Come and connect with me!

"You were timid, you didn't enjoy your time with me, and you didn't trust me."

"Of course, I didn't come here voluntarily, and this bet doesn't provide any protection for me. Given the current world situation, no one can restrict your behavior. This is just a bet based on your personal interests. Whether you abide by the rules of the game or not, it's not a good thing for me."

Bismarck's tone remained unchanged, her plump red lips were tightly pursed, expressing her dissatisfaction in the most rational way.

"I know, but you also took advantage of this and made sufficient psychological preparations, Bismarck. Even though you knew this, you still had enough self-esteem and tried to win a little insignificant reward with the weight I gave you. I don't think this idea is a good thing for the flagship of a camp."

Wuming sniffed the faint fragrance in the air and spoke softly.

"I know, but I can't always be so calm."

Bismarck said, lowering his head.

Wuming shook his head, looked at Bismarck's tired face, and gently loosened his hand.

"How about this, let's revise the content of the bet. If you don't like it, you don't have to get too close to me. Especially now, you look very tired. How about taking a nap on the sofa?"

Bismarck raised her head in surprise, looked at Wuming steadily, then stood up without hesitation, spread her legs, and sat on the sofa. After doing this, her expression relaxed a little.

"Oh, my heart is broken."

Wuming said something in a boastful manner.

"You have the right to regret at any time."

Bismarck said lightly, pretending to stand up.

"No need for that. It is precisely because I have this right that I can choose not to use it. I think I can definitely make you change your attitude and stop avoiding me."

Wuming smiled. He could see that Bismarck's expression changed several times while he was speaking, anger and shyness mixed with irritability and unwillingness to accept it.

"...You won't get what you want."

Bismarck was angry for a long time before he uttered this unthreatening remark.

"Thank you for your words. By the way, there are still twenty minutes left. You can take a break. I will call you when the time is up."

Wuming took one last look at the meat in the bowl, then swiped a light screen and talked to Adam on it.

Bismarck grinned, then glanced at the clock on the wall and leaned back on the sofa.

Look at the clock, look at Wuming, look at the monitor in your hand.

After several rounds of this cycle, Bismarck was a little tired, no, it should be said that he was even more tired.

At night, she was worried about whether Tirpitz would come over under the cover of darkness, so she would always look at him from time to time. This resulted in her not being in a good condition. The physique of the Rubik's Cube ship was top-notch among humans, and she had endless energy, but fatigue would accumulate. She had been tired not only since last night. When she was with Wuming, she was always on edge. At this moment, Wuming was not by her side, and the latter didn't even talk much, so she could only feel her eyelids getting heavier and heavier in this quiet room.

Finally, Bismarck placed the monitor next to her ear, leaned her head on the sofa, and slowly fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know why, but even though she was still wary of Wuming, after he said that, an inexplicable sense of trust made her body relax completely little by little.

"Half an hour!"

Bismarck suddenly heard a reminder, which made her open her eyes abruptly. She sat up straight and looked around with an alert face. Then she found that Wuming was facing away from her. His whispers were mixed in with the gurgling sound of pouring water.

"It's time. I've poured you some tea. If you're not afraid that I might do something to you, you can drink some."

Bismarck didn't say anything, but just rubbed her eyes silently. The short nap made her feel better. The sofa was not a suitable place to sleep, but the safe atmosphere did allow her to rest well.

She stood up, took the tea, sipped it in small sips, and then threw out a sentence without any context.

"Thank you."

Wuming raised his eyebrows.

"what?"

"...Ignore it if you didn't hear it."

Bismarck glanced at the clock, put down the teacup coldly, and walked out of the command room without any hesitation.

Wuming also held a cup of tea and watched her leave.

"Her attitude seems to have softened a bit."

Chapter 1168 New Guests

Bismarck paused after leaving the command room, pressed the corner of his eyes in annoyance, then turned his head and looked at the command room building. A window on the upper floor was open, where Wuming was. The window was empty at the moment, which made Bismarck frown even more.

She felt angry because her little rest was interrupted, but in a corner of her heart that she was unwilling to admit, Bismarck's anger had a subtle sour taste.

