Come and connect with me!

"Sure enough, that's the case."

She laughed at herself, as if she had let go of a burden, or as if she was laughing at herself for still having expectations.

"I understand. Iron Blood will fulfill the agreement as required, but these ship equipment are not enough for Iron Blood to maintain the balance you mentioned."

Wuming looked at Bismarck suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.

"That requires me to take a look first."

Bismarck looked at him silently without saying anything, which made Wuming feel puzzled.

After chatting for a few more sentences, both of them showed little interest in the conversation, so they decisively said goodbye to each other and ended this conversation that had started inexplicably.

"Who should I choose? Eugen or Hu Teng..."

Bismarck's whisper echoed in the office. She pressed the corners of her eyes with her fingers with a cold expression, and thousands of words turned into a sigh.

"Let's ask their opinions first."

On the other side of the port, the first thing Wuming did after ending the call was to reach out and poke the head of the Siren with Big Eyes.

"Don't sleep anymore, it's time to go to work!"

The Siren with big eyes slowly opened her eyes, looked confused for a moment, then immediately came to her senses and looked at Wuming with a questioning look.

"Self-check completed, fully functional, no data lost, please Commander Wuming submit the order."

After the little Siren finished muttering, she just stayed where she was and looked at Wuming.

"I want to check the plans related to Iron Blood... No, in order to avoid such emergencies in the future, I'd better allocate all the camps and matters related to the Sirens."

Wuming originally wanted to only look for the ones with Tiexue, but then he changed his mind and decided not to sort them out and just take them all out to look at.

"Authorization confirmed, information being transmitted..."

The Siren with Big Eyes talked to herself and began to talk about the relationship between the Siren and the major camps.

Wuming's expression changed constantly as he heard this, and he kept smacking his lips.

He knew that each camp was related to the Sirens, but the depth varied. However, what he didn't know was that the list of people revealed by the Doudouyan Sirens was too long. Among the four major camps, the Azure Side had slightly fewer people, but the Red Side was flooded. From the uninformed civilians to the confused human management and up to the informed ships, there were few who were not associated with the Sirens.

Especially the Iron Blood, which seems to hold the right to speak in the Red Axis, is the most serious camp. Several key technical nodes of biological ship equipment have been provided with corresponding theoretical support by Siren with the help of human scientists. After the equipment is upgraded, the shadow of seafood monster can be seen lingering in every corner of the Iron Blood Academy of Sciences.

There are even a few highly respected iron-blooded scientists who are simply observers in disguise, and they can even go to work in confidential areas openly.

Bismarck had a vague sense of this, but it was difficult for him to define who was the real person and who was the siren.

Under strong external pressure, Bismarck himself had to secretly sign an agreement with the Sirens in order to obtain technical information that could compete with the Azur Lane. Super ships like Frederick the Great were one of them and could be used as weapons in decisive battles.

Of course, not to mention those vests who clock in and out to get paid as observers, the deal with Bismarck was by no means free. This malicious Siren set the time with a rather malicious taste and divided the cost into segments. The first stage was the maturity of Frederick the Great. At that time, she would reward him with a command from the Iron Blood. This command would of course be used to declare war on Azur Lane. The slow technological progress made her unbearable, and a world that was too peaceful was definitely not what she had hoped for before.

As for Sakura Empire, the Purifiers are in charge of negotiations. Compared to the cautious and rational Amagi, the more impulsive Akagi is of course more suitable for the Imperial City PK stage that the Sirens like. And it is only natural to let this guy go offline temporarily. It seems that Amagi is still sleeping under the sacred tree on the main island of Sakura Empire. With her as a handle, there is no need to worry about Akagi not going crazy.

The royal family is mostly a guide. There are many special relics underground in the royal homeland, all of which were left by the Sirens. They are basically some incomplete theories and technical blueprints, which are used to control the royal family's technological progress. At the same time, they are also trying to let the royal family open up new technological routes.

As for White Eagle, a bunch of Siren vests in the Star Sea Laboratory continued to contribute to White Eagle's cutting-edge technology, and then went offline one by one, throwing a lot of unfinished theories to the scientists to see what they could come up with.

only.......

Wuming saw this and asked with some confusion.

