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Chapter 868: Follow-up from Jean Bart

In the port area’s base, Wuming and his group have already returned.

"Hey, why is the efficiency so much higher this time?"

As soon as Wuming entered the door, he felt something was wrong. The original poor layout of the residence had been completely changed. There were many windows, making the interior ventilated and bright. Various decorations were matched very tastefully. Just by looking at it, you could tell that the owner of this place was very attentive and did not neglect the layout just because he was only staying temporarily.

As for the captain, it seemed that he had gone to bed early. The chubby chicken was lying in a large compartment, snoring loudly.

"Maybe Akashi has optimized the action logic of the Barbarians, making them more efficient."

Tianying walked into the compartment and poked Manchu's belly, causing the hemispherical creature to move impatiently.

"Maybe, but Akashi usually comes to take credit for this kind of thing, and then asks me for more gold coins... Never mind, maybe she did it before she went to jail."

Wuming thought about it and it made sense, so he stopped asking questions. After all, higher efficiency was a good thing.

He turned around and took a look at the interior decoration. Some people can decorate their home like a prison, but some people can also renovate a prison to look like home. Various warm-toned decorations made the place full of a comfortable atmosphere. The combination of bright yellow and light green was full of vitality. Some of the wall decorations were rare in Vichy style, which made Champagne take a few more glances.

Just by looking at it, Champagne realized something was wrong.

"Commander, it's not just Manju."

She looked at the flowers and green plants that decorated various places. The spatial structure was also quite different from the other places. Most of the rooms were of conventional structure, but in a small area, the style of the furniture had changed significantly, with inconspicuous but ingenious carvings, a more pastoral style in layout, and even began to pay attention to symmetry.

"These are the styles of the Iris Theocracy."

Wuming blinked and repeated softly.

"Iris Theocracy..."

As he said this, Wuming's gaze began to unconsciously look towards the other side of the door. There happened to be a pair of eyes hidden behind the window, staring at him from afar. After noticing his gaze, the pair of red eyes quickly disappeared behind the window.

In the Vichy Vatican's headquarters, Jean Bart turned his head away with a guilty conscience and spoke to Dunkirk who was also very concerned.

"It seems he has discovered us."

Dunkirk is also somewhat distressed.

"Ah, we have been discovered by the master. So, what should we do, Master Jean Bart?"

She had changed into casual clothes now, her hair was wet, and there was a hint of unnaturalness in her scarlet eyes. Although after bathing, both she and Jean Bart in front of her looked clean, but half an hour ago, they were still covered in dust and dirt.

At that time, the two decided to reduce the burden on Manju, and they couldn't bear to see this little thing working alone. As an Iris ship girl with a normally developed brain, they certainly wouldn't just wear a white hat and stand aside to point fingers and express concern. As knights of Iris, they were determined to protect the weak, so naturally they wouldn't just watch.

After changing into some comfortable work clothes, Jean Bart rolled up his sleeves together with Dunkirk to help Manju share the work.

This seemingly clumsy fat chicken is far more agile than it looks. It quickly took out a white paper, drew a structural diagram, and then divided the work with two kind strangers before devoting itself to the repair work. By the time Wuming and his group came back, the work had been completed for nearly forty minutes.

"Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of. When the host comes to our house, we will decide our attitude based on his attitude."

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Jean Bart calmed down and spoke very calmly.

"If he is an unjust person, then fight him with the sword. If he is a good person..."

She paused and said.

“Vichy also has no shortage of fine wine and food to entertain guests.”

Not long after, the church door, which was never visited by anyone except its ally Iron Blood, was awakened by a strange voice.

"Dong dong dong."

The Vichy-style church door was divided into two by the stone pillar in the middle, and there was a knock on the left door.

After a while, a questioning voice came from inside the door.

"Who is coming?"

There was silence outside the door, and then a male voice answered.

"Your neighbor across the street."

