Come and connect with me!

Wuming and Dafeng looked at each other, unable to find anything to do for a moment.

"How about we go to the restaurant over at White Eagle and wait for a while? We've almost finished our snacks, so let's leave Pi to Manju."

Cleveland folded his hands behind his head, looked at the empty room, and suggested aloud.

"What do you think?"

Wuming looked around and out of the corner of his eye he saw Jean Bart in the church opposite. She was observing them leisurely.

"Just go to White Eagle. The royal family has many rules and it's not pleasant to stay there."

Skyhawk cast a vote.

The rest of them nodded indifferently, and the group headed towards the White Eagle's restaurant, leaving behind only the clanging sounds in the base.

Jean Bart watched silently for a long time before returning to the church with a bored look on his face.

This Vichy Church's resident church has a spacious interior, with every inch of the floor covered with thick carpets. Paintings of gods are hung on the walls, and clear bells ring at regular intervals, as if they can cleanse the soul and make believers feel the gaze of the gods.

"Master Jean Bart, I baked some cookies. Would you like some?"

Dunkirk greeted her.

"Ah."

Dunkirk had long been accustomed to Jean Bart's indifference. She had seen the changes in Jean Bart from the former Knights Defenders of the Church to the current Vichy Theocracy. She knew that he was not really indifferent, but this taciturn leader was ashamed, or not good at expressing his feelings, which made people who did not understand think he was cold.

"Vicious?"

"She said she went to pray, but I secretly saw her sleeping in front of the statue. I put clothes on her, hoping that God would not punish her."

Dunkirk shook his head slightly, and whenever he mentioned viciousness, his tone was always helpless yet doting.

"Where's Lemar?"

"She is resting in her room. Maybe she is just fidgeting. She is not the type to sit still."

"Ah."

"As for Vauquelin... Lord Jean Bart, are you listening?"

As the de facto deputy captain, Dunkirk always kept everyone in mind and knew Jean Bart's habits, so when Jean Bart didn't speak, he began to inform everyone of the current situation. However, he didn't expect to see Jean Bart's rare absent-minded side.

"what?"

The female knight commander blinked in surprise before she came to her senses and looked at Dunkirk.

"Sorry, I'm having a hard time concentrating."

Jean Bart pressed his forehead in embarrassment, looking a little embarrassed to speak.

"Have you seen the station across the street?"

Dunkirk nodded slowly.

"I saw it, but I don't quite understand, Master Jean Bart, is there anything worth worrying about?"

"Well......."

Jean Bart let out a low sigh, feeling inexplicably irritated.

"It's nothing, just keep talking."

The silver-haired pastry chef was silent for a moment and then continued his report.

"Wauquelin's words......"

Time passed quickly, and after enjoying lunch in the church, the members of the Vichy Theocracy dispersed. Apart from being asked to carry communication devices with them, no other requirements were made.

All of a sudden, the church was empty except for Jean Bart. After eating, Vicious put on her favorite eye mask and fell asleep in the room.

"Well......"

Jean Bart stretched her neck, stood up straight, and strolled in the church. Her identity meant that she could not run around like ordinary ships, so she could only stay in the base and wait for her playful companions to bring back some news from other camps.

"Dangdangdang..."

Jean Bart walked through the corridor of the outer wall, looking calmly at the various murals on the wall, which depicted the story of the Lord creating the world and separating good from evil, right from wrong.

"Dangdangdang..."

Jean Bart frowned, stopped and looked towards the window with stained glass painting. On the opposite side of the glass painting, there was a constant sound of knocking.

"That's enough."

The female knight went out with a gloomy face, and came to the base in the port area in a threatening manner. She looked left and right, only to find that those unfamiliar ships and their commanders were not there. Inside the base, there was only a fat barbarian working hard.

Jean Bart blinked and roughly estimated the time. He found that this chubby little thing had been busy for nearly four hours since he noticed it.

"Hey, little thing over there!"

Jean Bart said fiercely.

Manjiu turned his head, looked at Jean Bart, and continued to dust in silence.

"Don't you understand me?"

Jean Bart muttered to herself that she never had any good ideas for dealing with small animals.

"Well, I remember cats usually come over if you call them like this..."

She half squatted down, stretched out her hand to Manju, and said seriously.

"Meow~~"

Manju paused, turned her head and looked at Jean Bart. Her whole body froze and she stared at her blankly, as if she had seen something extremely surprising.

"Hey, why are you the one working? What about those guys who went out? Do they live by enslaving you?"

Jean Bart asked sternly.

"Pull?"

Manjiu tilted his head, hopped over, and looked at Jean Bart who was talking incessantly.

"Is that guy called Nameless forcing you to work?"

"Pull?"

"Damn it, can't you understand what humans say?"

Jean Bart always has a stern face, but her heart is much softer than her appearance. She has empathy for the oppressed weak. Even though the memory of her knighthood is long gone, she seems to still retain the behavioral habits she had when she was conferred the title. She always unconsciously holds herself to the standards of a Knight of the Iris and never forgets to protect the weak.

