Come and connect with me!

"commander?"

She spoke softly, and as expected, no one in the command room answered.

"Um, not here?"

Sirius blinked, poked his head into the command room, looked around carefully, and then a regretful expression appeared on his face.

Just like her head maid, this thoughtless maid is also thinking about cheating all day long.

It was her turn to be on duty today, and she was responsible for cleaning the corridor outside the command room. It actually didn't take much time, and having a Rubik's Cube ship sweep the floor was essentially just a way to kill time.

"Drip drip!"

Sirius was about to turn around and leave when the beeping sound rang again. This time she understood that the sound was coming from a small figurine on the desk. It looked like a white-haired figurine with its little head facing her, and the beeping sound came from inside the figurine's body.

"Is this Akashi's invention?"

Sirius put the broom by the door. She was wearing black women's round-toed leather shoes that made soft tapping sounds on the floor. Her well-proportioned thighs were wrapped in sheer white silk stockings. As she moved, the red ribbon under her skirt was faintly visible.

She picked up the figurine and twitched her nose, as if she could smell the scent of its owner from it. Thinking of this, the reckless maid's face unconsciously blushed.

"A telephone? Or is it just a decoration?"

"A reminder, not a decoration, not a phone."

"Oh, so it's just a simple figurine, um, short white hair, just like Sirius. The master really likes Sirius..."

Sirius didn't feel anything was wrong at all. He covered his face happily and looked at the figure. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

While daydreaming, Sirius suddenly felt a pain in her finger, and saw that the figurine had come to life, staring with a pair of small eyes, struggling in her palm. She seemed to see a look of contempt on the little thing's face.

"Hey, a movable figure!"

"Correction, it's not a figurine, it's not a figurine, it's not a figurine!"

The Siren with big eyes stared at Sirius with a dark face.

"Just stuck in standby mode!"

As she said this, the Siren with big eyes looked around and nodded her little head, as if she was sighing.

"Question, where is the commander?"

"No, I don't know. Maybe he's on the beach, maybe by the swimming pool, or maybe in the bedroom. Anyway, if the master is not in the command room, he will basically be resting."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Sirius quickly reacted and realized that it was another strange thing, probably with self-awareness. However, the port area was not short of strange things, so she was not surprised.

"Is there a problem?"

The beady-eyed Siren looked at Sirius and straightened up in her palm.

"Notice, there is currently a communication that requires the commander's response."

"But he's not here."

Sirius scratched his head blankly, then closed his eyes and tried to contact him on the port's communication channel. Unfortunately, Wuming's avatar was rarely shown as offline.

“Maybe it’s not in this world anymore.”

"Repeat, not in this world?"

The Siren with big eyes seemed to be whispering helplessly.

The previous guys were like this, and now this agent is like this too, he doesn't take his job seriously at all, and just wants to slack off all day long.

Her job as an assistant is really annoying!

"I think so, but Commander is like this sometimes, hehe."

Sirius held his chin with one hand and thought of an afternoon when Wuming temporarily hung up a bunch of communications for her.

"Thinking, start searching for secondary authorization holders - not found, start searching for temporary authorization holders - found that the commander has not reclaimed the number of authorization holders, seven, which meets the basic requirements."

The Siren with big eyes said softly.

"Starting sending notifications..."

Sirius blinked and put the Bead-Eyed Siren on the table. She then lay on the edge of the desk and watched the operation of the Bead-Eyed Siren.

[Eh? You want to discuss something again? I can’t do it. Um, can I find someone else? I’m not very confident. ]

[I am treating a patient with strong self-destructive tendencies. I don’t have time for this.]

[Looking for me? I'm really not good at giving advice, why don't you find someone else! ]

The responses from Javelin, Skyhawk, and Cleveland were all no, Champagne was just a bunch of ellipsis marks, Dafeng didn't even reply, and Nodai's answer was that he was busy, so Doudouyan Siren looked for someone else.

Sirius could see with the naked eye that the bead-eyed Siren's cheeks were puffed up.

"Angry, damn... one by one, don't you want to work?"

Just as I was feeling annoyed, there was a clear knock on the door, and at the same time, a teasing voice came.

"Yo, looks like someone needs help."

Sirius looked in the direction of the sound and saw a striking blue color appear in her sight.

"Hey, the commander is not here now. I have been a secretary before, so it's okay for me to handle some of his official duties for the time being, right?"

Marco Polo lifted his long hair complacently and stood at the door with a calm expression.

"Project Ship Marco Polo, the authority granted has not been revoked."

Doudou glanced at Marco Polo and nodded, confirming the authority of her existence.

"Hehehe, then tell me now what the so-called communication that needs to be processed is all about!"

