Come and connect with me!

With a gold coin reserve equivalent to that of three emperors, Wuming is quite confident.

"Ms. Akashi, if we choose to accept the characteristics of Miss Enterprise, will we be affected?"

This blonde female commander is not completely ignorant of power. 2b has already told her about her experience. However, even an android who is loyal to humans has things that she is unwilling to give up.

"Of course, meow. Abilities come from experience and life. Enterprise's prototype ship had the Gray Ghost that was repeatedly claimed to have been sunk but suddenly appeared. That's why it has the ability to isolate itself from damage. White probably doesn't have similar experiences. Even if he can obtain Enterprise's characteristics, it's hard for him to do the same as Enterprise. Abilities will also passively affect the holder in the opposite direction, but the impact won't be too great. Maybe he's more like Enterprise in terms of style!"

Akashi explained, White's expression didn't waver, and he obviously had a plan.

White nodded solemnly and said to Wuming: "Commander, please equip me with ship equipment. I want to contribute to the port area with my own strength."

Your own strength.

Wuming nodded. This huge sea of ​​gold came from the warehouse. Wuming reminded everyone first, then closed his eyes and used the [Retrieve] command.

In an instant, the sea of ​​gold all over the ground disappeared, leaving Wuming with an inexplicable sense of loss after he opened his eyes.

"Commander, quickly allocate funds to me, meow. 1500*5 equals 8500 gold coins. There is also money for ship repairs, so let's round it up to gold coins, meow!"

Wuming looked at her in silence.

After staring at it for a while, the green-haired cat smiled awkwardly and said, "I miscalculated, meow. With the Commander's special discount, it should be 7500 meow."

Wuming then nodded.

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You have to keep an eye on this black-hearted cat.

The specific funds for ship equipment have been determined. The next step is to repair the scientific research center. The requirement is a research-type ship girl and the opening of a warehouse. All conditions have been met.

Carrying the cat and his wife, he watched the people working hard and soon completed the research center.

The building is inconspicuous, round in shape, with azure blue semi-metallic and semi-transparent glass all over. On the door is written "Technology R&D and Analysis Center".

Akashi let out a whoosh, broke free from Wuming's hands, and trotted into the research center.

Everyone followed behind him. Inside the gate was a long and narrow corridor that was brightly lit. After passing through the corridor and in the last room, they finally found Akashi.

There were many instruments in this room, but they were all dim in color. Only the instrument in front of Akashi was activated, flashing a faint blue light.

"Commander, give me the money quickly. It will take 5000 gold coins to start the research center, and another gold coins for purchasing materials!"

Wuming rolled his eyes and asked, "Where is the money?"

Akashi moved his ears and happily sat on an instrument to operate it. After a moment, a gap appeared in the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, scientific research can't stop for even a second, meow!"

Wuming shook his head, the golden door opened, gold poured out, and soon, 20,000 gold coins arrived in his account.

Akashi smiled happily, his hands flying as he operated the instruments. Soon, various instruments in the room gradually lit up, the room was brightly lit, a large number of mysterious props were placed randomly, floating windows could be seen everywhere, and the sense of technology suddenly came up.

"Next, Commander, lend me your Frederick-chan. All new partners should stay here. Commander, go and slack off. Don't disturb my research, meow!"

After getting the money, the cat suddenly became more confident and could wave at Wuming nonchalantly.

"What a realistic black-hearted cat, Akashi, what do you want Frederick to do here? Aren't you planning to make a personal ship outfit?"

Akashi however waved his fingers smugly.

"Hehe, Frederick must have eaten a lot of [good stuff], the formula of special alloys, and the technology unique to the other world. You can't just use it yourself, meow. The port area is still under construction, so you can't keep it to yourself, meow!"

Frederick the Great nodded in understanding. She crossed her arms and said gently, "I just happen to want to know where you're going to spend your gold coins, Akashi."

Although her tone was gentle, it made Akashi's tail stand on end.

"Why, how could that be meow, I'm not interested in money meow, all the money is for everyone meow!"

Akashi stuttered. Seeing Frederick the Great's gentle smile, he felt that the future was dark. He didn't want to be an overseer!

"Pfft, by the way, Akashi, I still need your help now."

Wuming suppressed his laughter and waved at the frustrated Akashi.

"What's up, meow?"

"It's just for entertainment. I want you to help me steal some signals. I also need a working cell phone and computer, and a full set of handheld game consoles and stuff."

"Yeah, but scientific research can't be delayed for even a second, meow..."

"One thousand gold coins, no more!"

"Deal meow!"

The advancement of technology will definitely benefit the entire port area. Wuming didn't care about the cat's little plan. He just wanted to surf the Internet!

Not long after, Wuming went into the room excitedly and turned on the computer. The Internet speed was not fast enough. According to Akashi, he used the network of the nearest White Eagle Port area.

"Very good, it's worthy of being a military product, the internet speed is really fast!"

After downloading the unique game of this world, Wuming threw himself into the battle with a grin.

At this time, in the White Eagle Port area, Reno finished his training, took a shower, and turned on the computer with an excited look on his face.

