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Chapter 88: Belfast Round [Part 1]

Even with the return of the commander of the port area, the Siren problem that looms over the entire world remains unsolved. Wuming makes good use of the optimistic side of a time traveler, temporarily putting aside the threats of these riddle men and picking out good news from a pile of troublesome problems.

"Frederick, show our head maid the local specialties we brought."

Belfast tilted his head and watched Frederick the Great snap his fingers. Two dragon ships that quickly expanded to the size of a dump truck opened their mouths and spit out piles of cloth and animal fur.

"Although White and the others' world is considered a future world, androids and mechanical creatures do not need to eat, so the original appearance is well preserved. Before I left... um, a few hours ago, the resources in this area were relatively scarce. I hope that in just a few hours, the port area will not evolve to the point where it will not value these local specialties."

The head maid looked at Wuming with some surprise, with some emotion in her eyes. She didn't expect that Wuming was still concerned about Minato even in another world.

Enterprise and Frederick the Great both curled their lips.

This guy is having a lot of fun.

Belfast called over a few chickens, and the little yellow chickens picked up all kinds of raw materials, placed them on their heads, and hopped away.

"I will make you clothes that are suitable for your status..."

As the head maid said this, she saw Wuming in a simple sportswear from the corner of her eye, and flames began to burn in her eyes.

"As the commander who controls Azur Lane, your legal status is even higher than Her Majesty the Queen. Your daily travel should at least be maintained at the scale of the British Emperor. I will provide you with enough clothing and daily clothes as soon as possible. Well, these fabrics can be dyed by the barbarians. The iron-blooded barbarians who left before are relatively easy to fool, but if Bismarck comes, the Grand Duke-level banquet cannot be so casual."

Belfast said in a hurried tone.

"Well, what I mean is that these fabrics are for everyone, including the companions who will come in the future. There's no need to be so troublesome about status and the like. Befa, I really don't like a too complicated lifestyle... By the way, how about talking about the Iron-blooded Barbarian? Little Zeppelin didn't mention it."

Wuming waved his hands repeatedly after listening to this. The life of a noble lord might not be suitable for an ordinary person like him. In fact, if it were on Earth, Belfast's remarks would cause the spokespersons of the Royal Family and Iron Blood to argue for a month. However, in this world, real military nobles, or the Rubik's Cube ships of the Royal Family and Iron Blood, could have such a complicated and luxurious life - of course, that was the Iron Blood in the past. The current Iron Blood cannot be so rich.

"Don't worry, Master. Even if Bismarck comes, she should salute you first. If Her Majesty the Queen is here, she will need to salute Her Majesty the Queen again. You just need to nod and extend your hand for her to kiss the back of your hand..."

After the head maid finished speaking, she saw the resistance in Wuming's eyes and sighed silently.

In the maid's world, maintaining dignity for the master is the meaning of the maid's existence. Whether it is the bumpy full body armor in the castle, the murals showing achievements, or the prey heads symbolizing bravery, they are all part of "dignity". She cannot tolerate anyone insulting and despising her lover, which is more unacceptable to her than insulting herself.

In fact, Wuming's casual attire had already irritated her, and it made her unable to be respectful to the other two ladies, and this was not hidden from the other two.

Of course, no matter how well they take care of Wuming, her attitude wouldn't be much better.

This is another level of dissatisfaction.

Frederick the Great said coldly: "I think that daily life should be based on comfort. Is it appropriate for you to dress a man like a turkey?"

"The [turkey] in your mouth can command half the planet with a single command, Miss Frederick."

The head maid replied nonchalantly.

"My love, if you want, I can blow up half the planet right now and make [Turkey] kneel down and kiss his boots!"

Frederick the Great said in a bad tone.

"So, your brain is filled with nothing but explosives? My master must have felt bitter in his mouth when he kissed you!"

As the atmosphere between the two became more tense, their words became more sharp.

"Quiet!"

Wuming slammed the table heavily.

"Calm down, both of you!"

It was rare for him to say something so serious, which made the two people who were arguing with each other a little surprised.

Contradictions have always existed and will always exist.

