-La pushed his glasses a little awkwardly, nodded slightly, and turned away.

After Shangri-La walked away, Wuming asked with some confusion.

"Can we sort out the housing issue?"

Champagne pursed her lips and nodded heavily.

"OK."

She looked at the captain with an innocent face.

“As long as we all work together.”

Wuming looked at Champagne, whose expression rarely changed, and at the captain who she had high hopes for, and felt that she was just suddenly throwing a tantrum.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Since she was a ship girl from the port area, he could only accompany her. It seemed that she was just a little unhappy with Shangri-La and did not want to go to the White Eagle’s base to rest.

The captain didn't react much to the request for champagne, or rather, it was not easy for a fat chicken to react.

[Leave it to me! ]

A sign was taken out from somewhere, and the captain's anger seemed to be on fire, and his eyes as big as black beans became sharp.

Wuming just watched the captain take out a bunch of odds and ends from his pocket, as if he was ready to repair the interior of the base.

Fake sister, Sirius.

The real sister is shaking, manchu!

"Knock knock."

Wuming was watching when he heard a knock at the door.

"Commander, I'm back."

Cleveland said to him.

"That Oakland girl has been belittling the standard of living in the Docklands. It's said that she only ate some nutrition bars and drank a cup of oatmeal last night."

"Well, it looks like they are hostile to us, but not big."

Wuming shrugged and looked towards Cleveland.

"Any other news?"

"I'm familiar with everyone in the White Eagles, so I have no taboos when asking questions. In fact, there is a lot of information. The most common consensus is that Auckland is a bit cool and eats very quickly. He seems very alert, but he is nice to the people of the White Eagles. To the people of the Sakura Empire and even the Iron Blood, he seems lukewarm."

"Well, I always feel like it's a joke played by our people in the port area. It's also a bit like the meta that came over that time, but what's her purpose in doing this?"

Wuming was not particularly smart, but this world was big and small at the same time, and he could easily find a few suspects by eliminating those who were incompetent and those who were capable but had no motive.

The Sirens are capable, and they are all fun-loving people, so it's not surprising that they make such jokes. No matter how you guess, it won't be OOC.

But all the Sirens have gone on vacation, and the assistants who stayed behind are still on standby in the port command room. Apart from that, the one with obviously higher technology than this era is naturally meta. However, there is only one unknown guy in the meta ship who can move in space, and the fact that he is not picky about food seems to confirm this speculation.

"So, what's the purpose?"

As Wuming was muttering this, a fleet in the distance was getting closer and closer to the artificial island. On the fleet's flagship, an axe-shaped pattern was fluttering in the wind. On the bow, a tall woman with long flaxen hair was looking at White Eagle's artificial island with an unhappy expression.

"They actually sent us an invitation. What were the people in White Eagle thinking?"

Chapter 862 Jean Bart and Malice

"Ha, is this the artificial island of White Eagle? It looks so shabby."

"It is your freedom to view this place as you wish, Monsieur Jean Bart."

At the port of the artificial island, the busy Shangri-La was breathing a little quickly. She had just delivered the suspicious clothing to the Scientific Research Department when the people from the Vichy Church arrived. Although their arrival was still within the expected time, she still felt flustered and had a sense of urgency that made her breathless.

Jean Bart was wearing a dark red dress with golden embroidery on the shoulders and cuffs, which made her look quite luxurious. The cuffs were a bit large, so her five fingers were curled up inside the cuffs. However, unlike the solemnity of the coat, her lining was a shaping tights with an 18th-century style, which tightly bound her already slender waist. Below her waist, she wore leather hot pants with many buckles and belts, which made her temperament, which seemed serious because of the coat, become full of rebellion, quite like a punk girl.

"You don't care about other people's opinions. As expected of a White Eagle, you are so arrogant."

Jean Bart said coldly.

"Master Jean Bart means..."

The silver-haired girl next to Jean Bart took a step forward and stood just between Jean Bart and Shangri-La, who looked suspicious.

"White Eagle's artificial island is pretty good."

Her smile was warm, slightly easing the cold atmosphere between the two of them.

"Humph."

Jean Bart snorted coldly.

"You always like to do extra things, Dunkirk."

"No, Miss Dunkirk is much more agreeable than a certain Excellency."

Shangri-La pushed up his glasses, his fingers twitching slightly. He had the urge to jump into the sea without any hesitation and bombard the empty space for half an hour.

But it’s not possible. It’s still working hours. She had been tormented by that woman named Frederick the Great and her defense had been broken, which caused her armor to be temporarily stacked up a little, and her anger threshold was also relatively high.

“I don’t want to be liked.”

Jean Bart sneered and spoke to the team behind him.

"Let's enter the port and see what our White Eagle friends have prepared for us."

