Come and connect with me!

"I see."

Canglong took a deep breath for a while before returning to his usual cold and indifferent appearance.

She leisurely left the room and returned to her bedroom. A moment later, Canglong, who had changed into a formal suit, brought everyone to the banquet.

This banquet was held to celebrate the arrival of all members of the Combined Fleet. The style was similar to that of a White Eagle dinner. Everyone helped themselves to food, and then gathered in groups of three or four, talking in low voices.

Canglong was wearing a navy blue Japanese-style dress, standing side by side with Feilong who was wearing a sky blue Japanese-style dress. Although the two were of similar height, their temperaments were completely different, just like a pair of lotus flowers of different colors.

"Hey, Ironblood, I see you always have a drink in your hand, do you want to compete with me, or is your drinking capacity only allowed to be with Ironblood's beer?"

"Oh, it's from the Northern League. If you want to provoke me, I have to tell you that you have picked the wrong person!"

Aurora glared at Prince Eugen with an unhappy look on her face. The latter also looked like a very stereotyped iron-blooded drunkard. The two looked at each other without giving in. Finally, after being persuaded by Shangri-La and Atago, they reluctantly separated, glaring at each other and drinking in silence.

Canglong's eyes twitched and he turned his head away silently.

She doesn't like this kind of thing no matter how much she sees it.

"Hmm... where is it......"

Feilong looked around her restlessly, but due to the structure of the dress, she couldn't move too much, which made her more distressed.

"Who are you looking for?"

Soryu looked around and found that the Mogami sisters, the Atago sisters, and Kinu who was quietly eating barbecue were all here. He couldn't help but become curious about his sister's social group.

"It's Wuming. I think he's quite interesting."

"no!"

Canglong denied it subconsciously.

"Sister, I haven't said anything yet?"

Feilong looked at his sister whose expression changed drastically and asked in confusion.

"No means no, don't go looking for him. You stay by his side during this dinner and don't go anywhere!"

Canglong felt upset whenever he mentioned Wuming.

As annoying as that blue-haired guy. No, he should be even more troublesome than that Marco Polo!

"cut......"

Feilong looked at her sister's determined expression and turned her head away in annoyance. Not long after, Canglong also got up to get some food. When she came back, her face suddenly turned dark, and she saw that her good sister's plate was piled with thick slices of green pepper. Judging from her influence in the food area, Feilong almost took 80% of the green pepper stock!

"My dear sister, what a coincidence! I think I took too much."

The good sister looked at Canglong with a mischievous look on her face and took restless steps back.

"But I can still eat. But I don't want to stay here to eat."

"You just stay here..."

Canglong opened his mouth and looked at the pile of green pepper slices. He reached out and grabbed Feilong's wrist, and his face gradually turned towards the color of green pepper.

"Let's destroy these vegetables together..."

The Canglong sisters were still torturing each other, and Wuming had already woken up and entered the banquet area. As soon as he came in, Marco Polo, who had been waiting for a long time, gave him good news.

"Wait, you mean, you signed me up for the Combined Fleet flagship?"

Chapter 874 Dinner and Anshan

When you wake up, feeling refreshed, the first news you get is that your loyal subordinates have done a bunch of strange things for you, and then you have to face the big scene she has prepared for you.

Wuming stood there silently for a moment, and after a while he took several deep breaths to calm down his urge to beat the waist drum in public.

"I only slept for two or three hours, and you negotiated business with people from four camps and even won votes. And the chances of this action are not small?"

"In fact, the success rate is less than 30%, but I am writing a blank check. If it succeeds, our port area will sell a batch of blue ship equipment plug-ins at a low price. If it fails, then there will be no discussion. By the way, Akagi, I mean the Akagi of this world, has a lot of people under her command who do not obey her. I suggest that the commander give up on her and go find Nagato. I think that little girl is easier to deceive and is honest."