There are so many overt and covert conflicts between the four major camps that it would take three days and three nights to describe them all. This conflict is different from the one in the game. Maybe in the end, Wuming can manage the port area into a daily life similar to that in the game, where all camps can sit together and drink tea and chat, talking about how the clothes of the Sakura Empire are beautiful and how the coffee of the Iron Blood is fragrant, and then they can stick together with a smile and there won't be any conflicts.

But now they are no longer repeaters who can only repeat the same words a dozen times. What is more important than the conflicts between the ship prototypes is the difference in lifestyles.

Although Frederick the Great has a strict personality, she will give Wuming the greatest amount of care and love, but the difference in personality means that she will not try to control Wuming's food, clothing, housing and transportation like Belfast does;

Qiye was cheerful and generous, and as long as Wuming made a request, no matter how ridiculous it was, she would nod and do it reluctantly, but in the eyes of the head maid, this was still not enough.

None of the three wedding ships are wrong, but when the three [correct] things are together, it will only make them dislike each other.

Because they are all equally confident and proud.

"Phew, I shouldn't have said something like this when a new member arrived, but I guess this is an opportunity."

White stared at the table, studying the pattern on it, and secretly felt a headache in his heart.

[Human family ethics are the most troublesome. I really hope we can take the right path...]

Wuming looked at the wives from three different camps.

“I am not a dictator, nor a nobleman, nor an emperor.

Belfast, your status as a maid adds to your charm, but the ring I gave you is not because you are a maid, but because you are Belfast!

I have no intention of socializing with the nobles, and I have no interest in conquering the world. My real purpose is to maintain order in the port as a commander. Just like you said, even Her Majesty the Queen is under my command, so I have a high status, and even leaders have to salute me. However, excessive etiquette will only distance people from each other. My ideal port should be a warm big family, not a cold castle. I hope I can hug you tightly, hugging my wife instead of a perfect maid!"

He let out a long breath and spoke in a voice so low that only the ship girls could hear it.

"If Azur Lane really was a military base with strict rules, I don't think I would have kept it in my phone for so long!"

Chapter 89: Belfast Round [Part 2]

A long silence.

Belfast's long absence.

"......Is this your ideal port area?"

"Yes, I hope that the people who live with me are my friends, lovers and relatives, not servants."

Wuming said with absolute certainty.

The head maid slowly stood up, her eyes unfocused, and walked out of the restaurant in a trance.

"Please, please give me a little space... Excuse me..."

Watching Belfast leave, Enterprise whispered, "Aren't we going to chase him?"

Frederick the Great turned his head away uncomfortably, not wanting to look at this scene that was full of a sense of déjà vu.

"Give her some time first."

He was hard-hearted and refused to go to Belfast.

Instead of acting like an asshole, letting his subordinates become divas, and infinitely praising his own wisdom and strength, he would rather take the initiative to cut the Gordian knot.

As the ship girls wake up and return one by one, the differences they bring will only increase. The Royal Family and Sakura Empire, who value etiquette, may try to get close to them, but the White Eagles, who advocate freedom, may not be able to accept it.

Even the Iron Bloods, who take obedience as their highest duty, would find it difficult to keep smiling when they saw the Northern Alliance.

He is the commander of the port area. He may not have strong power or be smart enough, but he must be decisive.

When you see a problem, you have to solve it, otherwise the accumulated problems will destroy his port sooner or later. He needs to be frank and tell his ship girls directly what kind of port he needs, instead of letting them live blindly on their own.

He needs to give dreams and goals so that the ship girls under his command can find the direction to move forward!

The departure of the head maid made the atmosphere here a little frozen. Little Zeppelin was full of questions. He never expected that things would develop like this in just a few minutes.

"Your ideal is a large harem?"

Enterprise said hesitantly.

"It's already a large harem, my dear Mrs. Enterprise."

Wuming said unhappily.

"That's right, then shouldn't you go after her? Well, just like last time, I personally think the effect is remarkable."

Enterprise teased, and Frederick the Great blushed, no longer as strong as before.

This is when she is at her most vulnerable. It was okay to show it to Wuming, but now after listening to what Qiye said, it is obvious that she also knows it.

