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"This can be considered a good thing. After all, no one can defeat the Sirens now, and the Sirens are also doing this for the good of humans... probably."

Wuming saw Prince Eugen looking at him and spoke with a somewhat uncertain tone.

The sirens in the experimental institution certainly don't have the authority to see things outside the test site, at least not the whole picture, so the sirens' overall view of humans is worth thinking about. However, Wuming would not be so anxious that he couldn't sleep because of a certain guess. As far as he can see now, or limited to the few sirens he has encountered, their attitude towards humans is still relatively friendly.

"It seems that I can't talk too much about Sirens with you, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to live anymore."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen smiled at himself.

"Okay, so in order to prevent you from getting really upset, do you need me to help you solve this problem?"

Wuming looked at her in such a depressed state, took a pen from the desk and pointed it at her.

"Look here. If it's really painful, I can erase your memory."

"Stop!"

Almost at the same time Wuming finished speaking, the iron-blooded Prince Eugen covered his eyes with his hands with a look of horror. It seems that she also watches movies in her spare time.

"Can't you just let me complain?"

"This is also for your mental health. If some people think being an ostrich is happier, then it's better to be thorough."

Prince Eugen of Minato encouraged them with a cheerful expression.

"Whose side are you on, damn it?"

Prince Eugen on the opposite side felt like her brain was about to explode, and she couldn't help but yell at her other self.

"I am on my side, and my husband is on the same side as me. You can understand that I stand with him in this."

Prince Eugen raised the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Wuming, and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, his possessiveness almost overflowing.

"Relax, Ms. Eugen..."

Wuming put his arm around his white-haired wife and threw the pen aside. The noise made Prince Eugen on the opposite side breathe a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes tentatively and saw that the pen was really thrown away. Then she looked at Wuming again. The next second, she frowned and didn't look at him.

"Mr. Wuming, I understand that you and the other me have a good relationship, but if possible, could you not show it in front of your guests?"

"This is my territory, and you can even see your own butt if I want!"

"Calm down!"*2

Wuming and the head maid spoke at the same time, causing Prince Eugen of the port area to freeze in expression, and then he waved his hand to cover up.

"I think I got a little too excited."

Wuming and the head maid looked at each other, and they both knew the subtext of this sentence.

"I have no intention of judging your XP, but if possible, would you like to go out with me for some fresh air, Mrs. Eugen?"

The head maid said with a stern face.

"What happened to my XP? It's not my fault at all!"

Muttering this, Prince Eugen of the port area was forcibly dragged out of the command room by the head maid. As the noise faded away, Prince Eugen on the opposite side covered his face silently.

"Well, she's gone now. We can continue our conversation."

Wuming spoke up to remind him.

"I know."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

"I just didn't know I could be so wild..."

Hearing this, Wuming could only remain silent.

Every one of his iron-blooded wives cares about him in every sense of the word. As long as he is willing to make strange requests, they will always agree to them half-heartedly. He has done a lot of ridiculous things, but he doesn't notice it when he is with his wives in the port area. But once a normal person comes, he will always react and then repent in his heart for a few seconds.

Of course, only for a few seconds.

"Well, that's wrong. Actually, you're not really keen on it."

"Hehe, thank you for your comfort."

Prince Eugen on the opposite side said softly, and Wuming could easily hear the perfunctory tone in his words.

After a long moment, she said with a tired tone.

"I've wondered what it would be like if I were a normal human woman."

Wuming didn't respond. He knew when to shut up.

"But I could never imagine that I would have such a future. After all, I have been like this since I was born. I have never experienced growth, nor have I come into contact with people other than the Iron Blood Family. My learning speed is many times faster than that of humans, so I don't need to go to school with a group of humans with low learning efficiency. I can lift heavy objects and deal with simple equipment failures by myself. I cook according to the tutorial, and I can make a decent meal after learning for three hours..."

Perhaps because the shock this time was too strong, she began to unconsciously recall the past.

"If we must live with humans as a cube ship, it will probably be a long time later when our status is no longer high. It will be like those history books we have read, forming an alliance through marriage and living with the elites of humans. But it seems very far away when you think about it."

As she said this, she suddenly propped up her face and looked at Wuming.

"I know when I'm going to be so strong."

Wuming remained silent, waiting for Prince Eugen's next words.

"That is, when you feel insecure, it seems that you are a 100% jerk, and she is also worried that you covet me and don't want to share you with me, Wuming, what's so good about you?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen spoke softly, stretched out his hand with some doubt, and subconsciously touched Wuming's face with his cold fingertips.

"Maybe it's because I'm greedy enough. I'm just like an ordinary human being and I'll protect the ones I love. Other than that, I don't think there's anything special about me."

Wuming said softly.

"Oh, it's really ordinary."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen stared at him for a long time before he withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the smooth table that could reflect his own face.

"Incomprehensible."

She said so.

"I just thought about it, and I feel that if it were me, if I had to choose someone to spend my life with, at least I'd want someone with the same personality as you, strong and rational. In short, different from you."

"But if both of them are strong, they won't last long. If both of them are rational, no one will feel safe."

Wuming shrugged and said.

"If possible, I still hope that the people who stay by my side can be less rational, less strong, and don't need to maintain a strong shell. I can still be someone who can make them relax."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen didn't say anything else. After a long while, she avoided Wuming's gaze, turned her face away and stood up.