Marco Polo was wearing a goose yellow dress, with his white arms exposed in the air. He had gloves on his hands and was tightly holding a heavy scepter that he always carried with him. She winked at Wuming, urging him to do great things all the time.

"But I'm about to meet Bunker Hill, and you're telling me that you had a conflict with White Eagle a few hours ago?"

Wuming took a quick glance and understood what was going on before continuing with a sullen face.

"Yes, but the White Eagle is not a specific person, but a complex collective. A quarrel with Shangri-La is nothing."

Marco Polo straightened his chest, stood up confidently, and had a happy smile on his face.

"Of course, I know what the commander means, but no one has stipulated that the flagship of the Combined Fleet cannot be transferred. You are not interested in this position, but whether you give it to White Eagle or sell it to someone else, there is a lot of potential. We can do without it, but we can't live without it."

The way she tilted her head slightly was completely different from her previous strong attitude, and even had a less Marco Polo-like cuteness.

Wuming looked at her steadily, then turned his head and looked behind him. Tianying was wearing a pure white Greek-style dress. The white dress was simply draped on her body, not fitting her body very well. The seductive outline of her figure was faintly visible as she walked. Tianying's silver hair was delicately woven into a ball, like a platinum flower bud, and a wreath still covered with dew was worn on her head. Under the solid-colored dress, a woven red ribbon was wrapped around her calf, like a climbing vine, and finally took root in her feet, blooming elegant light-colored roses on her delicate toes.

"Looks like I didn't just miss Marco's evil plans in the few hours I slept."

Wuming blinked and it took a lot of willpower to move his eyes away from Tianying.

"Haha, Skyhawk also put some thought into it, Commander."

Tianying said with a smile that although the ships participating in this kind of dinner would dress more formally, few would spend so much time and effort preparing for it like the ship girls in the port area. The meaning of this is self-evident.

Wuming shrugged and silently gave a thumbs up.

"It seems like I can feast my eyes this time. I really came to the right place."

Tianying smiled without saying anything. Apart from her, Noshiro's black dress, Taiho's red dress, and even Champagne's light blue dress were all vying for beauty and were equally matched. Even Cleveland and Javelin changed into new clothes, which were obviously carefully prepared.

Wuming looked at the navy dress prepared for him by the head maid, and could only pray silently that he would not be overshadowed by the ship girls under his command.

"Hi, everyone, how are you?"

Baltimore held the wine glass, rubbed the glass with his fingers, and said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"I feel like a country girl in front of you all."

Her short hair was combed neatly, and she was wearing a black dress. Her figure was well-proportioned and you could vaguely see that she had a very strong body from exercise. However, the difference between her and the carefully dressed-up ship girls from the 乑港区 was too obvious.

"You're not the only one who feels this way. I took a nap this afternoon and when I woke up I found that they were all dressed like this..."

Wuming walked up to Baltimore and spoke in a low voice with pretended seriousness.

"I'm so nervous right now."

Baltimore couldn't help laughing when she heard that, and she tapped Wuming's shoulder in a boyish manner.

"Thank you, you made me feel much better."

Having said this, Baltimore pointed behind him.

"Bunker Hill is waiting for you. Well, don't be scared by her eyes. She's a pretty nice person."

"Thanks."

Wuming also imitated Baltimore and tapped her shoulder. The latter did not dodge, but kept watching Wuming's back until he walked into the crowd.

"Wow, your commander is pretty good."

Baltimore said this and turned around, she saw that all the ship girls in the port were staring at her unfriendlyly, cold sweat broke out unconsciously.

"Eh?"

Wuming, who was walking towards the banquet center, paused, as if he heard Baltimore's screams, but he didn't have time to look back. Not far ahead, Prince Eugen was waving at him vigorously.

"Hey, Mr. Wuming, it's really not easy to meet you."

"Aren't we neighbors? You can come anytime you want to see me."