......

The Iron-Blooded Prime Minister's Office.

"Drip drip..."

The communication on the button-sized communicator was always intact, but no one answered the call, which made Bismarck's face even colder.

What on earth are these seafood monsters thinking? Was what they said before about trying to shape a world line with a balanced camp just a lie?

What she actually wanted to see was the despair of Iron Blood from top to bottom?

Bismarck remained silent, considering the possibilities.

A large part of the planned ship technology, various technological blueprints that could keep up with the White Eagle, intact embryos directly provided, and even biological ship equipment technology that could lead the world, were all more or less helped by the Siren.

In other words, if the Sirens suddenly decide to come up with something new, they can easily destroy everything Iron Blood has!

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Bismarck muttered to himself, but Prince Eugen could ask her, but she didn't know who to ask.

“Ding ding….”

There was a sudden silence in the communicator, and then the observer's voice came out.

"Hey, Bismarck, I really didn't expect it to be you. No, I should say that the world has finally become interesting."

Chapter 924 Communications and Coordinates

A little earlier.

"Whose communication is this?"

"Hint: You don't have permission."

"Okay then, what should I tell the guy on the other end of the comms?"

"I repeat, you do not have sufficient authority. Please apply for higher authority from your superior!"

"So what authority do I have?"

"I repeat, you have no authority to know the answer to this question. Please ask your superior for higher authority!"

Marco Polo took a deep breath, but his eyebrows were still twitching with anger.

“Has no one ever complained about your service attitude?”

The Siren with big eyes said in a serious tone.

"The answer to this question requires you to apply for higher permissions."

Marco Polo turned his face away from her, for fear that he would be tempted to beat the little thing up.

"Pfft, this kid is pretty cute."

Sirius poked the bead-eyed Siren's face with his finger cheerfully, but the latter impatiently pushed her finger away and refused the snacks that the maid took out of her pocket.

"Reminder, Maid Sirius, as an unauthorized person, please leave here immediately and do not interfere with Marco Polo's work."

Sirius pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Now I realize that this child is not cute at all."

"You should have discovered this sooner."

Marco Polo glanced at Sirius, who waved his hand at the Siren with big eyes with a bit of regret.

"Then I'll come in and play with you later."

"Correction, I don't need a playmate."

The Siren with Big Eyes snorted and took out a button-sized communicator from her bosom and placed it on the table.

"Hurry up, Marco Polo, communicate with the person on the other side according to your own ideas."

"Really? I thought it was something important, but it turns out it's just answering the phone... Well, let me see how to use it."

Marco Polo, who was deeply annoyed by the little thing's stubbornness, pressed the button, and the next second, a voice came out quietly.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Marco Polo grinned when he heard this.

"Hey, Bismarck, I really didn't expect it to be you. No, I should say that the world has finally become interesting."

On the other side of the communicator, Bismarck's voice was still filled with surprise. She had never expected that the communication would return to normal only after her complaint.

"Observer.......are you fooling me?"

After a brief moment of surprise, what surged into Bismarck's heart was an unspeakable sense of shame and uncontrollable anger.

"Haha, don't be angry, Bismarck. If those people who respect you see you like this, they will definitely be very sad."

The voice of [Observer] was full of joy. Compared with his previous confident voice, this tone mixed with amusement was even more unpleasant.

"call......"

Bismarck clenched her fists, took several deep breaths, and immediately adjusted her mentality. She asked straight to the point.

"I won't ask you what you've been doing all this time, Observer. Tell me, is our deal still valid?"

"trade?"

The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to hesitate for a moment, but Bismarck only felt contempt from this action.

"Yes, deal."

Bismarck's fingertips tapped on the table slowly.

"Don't you want to see what a balanced camp looks like? I have trained my men to be strong enough, but the equipment you promised is still only on paper. I don't understand what you understand as balance. Do you mean a stronger fighting spirit than the White Eagles, or a better ability to coordinate operations? But no matter what, it is impossible to defeat the constantly updated ship equipment with only mental will. As a planned ship, Ron's performance cannot be better than Georgia's. What the child lacks is not mental will, but equipment that can match the White Eagle planned ship."

“Oh, I see…”

The [Observer] on the other end seemed to be thinking, which made Bismarck frown unconsciously.

The observer who contacted her again seemed to be acting a little differently, which was not good news.

"But, Bismarck, have you forgotten that there is no free lunch in the world? Maybe you should think carefully about whether you have forgotten something."

The person on the other end of the line said vaguely.

"You don't need to remind me of this."

Bismarck said coldly.

"I know what to do."

She lowered her eyes and stared blankly into the air.