"What's with Bismarck's expression? If it was still the original plan, then Siren would definitely not let the Iron Blood be crushed by the White Eagle Royal in a second, and the corresponding technical assistance would definitely be sufficient. Why is she so unhappy?"

The Siren with big eyes snapped her fingers silently. With a click, a projection screen lit up, and inside it was the snickering Marco Polo!

Chapter 1038: The Ring Given in Advance

Docklands Church.

Hmmmm...

Humming a tuneless little song, the Pope lay happily on the sofa, reading the agreement written in her hand again and again. After making sure that there were no loopholes, she smiled with satisfaction and threw the thick book on the desk.

The plan was perfect, and Bismarck was completely defeated. She felt very happy that her goal was not achieved by her own force. After all, there were many people who could fight, but not many who had enough leadership skills.

"drop!"

Marco Polo let out a light exclamation, but still pointed at the air.

"Are you busy, Marco?"

"If the commander needs you, I'm not busy."

"Well, if possible, please come to the command room as soon as possible."

Wuming on the screen looked at her with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Right away."

As he said this, Marco Polo puffed out his chest proudly and smiled in a playful tone.

"What's the matter, Commander? Are you fascinated by my appearance?"

"If that makes you come faster, then yes."

At this moment, the Pope was dressed in home clothes, standing barefoot on the sofa, with the arches of her feet sunk into the soft sofa. The light-colored sofa made her skin look even more fair. Her long light blue hair flowed from her shoulders like a stagnant blue waterfall, and her pretty face was like a daffodil floating on the water.

Wuming took a look at it openly and had to admit that she was a beautiful woman with a bad heart.

"uh-huh."

Seemingly satisfied with Wuming's answer, Marco Polo curled the corners of his mouth and winked at Wuming.

"Give me a moment, see you later."

Wuming on the other end shrugged and continued to look at the Siren with big eyes.

"Are you sure she's just using the observer's cover to communicate with Bismarck?"

"Answer: I have checked it in the database and it is correct."

The Siren with big eyes said in a serious tone.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, here is your reward."

Wuming opened the drawer and handed a box of Yixian baked snacks to the Siren with Big Eyes. The latter raised her head, sniffed, and nodded with satisfaction. However, she probably felt that it was not right to eat at this time, so she stuffed the snack box into her body. The whole snack box, which was two circles bigger than her, was put into her body.

"Notice: I am about to enter hibernation mode."

"Goodbye."

After bidding farewell to the little Siren, Wuming watched the little thing's movements solidify again. Thinking about Marco Polo's past performance, he vaguely sensed some clues, but at that time, he did not think of this level.

Before he could dwell on it for long, there was a knock on the door outside the command room. Wuming looked up and saw the Pope leaning against the door, knocking on it to remind him that she was there.

After all, unless absolutely necessary, the door of the command room must be open.

"Yoho, Commander, you finally want to rule the world, and you just need someone who can help you with your plans, right?"

Marco Polo came over and said excitedly.

"It's a shame, but I'm happy with my current situation and don't need to conquer the world to show how powerful I am."

Wuming shrugged and could clearly hear the Pope's "huh" sound.

Previously, due to the lack of people in the port area, it was not possible to rule the world. The same is true now. And because the Siren is the actual ruler of the world, all problems have turned into a dead end.

In other words, to truly dominate the world, one needs to defeat the Sirens, but if one can defeat the Sirens, they probably won’t care about such a small planet.

"Well, then, it seems my commander has finally discovered my good qualities. Do you want to go out with me?"

Marco Polo pursed his lips, then thought of something, his eyes immediately lit up, and he came over with a playful look and said.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Wuming didn't say anything, but silently pointed to the light screen, on which was a still photo of the moment when the Pope took the observer's intercom.

"Um...it seems my surprise has been discovered by the commander in advance."

Marco Polo said this with a hint of reluctance.

"Tell me more about it."

Wuming was extremely curious when he thought about Bismarck's angry expression.

"Hehe, Bismarck can't deny his debts. He always wants to skip classes and not develop his skills. He even wants to get Siren for free. This deserves severe punishment."

The Pope grinned, stood on tiptoes elegantly, and leaned on the desk, with her large buttocks pressing on the surface.

