Come and connect with me!

Wuming's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Prince Eugen raised his eyebrows, then slowly loosened his hands and dropped them silently under the table.

"That's right, then dear, please pay a little more attention and stay with Anchorage."

After a pause, Prince Eugen's sweet words and breath passed by Wuming's ears.

"Dear, stay with Anchorage, and I will stay with dear."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wuming's eyes began to widen. In front of him, Anchorage was still eating egg fried rice in a daze.

"Hey, hey, you, calm down, this is the cafeteria..."

"whee."

......

There were also two new guests in the cafeteria. Wuming was concentrating on accompanying Anchorage, and other people came to accompany the two of them.

“Oh, they are exactly the same.”

Prince Eugen in the outside world kept smiling, ignoring the discussions not far away. She could see that the face of the brown-haired girl was exactly the same as Z23 of Iron-Blooded. The only difference was that Z23 of Iron-Blooded was not accompanied by Raffi of White Eagle, Ayanami of Sakura Empire, and Javelin of Royal Guards.

"If you're curious, you can just come and take a look, z23."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen waved to them, and they nodded and came over, bringing a few more friends with them, making the rather spacious dining table crowded.

"Well, although I don't like repeating other people's words, you are almost exactly the same as the Z23 I know."

She looked at it openly and sighed.

"Perhaps, there are familiar faces everywhere in this parallel world."

"That may not be the case, Prince Eugen."

Frederick the Great's gaze was fixed on the distance, and he hardly looked at her deliberately, but the magical thing was that she seemed to know everything about Prince Eugene's actions.

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen followed her gaze and saw Wuming holding the new girl named Anchorage in his arms, with another of himself clinging to his back, seemingly whispering something to Wuming.

"How is Bismarck from the Iron Blood side doing now?"

"Oh, this is why you came to see me, right?"

Before the iron-blooded Prince Eugen could take a closer look, he heard Frederick the Great's question and immediately turned his head to look at her.

"Otherwise, what else is there in this world's weak camp that is worthy of my attention?"

Frederick the Great said absentmindedly, her fingertips tapping rhythmically on the table, always giving people a sense of calmness that everything is under control.

"Wow, you really dare to say that."

Prince Eugen frowned slightly, then thought about himself who was currently unable to use the ship equipment, and how it would be difficult for him to cause any major trouble to the completed version of the planned ship in front of him if he used the ship equipment, so he suppressed the urge to throw the wine in his hand on it.

"Bismarck is...not doing well right now. She hopes to get a ticket to a smooth life in this transformation."

However, since she cares so much about Bismarck, perhaps I can use it to test her attitude.

Frederick the Great seemed a little surprised when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, idiot, what are you thinking about? My feelings for her are not as deep as you think. At least I won't take Bismarck so seriously just because I see her. The world is big, Eugen, bigger than you think."

She stared at Prince Eugen steadily, with a look of pity in her eyes that made her unhappy, a look that made her angrier than contempt.

"If my husband is willing to treat you well, you will know what we see and what the world in our eyes refers to. It is much more vast than a small planet."

Frederick the Great said this softly, and suddenly his expression froze and he looked over with some confusion.

Prince Eugen, who was thinking, was also affected by her. He looked over and saw Wuming whispering something to Anchorage. The latter raised his hands high, nodded his head vigorously, stood up obediently, and continued to eat seriously. Wuming, with a stern face, pulled his other self's wrist silently, and walked into the kitchen with a hunched back.

"She, what is she doing?"

Prince Eugen always felt that his other self laughed especially happily.

"Make a small meal."

Frederick the Great stood up slowly and left with a swaying step.

"how about you?"

She looked at the black-haired beauty in confusion, and the latter threw out a sentence without even turning her head.

"Make a small meal."

Chapter 992 Favorite Gift

Prince Eugen, with a puzzled look on her face, could only finish this nice lunch absent-mindedly. She always felt that this port area seemed to have its own way of speaking, and always said things that made her feel confused.

"Um, do you know what this means?"

Fortunately, the big one is gone, and the small one is still here, and the Four Royal Families seem to know something.

"Yada, it's still too bad to say this."

Javelin blushed and waved his hands, refusing to reveal a single word.

"Okay, I kinda get it."

Prince Eugen's face darkened and he asked no more questions.

Besides her, there was another visitor from outside, Jean Bart.

"By the way, do you have Richelieu in your port area?"

She asked hesitantly.

"Yes, well, we also know Clemenceau!"

Javelin thought for a moment, then the Queen said with certainty.

"Is it the Vichy ship wearing a cape and with a scary smile?"

Jean Bart nodded with a heavy expression.

"Yes, she has a terrible laugh sometimes."

Having said this, Jean Bart continued weakly.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel so tired."

"Stay rational, our Lord Knight. Parallel world, parallel world. Come, read it with me. They are all parallel worlds. Reality is not like this."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen looked at this female knight who had suffered even worse than herself, and inexplicably felt a little better.

"You're just being sarcastic. Don't think I can't hear it."

