Come and connect with me!

"..."

"Um, if you can, can you say something?"

Prince Eugen looked around awkwardly and found that there were only a few little yellow chickens with nothing to do, staring at him with their small black bean-sized eyes. The ship girls in the port area, on the contrary, were all very calm.

"...Why did you leave Iron Blood?"

"I have no obligation to explain it to you."

The two sisters spoke at the same time.

"What about you? Why did you come here?"

Tirpitz adjusted the brim of his hat and responded with the same words.

"I have no obligation to explain it to you."

Bismarck narrowed his eyes, puzzled by Tirpitz's behavior at the moment.

"Then go back, you are not needed here."

"You have no right to order me around. You are not the flagship of Iron Blood right now."

Bismarck looked silently at Prince Eugen, who pretended to cough twice.

"Please allow me to introduce myself to you, Tirpitz. I have been promoted and I am now the flagship of the Iron Blood."

The best way to flatter someone is of course to be flattered by others, but Bismarck is not in the mood now, and Hutten is not here. Prince Eugen knows the effect of self-boasting. After all, not everyone can carry a loyal younger brother who will lift up his armband at a critical moment, shocking passers-by and making them shout that you are the legendary xxx.

"Hasn't Iron Blood been incorporated into Minato now?"

Without waiting for Prince Eugen and Bismarck to speak, Tirpitz continued.

"I want to see the real boss, the commander of the port area."

Chapter 1171: Shortage of Rooms in Port Area

"stare......."

Wuming silently picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea to hide the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at by the visitor.

"I said, you've been looking at me for several minutes. If you're done, remember to tell me."

"..."

A moment ago, this uninvited guest from the port area walked into the command room with firm steps, followed by Bismarck and Prince Eugen, but she ignored him and even knocked on the door politely.

"Commander, did you deceive her feelings?"

The new great sage was much more naughty than before. In front of the person concerned, he leaned close to Wuming's ear and whispered something. For the Rubik's Cube ship, this was no different from shouting with a loud speaker.

"Absolutely not!"

Wuming denied it with a dark face.

"Oh."

The great sage blinked, then turned around and sat on the sofa obediently.

The arrival of Tirpitz did not affect Wuming herself. Instead, the great sage seemed a little embarrassed. She sat obediently on the sofa, staring at Tirpitz with wide eyes, instead of going to Wuming and hanging her whole body on him as she did when there were no outsiders around.

Without the Great Sage's voice, the command room suddenly became quiet. Wuming picked up the document and started flipping through it. The two people outside the door pretended they didn't exist and peeked inside openly. The Great Sage looked left and right, looking at Tirpitz restlessly.

"...I want to know what Bismarck paid to make up for the breach of contract?"

Wuming was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes. Tirpitz crossed his arms and spoke in an unexpectedly calm tone.

"The account has been settled. She doesn't need to pay anything extra."

Wuming replied immediately.

"Even if she broke her promise to you?"

"So she is no longer the flagship of Iron Blood, but a subordinate of the port area, the entire Iron Blood, of course including you. From now on, you will take on corresponding tasks according to my needs. If losing all this is not considered a punishment, then she really didn't pay anything extra."

Wuming began to understand what Tirpitz meant.

When she remained silent, Wuming had many guesses, but as soon as Tirpitz spoke, things became simple.

Tirpitz turned his head silently and looked at Bismarck, who nodded seriously.

"Well, so now Iron Blood and Minato are one family, Tirpitz, and Minato is also upgrading the equipment for Iron Blood. I think it won't be long before everyone's abilities will be improved to a higher level, which is also a good thing."

Prince Eugen said this outside the door.

Losing autonomy is certainly terrible, but compared to being eaten by the seafood monster Tutu, this result is certainly acceptable. In this world, strength comes first. People follow the rules because they have to. Now that the gap between the strong and the weak is huge and they cannot win even if they try their best, it is certainly unwise to give up their lives.

"Is that so?"

Tirpitz said in a low voice, his eyes turned and looked at Wuming, who shrugged.

"I see. Can I stay?"

"no!"

Wuming looked outside the door. After Bismarck finished shouting, he suddenly covered his mouth and slowly shook his head at Wuming.

"What are you staying for?"

The cold and beautiful girl in front of him was like the profile of Bismarck, with an indifferent yet stubborn temperament. However, Wuming dared to bet that after this piece of ice melted, the inside would be sweet. However, since he had already promised Bismarck, he certainly would not deliberately break his promise.

"..."

