Come and connect with me!

"She didn't want Tirpitz to stay, so she asked the commander if there was a place for them to stay."

"Oh I got it."

Soviet Rossiya nodded, understanding it.

"Then why is Comrade Commander so unhappy?"

The relationship between Bismarck and her sister was actually quite awkward, and she was aware of this. If Wuming hadn't helped to reconcile them, their relationship might still be twisted.

"Well, I mean, if there's no vacant room, I can live with him..."

The great sage lowered his head a little embarrassedly and spoke while circling his fingers.

"Tsk, no wonder."

Soviet Rossiya snorted.

"But even if that's the case, you can't cut in line. At least you have to wait for Comrade Commander to give you this!"

Having said this, the Northern Alliance's ship girl raised her hand to show off, and on her left ring finger, there was a sparkling ring.

"Here, this is it."

"oh oh."

The great sage nodded in confusion.

Wuming covered his face silently while listening to the two people talking. Everyone has a ring, but his residence cannot be big enough to fit everyone in, so he is distributing rings while expanding the room. Now the bedroom is more than twice as big as it was at the beginning.

It seems that the harem, especially the real harem, will eventually become a student dormitory. When you think about it this way, the happiest time for most people may really be the time they spend in the dormitory when they are studying.

The great sage seemed to have sensed something, and looking at the unhappy Wuming, she couldn't help laughing. She walked to Wuming, leaned down, and gave him a light kiss on the face.

"Please don't be sad, Commander. If you really want to, I can try to sneak away."

With a blush on his face, the great sage said shyly.

"Hmmmm?"

Wuming's spirits perked up, but before he could say anything, he felt his head sink. Soviet Rossiya was lying behind him, pressing his head with his natural armor.

"Don't be so obvious, Comrade Commander. Didn't I feed you enough?"

She stared at Wuming with unfriendly eyes and strangled Wuming's neck with her arms.

"I'm full, I'm full. What I mean is that no matter how much you say, it's not enough."

"Humph."

Soviet Rossiya then let go of his hand contentedly, and at the same time kissed Wuming hard on the cheek, but then complained.

"Comrade Commander, you are getting better and better at talking. Don't let me catch you using the same rhetoric on other girls."

"Ahahaha, I'll try my best."

Wuming smiled awkwardly, opened his arms, and hugged this Northern Alliance ship girl who sometimes seemed a little rude.

"So, you came to me just to see if I cheated?"

"It's not just this..."

Soviet Rossiya rubbed against his arms and spoke slowly.

"I have convinced the Northern Alliance of this world. They will send people here soon. As long as the commander can make it clear that our intention is to bring peace to this world, then everyone will be able to understand each other... probably."

At this point, Soviet Russia seemed a little depressed.

“I hope there will be less conflicts by then.”

Although the Northern Union is also a member of Azur Lane, this camp spends most of its time digging deep into the many technological relics under the ice field and quietly developing technology. Compared with the glorious White Eagle and Royal, it is extremely low-key. However, low-key does not mean weak. Long-term living in harsh environment has also created the ice-like will of the Northern Union ships. It is conceivable how difficult it is to bring the Northern Union together in a peaceful way.

"Yes, as long as we show enough strength, the Northern Alliance's ships will not do anything too reckless."

Wuming said in a gentle and comforting voice.

The disparity in power will shatter all obstacles. Wuming is no longer the person who worries about the power of the major camps in this world. He has too many cards to play. He only needs to show a little bit of them, and the Northern Alliance will not be impossible to control.

He looked at the great sage who was at a loss beside him, waved to her, and embraced the plump big sister in his arms.

"In this world alone, my port is invincible."

Wuming said so.

"Well......"

Soviet Rossiya suddenly snorted, his eyes wandering, and happened to meet the great sage's face, who was also blushing. Both of them turned their eyes away shyly.

......

The dormitory area in the port area.

"This is where I live."

Bismarck pointed to the individual buildings around him.

"If the house number is red, it means no one lives there. If it's green, it means someone lives there. Pick one for yourself."

Tirpitz behind her looked at Bismarck, pursed his lips, and suddenly gave her a big hug. Then, in Bismarck's stunned expression, he walked towards a small building next to her, opened the door with a click, and walked in.

"She came after all. Well, it seems that the relationship between you sisters is better than I thought."

"What are you doing here...really?"

Prince Eugen's sigh made Bismarck's already irritable expression even more distressed.

"She's acting this way because she cares about you. Of course, you both have the same personality. Um, I have a suggestion. Do you want to take this opportunity to have a good talk with her?"

"...I will, if the time comes."

Bismarck said in a tired tone.

She looked at the small building next to her with its door closed, and sent a message to Wuming in the air.

[This afternoon, we continue to execute the bet]

Rubbing his eyes, Bismarck turned and walked into his own cabin.

In Tirpitz's cabin, the silver-haired woman was silently looking at the pocket screen in her hand, which contained the message that Bismarck sent to Wuming.

Afternoon?

Chapter 1173: Local Specialties from the Purifiers

"Are you really not going to stay for a while?"

"No, your body has been completely recovered, so I should go back. Although, due to regulations, I cannot give you the design drawings of the second-type ship equipment, but if you use ordinary ship equipment now, the power will be significantly improved. Congratulations, Yorktown, you are now the best expert of White Eagle."