"I'd better go see my bodyguard first."

She walked to the door and looked straight at the corridor outside.

"in addition."

"Ok?"

Wuming didn't wait for the second half of her sentence. Prince Eugen from the outside world seemed to feel Wuming's waiting, and she spoke in an irritable tone.

"Nothing else."

Chapter 977: Cat and Knight

I don't understand what she is thinking.

Wuming said this in his heart.

He watched the iron-blooded Prince Eugen leave the command room, then watched her sit down on a bench beside the command room building, staring blankly at the air.

Wuming glanced at the command room which suddenly became empty, and felt a little at a loss for a moment.

If I slip away, judging from her appearance, she will come back later, but staying in the empty command room...

He shrugged awkwardly, turned around and sat behind his desk, staring blankly for the first time in a long time.

Maybe it’s because there are always ship girls around me, and this time there are empty spaces on both sides, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

After thinking for a while, he stood up and looked at Prince Eugen outside, and found that she was still motionless, so he could only open the documents and prepare to deal with them at this time.

"Meow~"

Before he had read two pages, Wuming straightened up reflexively, looked around, and after finding that there were no small animals around him, he continued to prepare for his work.

"Meow!"

"Ok?"

Wuming sat up straight abruptly, standing up with a look of surprise.

There are indeed no cats around, so where does this sound come from?

"Meow~"

The slight meowing sound came from outside the window. Wuming quietly walked to the window and saw the cloaked man - Jean Bart, with his back to him, tilted his head and waving at a white spherical object on the tree.

While performing actions towards the cat in the tree, he lowered the voice of the magic cube cat.

For a while, Jean Bart wrinkled his nose, worried about the safety of the fat white cat lying on the high ground.

"Really? Isn't it said that cats would react to similar sounds?"

Her good sister Clemenceau had taught her this kind of strange knowledge every now and then. Although it was unclear whether it was true or not, everything the seductive blonde said was convincing, and she couldn't help but believe it.

"Or is it that my imitation is not good enough?"

She kept muttering to herself on the spot. The fat white cat above her head yawned in boredom and swung its tail behind it, showing no reaction to the stranger.

Wuming's eyes twitched as he watched from the upstairs window. It could be said that he got to know another side of Jean Bart in another way.

"cough!"

Jean Bart looked around guiltily, and did not forget to raise her head to look around. After she found that there was indeed no one around, she meowed in a low voice and climbed up the tree trunk little by little with a flushed face. Little did she know that after she finished looking, Wuming continued to stick his head out of the window and watched her performance blatantly.

"Meow... Uh, or where should I put it at the end?"

She muttered quietly, changing her tone again.

"Don't move, I'll come and pick you up right away meow...this is so embarrassing."

After trying to say this once, Jean Bart shamefully complained about himself again.

The fat white cat lying on a high branch had an expression of looking at an idiot. To it, it probably heard a person shouting "Aba Aba" coming towards it.

Jean Bart was agile and quickly climbed up to it. The fat cat lazily bent its waist and was about to move to another place when it suddenly felt someone was watching it. The fat cat raised its head slightly and saw Wuming shaking his head vigorously at it.

[Stop running around, let her save you this time]

Just like many humans with mental problems, he always likes to judge everything in the world from his own perspective. He thinks it must be very dangerous for such a small kitten to stay in such a high place, so he squanders his own energy and the love he has for his own kind and projects it onto the cute little animals.

Fortunately, most humans with mental problems cannot match Jean Bart's appearance, so there won't always be someone like Wuming who is particularly compassionate in this regard to stop the kitten from leaving.

The fat white cat meowed, and Wuming took it as its agreement. In order not to let the cat actor work in vain, he spoke while lip-syncing.

[I'll let Xilin give you some extra food later]

"Meow!!!"

The originally lazy posture of the white fat cat suddenly tensed up, and there was fear on the cat's face. The fear was so genuine that even Jean Bart below became nervous.

【Calm down, no extra meals, no extra meals! 】

Wuming quickly lip-synced to comfort the poor commanding cat.

God knows what kind of life these command cats lead every day after Xilin took over as the manager of the cat house. Even this fat white cat is afraid of food.

After the white fat cat calmed down a little, the most obvious change was that it stopped struggling and was easily held in Jean Bal's arms. The branches of seven or eight meters high were a very dangerous distance for humans, but for the Rubik's Cube ship, it was still possible to land safely. Jean Bal hooked the cat with one hand and stepped steadily on the grass, so that the white fat cat did not feel any bumps.

"Hmph, you weak little thing, remember this lesson well. Don't go to places that are too high. Got it?"

After landing, Jean Bart breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the soft grass, put the kitten on the lawn, looked at it seriously, and did not forget to preach.

"Meow."

"Very good, it seems that you have realized your mistake, but it's not always possible for someone like me to lend a helping hand."

She saw the kitten lowering its head, and thought it understood what she said, and its expression was filled with a satisfied smile.

Jean Bart stretched out his hand and rubbed the kitten's head. This commanding cat had long been accustomed to being played with by women, and it meowed very docilely, not forgetting to raise its head and rub her palm.

"Good boy, good boy."

Jean Bart had probably never seen such a green tea cat before, and for a moment he even had the illusion that he was very popular with small animals.