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“Sniff…”

Cheshire began to smell the air again.

"How strange, dear. Cheshire could smell the black tea before, but now... sniff."

She said with a weird look on her face.

“The only thing left is that bitter taste.”

Wuming could only shrug his shoulders, indicating that he had no way to answer her question.

Why can't people get out as soon as the dock door is opened? Why is there fog? Why are special effects given according to the level of rarity? These are the unsolved mysteries of the port. When this happened for the first time, Wuming was confused, but now, this kind of thing has been repeated so many times that he will just accept it and regard it as the mechanism of the port system.

The smell in the mist became thicker, and voices began to resound. There were voices from both men and women, ranging from childish to old. They were all devout prayers overflowing from the hearts of believers, embodying a firm will that could not be ignored.

"Tap Tap!"

Footsteps sounded.

Different from the brisk footsteps of Cheshire, this kind of footsteps has the power of a soldier marching in step. Whether it is old-fashioned or disciplined, it gives people the feeling that the person coming must be very old-fashioned and unsympathetic.

As the visitor approached, the first thing to emerge from the mist was an ancient and heavy cross lance with gorgeous patterns engraved on it. From the tip of the lance to the edge of the shaft, it was all painted bright gold, sparkling in the sun. The lance was heavy, but in the visitor's hand it was as easy to use as an arm and as light as a leaf.

"This weapon...Louis IX?"

Although the person has not shown up yet, Wuming can already determine her identity.

"That voice, Commander?"

Just like Wuming, the visitor was also confident in identifying the person's identity beyond just looking at the face. Wuming just said a few words and she felt relieved.

"Phew, it seems that I was wise not to wait for the fog to clear."

She stepped out of the mist and stood up in the sunshine.

"commander."

Chapter 1158 Big commotion?

Louis IX, with gray hair, red eyes, and a tall stature, is a serious free iris ship, at least she is usually like that.

And Louis IX, who stood in front of Wuming, did not seem so cold. Her long silver-gray hair fluttered on her shoulders. The pure white dress expanded and stretched out on her upper body, then tightened at the waist. Then the tight dress outlined a breathtaking curve at the waist and hips. Large areas of white skin were exposed in the air, and the azure blue ribbons spread on her body like wisteria flowers clinging to it.

Her sturdy thighs were wrapped in translucent white stockings, leaving a shallow indentation on her plump thigh flesh. Louis IX pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by Wuming. Her arms wrapped in sleeves were crossed, making this strong female knight look a little weak. However, the heavy cross spear in her hand clearly showed that she was not as easy to deal with as she looked.

"commander?"

"Ah, Louis IX, I'm sorry, I was a little fascinated by it."

Wuming was also a little embarrassed, but unlike Louis IX who was embarrassed because he was not used to his gaze, he was just helpless because after going through so many battles, his resistance to women was still so low.

Sure enough, I still need to continue to adapt.

"Fascinated? Well, Commander, please don't treat me as a gorgeous vessel. I am a warrior. Although your praise makes me happy, please don't forget this."

The female knight in the white silk dress said so.

Wuming blinked without saying anything, but stretched out her other hand and made an inviting gesture to Louis IX. The latter hesitated for a moment and put the heavy cross gun behind him. The equipment that he never left behind disappeared into the air. Then, Louis IX bit his lip and gently placed his ring-wearing hand on Wuming's palm. The latter immediately clenched her hand. This impatient gesture made Louis IX visibly happy.

"Soldiers and wives are not mutually exclusive, Louis, and I hope you forget that, too."

One hand was a lively fake cat girl, and the other hand was a female knight with a beautiful face and a charming figure. Wuming looked around and had an illusion of reaching out into a fantasy world, but the touch in his hands was so real. The two ship girls who existed because of him also looked back at him with gentle expressions, which gradually slowed down his heartbeat.

"Ah."

Louis IX responded lightly. She looked around at the unfamiliar port area with doubts in her heart. She couldn't see clearly the strange fog outside. Wuming's attitude and everything around her were telling her that this world was a little different. But Wuming, the commander who built her personally, was still by her side, so the world she lived in had not changed.

"My dear, are there any other companions?"

Cheshire glanced at Louis IX with sparkling eyes. She was very interested in this plump female knight, who was obviously the old-fashioned type and the best target for her pranks.

"No, there are only two every day, and the unlocking is random. At present, there is no regularity to be found..."

Wuming paused, looking at the two ship girls who were both wearing blue and white clothes, silently pondering the relationship between color and probability in his mind. However, there were ship girls who returned on the same day with different clothes. So he could only remove the clothing color from the guess, leaving only the three big words "truly random".

"I haven't seen anyone like that, Yamato, do you know him?"

Musashi took in all of this from a distance. She didn't care much about appearance and figure. The Rubik's Cube ships were weapons in the shape of women, but they were far more beautiful than human women. There was no such thing as mediocre looks. With 100 as the upper limit, the average level was over 90. As for Wuming's philandering behavior, she had long regarded it as part of Wuming's character.

"I recognized the Liberty Iris and the Royal based on the faction icons, but I have no impression of the others. They are either hidden trump cards or simply planning ships."

Yamato whispered.

"I think so too."

Musashi smacked her lips. She felt a little bored when she didn't see another self.

Not long after, she saw Wuming leading his two new wives towards the bedroom, and she couldn't tell whether they were doing something or something important.

"Musashi."