In the White Eagle Port, Yorktown, who had recovered her health, looked reluctant. Seeing this new friend who was exactly like her old friend was about to leave, she felt a little sad.

"I don't really care about being the best master. As long as I can move freely and Enterprise doesn't have to worry about me, this is the best outcome for me."

The female kitchen god in front of her was not from this world, so the Type 2 ship suit she mentioned must theoretically be extremely powerful. However, due to long-term illness, Yorktown's desire for power was not strong. When she stepped out of the room that she could only leave with the help of machines in the past, she was naturally full of gratitude to the female kitchen god.

"Don't thank me too much. After all, it was Enterprise, no, not just one Enterprise, but two Enterprises, as well as you, and the Commander who pushed me to come and treat you. Especially Enterprise... um, it was Enterprise on your side. She must have made a great decision to choose to ask for help from the port area."

The goddess of the kitchen winked at York with a mischievous look on her face.

"The Enterprise kid?"

Yorktown asked a little worriedly.

"Did she pay a heavy price?"

She lowered her head and looked at her energetic body, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

"No, the commander won't negotiate on this matter."

When in the port area, the female kitchen god always liked to tease Wuming, but after leaving the port area, she would still stand by her commander, or at least be willing to say nice things.

"Nameless?"

Yorktown whispered the name, his eyes showing some hesitation.

"To be honest, I'm a little overwhelmed now. I suddenly have a husband whom I've never met..."

Yorktown, who already had a melancholy temperament, spoke these words in a low voice, inexplicably giving people a sense of déjà vu of a widow.

"I'm still a little uncomfortable with this. Or, based on the history you know, would I still be so shameless as to fight for my brother-in-law when I know that Wuming is with that kid from Enterprise?"

She felt a little embarrassed by her own words.

"This is too strange."

"Uh, I don't know about that, haha."

The female kitchen god's eyes were wandering.

White Eagle's company should be aware of this, but looking at Yorktown's innocent appearance, I'm afraid he can't imagine a more exciting situation besides competing with his sister for his brother-in-law.

Upon hearing this, York City immediately realized that something was wrong. The female kitchen god in front of him might know something that he was unlikely to accept.

"Well, I'll go ask the company then."

It is indeed touching that he would not use his own safety as a bargaining chip, but why, why did a playboy say such a thing...

York City felt uneasy for no reason when thinking about how much the company valued its health.

"Let's not talk about these unhappy things, York City. I'm leaving soon. As for you, the damage on the Rubik's Cube has been completely repaired. If you exercise more often, there will be no problem. If everything goes well... let's not talk about these. Anyway, next time we meet, I hope you can be more cheerful and don't frown all the time."

The goddess of the kitchen smiled slightly and waved at York City.

"Well, I will."

Since it was useless to keep her, Yorktown said no more. She gave this new friend she had just met for a short time a white eagle hug. After they smiled at each other, one of them stood still while the other walked down the winding stairs, step by step towards the sea.

With the sound of slight splashes of water, the Kitchen Goddess, just like when she came, pulled the water behind her into a shallow white line and went straight into the distance. In just a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

"I'm so eager to go home... Is that man really that good?"

York City lowered his eyes and remained silent.

As a human being who is not from this world, Wuming's every move will attract great attention. Even when he is bedridden, Yorktown can still see all kinds of speculations about him in the special network belonging to the Rubik's Cube ship. But at that time, Wuming's existence was just a prop for Yorktown to pass the time. But now, she has recovered because of this stranger, which makes her feel indescribable.

After staying at the port for a while, she turned back to her room and began an intensive search for information belonging to Wuming.

York City didn't really care about her future fate. The time she spent lying immobile on the bed had made her heart grow softer. No matter what happened to her, she didn't care. But since this involved her sister's business, she had to take it seriously.

York City was a little overwhelmed when the first entry that popped up just after entering the keyword.

"What does [Super Scumbag] mean?"

......

"Ah!"

"Commander, no way, I've only been away from the port for a few days and you're already sick?"

In the command room, a light screen was hanging in front of Wuming's eyes. The Kitchen Goddess was looking at him with some confusion, and the background was the receding sea surface.

"No, my body is basically immune to disease. I just felt some kind of malice..."

Wuming rubbed his nose and changed the subject.

"By the way, has York City been cured?"

"Well, the mind cube has been repaired. The next step is to do restorative exercises step by step. I gave her a detailed exercise form. Just follow it."

The female Kitchen God in the picture said with a proud look on her face.

"As expected of our Kitchen Goddess, you are so reliable. I knew that there would be no problem if I asked you to take action."

Wuming praised happily.

"of course?"

The Kitchen Goddess curled the corners of her mouth.

"I'll probably be back this afternoon at the latest. Remember to tell Yixian for me. I kind of miss her cooking."

"I will definitely convey it to you. Also, what do you want to eat specifically?"

"She knows my taste. Just tell her when I'll be back. If Yixian comes, she won't let me down."

Looking at the female Kitchen Goddess on the light screen who acted as if she believed in Yixian more than he did, Wuming could only say that he would do as she said.

After the communication ended, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally put an end to his thoughts.