"I know, but wait a moment. I also need some time to organize my words..."

Wuming looked at Frederick the Great's helpless look and did not tease her. He just reached out and held her hand tightly.

Embarrassment is only temporary, time will dilute everything, and long after, when you look back on it, this confession on the beach may become an unforgettable and beautiful memory.

Frederick the Great returned the handshake somewhat embarrassedly. She hoped that she was someone Wuming could rely on, but it was also good to feel cared for.

As time goes by, the port becomes busy again, and Wuming needs to go alone to find his princess.

Unlike the last time, even though it was only a few short days in the main world, the barbarians still largely occupied the port area. Wuming didn't even need to look for them, as the yellow chickens had already betrayed the position of the head maid.

The royal garden, or rather, the small garden that the royal head maid trimmed in her own style.

It was almost dusk at this time. A resting room was arranged for the five newcomers, and Manjiu was asked to take them to see the port area. Wuming immediately came out and came to the garden.

The grass and trees were neatly arranged, red, blue and white flowers were blooming in the bushes, and the long-lost dusk gave the port area a golden glow.

The head maid kicked off her shoes, stood barefoot on the lawn, and stared at the sunset over the sea.

Her silver hair was loose and a white Katyusha was held in her hand. At this moment, Belfast was like a young lady who had secretly changed into a maid outfit, waiting at the agreed place for the man to elope with her.

"I'm a little confused."

"Then tell me, and I'll be a good listener."

Wuming stood side by side with her, watching the sun fall into the sea.

"I thought I knew you very well, and you would be happy with my arrangement, but today, I suddenly found that my beloved was a little strange."

Belfast spoke in a gloomy tone, unconsciously tightening the ribbon in his hand.

"Who knows? It takes time to get to know a person. Befa, is there a possibility that I am different from what you imagined?"

Wuming stretched out his hand and interlocked his fingers with Belfast's. The head maid's fingers were slightly cold, but she did not resist Wuming's warmth.

"Maybe, but I thought I understood you."

“I just thought so.”

Wuming looked at Belfast who was pursing his lips, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

The head maid was stunned at first, then became annoyed.

"I'm very happy because I finally understand you a little bit. The real you is different from what I imagined, but just as beautiful."

He squeezed Belfast's hand.

"Compared to that calm head maid, I like you with a clear expression more. I also hope you can like the real me, even though I am a fool who doesn't know etiquette, has no interest in big castles, and hopes that we can live happily together."

Wuming said earnestly: "Befa, I cannot agree with the lifestyle that divides everyone into classes. I hope everyone can live equally."

The head maid opened her mouth and whispered, "It's different. I don't want those iron-blooded barbarians to be close to you..."

When she said this, her face flushed, and after hesitating for a while, she said, "You, you can't laugh at me, I'll tell you..."

Wuming tilted his head and said, "Why would I laugh at you?"

She whispered, "I, I don't want you to get too close to them..."

After saying this, Belfast gasped for breath and was a little afraid to look at him.

"puff......"

Wuming couldn't help it. He gently hugged Belfast and whispered in her ear: "Befa, I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have casually handed the ring to my ship girl and made you embarrassed now. I promise you that I will never hand the ring to other people rashly. I also hope that you can join me in building a port area that can be called home."

Belfast nodded slightly, and her silver hair brushed past his ears, as if it wanted to take root in his heart.

"I will, Master... No, dear, if this is what you want, I will make it happen for you."

She let go of her hand, and only the nameless figure was frozen in her eyes.

"But please, please stay by your side and leave a place for me."

There was pleading and persistence in her tone, which made Wuming unconsciously serious.

"Of course, because you are my wife, I put the ring on your finger with my own hands. This is a lifelong promise."

In the setting sun, golden light spreads everywhere, reflecting two hearts close together.

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Chapter 90 Swimsuit Back

The next day, Wuming got up early, which was rare for him. He slept alone last night, which was rare. The time of Neil's world without distinction between day and night made him feel uncomfortable psychologically. Even if he fell asleep, he had difficulty falling asleep. Returning to the port area where day and night flowed, he tried the new bathroom, went back to bed, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. He could vaguely hear Enterprise's chuckle.