The door of the church slowly opened, and what came into Wuming's sight was a silver figure. There was still some moisture on the ends of her hair, and her scarlet eyes were filled with fiery passion. Under the thin dress was a pair of slender and straight white thighs. At this moment, her delicate feet were wearing sandals, and she was dressed just like a normal girl.

"Hello, Miss Dunkirk."

Dunkirk blinked and looked at Wuming and Champagne who were following him. Behind the two of them, a barbarian was yawning continuously.

"Welcome, Mr. Wuming. Please come in and tell me what you want to say."

"excuse me."

After a brief conversation, Wuming and Champagne walked into this ancient yet novel church, and Manju followed closely behind them.

Ancient, of course, refers to the style of this building, it can be thrown into any wilderness or cliff without being out of place, as for novelty...

"Oh, it's all your fault. I'm dead!"

A white-haired little girl in white gauze pajamas was lying on the sofa, with the slightly higher armrest acting as a pillow. She was holding the handheld game console high up, rubbing the handle vigorously, and muttering to herself.

Opposite her, a black-haired sporty girl was rubbing the handle with sweat on her forehead, her eyes fixed on the game console, not daring to look away for even a second.

"It's obviously you who's greedy for the sword. I told you to turn around and put up your shield if you want to chop twice!"

Wuming was watching when he heard a voice coming from not far away.

"Are you the nameless commander who left this kid at home to work?"

Wuming looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with long flaxen hair speaking in a rude tone.

"Well, if you mean the person who assigned the task, then I am right."

Wuming looked at the real version of Jean Bart, smiled, and pushed the little yellow chicken behind him, allowing the wild chick to come to him on its short legs.

"I probably learned about your help from this little guy, so I came here to thank you."

Wuming said this, and the captain understood and took out a large lunch box that was still steaming from his small pocket.

"These are snacks made in my harbor. They are rare handmade products. I hope you don't mind them."

It is most appropriate to express gratitude for labor by using labor products. Wuming is not the kind of person who does not look at the camera, nor has he ever thought of defining the person opposite as a thief without knowing anything. He first talked to Manju for a while before paying a visit.

Jean Bart looked at Manjiu and found that this little creature, who was quite human-like, showed no reluctance at all, so he took the lunch box and handed it to Dunkirk on the side.

"You don't look like a dogmatic guy. My impression of you has changed."

She said to Wuming.

"Let's go to the living room."

Chapter 869: Scumbag!

The headquarters of the Vichy Theocracy.

".......I see."

Jean Bart's voice lowered, and he still looked at Manju with a strange look.

In Wuming's description, this yellow fat ball is a by-product of the research on the Rubik's Cube. It is an autonomous artificial chicken that basically exists in the port area as a helper. Its purpose will be determined according to the various data input. In the current technical version, Manju is almost omnipotent, whether it is tidying up the room in daily life, or going out to buy items - if the supermarket allows such a little thing to enter, as well as cooking, making simple clothes, experimental assistant, and even acting as a driver of a physical ship during the voyage.

If necessary, this little thing can also be used to drive a suicide ship to create people.

Of course, this is an anonymous description.

Actually...

This is a mascot from another world. As a golden finger, the port area materialized it and used it as a helper. In fact, it doesn't have so many unnecessary meanings.

"That is to say, our help is not actually needed..."

Jean Bart said a little embarrassedly.

"Well, it seems like that's right."

Wuming looked at the Knight Commander in front of him and shrugged helplessly.

"..."

Jean Bart lowered his eyes and stared at the table in silence. The orange wooden table, which was wiped clean and reflective, faintly reflected Jean Bart's somewhat depressed face.

Wuming looked at Champagne on the side, who blinked with a question mark in his eyes, completely unaware of the current embarrassing situation.

At the same time, a pair of gazes looked over here vaguely. Wuming followed his feeling and saw Dunkirk standing by the door of the reception room, staring at him with a bad face.