If he was not so accurate in grasping the time of the bet, she would be angry, but if Wuming was too accurate in giving the time of the bet, to the point that he was unwilling to stay even a second longer, she would not be happy either.

Bismarck shook his head and walked resolutely towards this dangerous place.

In addition to Wuming, the guy who was eyeing her covetously, she also had to consider a big imminent problem.

Tirpitz.

Although she always refutes Prince Eugen's statements and feels unhappy about the word "game", the outcome of this bet will not change. Iron Blood needs someone who can speak for them. If they want to become such a person, the only way at present is to maintain a close enough relationship with Wuming. At the same time, they also need to demonstrate their abilities to have the right to bargain. Bismarck, who strives for the prosperity of Iron Blood, will definitely become such a person.

Even if there was no bet, she would still work in this direction, or in other words, although the bet was absurd, it was not a bad thing in the long run.

But Tirpitz...

Bismarck bit his lip.

What kind of thoughts did she have when she came here?

Thinking of this, Bismarck tried to contact Tirpitz again, but as expected, he was refused to answer.

"Tirpitz..."

......

In the sea thousands of miles away from the port area.

A silver-haired woman raised her head as if she had sensed something and looked around silently.

The sea was calm, with no cargo ships or annoying sirens coming and going. In the clear sea beneath feet, the shadows of schools of fish flashed beneath the water.

Tirpitz pressed the brim of his hat, hiding his azure eyes in shadow.

After a short while, they would reach the coordinates of the port area, and that was where she would meet her sister.

Women's restricted area, x-cave, getting pregnant if walking into it, these strange and untrue legends have always been circulating in the Rubik's Cube ship. Her attitude towards this is to ignore it.

Anyway, most of the rumors, no matter how exaggerated, are not groundless. As far as she knows, this human commander has an extraordinary origin and has a fleet under his command that is capable of influencing the world situation. Apart from that, she doesn't care about this person's private life. The equipment provided by the port is very effective and can effectively enhance the power of the Iron Blood. This is enough. As for other things that have nothing to do with her, she really doesn't care.

It's just that the changes happened too fast.

Minato, who was originally a collaborator, suddenly turned into a big conspirator who wanted to swallow up the Sakura Empire and Iron Blood in one gulp. The Azur Lane Alliance, which should have been anxious and angry, also showed an ambiguous side in this matter. Bismarck and the other two even appeased the Iron Blood to a certain extent. This strange change made people feel uneasy.

Tirpitz didn't know the details. As the sister of the Iron Blood flagship, she received certain preferential treatment, but also had considerable restrictions. She was often in the most important and most needed positions, like a versatile and convenient part, silently following Bismarck's footsteps.

In addition to this convenience which is not a convenience, the so-called privilege is probably the ability to get in touch with some secrets that ordinary people would not know. She has a general understanding of the Sirens' interference in this world, the many major plans within Iron Blood, and even the research and development progress of various cutting-edge technologies.

With the Siren forces behind the scenes, the Iron Blood would never surrender to an unknown force without the Siren's permission. Therefore, the outline of the matter is very clear.

This port area must also be part of the Siren Project.

Bismarck owed a lot of debts to the Siren, which she also knew. And it was indeed Bismarck who deliberately delayed the progress. Judging from the Siren's cold temper, God knows what kind of torture Bismarck is going through now.

Tirpitz's eyes narrowed.

In the past, the most critical moment for Iron Blood was the confrontation with Azur Lane. Both sides were constantly chasing each other, and the laboratory was running day and night, trying to create a technology that could end the confrontation. But now that the Siren has walked out of the curtain, that small port area is the core of this world.

This time, I will face the difficulties together with Sister Bismarck, no matter what they are!

With his fists clenched, Tirpitz started the mass-produced ship under his feet at full power, shattering the calm sea surface into countless waves, leaving only the agitated schools of fish still swimming in the sea.

At the same time, in a distant port, a speedboat was also sailing away from the shore. The figure on the bow waved with a smile, and the black crown worn diagonally on her head swayed with her movements.

"Are there any local specialties you want? I'll bring them back for you."

"Take good care of yourself. Your safety is the best gift for me."

The people who were seeing them off on the shore looked worried and obviously did not approve of the sisters' actions.