"Hey, where's my internet? Why is it down?"

Chapter 100: Why did Your Majesty rebel?

The minor incident that occurred in the White Eagle Port area could only cause ripples in a small area, but the larger wave had already swept across the White Tower.

The royal influence encompasses half the planet, and from sunrise to sunset, the sun's light and the queen's glory are present.

However, this burning fireball cannot illuminate all of the queen's territories forever. Only one castle can enjoy the same brilliance as the sun forever.

That is the White Tower.

The royal highest meeting hall, where the queen resides, and the core of royal power.

In other words, it is the most honorable and noble place on this planet.

The castle was designed by the world's most famous designers after long and painstaking thinking, holding on to occasional inspiration and putting all their efforts into the design blueprint. The most skilled studio craftsmen carved statues and depicted the magnificent scenes. They tried hard to combine the products of the latest technology with the ancient and noble art of the sages, making this castle the greatest luxury.

Yes, only the best is worthy of Her Majesty the Most High, Forever Queen Elizabeth.

But today, the White Tower seemed noisy. In the huge meeting hall, gentlemen were whispering to each other. These new-style nobles who relied on their wealth to join the upper echelons of the royal family always tried hard to learn the behavior style of the old nobles. They kept a stern face, spoke in a low voice, and carefully selected their allies. In this meeting hall, they maintained a decent and warm appearance.

But today was different. One of the old nobles, a middle-aged man who always had a cold face and acted decisively, kept taking out his handkerchief and wiping his cold sweat in this meeting room where the temperature was always maintained at 25 degrees.

The circular conference hall was now filled with familiar faces that were rarely seen in the past. Even the true leader of the aristocratic faction, the dignified woman with blonde hair and red eyes, wearing a red military uniform, overlooked the conference hall with an inexplicable look.

Beside her was a woman with long flaxen hair, deep blue eyes, and dressed in a white military uniform. Her cloak and knight's sword were draped over her chair. She stood straight with no expression on her face, and no one could tell what she was thinking.

I have thought about it and led the three prayers.

The last person in the three seats with these two is a silver-haired maid.

Her eyes were a rare blue-purple color. Even in this place where the powerful gathered, she was dressed in a simple black and white maid outfit. Her face was unusually cold, and her five fingers in half-finger gloves had been tapping lightly on the table in front of her since she sat down, revealing her anxious heart.

On the highest platinum throne, there was a flag of a crowned lion, symbolizing royal glory, but at this moment, it was being nonchalantly stepped on by the royal master.

Her Majesty the Queen, who is always eleven years old, looks at the people under the throne with boredom. Her crown is worn casually, and she doesn't care even if it is tilted. The scepter is also thrown aside by her. Something as intangible as power should be held by an intangible object, not symbolized by a mere ornament.

The noise and controversy have been going on for a while. If it were in the past, the [Queen's Sword] - the Prince of Wales should have come forward and used words that no one could find fault with to control the situation and maintain silence, but now the Prince of Wales said nothing.

If no one stood up, the intolerable [Queen's Shield]----Vanguard would even raise his fist and tell these gentlemen to calm down, but now the Vanguard remained silent.

The reason is very simple. The shadow queen of the royal family, [Hand of the Queen] ---- Belfast, has been having close talks with powerful figures of Iron Blood in the waters under the jurisdiction of the White Eagle Federation, and is suspected of interfering with the internal rights of Iron Blood.

Prince Eugen, the Iron-Blooded secretary, remained silent, but his companion Count Zeppelin did not have the confidentiality awareness of the Prime Minister's Office and actually talked about the matter with his friends on the Internet. So the agents lurking in the Iron-Blooded simply passed the information back to the Royal White Tower. Then, a lot of evidence showed that Prince Eugen did act on Bismarck's orders. Although he disappeared in the middle of the journey, it could be judged from the route that he definitely entered and exited the White Eagle's waters.

The White Eagle's Saratoga and Bismarck's little note did not escape the attention of these agents, and soon all the clues and intelligence were transferred to the White Tower, and today, the intelligence appeared on Her Majesty the Queen's desk.

But the night before, Her Majesty the Queen had already learned this little secret through her private channels.

"Gentlemen, have you come to any conclusion from this discussion?"

The Prince of Wales did not have a loud voice, but when she spoke, there was a brief pause in the noisy chamber, allowing everyone present to hear what she meant.

Silence, long silence.

Speech is an attitude, and silence is also an attitude.

"Or, have you found an excuse?"

There was a scrutinizing look in her red eyes, but wherever she looked, she could only see drooping heads.

No one answered.

Her Majesty the Queen yawned, rubbed her eyes, and said slowly: "Tell me, my intelligence chief, why is the news I found on the Internet faster than the intelligence agency that I invest huge amounts of money in every year, allows you to select people from the army, and gives you the best equipment?"

She straightened the crown that was about to fall off, held the throne with both hands, and stood on the throne.

"What are my agents doing? Are they gathering in a newsstand waiting for a report? Or are they using their best equipment and driving their most expensive cars to pick up girls and blow up a building?"

