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"A flying kick or something... I'm just kidding, but when I think about it, it seems like I haven't been with the same sex for a long time. Sigh, in that case, I'm really a bit too bad."

Prince Eugen bared his teeth and rolled his eyes silently.

"Well, Mr. Nameless, the philandering Lord, can you satisfy my curiosity? Is this how you and the other Prince Eugen usually get along?"

Now that the conversation had been opened, Prince Eugen also asked.

"And won't all those old women of yours die in the harbor one day?"

"We just spend time together normally, eating together, playing games, reading books, playing ball, swimming, and chatting about random things... Generally speaking, it's just like most ordinary people."

Wuming wisely avoided Prince Eugen's latter question and turned to her first question.

"That sounds good. Well, I once thought about what I would do when I had a lot of free time. In the end, I would just lie down and sleep quietly by myself. If I didn't dream about working overtime, it would be a good day off. But after hearing what you said, my fantasy is still too conservative."

Prince Eugen said quietly.

"But this kind of life still needs to be based on the premise that Iron Blood doesn't need me. I can't imagine myself living like an ordinary person."

"Maybe, but I think that if Iron Blood no longer needs you that day, you probably won't have the time to rest, but will be so irritable that you can't sit still."

Wuming watched Prince Eugen fall into deep thought as he listened to his words, even biting his index finger instinctively.

"Why do you think so?"

Prince Eugen looked at Wuming in confusion, and the latter's eyes became gentle.

"Because Prince Eugen is Prince Eugen."

Chapter 886 Ron and Beer

"what?"

Prince Eugen stared at Wuming blankly for a long while before coming to his senses.

"Do you usually use this kind of words to deceive little girls?"

"In fact, lying to older girls works well, too."

Wuming said complacently.

"Incomprehensible."

Prince Eugen's face was full of disbelief, and then he looked at the sky.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you about your opinion on the combined fleet and how it should be organized, but I didn't realize it turned into idle chat. What a shame."

She tightened the bag and glanced at Wuming.

"This is probably my talent. Others treat you as Prince Eugen, but I only treat you as Eugen, so we don't have to talk about business."

Wuming stretched his neck and spoke.

"Also, I will inform you of my arrangements for the combined fleet in public. You don't have to come and ask me on purpose."

"No, it's good for everyone to get intelligence in advance. I hate to improvise."

Having said this, Prince Eugen glanced at Wuming, who again showed that expression of understanding.

"Looks like you're leaving?"

"Yes, it was originally a sudden idea to chat with you in the middle of the trip. The purpose was to get some exclusive information in advance, not to see you use the strategy of conquering Prince Eugen in the parallel world to deal with me!"

Prince Eugen said unhappily.

"Also, don't act like you know me!"

"Are you going to leave or not?"

"Tsk."

Prince Eugen snorted, stood up and left.

"I have to get my little girl something to drink, bye."

"A bag full of coffee? Who are you giving it to?"

"Ron, planning ship, this kid seems to like this kind of thing."

Wuming blinked and spoke loudly to Prince Eugen's back.

"Why not try beer instead? She might prefer something that's not so bitter."

Prince Eugen paused, then waved his hand behind his back and continued walking towards the Iron Blood base.

Wuming watched Prince Eugen's figure gradually disappear, then lowered his head to look at the ground with a bored look on his face. Compared to the land, this artificial island was incredibly clean. Even if he wanted to count ants, he couldn't find a single living one.

"Uh-huh, Eugen II is gone?"

Tianying's voice came from the top of the wall. Wuming raised his head and saw Tianying holding up his face and looking at him.

"Let's go. She came here to play a trick on me. You should know that!"

"Yes, we all know that, but this is the kind of anger that women take out on others, the kind that is unreasonable."

Tianying glared at Wuming with his eyes wide open. The latter had no doubt that she would pull out a staff-like hammer from somewhere and hit him hard in the face when she was angry.

“Uh, but I know I was wrong. How could I know Zara was so bold? I had no idea about this!”

"That's why you just went out to reflect."

Tianying pouted slightly. She looked at the coffee can held in Wuyi's one hand, sighed, and waved at him.

"It's almost time... Let me check the time... It's been ten minutes, it's almost time, you can come back."

Although I really want to severely punish the philandering commander, I just can't really bear to punish Tianying or Taifeng.

"Hehe, I knew it, Tianying, you love me the most!"

Upon hearing this, Wuming immediately jumped up on the spot with a smile, grabbed the top of the wall with one hand, and climbed over it swiftly.

"I am the one who indulges you the most."

Tianying puffed up his cheeks slightly, then followed Wuming and walked towards the living room, where there was freshly squeezed juice prepared for Wuming in the past ten minutes.

On the other side, Prince Eugen has returned to the Iron Blood base.

The architectural style here is closer to Gothic, with a black pointed castle and crimson fluttering flags rustling in the sea breeze. Under the flags, the atmosphere is quieter than in other garrisons. On the lawn of the castle, the iron-blooded ships are each wearing headphones, doing their own things. The overall look is restrained and harmonious.

