Come and connect with me!

Wuming looked at the iron-blooded Prince Eugen.

"If you're not in a hurry, you can take a look around here and see what's new."

In fact, there was not much change, but before the iron-blooded Prince Eugen came, Frederick the Great and the Enterprise deliberately taught him what to do. The most important thing was to learn to stay calm and first see what Prince Eugen was up to.

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen blinked, then nodded with a relaxed expression.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for."

She looked around and sighed.

"I seem to have seen a few new people. There is always a lack of new things in the port area of ​​​​Mister Wuming."

What she saw was the Royal Fortune, which would go wherever there was excitement. She was dressed in pirate clothes, and her temperament was too free and casual, which was completely different from the navy around her. She was the type who could cosplay as the sun god by putting on a straw hat.

Of course, in addition to these, the small octopuses floating around the Royal Fortune are also very conspicuous, and Prince Eugen couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"They are new to you, but they are old friends to me."

"Well."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen raised his eyebrows and didn't look at her.

"Speaking of which, this is my third time in Hong Kong. I didn't get to meet Mr. Wuming the first time, and I didn't have much chance to chat the second time. This time is much better than before."

"Indeed, but is this really okay, Miss Prince Eugen? If I remember correctly, your ship equipment is still under repair. I am quite surprised by your visit."

Wuming glanced at her. Her figure was still the same, and her plump body made the military uniform bulge out. Her temperament was still as shrewd as before, not affected by the damage to her equipment at all.

"Well, it's because I can't fight anymore that I have time to take a vacation. If the ship equipment was still usable, I would probably still be running errands for Bismarck all over the world."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen shrugged his shoulders, put his hands behind his back, and spoke slowly.

"In a sense, only when the ship equipment is no longer usable can I really have some free time."

"Then stay a little longer, Princess Eugen."

Wuming took a closer look at the cloaked person. When she heard that she would have to stay for a while, she seemed a little caught off guard, and there was a hint of anxiety in her body movements.

"Mr. Wuming, we have met so many times, there is no need to call me by my full name so distantly. If possible, just call me Eugen, just like my friend."

Wuming hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"Ms. Eugen..."

"Ou... Gen."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen tilted his head and corrected him relentlessly.

"Just Eugen."

"Let's add a suffix."

Behind Wuming, a voice came that made the iron-blooded Prince Eugen's eyes widen.

"watt?"

The cloaked man exclaimed first.

"Two Prince Eugen!"

She was so scared that she jumped back and jumped onto the passenger ship. She began to doubt both Prince Eugen from the Iron-Blooded side and the new Prince Eugen.

"What a loyal guard."

The head maid exclaimed in admiration.

"You, there really is a me?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen stammered.

"You should have been mentally prepared."

Prince Eugen of the port district snorted, then stood beside Wuming with his arm around her, glaring at Prince Eugen, who looked similar to her, with disdain.

"Wuming is still worried about your opinion, but I don't have such good intentions. This is my port area. Why should I hide from you? You are probably not the kind of person who would start screaming when looking at yourself in a parallel universe."

"I wanted to scream."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen looked at the cloaked man who retreated far away and raised his eyebrows.

"But someone has already taken my place."

She looked at Wuming's arms which were unconsciously embraced by Prince Eugen, and her expression began to show pain, which was rare.

This emotion became even more obvious when she saw the ring flashing between Prince Eugen's fingers.

"Although you might say that this is none of your business, but...if possible, could you please let go of Mr. Wuming's hand?"

"This is none of your business!"

Before she finished her words, Prince Eugen on the opposite side blurted out, and after thinking for a second, Prince Eugen from the port area added a sentence.

"Mind yourself!"

"call......."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen took several deep breaths before calming himself down and speaking.

"It seems that you are not very welcome to me. I don't quite understand, but I think I have to change my plan and make it short."

She looked at the hostile expression on her face and felt that this feeling was more like that of a beast guarding its territory, which made her feel terrible.

"Bismarck asked me to come find you."

After a pause, the iron-blooded Prince Eugen spoke.

"Let me ask you, are you their way of balancing the world?"

Chapter 975: Who is Manipulating Destiny?

Azur Lane port area. Command room.

"I really miss it, Mr. Wuming. This feeling is completely different from Bismarck's office. It always makes people relax."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen looked at the crack on the door of the command room that was caused by Trumpet's footprints, and his tone became a lot more relaxed.

The head maid who was accompanying them raised her eyebrows when she heard this. This was almost like saying that this command room was as dirty as a doghouse.

"Ah ha ha."

Wuming laughed dryly twice, and also saw traces that were done by that little guy. He could only speak to the iron-blooded Prince Eugen and the cloaked man who followed silently.

"Let's get down to business. Do you two need to exchange ideas first?"

He knew that this young lady who didn't want to reveal her identity was probably holding back her anger. Instead of letting it explode during casual conversation, it would be better to let them discuss it first.

"I'll just go out and get some fresh air first."

The cloaked man said this coldly and turned away. He was unwilling to even look at Prince Eugen, the person he was protecting, for even a second.

