Come and connect with me!

Frederick the Great blinked and said bluntly

"Five Rubik's Cubes. There's no way to get Rubik's Cubes right now. I certainly can't give them away for nothing. But frankly speaking, even if I really don't care about her, she actually has nowhere to go."

Wuming shrugged. As a villain boss, Altair was not a bad person by nature. Moreover, after causing a big fuss, it would be difficult for the reborn Shimazaki Setsuna to return to her daily life. Her final choice would be to come to the port area and live with a group of ship girls who were equally kind-hearted, or wait for Wuming to find a new modern world and let her settle in the new environment. As for the NieR world, I'm afraid no one would be willing to go there.

In less than a minute, the vehicle stopped, and there was no shaking during the parking process. Although the ship-mounted vehicle had the shell of a gasoline vehicle, it was essentially floating forward and had no contact with the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, Commander, new companions are coming!"

The dock gate of the port has been transformed to the final stage, and an icon outside of the four major camps is gradually becoming clear.

It was a roaring bear silhouette.

Chapter 131 Visitors from the Far North

Amid the cold friction of metal and the crackling of ice, a faint frost filled the harbor. The midday sun was scorching, but the sudden drop in temperature brought greetings from the Far North to the sweltering port area.

As the cold air rolled in, a white shadow appeared outside the door of the dock.

The figure looked at the gathered shipgirls and said in a cold voice like ice hitting glass: "It seems that I am the first member of the Northern Alliance to arrive."

She calmly adjusted the buttons on her chest and walked towards Wuming with powerful steps.

The frost mist gradually melted away in the high temperature. The ship equipment on both sides of her replaced her vision, looking around with a gaze emitting a cold blue light, and the sound of the soles of her shoes tapping on the ground was getting closer and closer.

"Soviet Rossiya once again offers its loyalty to you, Comrade Commander."

She stretched out her hand towards Wuming, and held Wuming's right hand tightly with the thick black glove that matched her winter outfit.

Soviet Rossiya was tall and wore a simple white cavalry cap. Her scarlet eyes stared at Wuming without blinking. She wore a buttoned coat similar to Altair's, but unlike Altair who looked cold and slender, her white coat tightly wrapped around her proud body, bulging out her top, which could not suppress her fullness and plumpness even the buttoned coat could not suppress. The downward curve was tightened at the waist, allowing her to show the sensual charm of a woman even in her heavy clothes. She had three black leather belts wrapped around her waist and wore a snow-white cloak embroidered with the temperament of the Northern Union. In her other hand, she held a slender command sword. Her ship uniform was like the eternal glaciers in the north, with a rough and heavy temperament. The cold-toned animal-head ship uniform had a tightly closed huge mouth, and only the eyes emitted a faint blue light.

Soviet Rossiya saw Wuming's gaze, let go of his hand, and confidently took a light step in front of him and spun around.

"Are you satisfied with the battleships of the Northern Alliance, Comrade Commander?"

"Very satisfied. How about I still call you Rossiya?"

"I would be much happier if you could call me comrade, Comrade Commander."

When she faced Wuming, the smile on her lips was pleasant, but when she cast her gaze on Frederick the Great beside him, she put on a cold face again.

"Frederick the Great, I know you, and I hope that as the commander's wife, you can walk on the right path with him!"

Even though it was their first meeting, Soviet Rossiya showed no sign of weakness. He raised his head slightly and confronted Frederick the Great head-on.

"It's really interesting. Do you want to meddle in the family affairs between me and my dear? The people of the Northern Alliance are really nosy!"

Frederick the Great grinned and sneered, his amber eyes staring at Soviet Rossiya's cold crimson eyes, both sides could sense from each other's eyes that there was no way to resolve the situation.

Wuming coughed and said, "Luo Xia, welcome. Well, if possible, it would be better if you can get along well with everyone."

Soviet Rossiya looked at the wedding ring on Frederick the Great's hand, which looked particularly dazzling in the sun, and uttered a low sound. The latter sensed her bad mood and took a step back with satisfaction.

"Oh, I understand. However, Commander, I want to ask you for a wedding ring. After all, you always touched me in the past. I think you have feelings for me that go beyond work. And I don't like to hide things. I have feelings for you that are different from those between superiors and subordinates."

After her gaze left Frederick the Great, she spoke naturally to Wuming.

"Or, if the port area doesn't have enough supplies, the cost of buying the wedding ring can be deducted from my allowance!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the harbor was dead silent.