"Well, it's always chirping."

Jean Bart stretched out his finger and poked the captain's finger. The texture of the finger was like a dumpling and the touch of a plush toy, which made the Knight Commander unable to let it go. He couldn't help but pinch it again, and looked at her with his black bean-like eyes without blinking.

"Well, how should I express what I mean?"

She mumbled to herself and spoke tentatively.

"Pull?"

Manju blinked, stretched out her short little hand and pointed behind her.

"You want me to see something?"

Jean Bart turned around as Manjiu instructed, and saw Dunkirk staring blankly at the knight commander who had a majestic image in her mind.

The air gradually became quieter, and at the same time, a sense of something wrong began to brew.

After a long while, Jean Bart spoke awkwardly.

"What did you start with?"

Dunkirk's voice was equally dry.

"Let's start from what Jean Bart said, meow."

"Oh."

Jean Bart nodded gloomily.

The next second, she said angrily.

"Doesn't that mean you saw it all?"

Chapter 866: Powder of the Divine Stone

"I see."

Three minutes later, Jean Bart, who was sitting on the ground in despair, had a red face, and held the chubby little dog tightly in his arms. He explained as quickly as possible that after Dunkirk wisely ignored the thought-provoking question of the respected Knight Commander, such as where did he get all the experience in dealing with small animals, she nodded in agreement with an expression of "I see".

"So, it's that guy called Wuming who is enslaving this child, right?"

"That's right."

Jean Bart took a deep breath, not daring to look at Dunkirk's expression. This pillow-like thing was very docile. Even in front of a stranger like her, he would allow her to rub and play with him. So theoretically speaking, it was indeed a good choice for hard labor, but...

"However, this tame creature doesn't look wild at all. Maybe it's some kind of artificial creature."

Dunkirk stretched out his finger and poked Manju's belly. The latter stared at him with innocent eyes, showing no intention of resisting or struggling.

"Well... Even if, even if it's like this, that guy called Wuming is too much."

Jean Bart looked towards the port area and saw through the open door that the interior decoration had completely changed into the shape of a yellow chicken, with the Manju logo everywhere. The floor had been laid and the walls were decorated with various paintings. The originally narrow windows had been repaired into simple but bright windowsills, and the fences had been removed and replaced with various ingenious small furniture. A Manju was not very efficient, but as long as there was no slacking off, it could solve the accommodation problem before checking in at night.

Dunkirk frowned when she heard that. She squatted down and looked at the captain.

"You should be able to understand human speech, right?"

Manju nodded, which made Jean Bart's eyes widen.

"Well, your task is to complete the interior decoration, right?"

Dunkirk asked again.

Manjiu nodded heavily.

Dunkirk sighed, and looked a little distressed as she looked at the interior room which was only one-third of the way to completion.

"Master Jean Bart, I have an idea."

......

The headquarters of the Sakura Empire.

"Welcome, welcome. Your Excellency Wuming's arrival brings glory to our humble place."

Atago said with a smile.

Although it was still late for dinner, since they met along the way, Atago invited them to give it a try. Wuming had nothing to do, and since he was curious about Akagi's thoughts, he just went with the flow and came to the Shigeki Sakura base.

"Mr. Wuming."

Canglong bowed slightly with a respectful attitude.

Akagi of the Sakura Empire gave the orders personally. Although she would be outside, she had to obey them. This mature and steady bunny-eared girl had an indifferent expression. After a slight salute, she moved her gaze away from Wuming and looked at Taihou beside him, and Noshiro who left a strong impression on her.

Although the former had a plump figure, she didn't feel much about it, as she was just wearing bold clothes. However, Noshiro knocked down a well-known stubborn samurai on the island in front of her. She was impressed by the way she defeated Kaohsiung with such a slender figure.

"There are also Miss Noshiro and Miss Taiho, as well as Miss Cleveland. As for the rest of you, please forgive my ignorance."

"Marco Polo, champagne, and the Eagle, um, the javelin will be here before dinner."

Wuming briefly said the name, causing Canglong to nod slightly.

"Lady Akagi once said that if you come, you must inform her. You can stay here for a while. I will inform Lady Akagi first."

"Please."

Wuming raised his hand and Canglong stood up and left. Wuming always had a strange feeling about this overly serious Canglong, or rather, whenever he met a ship girl with an attitude that was very different from those in the port.

On the one hand, I always wonder what the one at home would do to me, but on the other hand, I feel that the one I conquered is weaker.

"Tea, please..."

After bidding farewell to the bunny-eared girl, a familiar animal-eared girl came over with her lips pursed. She was holding a tray, and the distance between her steps was exactly the same, showing her solid martial arts skills. But on the other hand, this kind of serving job seemed particularly unfamiliar to her, and her reluctant look was also quite touching.

"Kaohsiung, have you forgotten what I taught you?"

The evil-minded sister Atago gave a secret hint from the side.

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

Kaohsiung sniffed and said while biting his lip.