Perhaps because he hadn't thought of what to say yet, Tirpitz was visibly stunned.

"I have no reason to stay."

"I see. Then you..."

"I haven't seen Bismarck for a long time. If possible, I would like to rest here for a while. Is that ok?"

Wuming's expression froze, and then he looked at Bismarck. The latter was about to say something when he saw Tirpitz looking at him with a dim gaze. This silent gaze made Bismarck's eyes jump.

"...What are you looking at me for?"

"nothing."

Tirpitz turned his head again and looked at Wuming.

With this action, he knew that he could no longer wink too obviously.

"No, my place is, um, crowded and there's no place for you to stay, so I'm afraid I can't..."

"I can live with Bismarck."

Tirpitz said without hesitation.

The atmosphere in the command room was slightly restless.

"If she doesn't agree, Eugen..."

"Well, as for me, the room is actually very small, probably only big enough for me to lie down."

Prince Eugen looked a little embarrassed. Bismarck's eyes were scary, but the other one also looked particularly stubborn. This kind of dilemma was what she least wanted to encounter.

Tirpitz pursed her lips. This feeling of being unwelcome was very unpleasant, but it actually confirmed her guess that her sister, Bismarck, did have a secret that was not convenient for her to know.

"Are there not enough rooms in Minato?"

The great sage asked quietly.

Wuming wanted to say something but stopped himself, and then he felt several gazes on him.

He winked at the great sage, signaling her to wait a moment.

"Then, can I move in with you?"

The next second, the great sage looked over a little embarrassedly.

"Of course... No, isn't this a bit too fast?"

Wuming was about to agree, but he subconsciously retorted.

"But there's no place to live in the harbor."

The great sage muttered quietly.

"That can't be helped..."

Tirpitz clenched his five fingers silently, his eyes drooped, and for a moment he could not think of any way to stay. This time he came here secretly, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he couldn't do it now, it would be even more difficult to find out later.

"Ms. Bismarck, and Miss Eugen, what do you want?"

Suddenly a cheerful voice came from outside the door.

Wuming's eyebrows jumped, something was wrong.

Bismarck's originally contemptuous expression also changed.

"Soviet Russia?"

"Just call me Rosia."

Soviet Rossiya waved at her cheerfully.

"Are you guys queuing? Then I'll just stand behind Miss Eugen. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not busy."

This carefree Northern Alliance ship girl has not yet realized the weird atmosphere here.

"Ms. Luo, Miss Luoxia."

Although she was not used to speaking, Tirpitz vaguely saw the key to breaking the deadlock. Being alone for a long time made her not very good at communicating with strangers, but in order to stay, this small problem could be overcome.

"Hmm? Tirpitz, long time no see. What's wrong? You look troubled?"

Soviet Rossiya asked, a little confused.

"I was wondering, are there any vacancies in Minato?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

"Yes, everywhere."

Soviet Rossiya said this as Bismarck and Wuming's faces turned dark at the same time.

Chapter 1172: The moon is above the willow trees?

"Hey, Comrade Commander, why do you look so sad?"

Soviet Rossiya asked doubtfully.

"It looks like a huge loss of money."

Wuming's mouth twitched and he raised his head weakly. Beside him was the great sage who was covering his mouth and laughing.

"You don't know what I've missed?"

"Ok?"

Soviet Rossiya scratched his head and turned a questioning look to the Great Sage.

"Yunxian, do you know?"

"Hey, Yunxian or something, I haven't chosen a [God Name] yet."

The great sage muttered a little embarrassedly.

The cube ships of Sakura Empire have their own special features that are different from those of other factions. They draw materials from local myths and legends, and call themselves gods in order to gain the blessing of the faith of the entire Sakura Empire. Of course, they have been cultivated early on to have powerful divine names. The original great sage is not among them, but when she thinks that everyone in the port area calls herself that, then according to the result, it seems quite good for her to become [Yunxian], and it just so happens that no one has inherited the name [Yunxian].

"So, I still have to call you the Great Sage?"

"Well, I have to work harder, though."

The great sage glanced at Wuming quietly and encouraged himself silently.

Although the future is ever-changing, she has made up her mind that she wants to stay by his side forever, in the way he likes.

"It looks so complicated. I still prefer the straightforward approach."

Soviet Rossiya shook his head and continued to ask.

"By the way, what's going on with those three guys from Iron Blood? Bismarck looks like he wants to kill me."

After hearing what she said, Bismarck immediately turned around and left without any hesitation. Tirpitz also said a simple goodbye and hurriedly followed him.