Come and connect with me!

Prince Eugen tilted his head and looked at Yixian in confusion. The latter smiled and handed her the lunch box on the table.

"You didn't seem to have eaten anything for lunch, so I prepared some food for you according to the taste of another Eugen. Although I could ask the barbarians to make it, I think handmade food is more, well, humane."

Prince Eugen's expression changed, and she looked a little surprised, but she did not hesitate for long, and readily accepted this humane dish.

"Thank you very much. Next time I will give you my own stew."

"Well, I will look forward to it."

Yixian smiled slightly, carried a small bag on her arm, and walked out of the cafeteria in a refreshed manner. Except for the moment when she was cooking herself, this graceful and elegant cook always gave people a cold and aloof temperament, as if she was out of touch with the world.

Hu Teng looked at Yixian's back until it completely disappeared, then he spoke thoughtfully.

"I have heard of the name Yixian, but I am not familiar with him. Now it seems that he is a nice person."

"Come on, maybe they're just treating us as a reserve harem. I heard that the companies in this port area have also cooked. Have you seen what dishes the company in White Eagle has cooked?"

Prince Eugen tiptoed, sat down on the dining table, and held the lunch box in his hand.

"Ha, the reserve."

Hu Teng smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned around and asked.

"Then are you going to throw away the food she gave you?"

"Of course not. If it tastes bad, throw it away."

Prince Eugen sniffed the lunch box, opened the lid and let out a small cheer.

"It smells good. I guess I can't just give her a casual return gift. Um, Ulrich, do you want some?"

The two newly joined iron-blooded ship girls were still sharing this humane lunch box. In the command room, Wuming could only watch Bismarck close the door of the command room with a serious face, then turned around and looked at him with a stern face.

"I think we should have a good talk."

"About Tirpitz?"

"Only part of it."

Bismarck still seemed a little uncomfortable with the changes around him. His posture was straight and his tone was clear and powerful. In addition, when it came to Tirpitz, the sister who was called clumsy by others, it seemed as if she had returned to the past at this moment and turned back into the decisive iron-blooded flagship.

"Before we talk about Tirpitz, let's talk about business first."

She pursed her lips, and for the first time seemed a little reluctant to talk about business.

"Please say."

"After you announced this, you should have immediately issued new instructions to the Iron Blood. Otherwise, the remaining Iron Blood ships will be very passive when facing other factions."

Wuming looked at Bismarck in surprise and asked curiously.

"Didn't you say that Eugen is already the flagship?"

Bismarck took a deep breath, and Wuming could see that the former Tiexue, who was dressed in casual clothes, clenched his fists and spoke softly.

"Isn't she dead?"

"Well, indeed."

Wuming looked at Bismarck for a while, and after making sure that she was not joking, he suppressed his laughter.

"If you need, I can go and bring Eugen back to life and let her talk to you."

"No need. It doesn't really matter who the flagship is. Besides, I'm pretty relaxed here. The distinction between superiors and subordinates isn't that clear. You don't need to worry too much about it."

Seeing that Bismarck was about to turn around and really grab Prince Eugen, Wuming could only interrupt him.

"As for the Iron Blood side, I plan to keep my troops on hold for now and follow the original procedures. I will deal with it after all the camps are under control."

Wuming doesn't think highly of Iron Blood's resources. As for the technology, most of it is only of reference value for finding missing pieces and filling in gaps. The beautiful girls and the like all hold important positions. If they all come to have a party, Iron Blood will immediately be in chaos, and God knows how many people will die. Therefore, Wuming has never thought of mobilizing Iron Blood's ships.

"I understand. So what are Hu Teng and I going to do after we have adjusted the ship's equipment?"

Bismarck didn't look surprised. Judging from Wuming's appetite, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would care about such a small place as the Iron Blood Homeland.

"Well, if you can adapt to the new ships quickly, then you will go to the new world first. Of course, it won't be just you. If it's slower, you may team up with ships from other camps in this world. The place I give you to work is the new world to clean up the out-of-control creations until the subsequent construction team completes the construction of the resource collection point. This will be a long-term activity."

Dealing with ten out-of-control test sites in a hundred years sounds difficult, but this is based on human physical strength and mobility. The Rubik's Cube ship can circle the planet once a day and can quickly reach any area. If it really bombards it inch by inch, the planet itself can be turned into scorched earth in a few years. But whether it is Wuming or Siren, what is needed are people who can do delicate work, so they will give a task limit of ten planets in a hundred years.

Bismarck nodded slowly, then let out a long sigh and his eyes turned cold.

"Then, next, it's Tirpitz's business."

Chapter 1096 Sisters丼の作り方

In the command room, Wuming looked at Bismarck, whose expression changed, and spoke when she was at her most powerful.

