Commander, you smell so good.

Chapter 211 The Bishop Who Tried to Become a Priest

"As long as you're satisfied, that's good. This time, Dunkirk and the others cooked the food themselves. In the past, Manchu cooked the dishes, so they naturally tasted much better."

Receiving Jiang Zheng's exaggeration and approval, Richelieu nodded slightly and said this with a smile, looking at Dunkirk. The latter looked away after meeting her gaze, with his hands placed there at a loss, as if dodging.

As a companion that Richelieu cared about, Dunkirk's food was deeply loved by her, and she was also a very nice person, so she tried to mention it to Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng naturally turned his head to look at Dunkirk, and when he saw her embarrassed expression, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

What? She planned tonight's party all by herself? So impressive?

"But what does Cardinal Richelieu want to tell me? Perhaps you could be more direct?"

Jiang Zheng withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Richelieu's pretty face. He raised his hand to touch Flandre's headdress, but unfortunately she was wearing a relatively large bishop's miter on her head, so he couldn't touch anything.

I can't say that the Bishop is trying to bring me and Dunkirk together, right? I've only been in Iris for a day.

Facing Jiang Zheng's questioning gaze, Richelieu coughed lightly. His serious and upright face was now a little more playful. He could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth, but he still spoke slowly:

"Well, actually, a bishop can also serve as a priest. He's usually responsible for presiding over church worship ceremonies...giving guidance and confession to believers, presiding over baptisms, and even arranging marriages."

"So, whenever you want, you can tell me. I can host it, just like with Dunkirk and Algeria."

Having said this, Richelieu did not continue speaking. Instead, he blinked his eyes full of expectation and stared at Jiang Zheng. His words made Dunkirk and Algeria present blush.

It was clearly just a matchmaking, how did it become a pressure to get married?

Jiang Zheng was shocked to find out that Bishop Richelieu had this side to him.

After the matchmaking words were spoken, Richelieu realized that he had gone too far. He quickly clinked glasses with him and drank the red wine he brought with him. Then he left with a somewhat unnatural look on his face.

"Hey, Jiang, Commander, don't think too much about what the Bishop said just now. She's just a little anxious."

Richelieu left, and the conversation could not continue. However, her departure gave Louis IX, who had found an opportunity, the opportunity to come and sit in front of him, still in the same position as Richelieu just now, as if someone came over to take turns talking, and each time it could only be one-on-one.

This time, Jiang Zheng didn't know where to look. If Jean Bart's banquet dress revealed a large area of skin, then Louis IX's dress was very revealing.

The main color combination of white and blue is very eye-catching. The slit side of the dress reveals a large area of white skin, which sways back and forth. When sitting down, you can see the uncovered side hips. The only thing that can trap the dress is the blue rose hook.

Her hands were covered in white silk gloves, and the deep, invisible grooves formed by her plump breasts were particularly eye-catching. She wore a white veil on her head, and her round and plump legs were wrapped in a pair of delicate white silk stockings, but because the stockings were too thin, the flesh color could be seen through.

Her expression was tense, and her scarlet eyes were full of love. She no longer had the ferocious look of a fanatic, but instead had a gentle and shy look like a woman. She was slightly afraid to look directly at Jiang Zheng, but the occasional glance and the curled corners of her mouth showed Zeng Min's inner restlessness.

Without a crossed spear in his hand, nor the idea of being a paladin, Louis IX now looks like an ordinary woman, showing shyness in front of the person she cares about.

"I know, but I've only been here for a short time and they've already recommended two shipgirls to me. I don't know what to say."

After saying this, Jiang Zheng turned his head to look at Algeria and the others who had already come over. Apparently because of Richelieu's words, Algeria did not hide her feelings and sat next to him with a gentle expression on her face. She held his right hand against her chest, directly expressing her thoughts.

Jiang Zheng didn't say anything now, but continued to talk to Louis IX:

"By the way, you're wearing this really beautiful outfit, Louis. I quite like you like this."

Feeling his gaze sweeping over him, Louis IX nodded, his face flushed pink and his head buzzing.

Normally, she wouldn't wear such sexy clothes, or she could just wear her usual clothes. After all, as a paladin, she doesn't care much about her makeup and appearance.

But thinking that today was a rare opportunity and thinking of the person in front of him, Louis IX chose this dress and put it on, and only now did he come to face him.

It’s not that eye-catching, after all, the sisters are normal. It’s just that the design is too bold and makes people think too much.

It was not until now that Louis IX felt how shy and restrained this was. It was just a slightly elegantly designed piece of clothing, so why did he feel his heart beating faster?

Then, Jiang Zheng and Louis IX fell silent. The former was admiring her beauty, while the latter was avoiding his gaze.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. Jiang Zheng handed Flanders to Gascony, and then took the initiative to reach out and hold Louis IX's hand.

It can’t be said to be particularly small, but it is extremely soft and does not look like the hand of someone who practices martial arts with a gun at all.

