Come and connect with me!

"Yes, your leave can last another day."

Prince Eugen looked at the mass on her shoulder.

"But you can't hide it like this. I suggest you choose something smaller when it comes to stealing things."

After a pause, Prince Eugen continued.

"Of course, it's best if you can't move."

"This isn't stolen!"

Jean Bart was obviously annoyed. She lifted her cloak, revealing her head and shoulders, allowing Prince Eugen to see the fat white cat. The fat cat was coiled around her shoulders, holding on tightly, not letting go for a moment, and lying on them quite leisurely.

"Wow, I think I should update your profile description from [a cold-blooded flagship] to [a humanoid cat climbing frame that can easily capture small animals]. If you are in a place with many small animals, you will probably have a hard time moving. Maybe I should suggest that Bismarck raise cats in large areas throughout the Iron Blood to prevent Iris from sneaking in?"

Prince Eugen tilted his head, admiring Jean Bart's gradually flushed expression.

"Haha, Prince Eugen, do you want to try to get punched by the cat climbing frame now?"

She laughed in anger, revealing a sinister smile with a malicious look on her face. She twisted her wrist habitually, and Prince Eugen's smile disappeared little by little.

It’s broken, isn’t it?

Prince Eugen smiled awkwardly and waved his hands, a drop of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. It's better to keep your file as it is."

"I don't like the original profile description either!"

Looking at Jean Bart who was pressing hard, Prince Eugen's smile became more and more stiff. The inexplicable feeling of cherishment when she was with Wuming paralyzed her senses, making her subconsciously still think that her ship equipment was still usable. But now that Wuming was gone, she could only face an angry Iris Knight alone.

I hope this guy knows that I am very vulnerable and can hit me gently.

Thinking of this, Prince Eugen stood obediently, ready to be punched.

"Jean Bart?"

A clear voice came from outside, stopping Jean Bart's actions. The latter quickly pulled up his cloak, making sure his entire body was hidden under the cloak, then turned his head with forced calmness. Prince Eugen, who had luckily escaped the disaster, also looked in the direction of the voice to see which kind-hearted person had saved him.

The black iron-like metal boots looked quite heavy, but the white thighs connected to the boots were so transparent that one could almost see the blood vessels under the skin. The cool gauze dress above the plump thighs wrapped around the slender waist and body, making the person look even lighter and more ethereal. The pair of heterochromatic eyes were now quietly staring at the two people.

"You, you are... um, nice to meet you, hello."

Jean Bart subconsciously wanted to read out the person's name, but then realized that he shouldn't know her, so he could only abruptly change the subject and stammered to say hello.

Champagne looked at her silently, until Jean Bart's scalp tingled, then he spoke in a cold and firm tone.

"Jean Bart."

"No, I am not Jean Bart!"

Her arrival was a secret, or rather, as the former flagship of the Vichy Church, her appearance at this time and anywhere would be interpreted in various ways. If she had not been picked up by Clemenceau, she would not have wanted to follow Prince Eugene as a temporary bodyguard.

Of course, difficulty in facing sisters is also a very important reason.

"Then, not Jean Bart, you are here with Prince Eugene?"

Champagne had no reaction to this. She looked at the iron-blooded Prince Eugen. After escaping the fate of being beaten, Prince Eugen looked much calmer.

"I... oh, this is so annoying!"

After making sure that her disguise was ineffective, the female knight from Iris gave up and took off her cloak, which had more symbolic significance than practical significance, angrily threw it to the ground and stomped on it several times.

"call....."

She took a deep breath, looked at Prince Eugen who was watching the show on the side, and straightened her back in front of the champagne.

"So what?"

Champagne tilted his head and said calmly.

"Not very good. I was commissioned by Xilin to help her find a command cat that had escaped."

As he said this, Champagne looked over Jean Bart's shoulder. The fat white cat showed a human-like expression of fear, suddenly jumped up from the human-shaped cat climbing frame, and dived into the grass.

Chapter 982: The Runaway Commander

call.......

A breeze blew, and the three of them stared at the slightly trembling grass in silence for a long time.

After a moment, Champagne walked towards the bushes with an unchanged expression, and his black iron boots made crisp clicking sounds as they stepped on the road.

After a while, she walked into the depths of the grass and walked slowly towards the woods.

As soon as she left, Prince Eugen immediately became alert, tiptoed quietly, held his breath and moved away from Jean Bart little by little, wanting to leave before she could react, so as to avoid being beaten again.

"Hey."

I was running out quietly when I suddenly heard Jean Bart say something out of the blue.

"babble!"

Prince Eugen froze and uttered a suspicious exclamation.

"What?"

"Come with me in there, and forget it this time."

Compared to Prince Eugen who had lost his ship suit, Jean Bart, who always remained alert in a strange place, undoubtedly had sharper senses. Prince Eugen was so close to her that no matter what he did, he could not escape her sight.

"You want to follow that Champagne guy?"

Prince Eugen sighed helplessly, then asked softly.

"I prefer to call it tracking!"

Jean Bart touched her shoulder subconsciously. She felt much easier to move now. However, thinking about the performance of the cute green tea cat still made her feel a little uneasy, or rather, she was not very reassured.

"But I don't have a ship suit, so I can't keep up with your movements. If possible, leave me alone and have a good rest. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel uncomfortable all over."

Jean Bart silently raised his fist and waved it in front of Prince Eugen. Then, before she could react, he swung a powerful jab, hitting the big tree next to Prince Eugen directly, and half of his arm was stabbed into it!

