Come and connect with me!

She took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.

"Listen, little guy, I plan to find the commander's buried treasure in the port area. There are some limited items in it, and there are special gold coins that can be used to exchange for the commander's promise. If anyone is interested in this, do you want to join my pirate group?"

Although she was very angry, it was rare for so many people to gather together, and she also knew the importance of first impression, so she forced herself to maintain a smile and spoke to everyone.

"Anyone who joins can get a reward. During the treasure hunt, whoever contributes the most will get the biggest share. Once the treasure is found, everyone can gain something. Anyone who is interested can come."

When people heard that it was Wuming who buried the things, the atmosphere in the cafeteria finally became a little more lively.

"Hmm, the commander's treasure?"

Javelin asked innocently.

"Is it a notebook hidden in a network disk with a password set?"

After a pause, Javelin recalled.

"The password seems to be birthday, right? Do we need to find these?"

"cough!!!"

Wuming coughed violently. He felt that at this moment, the eyes of the whole world were on him.

"It's not that kind of thing... In another world, the network disk would have disappeared long ago, and even if it existed, it would be impossible to use it now!"

Wuming raised his voice in self-abandonment.

"Besides, how could something like that be put into the treasure chest? It's just like what the Royal Fortune said, a special item from Akashi that cannot be replicated, and furniture coins. That's all. In addition, you can exchange the furniture coins for rewards from me!"

After he finished speaking, he fled in disgrace under the teasing gazes of the ship girls.

It's so miserable. What's worse than having a girl discover the private contents of your online disk is that most people here know your little secrets!

If nothing changes after traveling through time, does that mean I have traveled through time or not?

Like wearing.

Wuming's departure apparently made the Royal Fortune's recruitment operation go smoothly. In addition to the little Zeppelin who was always ready to explode her gold coins, another loyal crew member also planned to join her.

"Royal Fortune, if I come, can I be the captain?"

Xiao Tiancheng asked weakly.

Royal Fortune hesitated to speak and waved his hand with a tired look on his face.

"......It depends on your performance."

"Oh, then the [Little Tiancheng] is recruiting, everyone come and sign up!"

Xiao Tiancheng said happily.

Chapter 969: Tide outside the Port

After lunch, Wuming stayed in the command room obediently this time and didn't want to go out for the time being.

He now needs to temporarily avoid the crowd to avoid being chased by teasing eyes. Before today, the thing he regretted most was just the old-fashioned thing that he did not study hard enough when he was young, but after today, the thing he regretted most would become why he had to open the game on the computer to appreciate the collection.

"Ugh."

Wuming was just about to sigh when his eyebrows suddenly moved. He looked outside the door and saw Royal Fortune leaning against the door with a depressed look on his face.

"It seems a lot has happened to our pirate captain since I left the cafeteria."

Wuming looked at the depressed Royal Fortune and said to her.

"A lot did happen."

Royal Fortune walked in with her head down, and Wuming poured her a cup of coffee.

"I'm not in the mood for coffee right now."

She raised the cup, sniffed it, then put it down with boredom and said to Wuming.

"You don't know, I'm not the captain anymore. Xiao Tiancheng brought a few little guys on board and kicked me out by voting. I'm just a sailor now."

Royal Fortune pursed his lips, and there was an inexplicable sense of grievance in his voice.

"Ah this."

Wuming silently pressed his forehead, feeling that he had underestimated these little guys. The Tiancheng of the past was still Tiancheng, and their brains were indeed useful.

"So you're going to start a new business now?"

"No, I just came here to rest for a while. I want to take my seat back with honor!"

Having said that, Royal Fortune clenched her fists with a determined look on her face, but this enthusiasm did not last for a few seconds, and she leaned limply on the table.

"But now you should relax and close your eyes for a while."

After a while, the female pirate seemed to have regarded the nameless command room as a lounge. She stood up, found a sofa and leaned on it, nestling into the sofa without any precautions, with the large pirate hat casually covering her face. Not long after, the sound of regular breathing could be heard on the sofa.