Jean Bart sipped his wine without any taste and said with a bored look on his face.

"Ms. Jean Bart, you seem to be in great distress."

The four royal families were chatting in low voices when a familiar voice came from nowhere, and along with the voice came a blue-haired woman who had been seen before.

"Marco Polo?"

Prince Eugen and Jean Bart both recognized him; they were very impressed by this guy hanging around everywhere.

"Good afternoon, both of you."

Marco Polo glanced at Prince Eugen with a puzzled look and smiled happily, an expression of satisfaction that came from seeing things going well.

"Well, Frederick the Great came to me because he wanted to know about Bismarck. What did you come to me for?"

With Jean Bart around, Prince Eugen couldn't tell her many things directly, which was also a point that annoyed her, but she was indeed very weak now and really needed a bodyguard.

"I don't need to know anyone through you, but I have a feeling that you might stay for more than just one day."

"Ok?"

Prince Eugen blinked and was about to ask when he saw Marco Polo turned around and left contentedly. His signature three-part oh-ho-ho laugh was heard, giving people a feeling that her conspiracy had succeeded.

"She, she came here just to have a laugh?"

Jean Bart nudged Prince Eugene with his elbow, and the latter slowly shook his head.

"I don't quite understand, but I have a bad feeling."

Prince Eugen said distressedly.

Every time she was prepared for the worst, something worse would happen. She had gotten used to it.

After lunch, the iron-blooded Prince Eugene brought Jean Bart to a secluded place in the port area. She looked at the deep woods and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ms. Jean Bart, please give me some space. I need to report the current situation to Bismarck. I'm sorry, I can't tell you this."

Jean Bart nodded in understanding.

"I'm not interested in your Iron Blood affairs. Be careful and don't get knocked out and taken away by that Wuming."

"Haha, you too."

After the two men exchanged a swear word, Jean Bart hesitated for a moment, but still took out a flare gun from his arms.

"Before you get knocked out, you can try firing flares into the sky."

"Thank you, but if you get knocked unconscious, I'll just have to help you shout for help."

Prince Eugen took the signal gun with a smile. Both of them had become accustomed to changing the worst thing that could happen to them into encountering Wuming.

After Jean Bart left alone, he found a bench and sat down, looking a little hesitant.

Just like Prince Eugen, she certainly didn't just want to be a bodyguard. What Prince Eugen mentioned, the third option besides Azur Lane and Crimson Axis, made the Iris ships, including her, very excited. It just so happened that she didn't want to stay in Iris, so she just took it as a break. But now after witnessing everything in this port with her own eyes, she finally understood why a mere port would be considered the third option by Sangvis Iron Blood.

In addition to technology, two Rubik's Cube ships a day, constant wind and rain, this kind of camp with increasing effective combat power is unique, and if every camp has it, it also ensures that this port area will not be treated differently because of its own camp. As far as she thinks, the atmosphere here is quite good, and there has been no bullying. For Iris, who is not interested in either pole of this world, it may not be a bad choice.

only......

Jean Bart's face darkened.

After joining, she felt less secure.

Or, they are four bastards who are interested in all resources except them.

Or, he is an asshole who seems to be not interested in any resources except them.

Her expression stiffened.

Hell, I don't even want to choose!

With inexplicable emotions in his heart, Jean Bart stood up again, walked to an empty corner, and took out an exquisite cross from his pocket.

"Encrypted channel, activated."

This is a special Rubik's Cube creation from Iris, a holy object. It is even better than the White Eagle and Royal's technologies in special aspects and can avoid the eyes and ears of these bastards.

After a moment, a voice that forced itself to cheer up was heard.

"Barr."

Jean Bart pursed his lips for a long time before he asked.

“Is Clemenceau not here?”

"She is dealing with some guys with ulterior motives, so she didn't bring the communicator with her. Bar, tell me if you have anything to say, or hang up now. Clemenceau will be able to handle the matter in half an hour."

Although it sounds trivial, Jean Barr could smell a strong smell of rust. The Master of the Tribunal was too busy to answer the phone. It seemed that Iris was indeed in a state of confusion.

"No, you too, I am here to tell you what Prince Eugen promised me."

"Oh, I thought it would take at least a few days. So, Bar, how's it going over there?"

Richelieu said softly.

"Generally speaking, it feels better than Crimson Axis and Azur Lane, but it's just a feeling. I haven't been able to touch the deeper things yet. As a backup option, it's not an exaggeration."

There is no such thing as neutrality in this world, and there is no way to be neutral. Iris still needs to make a choice.

Jean Bart told everything that had happened today, trying not to mix in any personal emotions. Richelieu on the other end of the communicator hummed softly from time to time.

"The technology is very strong, but Lord Wuming is not keen on land. If you want fewer resources than the Red Axis, then you can try to make serious contact."

The archbishop said this, then hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"Is there anything that Mr. Wuming prefers? It would be more appropriate to bring a gift for your next formal visit."

Jean Bart's status was not low, but he came as Prince Eugene's bodyguard after all, so it certainly could not be considered an official visit.

"Ok?"