"Ok?"

Just as he was watching Wuming's figure disappear into the distance, Musashi suddenly heard Yamato's voice.

"Bismarck."

Yamato paused and said with a strange expression.

"She looks a little panicked."

Musashi blinked and quickly turned his head to follow Yamato's gaze.

This tall blonde girl showed her panic for the first time. She walked around the outside of the port area, sometimes jogging, sometimes stopping dejectedly, but not for long. She would unwillingly jog again, her eyes always fixed on the bottom of the port area, as if looking for something.

Prince Eugen followed her slowly, with an expression on his face that was hard to tell whether it was gloating or happy, and also accompanied her to see the sea below the port.

"Go and see?"

Musashi nudged Yamato's arm with his arm.

"Anyway, we are a family now."

Yamato rolled his eyes at her and spoke.

"Even if we serve the same commander, we are not a family."

Musashi chuckled and reminded.

"You are the flagship of the Sakura Empire, Yamato, and so is she. You two will become a family sooner or later."

Yamato was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red and he cursed under his breath.

"Why didn't I realize before that you were so annoying?"

"Just tell me whether you're going or not. I'm going to join in the fun anyway."

Yamato's expression froze, she opened her mouth, and then nodded heavily.

"Look!"

At this time, Bismarck was also getting anxious.

"Eugen, have you contacted Tirpitz?"

"You asked me this three times in one minute. Now it's the fourth time. I still say the same thing: she didn't answer my call."

Prince Eugen stood with his hands behind his back, poking his head out with a perfunctory look on his face, pretending to be very serious about doing things.

"Huh, she didn't answer my call either. Damn it. What if she comes?"

Bismarck was in a state of panic. The thought that Tirpitz might know about the ridiculous bet made her feel uncomfortable all over, and even had a tingling sensation on her scalp.

"Then tell her the truth. What else can you do? You have to know that no matter what the outcome of this joke is, the marriage is inevitable. You can't avoid it. Tirpitz can also think of this. You are still too nervous."

Prince Eugen said slowly.

"No, I'm not worried about that..."

Bismarck pursed his lips.

I was worried that if she came over to take a peek out of curiosity about the execution of the bet...

Bismarck broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of Tirpitz's stubborn and single-minded character.

She might cause a big noise!

Chapter 2 Feeding*

The dining hall in the port area.

"Honey!"

Wuming hummed softly, then opened his mouth to allow the fruit handed to him to enter his mouth.

Cheshire had already changed out of her beautiful but inconvenient dress and put on the casual clothes given to her by Hood as a friendly gift - a linen dress. This restless fake cat also changed her hairstyle, simply tying up her long hair into a single ponytail. After following Wuming from his residence to the cafeteria, he excitedly plunged into the kitchen.

"Oh, so sweet."

Wuming said in a vague tone.

"Hehe, Cheshire knew my dear would like it."

Louis IX looked sideways, staring at the food on his plate with a little embarrassment.

Compared to his scheming companions, Louis IX's plate was filled with bread, steaks and seasonal vegetables, which did not look like the kind of food that could be used to show off his romance.

"Louis?"

Wuming called out softly, and Louis IX was stunned for a moment before raising his head.

"commander?"

"Isn't it to your taste?"

Wuming looked at Louis IX staring at the bread and asked a little worriedly.

Chinese food is Yixian's forte. The seasoning and cooking time are always just right. Even people who are not too fond of her cooking skills will not object to picking up a piece of cake and putting it in front of their mouths when they are greedy. However, Western food such as bread always seems to lack some flavor. It is still delicious, but it can't shine.

"Do not."

Louis IX pursed his lips and glanced at Cheshire from the corner of his eye. The latter was now forking a piece of watermelon with his fork and stuffing it into Wuming's mouth.

"fine."

Wuming raised his eyebrows and suddenly spoke.

"By the way, Louis, can I have a taste of your meal? It looks so delicious."

"Me, mine?"

Louis IX raised his hand slightly, then nodded gently, carefully cut the bread, clumsily strung the three foods together, and then handed it to Wuming.

“Chew chew chew…delicious!”

Wuming opened his eyes wide in satisfaction and spoke in an exaggerated tone.

"Maybe it's because of Louis, it always tastes extra delicious."

Louis IX lowered his head a little embarrassedly, and his silver-gray hair was shyly pushed behind his ears, causing his white earlobes to turn slightly red.

"Well, as long as you like it."

After a pause, Louis IX hurriedly continued to divide the bread and looked at Wuming attentively.

"If you like it, eat more."

The upright female knight raised her lips and her scarlet eyes lit up. Only Wuming looked at the large piece of carbon water with his eyes twitching.

The knight’s wife is so stupid, she will suffer in the future.

Cheshire couldn't be left out either, and she was no less jealous. When she saw Louis IX feeding him a large piece of meat on a fork, she angrily picked up a large piece of melon and threw it at him...

Bismarck, who was far away, saw this scene and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Are you so happy?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen placed the plate next to her and teased.

"This guy has been playing tricks on me. I didn't expect that I would have the chance to see him get humiliated. Can't you allow me to be happy for a while?"

Hu Teng followed closely. Upon hearing this, the tall, cold-tempered girl also smiled the same smile as Bismarck, especially when she saw Wuming with a bitter face and had to open his mouth wide to let the two newly returned wives feed him at the same time, which made his whole mouth bulge, which made her smile even more.