Wuming tilted his head towards the iron-blooded Prince Eugen, who spread his hands helplessly.

"My unlovable bodyguard is very confident in Lord Wuming."

"More than one person has said that I am a good person. Miss Eugen can rest assured."

Wuming smiled and asked her to sit down. In order to avoid looking like a trial, he deliberately chose a sofa to sit down. Unfortunately, Prince Eugen of the port district immediately followed his steps and sat next to Wuming, with her long thighs raised and a face that was very suitable for sneering. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a female cadre of the Demon King's army examining the hero.

"Didn't Jean Bart talk to you about this?"

Wuming looked at the cloaked man's receding figure and asked the iron-blooded Prince Eugen.

"Well, she is still waiting and watching. Meanwhile, Iris is still in the process of integration. Before Richelieu and Clemenceau reach a consensus, they will not sincerely stand with the Iron Blood."

She explained casually and raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. No-name is very familiar with Mademoiselle Jean Bart."

Wuming just smiled at this.

Jean Bart's mouth exuded a strong scent, and she had no experience in disguise. The black and gold boots and striped socks on her feet made Wuming recognize her true identity at a glance.

"She's gone now, and she won't hear our conversation. So, Miss Eugen, may I know where you learned about them?"

Wuming was secretly wondering in his heart, not understanding how this familiar face in front of him, who was talking and laughing, knew about him and Siren.

"It's very simple."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen grinned and leaned leisurely on the sofa.

"Bismarck has always been connected to the Sirens. After all, if we want to rely on such national strength to fight against Azur Lane... Sorry, I'm not referring to you."

Her fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair unintentionally.

"Of course, you should also know the difference. In short, this is a deal that has been going on for a long time. Bismarck wants to know what the Siren is planning now, and those seafood monsters seem to be less and less willing to talk recently, so she sent me here. Before I got the specific information, I never thought that Mr. Wuming was actually on the Siren side."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen said helplessly, with a disappointment in his tone that he couldn't explain.

All forces that rely on the power of the Sirens, no matter how they started, seem to have the intention of crossing the river and destroying the bridge, thinking of giving these proud seafood monsters a severe blow.

When Prince Eugen learned that the nameless port area was also part of the Siren forces, he felt inexplicably depressed.

"Well."

Wuming hummed vaguely and didn't speak immediately.

After all, he is an unqualified player. When he came to this world, he had no relatives or friends and only had to consider his own affairs. After getting the plug-in, he essentially turned back into a time traveler, and it was difficult for him to fully empathize with the people in this world.

"The Siren's plan."

Wuming spoke softly, and the iron-blooded Prince Eugen raised his eyes and waited quietly for his words.

How would I know what Siren is planning...

Wuming was upset by this unexpected event, but he changed his mind and thought that all of those guys had skipped work, and they also said that he had the final say over the test site, so...

"They hope to promote peace in this world."

Wuming said this under the surprised gaze of the iron-blooded Prince Eugen.

"They have many test sites, and some of them have problems. In order to solve those terrible troubles, we don't plan to interfere too much with this test site for the time being. We just hope that without them showing up, the Rubik's Cube ships in this world can solve those out-of-control test sites."

Wuming Ji finished speaking in one breath and looked at Prince Eugen opposite him without blinking, hoping that she would not ask any sharp questions.

"Um, if possible, can you first tell me what a testing ground is and what an out-of-control testing ground is?"

Being looked at like this, Prince Eugen couldn't help but laugh dryly with an awkward expression.

"Also, [this testing ground] or something, can I understand that the entire world is the Siren's testing ground?"

Wuming stared at her for a while before speaking in disbelief.

"You do not know?"

"Is this something I should know?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the emotional fluctuations brought about by the news. She then stood up suddenly and stared at Wuming.

"You mean to say that I, our Iron Blood, and the whole world are a fucking farce?"

Judging from her posture, if she had not still retained some rationality, she would not just watch, but would have rushed up and grabbed Wuming by the collar.

"Yes, it's a farce. Then, you're going to yell and scream, smash something, and finally, after drinking the hot milk that Bismarck prepared for you, hide in bed and cry all night?"

Prince Eugen of Minato sneered and said in a mocking tone.

"Well, that's not the case."

Prince Eugen from this world, who was similar to her, opened his mouth, shook his head, and then sat down again.

"Then why are you still hesitating? You should have been prepared for this. A higher-level civilization must have their own purpose for manipulating this planet. Otherwise, what else could it be? Would humans play house with ants on the ground for no reason?"

Prince Eugen of the port district leaned lazily against Wuming and glanced at his other self.

"And now, it is a relatively good development. Wuming... the Siren and the others are ready to grant you peace, so accept it with gratitude."

She looked at the calm sea outside the window with a slightly distant gaze.

"Just as you wantonly play with the fate of others, hands bigger than yours are also playing with your fate."

Chapter 976 No Other

The atmosphere in the command room became a little depressing, so Wuming had no choice but to cough softly and speak.