"Do you need me to give you a massage?"

Watching Jean Bart slowly pull out his fist and seeing the tree trunk with a hole in it, Prince Eugen wisely performed the fleur-de-lis salute.

"No, a man of iron will not succumb to a little physical pain. Maybe walking more will be better for my body."

Jean Bart groaned and shook his wrist to shake off the sawdust on the back of his hand.

"Come on, I want to make sure that little creature is safe. Don't pretend to be a human being and get weak after running a few kilometers. I know you have good stamina!"

"Well, my suggestion is to stay out of this port district's affairs."

"I am not as iron-blooded as you are. I only care about the benefits. My honor does not allow me to turn a blind eye to possible bullying."

Jean Bart snorted, reached out and grabbed Prince Eugen's wrist, and led her towards the depths of the forest, which would also save the energy of this cube spirit who was currently unable to use his ship suit.

"That's very well said. So what is our Miss Knight doing now?"

Prince Eugen grinned and sneered.

"Let a guy who can't see his own situation clearly walk more."

Jean Bart retorted without hesitation.

"Also, don't act like you're innocent. Now be quiet. I want to see how that child will be treated."

"Yes, yes, Master Knight is always right."

The two of them were bickering with each other while moving quickly through the woods.

Champagne's traces were not difficult to find. She looked at the wildly growing trees and summoned her own ship suit. Her five black iron fingers moved among the trees like a spider. She sat steadily on the back of her hand, looking coldly at the white ball jumping up and down in front of her.

As the fingers passed through the bushes, they all fell forward. As the fingers moved through the trees, conspicuous holes appeared between the trees. The traces left behind were more conspicuous than those of the demon hunter, allowing the two trackers to catch up effortlessly.

"Miss Knight, can you help me if you can? I think walking through this jungle would be more painful than getting beaten up by you."

Prince Eugen looked at the sharp branches and broken hard roots and said with some embarrassment.

"It seems I overestimated you."

Jean Bart shook his head, stretched out his hand, carried Prince Eugen on his back, and trotted forward with a dark face.

Originally I brought Prince Eugen with me because I wanted to have a companion, but now I think that the impact of losing the ship equipment is really too great. The all-round attribute reduction makes Prince Eugen too fragile, and he needs to be taken care of by himself, which is simply asking for trouble.

"Wow, the view is really nice when you're up high."

Prince Eugen smiled, and then spoke before Jean Bart got angry.

"Champagne has stopped. It looks like the little guy is about to be caught. You need to hurry."

"Damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Jean Bart muttered to himself, then he stepped on the ground, leaped several meters high, stepped on the tree trunk, and moved forward at a high altitude.

A little further away, Champagne supported her face with one hand, looking boredly at the front. She had two hand-shaped ship suits, sitting on the back of one hand, and the other hand was facing forward. A large amount of dense silk threads were trapping the white fat cat into a knot, but even so, at the thought of going back, the fat cat still struggled to wriggle its body and ran towards the depths of the forest.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Jean Bart, who saw all this with sharp eyes, shouted loudly in the distance.

"As you can see, capture the escaped command cat."

Champagne said without even turning his head, not surprisingly.

“Why catch it?”

"Because it doesn't eat on time."

With a heavy thud, Jean Bart ran over quickly. Prince Eugen, who was behind him, had fallen hard on his butt and was rubbing his butt with a grimace on his face.

Jean Bart pulled the silk thread hard, but found that he couldn't tear it apart with brute force alone, so he turned his head and looked at Champagne.

"Since the child doesn't want to eat, don't force him. Can't you see that he has become fat as a ball?"

Champagne blinked, thought for a moment, and said seriously.

"All command cats are like this. Normal command cats are spherical."

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the fat cat tied into an oval shape with silk thread.

"And a hat, which is the characteristic of this little thing. It is always this fat whether it eats or not."

"Eh?"

Jean Bart looked closely and found that it was true. This chubby cat did have a sailor cap on its head. She wanted to take it off before, but found that it was very tight and thought it was a decoration. In this case, it was probably a trait that the Farfetch'd was born with, similar to that of the Farfetch'd.

"Then why did it run?"

Champagne was silent for a moment, then thought of the person who was carrying a large bowl and pouring cat food into the cat's nest. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Maybe, maybe I ate too much."

Chapter 983: Legal Visitors and the Cat House

A few minutes later, the three men walked out of the jungle. During this time, Jean Bart kept staring at Champagne, who was holding the white fat cat by the scruff of its neck. The captured command cat was also very smart and used weak meows to express his reluctance, causing Jean Bart to look back frequently.

"Next, I'll go to the cat house."

Champagne looked at the two visitors and said in a cold tone.

"Cat House?"

Jean Bart frowned and thought about it, and found that this did not seem to be mentioned in the information compiled by the various camps after the meeting in the port area.

"A place where command cats are kept."

The identities and origins of these two people have been spread through the port area's network. After confirming their identities, Champagne treated them as tourists who came to visit. For a place like the Cat House with a low level of confidentiality, there was nothing to worry about allowing these two guests to visit.

Before Jean Bart could speak, Champagne said.

"I can take you on a tour. Except for some special areas in the port area, you can go there as legal visitors."

"Oh, a legitimate visitor?"

Prince Eugen rubbed his butt, glared at Jean Bart unhappily, and asked Champagne in confusion.

“Are there any illegal visitors?”

"Because we don't have a prison, we deal with illegal visitors by shooting them on the spot."

Champagne said lightly.