Wuming looked at the guy who fell asleep in a second, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether she was big-hearted or heartless. He took off the coat draped over the chair, covered the Royal Fortune with it, and then turned around to continue working. Anyway, he had made up his mind not to go out for the time being, and it was safer in the command room.

Although there were some disturbances within the port area, it was generally stable. However, the outside world had already begun to change quietly after having had sufficient time to ferment.

Royal White Tower.

Her Majesty the Queen yawned lazily, enjoying the lazy afternoon.

"Befa, is there anything interesting recently?"

"Do you mean the new movie that's coming out? Or the masterful opera performance tonight? Either way, you can see the best of it, ten minutes in advance if you need it."

The royal head maid nodded calmly and listed several of the hottest topics at the moment almost without hesitation. However, this obviously did not satisfy the picky Queen.

"You know, Befa, this is not what I want to hear."

Her Majesty the Queen glanced at the head maid who had a cunning look in her eyes and continued.

"You should have gathered most of the information about White Eagle's movements."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

The royal head maid smiled and spoke.

"According to the informant's report, the White Eagles seem to be preparing a big move, probably to seize the initiative. Perhaps they feel that their relationship with Wuming is not enough to match the huge benefits of a new world, so I think their next step may be to deepen cooperation."

"Wow, after all, the action just now did allow that port to demonstrate technology that is ahead of this era. Regardless of whether the new world is real or not, this investment is always worthwhile. But they are probably also having a hard time. Technology is so cruel. Apart from raw materials, the value of anything in backward areas is not that high. What weight can they use to impress that guy?"

Her Majesty's tone was thoughtful. She was not only thinking about the White Eagle, but also thinking about where the royal family's advantages lay.

This world is both realistic and cruel. The place with the highest technology is the center of the world. The nameless port area has already shown this trend, which has invisibly downgraded all camps in the world to a lower level and turned them into so-called remote areas. This feeling is not pleasant for the royal flagship, as she has not experienced this for a long time.

"We can wait, Your Majesty. Oftentimes, the first person to come forward may not always get the biggest benefit. It is better to wait for the White Eagles to make the first move. The commander mentioned the existence of the new world perhaps because his port area does not have enough people. A brand new parallel world is certainly a gold mine, but the manpower and material resources required are also astronomical. This is obviously a game of wealth and background."

The royal head maid spoke softly with a calm expression, as if nothing could shake her judgment.

"And the royal family is not lacking in heritage."

Her Majesty the Queen added the last unspoken words for her head maid.

She held her face up leisurely and gave the order.

"The monarch has been almost debugged and can participate in the battle at any time. This is good news. Neptune has also been more obedient recently. Befa, tell them to be ready to show the majesty of the royal family to the world."

"Your will, Your Majesty."

The royal head maid bowed slightly, then slowly stood up.

"So, does that plan need to be advanced?"

"Of course, I don't need to show my teeth to these little kittens anymore. White Eagle should mean the same thing. Befa, you can contact Saratoga now."

Her Majesty the Queen stretched her limbs with satisfaction, then stood up from the hammock and stepped barefoot on the grass of Avalon.

"This is indeed a good place. I hope what the unknown model said is true. Otherwise, I would be reluctant to leave."

As she said this, she looked into the distance. In this dreamlike realm, there were already several Rubik's Cube ships staying in the corner, and a laboratory occupying a large area had been roughly built. They were comprehensively analyzing everything in this strange world.

"Unknown factors in the soil..."

"The content in the air is..."

“Can these substances be synthesized?”

Those Rubik's Cube ships that were focused on their research became more and more engrossed in the discussion as the research progressed, and their voices unconsciously became louder.

"This is your decision, Your Majesty."

The royal head maid reminded.

"I know I know."

Her Majesty the Queen sighed, and was somewhat dissatisfied with the additional traces of modernization in this paradise. However, since it had value, she must explore it thoroughly. She could still distinguish between a garden and a new technology, which was more important.

"Forget it, I'll leave first and take a good nap. I hope I'll have fewer worries when I wake up."