【It’s not my fault! 】

【It's your fault! 】

Although it was just a brief eye contact, for some reason, Wuming could always sense what Dunkirk meant, and believed that the latter also felt what he meant.

Wuming pressed his forehead and avoided looking at the angry face.

"Well, I think this matter is not meaningless."

He spoke before the female knight commander could adjust herself.

"At least I was able to find a true knight on this island. She treats the weak with kindness and takes it as her duty. She did not stand idly by just because this weak person is not human. This is why I came to visit."

When Jean Bart looked up in surprise, he saw Wuming's smile.

"Not to see the flagship of the Vichy Theocracy, but to meet a man who still retains the spirit of chivalry in this world today."

"I, I'm not as good as you say."

Jean Bart probably rarely had the opportunity to meet someone who spoke like Wuming. Her original feeling of depression was swept away, and a sense of satisfaction of being recognized and expected filled her heart, making her feel light and her face slightly flushed.

"People's self-perception may always be different from what others see. Mr. Jean Bart, please don't be too self-deprecating."

Wuming gave his praise at the right time, making the female knight's eyes brighter.

She uncomfortably pushed the flaxen hair that fell by her ears behind her ears, lowered her head with a panicked look, and her shy face was reflected on the mirror-like table.

"cough!"

At some point, Dunkirk was already standing behind Jean Bart, staring at Wuming with an even uglier expression.

"Mr. Wuming, have you had lunch?"

"In fact, I just came from the Sakura Empire's headquarters. The lunch there was very sumptuous."

Wuming was a little confused, but still answered.

"Oh, I see. I'm so sorry. Master Jean Bart and I didn't have time to have lunch. And we have afternoon prayers coming up. We need to seek revelation from the Lord. It's really unfortunate."

Dunkirk said this with an embarrassed look on his face, but his expression was as dark as ink, and the order to expel him was almost written on his face.

【What do I do? 】

[Shut up, you are not welcome here! ]

There was another brief eye contact, and Wuming had no choice but to do as Dunkirk wished, seeing her ferocious look that threatened to pull out the naval guns if she didn't agree.

"In that case, there's nothing I can do. I just happen to have something to do this afternoon, so..."

"Yes, will we meet again by chance?"

Jean Bart said hesitantly.

"Uh, yes."

Wuming scratched his face, stood up and left, always feeling that this Dunkirk was far different from the one in the game.

"Take care."

Dunkirk didn't move at all and watched Wuming leave.

After a while, Jean Bart looked at her, the secretary who had been extremely loyal in the past, in confusion.

"Dunkirk, what's wrong with you today?"

"Lord Jean Bart, you should stay sober. This man is extremely difficult to deal with. Whether it is official written reports or gossip, he is a super, super playboy. Lord Jean Bart, please stay calm. He is not a gentleman who does not ask for anything in return. He values ​​you!"

Dunkirk said with great sorrow.

Compared to Jean Bart, who had difficulty moving freely because of his identity, she was very free. For the mysterious port not far away, it was difficult to tell whether the news from the outside world was true or false, but for the Rubik's Cube ship, it was only a matter of confirmation. Soon, she had sorted out the time and related information, which made her feel overwhelmed.

The first time he appeared in the field of vision of the Rubik's Cube ship was when he hooked up with Reno of the White Eagle Federation. Then it was confirmed that he was related to the Iron Blood's planned ship Frederick the Great. After that, it was the White Eagle Federation's enterprise. Every piece of news about him after that was more or less related to the appearance of the Rubik's Cube ship around him. Even in the so-called parallel world, this person is too dangerous.

Before, I thought he was not good at talking, but the next second he flirted and even moved Jean Bart. Obviously, in another parallel world, this guy named Wuming had no intention of letting Jean Bart go. This kind of person must be guarded against!

"Uh, yeah, is that so?"

Jean Bart asked in confusion.