Haman opened his mouth halfway, and Soviet Rossiya's straightforward attacking method shocked the retired Tsundere.

The head maid covered her mouth and chuckled. She had known that this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

Frederick the Great pressed his temple and turned to look at Wuming.

Qijie, who was with Lafei and the others, couldn't help laughing. After Wuming's marriage ship level was maxed out, his daily attacks were basically to train other ships. When they reached level 100, he upgraded to level 100, and when the level cap was opened, he continued to train. As a result, there were large areas of red hearts in the dock urging marriage. At that time, there was still a screen between them, and the full red hearts couldn't do anything to Wuming. Now a straight-forward player came and directly confused Wuming.

"Ah, ah this, uh..."

Wuming mumbled for a long time but didn't say anything. Rafi and Harman were waiting for his reply. His eager look was frightening.

"Comrade Commander, do you want us to find a quiet place to discuss this in detail?"

Soviet Rossiya's tone was calm, but also full of strong self-confidence. In his words, he was confident that as long as there was no one here, Wuming would definitely agree.

In fact, her figure and appearance are not inferior to anyone else. She acts decisively and her likes and dislikes are consistent. When such a woman looks at you with a gaze that insists she must be with you, even stone will melt.

In her crimson eyes, a nameless shadow was reflected, so deeply, as if she wanted to keep him in her heart forever.

"Hey, Northern Union, aren't you going to ask for my opinion?"

Frederick the Great's smile grew wider, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. Even under the midday sun, there was a chill of winter in his eyes.

"Iron-blooded, feelings are always selfish. If it were me, I wouldn't agree either, so I won't ask you. I just want to know, Wuming, do you have feelings for me?"

Soviet Rossiya said seriously.

Really, how come it suddenly became like this?

Wuming's thoughts raced as he thought rapidly in his brain.

How could he not like such a beauty? It’s just that the port area is full of red-heart monsters. If he agrees to one, the next one will pop up, and all kinds of new problems will emerge. But if he didn’t really like everyone, how could he insist on logging into the game every day and doing daily tasks like punching in for work?

Soviet Rossiya did not urge him either. She always remained calm and waited for Wuming's response.

Agree, agree, or agree?

The balance in Wuming's heart tilted more and more. Soviet Rossiya seemed to sense something, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and then looked at Frederick the Great.

The issue of the camp determines the approximate living habits of the ship girls. Even in the Iron Blood there are gentle and kind little angels, and in the White Eagle there are cold-hearted little devils. However, in general, they all have the same goal, just like Vichy. Once the concept changes, a large number of ship girls will inevitably leave. Even if the material conditions will deteriorate, they will never accept the change of beliefs.

Even if the Northern Alliance's ship girls have never met each other, they will not have a good impression of the Iron-Blooded Ship Girls. The two sides are like reflections in a mirror, with an irreconcilable conflict of beliefs!

"I……"

The silence lasted for a long time, and Wuming made up his mind.

"Huh, husband, you just came back and saw someone confessing their love to you. It really makes me feel complicated."

The clear girl's voice was like a gentle breeze blowing on your face. Without anyone noticing, the second ship girl was already standing at the port.

Chapter 132 jk jk!

The frost disappeared and the sea breeze brought the scent of cherry blossoms.

A tall girl in black veil walked over. Her white thighs were as smooth as jade. Even the dazzling sunlight could not dim her radiance. She wore simple black high heels. Her round toes were squeezed together like pearls picked up from the bottom of the sea.

The black and red corseted gauze skirt made the girl's young body look somewhat charming. The horns on her forehead did not detract from her beauty, but instead brought a different kind of beauty.

She stretched out her hand towards Wuming.

"Won't you come and hold my hand, husband?"

Wuming also had a bitter look on his face. He said to Soviet Rossiya urgently, "Give me some time."

Soviet Rossiya nodded without comment, looked at Frederick the Great with a dim gaze, and then greeted the head maid with a gentle expression: "Should we say long time no see or first meeting, Miss Belfa?"

"Please feel free to do as you please. According to the master's wishes, there is no need to add any honorific title unless it is necessary. Please just call me Befa."

The head maid turned slightly to return the greeting, her reply causing Soviet Rossiya to raise an eyebrow slightly, and then she walked towards the enterprise. There was no one in the entire port area who didn't like her.

Wuming also walked up to his bride and held her hand. His black gloves felt smooth, but when they touched the girl's white jade-like skin, there was still a soft feeling that made people's hearts flutter.