"I told her that the commander is a member of the Siren, and asked her to exchange people for him. If she wants to return the goods and put little Frederick back, she must send a bigger one, or prepare a high-ranking iron-blooded person to be sent to the port as a slave. I can't spoil this guy."

Marco Polo was very pleased with the sense of accomplishment that came from capturing high-ranking people and forcing them to serve him.

"So, the surprise you mentioned is a little Frederick with a capsule toy?"

Wuming thought about it and felt that the kindergarten in the port area would have new students.

"Yes, this will give Frederick something to do, so he won't always interrupt my plans!"

Speaking of Frederick the Great, Marco Polo became so angry that his teeth itched. This guy always acts like he is the hostess. He just came two days earlier. What's so arrogant about that? Look at other people's businesses. There is not so much drama!

"Uh, I think I understand."

Thinking about Bismarck's ugly face after she opened her mouth, she thought that in her eyes, she had completely become a villain... No, it should be said that she was a worse villain. The negative impression probably started when she was sure that Frederick the Great would not work for her. This time it only deepened the impression.

"Commander, don't look so sad. According to my calculations, we just need to carry out the trade step by step. The Royal and White Eagles, who have natural advantages, will be able to force the Iron Blood to continue trading with us. That Bismarck will also have to respectfully call me His Majesty Marco Polo!"

Wuming saw the Pope laughing excitedly and sighed silently without commenting.

This evil-minded guy is probably rotten from the inside out.

"Let's not talk about this, Commander. Speaking of which, even if you want to give out rings, there should be a sequence, right? I've helped you so much, can't you give them to me in advance?"

Marco Polo rolled his eyes and looked over with a mischievous look.

“Everything is the same.”

"I know."

Wuming had no choice but to wave at her, and the latter came over happily and watched Wuming take out an exquisite gift box from his pocket.

"I...I understand. I won't be so stupid as to give it to you directly."

Just as he was about to hand it over, he saw a plain hand reaching out. Marco Polo's eyes were shining with stars, and he waited for Wuming's action without blinking.

Wuming smiled, held her hand tightly, and gently put the ring on her. The slightly loose ring was firmly placed on Marco Polo's hand.

"Please give me more guidance in the future, Marco."

Chapter 1 Wife +

"Knock knock knock!"

Along with the knock on the door, there was also the sound of footsteps. Wuming looked up and, as expected, it was Belfast in a maid outfit. However, her usual sweet smile was no longer there, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her expression.

"Let's go, Master."

The head maid gave a cold voice that sounded like an order, which made Wuming's eyes jump and he subconsciously looked at the people around him.

"Hey, good afternoon, Befa."

As expected, as soon as the Pope saw the head maid coming, she couldn't wait to greet her warmly.

"By the way, if you are free later, could you help me? I have a lot of luggage, and it would be very tiring to move it by myself."

As he spoke, Marco Polo raised his left hand and muttered to himself seemingly casually.

There was already too much sunlight in the command room. Even though this was due to Wuming's special design, the light was mostly concentrated on his position. However, the Pope was already very close at this moment. As she moved, the ring refracted the sunlight and emitted a sparkling light, shining right on the head maid's face, making the latter's face look even more changeable.

"call......"

The head maid didn't say anything. She just pulled the white silk gloves on her hands and looked at Marco Polo without saying a word. However, the Pope was immersed in a strong sense of victory at this moment and didn't pay much attention to the head maid's slightly dark expression.

The last warning was obviously not enough to make Marco Polo calm down. In fact, she was more cunning than she thought. This performance, which was almost like stealing, was a very significant victory in her eyes. She was especially pleased to show off the spoils in front of Belfast.

"Master, Befa suddenly discovered that there is too much dust in the command room. If possible, can you go out for a while? I want to do a thorough cleaning here before moving."

The head maid grinned and spoke with a smile that looked very businesslike.

"Don't worry, it won't take long."

Wuming bared his teeth, looked at Marco Polo who was still unaware, and felt sincerely tired.

This guy is too easily carried away by success. It feels like if I stop him now, it will only delay the beating. What's more, she provoked him first, and Wuming has no confidence to plead for him.