She paused and said, looking at Shangri-La's unhappy look.

"I hope it's not a prison."

"you!"

Shangri-La's mouth twitched and he became angry.

She breathed in and out several times before she slowly calmed down.

"You will be satisfied. Follow me."

If it was before Wuming came, this piece of trash talk would not have caused her such a big reaction, but Wuming's current base looks like a prison, and it is entirely because of the White Eagle's problem. Champagne's attitude is also obviously a lack of trust in her, which made her a little allergic to words like "prison" and "cell" for a short period of time.

Following behind Shangri-La, Jean Bart crossed his arms and his eyes unconsciously became ferocious.

"Please calm down, Master Jean Barr."

Dunkirk's satin-like silver hair fell on her shoulders, with a black butterfly hairpin pinned between her hair. There was helplessness in her scarlet eyes. Even though she tried to persuade him again and again, as an assistant, this was all she could do.

"I will, as long as this White Eagle guy doesn't make me mad."

The Theocracy was split into two, and the once noble knights became homeless vagrants. All of this made Jean Bart feel powerless and angry. She hated herself, and she hated the Red Axis and the Azur Lane even more. Among them, she disliked the Royal Family and the White Eagles the most. Normally, hearing news about them would make her furious. Now that she came here unwillingly, she was like a walking active volcano. God knows when she will erupt.

"This is the base prepared for you. It is located close to Iron Blood in order to facilitate your gathering with your allies. Of course, if you, Jean Bar, have any opinions about Iron Blood, please let me know so that I can make timely arrangements."

Shangri-La's expression was indifferent, with only a strange light reflected from the lens.

Compared to Wuming, the distinguished guest of White Eagle, the remnants of the Iris Theocracy are not that important. If we rank the major camps, in Shangri-La's heart, both White Eagle and Royal are objects that cannot be neglected. Wuming has benefited from the White Eagle Enterprise and ranks slightly higher, on par with Iron Blood and Sakura Empire. As for the red central axis trash that currently calls itself the Vichy Church, it doesn't matter whether it is Yin or Yang.

"Oh, of course I have no problem with Iron Blood, you don't have to provoke me in such a clumsy way."

Jean Bart uttered a cry, with a chill in his scarlet eyes.

"We only do stupid things once."

"I do not understand you, Master Jean Bart."

Shangri-La raised his eyebrows, looked around, and led the Vichy Church and his party through the bases of various camps, stopping beside the church-like building next to the Iron Blood base.

"We're here. This is the accommodation provided for you. Please make yourselves at ease."

If it was Wuming, Shangri-La would have to spend some time to ask him what he thought and whether he was satisfied with Baiying's arrangement. However, she couldn't force herself to smile at this guy who would find fault at first sight.

Jean Bart watched Shangri-La turn around without hesitation, without even blinking. The church in front of her was restrained and simple, and she had no dissatisfaction with it.

"Ahhhhhhhh... I'm already feeling very uncomfortable from the bumpy ride on the sea. Lord Jean Bart, I'd like to request a good night's sleep. The deadline... let's set it before tomorrow!"

Jean Bart was still looking at the church when a white figure behind him stretched out his body with some difficulty and uttered a long, listless whimper.

"Vicious, stop right there! The luncheon is about to start, you can't use this excuse to be absent!"

Dunkirk said helplessly.

The person who spoke was a petite silver-haired girl. The two bulging buns on her head made her look more childish. Under the pure white dress were thin legs wrapped in white silk stockings. A rapier was slanted at her waist. Just like the girl herself, she had no deterrent power. However, as a destroyer, she was extremely fast and quick in action. She could often hit the enemy's vital points before they had time to react, and easily eliminate any enemy that blocked her way.

But the battlefield is the battlefield, and private life is private life. She was yawning now, and her already round face became even softer than a lump of dough. Her body was swaying, as if she was going to fall down at the next second.

"........call....."

Dunkirk wanted to say something but stopped herself, feeling desperate for this guy who could fall asleep while standing. She had no choice but to take out a cookie from her arms and wave it in front of the vicious one. The latter twitched his nose, opened his eyes a little bit, and barely regained some energy.

"It's a snack from Dunkirk!"

“Don’t eat too much…”

She spoke in vain, and after a while she realized that Jean Bart had not spoken for a long time.

"Master Jean Bart?"

Dunkirk asked doubtfully.

Jean Bart was looking at a three-story building across the street with a puzzled look on his face. Several unfamiliar Rubik's Cube ships were standing outside, watching a half-human-high yellow chicken wearing a safety helmet, holding a hammer and nails, and starting to lay the floor.

"What the hell is this?"

Chapter 863: The Merger of the Iris Theocracy

[I brought some daily necessities with me! 】