"Eugen!"

Prince Eugen was about to push open the iron fence gate when she saw a pair of brown eyes looking at her quietly, and a pale face squeezed out from the gap in the fence.

"Oh, it's Ron."

Prince Eugen had long been accustomed to the somewhat terrifying scenes. This planned ship named Ron had seemed a little unusual since its birth. It was powerful, but had some misunderstandings of common sense, and some of its actions would even scare everyone on the same Rubik's Cube ship.

"Eugen, what did you bring me this time?"

"Your favorite drink, um, coffee."

Eugen shook the bag in his hand, and there was a tinkling sound coming from inside.

"Yeah, yeah, but the sound is wrong, it's not ten cans."

Ron maintained a perfect smile, but with no other expression changes, which made him look a little creepy.

"Wuming and I each shared a can."

Prince Eugen handed the bag over. Ron held the bag in one hand and stretched out a finger with the other hand, scratching the center of the bag. With a tearing sound, a small hole appeared in the bag. The planning captain, who always kept smiling, enjoyed the process of making the hole.

"Nameless, Nameless... It's the flagship of the combined fleet, right? Yes, Ron remembers it."

Having said this, Ron looked at Prince Eugen again.

"When can I go out and play?"

"Wait until you are more stable. You are always tearing things apart. If you go out to play, it will be dangerous for others."

Prince Eugen looked at Ron, whose expression showed no strangeness, and seemed to have a headache.

"How about, after this operation is over, you go back and debug it and let Peter see what went wrong."

Although it is still relatively obedient, the words it says occasionally can still surprise people, and it always gives people a sense of alienation. This makes a number of ships including the Bismarck very worried. After all, the technical iron-blooded design of the planned ship is not outstanding, so it is normal for there to be problems.

"Yeah, Ron has a problem. It's a problem that no one understands, so Ron will stay put."

The planning ship said this with a smile, and Prince Eugen nodded, walked past her and entered the Iron Blood base.

Ron looked at the fence, which seemed very fragile in her eyes, and his eyes became more and more empty.

My, question.

What exactly is wrong with me?

Ron looked at the coffee can with a smile, and slowly exerted force with his hands. With a hissing sound, five holes suddenly appeared on the coffee can, and bitter liquid dripped onto the ground.

"Oh, yes, Ron."

Prince Eugen turned around and spoke to Ron, who remained silent.

"The guy called Wuming said you might like beer. Do you want to go to the kitchen and try some later?"

Ron blinked, turned around and looked at Prince Eugen, then walked towards the kitchen with a smile on his face, as for the bag of coffee.

Prince Eugen took a quick look and found that the iron shells of all the coffee cans had been torn open, and black liquid was flowing out, like a decayed human figure.

In the kitchen, Ron opened a can of beer without hesitation, took a tentative sip, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Beer, delicious."

The corners of her mouth curled up, and then the smile gradually faded.

"No Name...?"

Chapter 887 A moment of crisis?

"Hi."

"Hi."

It was dinner time on the artificial island, and there was another buffet. Even though Wuming tried his best to avoid the people from the Sardinian Empire, he still met Littorio unexpectedly when he was getting some pasta. Both of them greeted him implicitly with a stern face, and then guiltily packed some food casually and left quickly.

"Leo, you don't look well."

Veneto took a small sip of red wine, nodded to the blue dragon in the distance, and then turned his head to look at Littorio.

"And Zara, did you two do something behind my back?"

Although he usually seems easy to talk to, when this silver-haired flagship frowns, it still gives people a palpitating feeling that a storm is coming.

"No!"*2

Zara and Littorio responded in unison, then looked at each other, both with expressions that something was wrong.

"Oh..."

Veneto looked left and right, and his eyes unconsciously became blurry.

"Will you tell me yourself, or will you let me check it out myself?"

Of course, she hoped that her beloved generals could tell the truth, but reason told her that the possibility was very low.

"I have a clear conscience and have done nothing wrong, VV, don't pretend like you've found evidence."

Littorio made a tut, his face showing no sign of abnormality. In fact, no matter what this emerald-haired Sardinian beauty did, she could act without any warning. This trick was very useful when dealing with high-level officials of various camps internationally, and it was also very handy when dealing with one's own boss.

"Oh..."

Veneto didn't say much. Littorio was a complete bastard. It was unrealistic to bluff her into telling the truth. But the other one...

Before she could ask, the red-haired Zara was already using a knife and fork to vigorously cut the steak, cutting it into small pieces and bringing it to her mouth with a pompous look on her face.

"The meat tonight is really good. I have rarely seen steaks cooked so carefully. Hmm, maybe I should find a bottle of better wine to go with the meal."

This was Zara's usual tactic of changing the subject.

Veneto's brows slowly relaxed, and as expected, he saw Littorio's distressed expression from the corner of his eye. He was obviously upset because of his teammate's fatigue.

"Oh..."

Her left hand shook slightly, causing the red wine in the glass to ripple, and Veneto's gray eyes were reflected on the surface of the wine.

"Then I'll go investigate. You two, just enjoy your steak here."