Jiang Zheng thought as he gently intertwined his fingers with hers, feeling the touch of her hand. His initiative made Louis IX unsure what to do. Should he let go? No, this was the happiness he had given him, so he couldn't let go.

In that case, the only option is to hold on.

"Dunkirk, I feel like we are something..."

Watching Jiang Zheng and Louis IX successfully hold hands, Algeria felt a sour taste in her mouth. Although she didn't eat the lemon, she felt the sourness of the lemon. The word "unhappy" was written on her beautiful and mature face.

It was clearly Cardinal Richelieu who introduced them, so how come Louis IX cut in line?

Where are the people? Come over and help!

"Don't worry, this is only temporary. The Bishop has helped us after all. If you work harder, Jiang Zheng might even be fascinated by you."

Compared to Algeria, Dunkirk was not urgent at all, just a little bit.

After all, if you want to capture someone's heart, you must first learn to capture their stomach.

Chapter 213 Have you heard? ...

After an evening of in-depth communication, Jiang Zheng understood what kind of personality Xia Fei had. He was the type of person who was both cold and a little devil.

As for how he came to this conclusion, it was because he was forced to stop after getting up in the morning not long ago and he liked to see himself and Qiu Bude's appearance. But fortunately, Jiang Zheng won the final victory himself, and won the victory after a crazy sprint.

Now he was looking at the ceiling of the church. Xia Fei, who was lying on his chest, was breathing lightly. Her body was weak and powerless. The expression on her face had changed to a flushed face and seductive eyes.

She was naked, but her spread black wings covered her white limbs, making her look like flowers in the fog, with a hazy beauty.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Zheng patted her back and said in a calm tone:

"Okay, it's time to get up, my angel of judgment, and put away your halo, it's a little uncomfortable in my eyes."

Jiang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the floating halo, feeling it was dazzling, especially when he remembered the bright light emitted when he sent Xia Fei to the clouds last night, which almost made him faint.

Hearing him calling her, Xia Fei did not say anything, but her body became limp and she could not control it. She could only lie on him. There was also a very fragrant smell on his body, which made her not want to move at all.

Fortunately, Xiafei was still able to control the visible halo and wings. The halo was slowly retracted, and the wings disappeared.

After all, the wings were also stained with his scent, and it would feel itchy and uncomfortable if he took them back now.

After a long time, they regained their strength and slowly got up to clean up the traces in the church. It was almost noon when they finished everything, and their stomachs had begun to rumble in protest.

"Xiafei, have you thought about how to explain it when you get back?"

"Explain? There's nothing to explain. I made a promise with you. I'll give you the most important thing I have as a woman. There's no need for any explanation, my sinner."

She looked at her right hand which was held tightly by him. His palm was bigger and rougher than hers, and the temperature was hotter than hers, but it gave her a sense of stability and security.

Even if she could easily break free and counterattack with such force, Xia Fei would not do so, because she knew in her heart that at this moment, in his heart, she was a woman who needed to be protected and a treasure that he loved.

"Rather, how are you going to explain this to Algeria and Dunkirk when you return, Commander? After all, you and I were together in Iris."

With a smug smirk on her face, Xia Fei's expression was even more varied than before. If Jiang Zheng turned around now, he would be able to see that she was occasionally revealing a playful smile like a little devil.

Jiang Zheng didn't say anything. It didn't matter now. What mattered was that she was his 'First Lady' in Iris, and that was very important.

Returning to the motorcycle that was still parked in the same place where they had set out, Jiang Zheng got on it. Xia Fei sat behind him, hugged his waist, and slowly leaned her body against his back, revealing a sweet smile.

At the same time, he squeezed his body tightly to prevent the added oil from leaking out.

Ignition, unlock, accelerate.

After half an hour, I returned to the place where I left last night, but there was no one here. Only Manju was left carrying out his daily tasks.

So Jiang Zheng had no choice but to send Xiafei back first, and then go back to change clothes. After all, this is Iris, not Sardinia. Everyone on the wedding ship in Sardinia kept their own clothes in the ship uniforms, but they didn't.

After putting her on the soft bed and giving her a deep kiss, Jiang Zheng 'borrowed' her motorcycle back. Until the moment he left, Xia Fei's face still had a sweet expression with a hint of happiness.

"Identity confirmed—Welcome back, Master"

"Detected a strange smell, it is recommended that the owner flush..."

When he returned to his own room, he heard Gascoigne's voice as soon as he opened the door. He met her eyes which had not changed at all, and the expression on her face became even more obvious.

Especially when he saw her looking away, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but look at her a few more times. It seemed that her emotions were gradually letting go, which was great.

Raising his hand and touching her head, Jiang Zheng went to the bathroom to take a good shower. He had done it all night last night, and had done it several times again in the morning. Even if he had the mental strength, he wouldn't do it this way.

She was a witch from yesterday afternoon to this morning, and an angel from afternoon to this morning. If they continue to take turns like this, even the cows will find it hard to bear.