"I will pay attention. No, on the contrary, my safety does not require special attention. That port has already swallowed up the Iron Bloods and the Sakura Empire. Judging from its strength alone, it is already the strongest faction at present. We can't just ignore it. I also want to meet that human commander."

Clemenceau smiled slightly, and the scarlet cloak behind him fluttered in the sea breeze.

"I also want to try to dig out his hidden secrets bit by bit, which will definitely be very interesting."

Richelieu on the shore shook his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke.

"My sister, do not project your contempt for humans onto Wuming. This is my final advice to you."

"Oh, how do you know? How is he better than those humans? Smarter? Or stronger?"

Clemenceau asked curiously.

Richelieu thought for a moment and then spoke.

"He has a group of cube ships that are loyal to him, and he has the power to flip the table if he senses something is wrong."

The archbishop who integrated the power of the entire Iris camp said so.

"Your plan had better fool everyone at the same time. Otherwise, you should just do your investigation work honestly."

Clemenceau's eyes twitched and a look of distress suddenly appeared on his face.

"That's a difficult thing to do. I suddenly lack confidence in this journey."

"Then stay. Iris needs you."

Richelieu said seriously.

Her younger sister, who was taller than her, raised her eyebrows and looked at her with interest.

"Then I refuse."

Without waiting for Richelieu to continue speaking, Clemenceau narrowed his narrow eyes and admired Richelieu's stunned expression.

"Obstacles are the only way to achieve the goal. If I can get the secret of how this human obtained so many magic cube ships, then there will be hope for the rise of Iris. Even if there are restrictions and it is not suitable for us, it is better to meet one step earlier than one step later. Alas, our Baal is really a fool. He has a good relationship with the people in the port area."

She picked up the scepter and tapped the deck gently. Suddenly, high waves surged up under the passenger ship, pushing the ship away from the coast.

"Wait for my good news, Richelieu!"

Chapter 1169 Bismarck: Let Me Go for Now

"So, even when you were standing in front of other people, no one noticed you?"

"Well, there were quite a few jokes because of what happened to me."

The great sage is dressed in white, and her voluptuous body makes the clothes bulge out. Different from the restraint shown by Tiancheng under the thick coat, this tall woman like a mountain elf, with fruits hanging on thin branches, has a good figure that amazes everyone. When she is in soul state, she designed her own appearance based on the three nobles she often comes into contact with. Then, with the passage of time, her self gradually solidified into this posture, and she reshaped her body with the technology of the port area, creating such a great sage with both beauty and sensuality.

"You can't do that now. Your body is made of solid material. If you want to spy openly, you have to wait until you learn how to open a hole in space."

Wuming said with a chuckle.

The state of the great sage in front of him was different from the last time they met, or in other words, every time they met, the impression of the great sage in Wuming's eyes would change.

The first time, he was a humble and obedient punching bag with a melancholy and uneasy look, burdened with self-blame and guilt, which was completely different from Tiancheng in his soul state.

The second time was a little more cheerful. When she was with Xiao Tiancheng, she seemed very relaxed and could temporarily forget all those troubles. Wuming received a big enough reward for his sympathetic invitation, and it seemed that he also gained the shy sincerity of the girl.

The third time, and this time, the situation was very different.

With all her worries gone and her body back, this restless sage became a new person. She came to Wuming of her own will and told him about her past and expressed her affection in a clumsy but sincere way.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind."

The great sage said this, stood up a little embarrassedly, and turned around in front of Wuming.

"Why, how is it?"

"what?"

"I mean, how am I?"

Wudan supported his chin with one hand and spoke in a serious tone.

"Very good, it just fits my aesthetic. You are very beautiful, great sage."

"Yes, yes..."

The great sage raised the corners of her lips slightly, and a feeling of joy filled her body and mind. This warm feeling made her feel a little unfamiliar, but almost at the same time, the great sage remembered that this joy was not far away. Just yesterday, the person in front of her had also warmed her heart. Now that she knew that he did not dislike her appearance, this joy made her want to laugh.

"call......"

I took a deep breath, hoping to cool my pounding heart.

"Thank you, Wuming."