"Do you understand Tirpitz?"

"I...cough!"

Bismarck, who had already prepared himself mentally and was about to open his mouth to exert pressure, was choked by Wuming's words and even coughed dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"Just saying that, Bismarck, how do you feel about Tirpitz?"

Wuming looked at Bismarck outside the desk with amusement. Bismarck seemed very embarrassed when his questioning was interrupted, and his straight back unconsciously relaxed a little.

"I am very busy every day, so I feel that I give her very little time."

In this world, the power of the Rubik's Cube ships is very strong, which is a good thing for others, but not necessarily for Tirpitz. Being strong means not needing helpers. In other words, it means being alone.

Sometimes she guards the north, across the sea from another hostile Rubik's Cube ship with a clear location. When she rotates back, she also needs to stay in the place where secrets need to be kept the most and serve as a guard.

This kind of job was not good. She ate alone, rested alone, and then stared at the sea alone. The long silence made her become more and more indifferent. Even if she wanted to chat with her partner for a while, it was quite difficult to do so considering the strength of the Iron Blood camp and even the situation in the world. When Bismarck thought of this sister after dealing with many official duties, it seemed too late. Those cold Iron Blood ships that were already in the mouths of ships from other camps also called her sister the "Lonely Queen".

He always ate, traveled, and went on missions alone, and he was taciturn and had a cold expression. He also rarely saw her in years. The only person who could be considered a friend was Prince Eugen. Apart from him, there was probably no one else in Tirpitz's address book.

But Prince Eugen did not have much free time. Unlike Tirpitz, she not only had a lot of things to do, but also had many enemies and even more friends. Bismarck sometimes wondered whether Tirpitz liked to eat baked cookies, or because Prince Eugen was good at making them and liked to give them to others, so Tirpitz, who received the gift, liked this snack?

"She needs your attention, Bismarck."

Wuming crossed his hands, resting them on his chin, and stared straight at Bismarck's waist - it would be too obscene to look up.

"This has nothing to do with the topic I want to talk about..."

"No, it does matter, and it matters a lot."

Wuming could sense Bismarck's unprecedented weakness and happy expression. She seemed more popular than before when she was aggressive. And conquering a strong and beautiful woman is a powerful temptation that men cannot refuse.

"You may still be thinking in the past, but I want to tell you that when the Iron Blood is incorporated into the port area, and even later, when all factions are under the port area, your lifestyle will change dramatically. At that time, in addition to the routine patrols overseas, many missions will be cancelled, including Tirpitz's mission."

Tirpitz's current tasks are to guard the [Decisive Battle Plan] laboratory and clamp another Rubik's Cube ship. When the former is conquered in the port area, she will no longer need to do this. As for the other task, if the whole world becomes a friendly force, the clamping will of course be invalid.

"At that time, Tirpitz can certainly go out of the house and make friends with anyone, but before that, you should try to re-establish a normal sisterly relationship with Tirpitz..."

Bismarck looked at Wuming who was saying this, lowered his head slightly, and a shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

"That's enough. This is a matter between me and her. I don't need you to teach me. And I won't let Tirpitz fall into your hands!"

"Well, Bismarck, can you tell me about your next plan? I always feel that when you talked to me about private matters, you seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid two people, one is yourself, and the other is Eugen. I am very curious about your current thoughts."

Wuming shrugged and asked curiously.

"......"

Bismarck was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at the tightly closed door.

"I've talked to Eugen. She thinks you're great and is also surprised why another girl would want to be with you. With her ability to act and your... your willingness to accept anyone who comes, I think I'll soon see her get the ring you gave her."

"It's not that I accept everyone who comes. If it doesn't look good, I don't want it."

Wuming said confidently.

"......As for me, although Eugen is indeed the current flagship of Iron Blood, the time is too short, and I am still alive. In the short term, probably everyone will still regard me as the flagship of Iron Blood. This is unavoidable. So in order to allow you to take over Iron Blood faster, reduce resistance, and at the same time allow Iron Blood to obtain more resources, you, you can do whatever you want to me."

Although it was not the first time she said such words, Bismarck would not feel good no matter how many times she said it. She bit her lip, and the humiliation and shame in her heart surged up. In addition to herself, she also vaguely felt that Prince Eugen's words might have similar considerations in it. If Wuming was single, and she knew that her other self chose him, then this set of words would be in line with her character. Now, no matter how outstanding Wuming is, for Prince Eugen, his attraction is far less than the resentment brought about by his harem.

Two generations of flagships, two good friends who have been together for a long time, but for one reason or another, they need to commit themselves to a human being. This sense of humiliation can drive Bismarck crazy. If you add the setting that there is a Siren behind this guy, this feeling will be multiplied by ten!

"Oh~"

Wuming made a villain voice.