Although she also watches 007, it does not stop her from using this to satirize her intelligence chief.

"Your Majesty, in fact... in fact..."

The middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing his greasy bald forehead. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. While looking at Her Majesty the Queen, he also subconsciously observed the head maid out of the corner of his eye.

"Go on, or let the next Director of Intelligence tell me."

Her Majesty the Queen glanced at her loyal head maid, her tone already tinged with impatience.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it seems that I am excusing myself by saying this, but my good men submitted the intelligence yesterday afternoon. However, since we did not receive any feedback, we submitted it again today."

The intelligence chief's face was sweating, and drops of hot sweat slid down his forehead into the corners of his eyes. The stinging sensation made his eyelids twitch, but he didn't dare to take out a handkerchief to wipe them.

The conference room was dead silent at this point. The intelligence chief could even hear the pounding heartbeats around him. His current condition was no better than anyone else's. His brain was hot and breathing was becoming difficult. Some kind of pressure made him feel like he was falling into the deep sea, and the vortex of fear made his eyes go black.

Her Majesty the Queen raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the Prince of Wales also lifted his cloak and turned his head without any concealment, staring at Belfast which was caught in the core of the vortex.

"Mr. Belfast, do you need me to teach this nonsense guy a lesson for you?"

The vanguard spoke in a cold tone, his right hand already tightly gripping the knight's sword.

A cold murderous intent enveloped the conference hall. Unlike in the past when the gentlemen above were separated by brute force, a light golden crown-shaped ship suit had emerged behind the vanguard at this time, which was enough to blow everything in the conference hall to pieces in an instant!

"Step back, Vanguard. This is the meeting room, the royal [Round Table]. I allow any voice to appear as long as it is true."

Her Majesty the Queen looked around. Except for the Queen's throne which was deliberately raised to take into account factors such as height, the seats in the circular conference hall were of equal height.

"Now, tell me, has the information about my head maid and the head of the intelligence bureau been sent over?"

Chapter 101: The Royal Family is about to become an international laughing stock

There was silence in the meeting room. The silver-haired head maid nodded, and then bowed slightly to the intelligence director, whose forehead was covered with sweat.

"I am sorry, sir, for causing you controversy due to personal reasons. I must apologize to you."

Belfast's voice was tired.

She has not rested since yesterday. After the intelligence was submitted to the White Tower yesterday, according to convention, she was responsible for judging whether the matter was urgent enough to require Her Majesty the Queen's personal review, but this matter gave her a dilemma.

It looked like a simple frame-up. After all, the value of the Iron Blood had been almost exhausted. Otherwise, even if it was a joke, Her Majesty the Queen would not have sent two recruitment messages when she was bored to ask Bismarck if he would come to be a maid.

Although the four major camps are nominally equal, with the passage of time, it has become a situation where Azur Lane eats meat and Red Axis drinks soup. Even though there has been some trouble in recent years, it is just because they are too lazy to investigate.

Especially the poorest Bismarck. Unlike the other three, the royal wealth of the empire is the largest. The money Her Majesty the Queen spends every day can feed the residents of a small town. The White Eagle clans are everywhere, and the navy also controls the greatest interests. The equipment update is always in the first echelon;

As for the Sakura Empire, all glory belongs to the Son of God. If they are really out of money, they can leave a money box at the door of the Palace of the Goddess of the Moon. Some of the fanatical believers will donate money. Even if there is some instability internally, it still has the ability to make people look up to it.

Only iron and blood are the most scarce.

The interests of the old and new nobles are entangled, and they sell out their country for personal gain. The new capitalists favor the old-fashioned royal family and the wealthy new-school White Eagle, or they try to break into the conservative and mysterious Sakura Empire, and never think of throwing money into their iron-blooded homeland.

In a world where power is measured by technology, the amount of wealth is a direct reflection of power.

New equipment is supposed to be stronger than old ones, and tactics derived from technology are supposed to be more powerful than before. Even if the Bismarck and a few iron-blooded ships can make the Royal Navy take them more seriously, it is meaningless because they are too weak overall.

There is no glory to speak of for capitalists, or rather, only the glory engraved on gold coins is worthy of capitalists' pursuit. Her Majesty the Queen never talks about dignity and morality with businessmen, but she is God in the eyes of businessmen all over the world.

Without the talk of interests and without the ability to impress capital with honor, the defeat of the Iron and Blooded Army is almost inevitable.

The only value of this broken ship is that when someone dies, people will come to divide the body. However, no smart person would be willing to interfere with such a force.

Especially the Royal Shadow Queen Belfast.

However, the intelligence chief did not know that on that night, not only did Her Majesty the Queen learn about this matter, but the head maid's private mailbox also received a confidential letter from the Iron-Blooded Prime Minister's Office.

The sender of the letter was the secretary Prince Eugene. The content of the letter was enthusiastic and hoped for more cooperation. He also said that it would be wonderful if we could all revolt together, overthrow the queen, and defeat Bismarck. Then we could become sisters forever.

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