Straightening his back, Jiang Zheng felt that it was time for him to strengthen his body. To do that, he naturally had to find Mingshi, the green-headed cat profiteer.

While Jiang Zheng was taking a shower, Gascoigne, who had just greeted him, flushed his face, and streams of data flowed through his pupils, but unfortunately, because there was too little data, he could not find a suitable decision.

"Judgment: The action plan is insufficient and requires additional information screening..."

Then, Gascoigne took out the mobile phone that Richet had left for him. He had not touched it since he took it over yesterday.

Now Gascoigne believes that knowledge is power, and she needs Pava.

......

"Have you heard? Lord Jiang Zheng and Xia Fei were together last night?"

"What? When did this happen? The latest news is that our Inquisitor is serving Master Jiang Zheng, and now Master Jiang Zheng is reluctant to leave the Inquisitor. This is what they call "Spring nights are short, the sun rises high, and from now on the king will no longer attend court early, right?"

Jiang Zheng and Xia Fei's absence for one night gave the Iris ship girls something to talk about loudly and happily, especially La Galissonnière and Vauquelin. The former was not afraid at all, while the latter was fearless. It was a rare occasion for them to get together in the restaurant, and without the idea of cooking for themselves, they gathered together in the restaurant to enjoy a bread breakfast. Their mouths were like loudspeakers at a crossroads, chattering non-stop, which aroused the interest of the ship girls who originally didn't care much about this. They had some shy expressions on their faces, but wanted to listen.

Take Béarn and Emile for example. One was maintaining his own personality, pretending not to hear anything on his face, but he was already listening with his ears perked up. Emile felt that this was too fast and not gentlemanly or romantic at all.

Obviously, I can do it too.

Of course, no one came to stop the topic from ending during this period. Even Jean Bart just snorted coldly after hearing it and continued eating by himself, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Richelieu was quite happy. After all, this was God's favor, and a devout believer would not refuse such a gift.

The only ones with unhappy expressions were Algeria and Dunkirk, who were picking up their knives and forks to pick up the bread in front of them, as if they were treating someone like a villain.

Chapter 214 Jiang Zheng’s good intentions

"Okay, Algeria, if you keep doing this, you're going to ruin the croissant. If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it."

Seeing Algeria unhappily inserting and removing the knife and fork from the croissant over and over again, Dunkirk, a knight who is a pastry chef, felt particularly uncomfortable.

If someone grabs it first, just fight back. Why vent your anger on the bread? The meaning of croissants is to eat them, not to play with them.

Treat her well for me!

"Hey, Dunkirk, don't worry, I will eat it well. There is no need to feel sorry for the bread, because bread has no sense of pain."

Dunkirk's tone suggested she was feeling a bit uncomfortable, so Algeria stopped talking and instead just enjoyed her bread, wondering how she had been so stupid not to take him down directly.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have insisted on my idea of being a knight. I would have just taken the initiative and become stronger first.

It's too late now, Judge Xiafei has taken advantage of him.

Thinking of this, Algeria learned its lesson and decided to skip so many twists and turns next time and just get straight to the point.

Then she cut the croissant in front of her that had been stabbed many times and put it into her mouth, chewing it vigorously. There was no trace of her usual gentle big sister image on her. Instead, it was like she was waiting for her lover to return to the room on her wedding night, but her lover was forcibly arrested by the neighbor and the matter was settled. When everyone knew about this, it was already known to everyone, and she was the last person in the world to know about it.

Looking at the abandoned look, which exuded a hint of resentment, Dunkirk hesitated to speak, and finally chose to shake his head.

If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place? Sister, you are obsessed.

I gave you the opportunity but you are useless. You are useless.

So after breakfast, Dunkirk took Algeria shopping. After all, she was his sister, and he couldn't bear to see her so depressed.

......

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Jiang Zheng lay in the living room with his head resting on Gascony's thighs, looking at his mobile phone. Inside were messages from Frederick the Great, Rome and others. Without exception, they were all caring and greetings to him. What was even more caring was that more than 50 messages were sent to him in one breath, which were full of care for him.

It's a pity that Flandre went to the Holy Church today, and was brought there by Joan of Arc. After all, Flandre is a bishop, so he still needs to learn.

However, it is worth noting that Jiang Zheng discovered that Ron was the second ship girl who sent the most messages to him, which was very surprising.

Thinking of the ship girl Ron, Jiang Zheng remembered the words she said after her favorability increased. That was a very scary word.

A trace of worry arose in Jiang Zheng's mind, so he quickly turned his head to the side and sniffed the fragrance on Gascoigne's body to make himself feel more comfortable.

Ah, down.

"Judgment: The owner is performing unknown behavior, and the result is determined to be harassment."

Sensing his movements, Gascoigne looked away from her phone to check his physical and mental reactions, only to discover that it had caused abnormal localized high temperatures in her body.

The body reacts like this again...

"No, this is not harassment. I am trying my best to make you have feelings, Gascoigne. You must understand my good intentions."