"Do you know how many times stronger the ship equipment I gave you is than your own?"

"do not know."

Bismarck looked at Wuming waving at her. She pursed her lips and paused, but still walked over. Then, at the latter's gesture, she slowly sat on his lap.

"It is inestimable, because this is an ultra-rare item that Iron Blood can only obtain after decades of research. Eugen's is slightly inferior, but it is still ten times stronger than the current one. Hutten needs a super ship suit that can exert the power of a legendary ship, and this kind of ship suit is very expensive."

"..."

Wuming hugged the iron-blooded leader who could break the iron-blooded meta's defense just by saying his name. He could feel Bismarck's taut skin with his palm.

"Next, I will gradually equip the Iron Blood ships with better equipment. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the fact that the other you is my wife, the other Huten, and the other Prince Eugen have a close relationship with me, no one would be willing to do this kind of business."

Wuming sniffed the scent of Bismarck. Her stature was so tall that Wuming's breath could smell the collarbone of this iron-blooded flagship.

"I know...but this is another world, another story of mine, and I've made use of that, so I won't deny you anything you ask for."

Bismarck closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then opened them tremblingly and looked into Wuming's eyes.

Afraid, yet having to appear fearless, Bismarck's golden hair was disheveled, no longer as meticulous as before, her deep blue eyes flickered slightly, the severe sharpness was gone, her thin red lips were pale, making her temperament change from a dangerous beast to a docile cat, and she didn't even know how delicious she looked at this moment.

Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out his hand and held Bismarck's hand tightly.

"What if I want Tirpitz?"

"no!"

Bismarck glared at Wuming, and his ferocious look made him unable to help but smile knowingly.

"I told you, you don't understand Tirpitz."

Even with such a beautiful woman in his arms, Wuming still felt it was not enough and was still thinking about her sister.

"She wants to help you and has always been respectful to you. In other words, no matter what you do, she will think it is the best solution to the problem. I don't even need to speak directly, and Tirpitz will not escape from my palm. Oh, by the way, it's not just Tirpitz who respects you."

Wuming whispered in Bismarck's ear. This blonde girl, who was as calm and rational as steel, collapsed weakly in his arms after hearing these words.

"So, do you want to make a bet with me?"

Wuming raised the corners of his mouth.

"If we win, Tirpitz won't have to come."

Chapter 1097 Bismarck's Strange Gamble

"How much longer?"

"Seventeen minutes."

"..."

Ten minutes later, the door of the command room opened, and Bismarck walked out with his lips pursed, walking in the corridor without saying a word.

Her footsteps were crisp, and occasionally a few little yellow chickens walked silently past Bismarck carrying various things. Finally, Bismarck slowly stopped, raised her head, and looked at the dense trees above. The mottled light cast by the branches and leaves fell on her, but she did not feel any warmth at all.

There are three bets.

First, Bismarck must spend thirty minutes with Wuming every day, hugging and holding hands, just to cultivate their relationship.

Secondly, Tirpitz, Wuming will not approach her on his own initiative, but at the same time he must also help Bismarck with advice so that she can have a good relationship with Tirpitz.

Third, in addition to meeting the first requirement, Wuming will not touch her actively, and promises to give Iron Blood fair treatment, allowing Iron Blood ships to stand on the same starting line with White Eagle and Royal ships.

The duration is three months. After three months, if Bismarck is still repulsive to him, then the first rule will be invalidated and she can continue to be her Bismarck instead of an unknown lady in the port area.

As for her bet?

Unfortunately, the iron-blooded flagship named Bismarck has nothing left to lose.

“He’s very confident.”

If Wuming was so eager to eat, Bismarck would be relieved, because it meant that the commander of the port was just coveting her body, and all she needed to give him was just this. But now his steady behavior clearly showed that he was not going to stop there, which made Bismarck, a new recruit in the emotional battlefield, a little uneasy.

She sighed, lowered her head, and looked at her plain white palms. When they were in the command room, Wuming just put his arm around her waist, and spread his fingers around her palm, interlocking his fingers with Bismarck's. This kind of intimate gesture always makes people imagine a lot. Bismarck felt that he was already meat on the chopping board, waiting for the moment when the kitchen knife would come down. He even had an unprecedented hope to move on to the next step as soon as possible, so that he could consider what to do next.

However, this joking bet was kept very well. Wuming chatted with her on the one hand, and looked at the documents attentively on the other. Apart from the intimate actions, nothing happened to her.

But this is also bad. In the first ten minutes, Bismarck prayed that Wuming would hurry up and end this shitty bet. She was not averse to the price that a loser should pay. In other words, the only thing she was averse to was the fact that her sister Tirpitz and Prince Eugen also had to pay for it. If it was just her, then she would have the corresponding awareness.