"I'm sorry, Noshiro."

Noshiro stared at Wuming with her purple-grey eyes, then she burst into laughter.

"Husband, your nervous look actually makes me feel at ease. Hehe, please keep going!"

She walked closer to Wuming, put her arms around Wuming's arms, and leaned her head gently on his shoulder.

"Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time, but my husband always only has his eyes on those glamorous ships. He just hands me a ring, buys me clothes, and finally leaves me aside. Humph, you have to make it up to me!"

Wuming could only smile awkwardly.

It looked good, so he liked it, so he went to buy clothes for it, and when he felt good and had a wedding dress, he just got married. He thought there was nothing wrong with this, but when they came to him, he had to swallow the bitter fruit.

九５０⒈８０㈨０㈨

"Yes, Noshiro, let's go and say hello to everyone. Some are old friends, but there are also new friends."

He whispered to her everything that had happened in the port area during this period.

He informed her of the existence of the Sirens, the purpose of the dimensional gate, and future plans. These things would have been explained during lunch, but he could still give his wife some personal consideration.

"So, can I go with you to this new world?"

Noshiro said this as expected.

Even a wife wants to become more important in the commander's heart, to be relied upon and needed. The appearance of a girl cannot conceal the essence of a weapon, but the human body is destined to be driven by emotions. A happy mood will make them stronger, and a sense of happiness will double their strength. As long as their will is strong enough, the Cube will respond to their desires and move towards the path they hope for.

"Well, I still need to think about it. After all, my level is not high enough to bring everyone with me."

Wuming could only prevaricate like this temporarily. The modern world was different from the apocalyptic world of NieR. Functional ship girls would be more useful than simple output types. He already had several candidates in mind.

"Okay, husband.....what's with that expression on your face, or do you like husband, daling, or dear?"

Noshiro didn't care. In previous games, she was not considered a main player. At least there was no place for her in the Golden Fleet. It was truly a wife-type ship.

"No, anything is fine. As long as you are calling me, anything is fine."

Wuming felt the girl's innocent attachment and could only respond awkwardly.

"whee."

Noshiro blushed, pecked him on the cheek, let go of his hand, and skipped off to find Haman and Rafi.

Wuming touched the place where the girl had kissed him, and felt like he was healed by the beautiful girl.

Jk, great, Noshiro, great.

Hey hey hey.

This lunch was not as grand as yesterday's, but with the help of the Huangji chefs, it was still very lively.

But this meal made Wuming feel a little scalp-tingling.

"what......"

Noshiro had a happy smile on her face, poking an apple with a toothpick in one hand and supporting her face with the other hand, asking Wuming to open his mouth.

"Ahm... chew chew chew..."

Wuming chewed the food with big mouthfuls. He felt happy but at the same time he also felt a tingling sensation on his back. A pair of eyes just stared at him quietly without saying a word.

"Husband?"

Noshiro blinked at him, pouted her lips slightly, and pointed at him in dissatisfaction.

"Don't be distracted on a date, it's your turn to feed me!"

An even colder feeling emerged in his heart, making his back sweat in this cafeteria which always maintained a suitable temperature of 24 degrees.

"Isn't this a group dinner for everyone? How did it turn into a date between you and the stupid commander?"

Harman said angrily, and then bit the apple with a mum, it seemed that he mistook one of Noshiro or Wuming for an apple.

"That's not right, Harman. The commander has never dated Noshiro properly, so he is showing it off in front of other people who haven't dated him before."

Lafite held the bottle of Coke and drank gulps of wine.

Wuming couldn't help but look at her, but Lafei turned her face away and ignored him.

This in-your-face show seemed to annoy more than one person.

"Hmm? Ah......"

Noshiro has opened his mouth, waiting to be fed.

Wuming endured the gaze from behind, carefully picked a piece of mango and put it into Noshiro's little mouth.

"Mmmmm...very sweet, husband."

"Hmm."

Wuming slowly turned her head and saw Soviet Rossiya as expected. Enterprise was sitting with her, separating her from Frederick the Great. This Northern Alliance ship girl from the polar regions took off her thick cloak and buttoned coat, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and pantyhose, with long boots on her feet. The black stockings between the pantyhose were glowing dimly. At this moment, she was biting the big crack without any burden. Her delicate little mouth had a bite force that did not match her appearance. Seeing Wuming looking at her, she looked at him without dodging, and then, in front of Wuming, she inserted a sausage and bit it off in one bite!