The royal head maid lowered her eyes and spoke in a quiet but firm tone.

"Of course, please rest in peace, Your Majesty."

Chapter 970: Iris's Incident

The communication from the White Tower to the core port of the White Eagle Federation lasted for a short time, and then was quietly disconnected, just like the countless communications before. However, when this message came to Richelieu half an hour later, the expression of this always calm and steady archbishop was complicated.

"That's really too much..."

She pursed her lips but could only shake her head and remained silent for a long time in the church.

"Reckless, could you please send a message to Vichy? Well, no, if I am notified, it is impossible to miss Bal... Please wait by the communicator for the time being. Once Bal..."

Before he finished speaking, the beeping sound of the communication alert rang out, making Richelieu's eyes more worried.

"Your Majesty Bishop?"

The girl with long flaxen hair looked at Richelieu hesitantly, and the latter looked at her with a hint of apology.

"Let me answer this call alone."

"Oh, if you have any orders, please call me at any time."

Reckless nodded obediently, and left the church quickly, not forgetting to close the door.

Richelieu frowned slightly, then tapped the void in front of him with his scepter. Following a ripple, a screen of light appeared in front of him, along with an unexpected face.

"Why so slow?"

"Why you? Where's Baal?"

"She doesn't know yet. I unilaterally think it's better for her not to know for the time being."

The person on the other side was laughing easily, and looked like he was talking about what to eat for dinner, rather than hinting that he had quietly undermined his sister's team.

Richelieu frowned even more tightly, she pursed her lips and spoke lightly.

"Then tell her, Clemenceau, that since you have decided to be her deputy, you should carry it out to the end instead of jumping out and interfering when something unexpected happens."

The person on the screen was still smiling. Her hair color and face were similar to those of Archbishop Richelieu in front of her. In fact, she also looked very similar to Jean Bart. However, compared to the former's calmness and composure, she seemed too erratic and coquettish. From a clergyman's perspective, she seemed a little too ostentatious. However, compared to the latter's irritability and extroversion, she seemed calm and elegant, as if the advantages and disadvantages of the two sisters could be found in her.

"Yes, you are a little too old-fashioned, my dear sister. Jean Bart is able to remain rational most of the time. Even when she is angry, it is always for others rather than herself. This is a good quality, and I must admit it. However, this is not what a qualified leader should do. I have no intention of competing with her, but under the current situation, your contact with her is bound to turn into a quarrel. I am just blocking this possibility in advance."

Clemenceau said leisurely. She was wearing a luxurious and restrained black dress with fine woven patterns, while the inside of the cloak behind her was a conspicuous and flamboyant dark red, which made her look very contradictory. At this moment, she was sitting in an armchair, with the luxurious scepter put aside, and the calm and noble appearance she usually showed was also put down. She had empty hands and crossed her feet. Now, she was just a girl next door chatting with her sisters, not the presiding judge hiding in the shadows.

"Then do you agree? The decision of the White Eagle and the Royal Family."

Richelieu was silent for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"You've already said that this is the decision of the Royal Family and the White Eagles. So we have no room to disagree. We can only accept this option."

Clemenceau's smile gradually faded, and her fingers tapped lightly on the chair, making a thudding sound.

"They used this trick when they divided us. Now they need us to focus our efforts on dealing with future changes and they want us to reconcile. Really, these guys are more willful than each other."

The message, or order, from Azur Lane was that they hoped the Vichy Church and Liberty Iris would return to the same camp. It didn't matter which side they stood on. There was only one requirement, which was to give up the confrontation so that the adjacent fleets of the Royal and White Eagle fleets could be freed up. After a long absence, their divided enemies would be merciful and allowed to restore their country. This attitude of coming and going at will could make any sane person angry, let alone Jean Bart. This was why Richelieu remained silent after noticing Clemenceau's actions.

“But this is good news.”

Richelieu said tiredly.

“Good news in a bad news.”

"Then, the last part of the order tells us to announce this immediately. We can't hide it now."

"Yes."