"That's just what you think. I wanted to chat with you this afternoon, but the doorman was called... Champagne, right? The cool blue-haired ship. He insisted that we have to wait until you wake up..."

Prince Eugen gestured to Wuming, then drank the wine in the glass and looked at him with a mischievous expression.

"By the way, are you really sleeping in there?"

Wuming opened his mouth, picked up a glass of red wine from the side, and said helplessly.

"Can't I just be sleepy?"

"Of course, this is your freedom."

Prince Eugen glanced at him with a sweet smile and waved at him. A few steps ahead, several familiar figures were quietly waiting for his arrival.

"Good evening, Mr. Wuming."

The first person to speak was a tall woman with long beige hair. Her eyes were a distant light yellow, and her expression was flat, making her look as if she was always observing others, highlighting her difficult-to-approach personality.

"Good evening, Miss Bunker Hill."

Bunker Hill nodded and spoke again.

"Everyone present, do you need me to introduce you?"

Wuming shook his head.

"No, I know them all. And in a sense, I'm pretty familiar with everyone here, so there's no need to deliberately introduce them."

Without looking at the people whose expressions changed slightly because of his words, Wuming greeted them one by one.

"Ms. Canglong, Miss Aurora, Bishop Richelieu, Monsignor Jean Bart, um, Monsignor Veneto, and..."

Wuming looked at the petite girl with a ponytail.

"Ms. Anshan, good evening, everyone. Can we start now?"

Chapter 875: The Mystery Revealed

There was a howling wind above the artificial island, but the banquet below was still going on very enthusiastically. It was a gathering held to enhance friendships.

"Hey, how long are you going to stare at me?"

Baltimore waved her arms a little uncomfortably. After seeing these violent guys, she finally got rid of them, but she didn't expect to see Cleveland in the corner.

"It was just a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you here. Really, everyone wants to dance with the Commander at this party, why did you suddenly pop out?"

Cleveland said with a hint of helplessness, she complained out loud and handed Baltimore a glass of ice wine.

"Everyone, this everyone refers to you, I just come here to eat and drink!"

Baltimore took the drink with one hand and tugged at his evening gown with the other, looking mad.

"You all know how hard it is to wear this kind of clothes. I'm just here for formality, and there's no dance planned for this dinner, okay?"

"That's your fault too... Well, never mind. Blaming you won't help."

Cleveland picked up a skewer of barbecue from the table next to him, took a bite, and his eyebrows relaxed.

"Very good, the craftsmanship is much better than I thought."

"Those guys in the royal family have very picky tastes. They must be served well."

Baltimore also picked up a skewer of barbecue and started eating.

"By the way, does your commander have the confidence to handle this joint operation?"

"Of course, for you, this is a troublesome matter that requires pre-war mobilization and consumes a lot of energy, but for us, it is a very common operation. How can we not handle it?"

Marco Polo came here silently and quickly interrupted the topic.

"Hey, when did you show up?"

Baltimore was so frightened by the blue-haired guy that he had to drink several sips of wine before he calmed down.

She complained.

"It's scary."

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be more careful next time."

Marco Polo, holding the scepter that she never leaves behind, stood in this corner with Baltimore and Cleveland, quietly looking towards the center of the party.

Although the original intention was to use it as a gathering to enhance understanding, with the intervention of Marco Polo, this scheduled gathering began to run wildly in an unknown direction.

At the center of the party, as Wuming spoke, colorless electromagnetic perception barriers began to rise in the surroundings, ensuring that the people inside could say shocking words at any time without being heard by outsiders.

"My dear Mr. Polo, have you secretly made some agreement with people from other camps?"

Baltimore looked at the blue-haired woman next to her. Her face and demeanor were extremely unfamiliar. The confidence and arrogance in her actions seeped out from her bones. This kind of person would never be an honest person. But unfortunately, Baltimore was... She couldn't think of any particularly clever words, so she could only ask so directly.

"Hmmm, is it that obvious?"