Commander, you smell so good.

The pleasant texture and taste in his mouth immediately made him ignore the various schemes of Shukuf beside him. The fragrant black tea was also good, and he nodded with satisfaction.

The snacks were delicious and the black tea was tasty, but the little cat next to me was very disobedient and loved to make trouble.

Seeing Surcouf acting so recklessly, Béarn and Joan of Arc frowned, worried that she would go too far and make Jiang Zheng angry.

Especially Joan of Arc, in addition to her worry and anxiety about Surcouf, she looked slightly sideways and exuded a hint of resentment when facing Jiang Zheng.

Obviously, she was one of the advance team members who had the priority to see him, but he never came to chat with her once. Instead, he often stayed with Dunkirk and Louis IX, which made her feel that she was treated differently.

gaze...

"What's wrong, Jeanne?"

Joan of Arc's intense gaze naturally caught Jiang Zheng's attention. When he met her deep gaze, she seemed to have something to say to him.

But then Joan of Arc nodded first, then shook her head, and her expression of wanting to say something but stopping made Jiang Zheng fall into deep silence.

When there's a chance, we'll tie up Joan of Arc and bring the Riddler to justice.

He glanced at the still unyielding Shukuf, pulled her forcefully into his arms, then reached out and slapped her buttocks hard, and she stopped as if forced to do so.

Raising his head slightly, Jiang Zheng could clearly see the surprise and a hint of moisture in Shukuf's eyes.

"Commander, do you want it? If you want it, you have to find another place~"

"...What are you talking about? It's you who's always moving around around me."

If you don't make a sound, you will be nothing. When you do, you will make a big splash. As soon as Surcouf opened his mouth, everyone who was already paying attention to him became even more attentive. Meeting Béarn's expression of "I see", Jiang Zheng began to explain slowly.

Isn't it your fault? Is it my fault?

Seeing that Jiang Zheng was trapped in a strange logical circle, Shukufu took the opportunity to lie on top of him and then sit sideways on Jiang Zheng's thighs. In order to avoid trouble, she also deliberately took off the sunglasses and wind mask on her forehead.

She took off the pair of sneakers on her feet, leaving only a pair of pink socks, which made her look cute and childish. She untied the two buns on her head, and let them slowly fall down to become flowing hair.

The bun hairstyle is very useful, as it does not cause the hair to be messed up by the wind and look a bit messy, but Shukuf noticed that the commander liked the feeling of long flowing hair the most.

She raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder. With a slightly red face, Shukuf, who was sitting on his lap, opened her collar with her left hand, revealing her alluring, snow-white, tender flesh hidden under her long gown. It was like a big white dumpling, and she was not wearing a tube top.

Jiang Zheng was slightly stunned, and when he met her shy gaze, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Even Joan of Arc and Béarn, who were sitting opposite him, originally wanted to kindly remind Surcouf not to make a mistake, but now they didn't know what to say after what had happened.

She is so bold.

"Surcouf, what are you doing?"

"Commander~, I just feel very happy today. We obviously came out together, but when we got to Emil's place, you stared straight at her low-cut maid outfit. I'm jealous."

"Emile's low-cut dress looks good, doesn't it? Really. Instead of looking at her, why not look at me?"

Even though Shukouf was a confident girl, when she met the man she liked for the first time and even asked her best friends to go on a date with her, he stared at someone else, which made her very unhappy.

So, in order to win back his attention, Surcouf suppressed his shame and made seductive gestures just to make him look at him a few more times.

Jiang Zheng nodded silently. There was no doubt that Xu Kufu must be jealous, but there was one thing that puzzled him. They had only met formally twice, including this time. Could it be that he was so attractive?

Jiang Zheng put his left hand around her slender waist and his right hand on her two thighs, which still felt quite tactile. The soft skin and touch made him nostalgic, and he could even vaguely feel her restraint.

He stroked across the calf to the popliteal fossa, and finally to the plump thigh, and then to the inner thigh. This position was enough to make an inexperienced woman feel her body subconsciously resist and curl up, trying to resist his invasion that wanted to enter the absolute territory.

Exuding a hint of charm, Surcouf's eyes were like water, filled with his slightly excited expression.

Is it possible to be here...

"Commander Jiang Zheng~, you can't do this here~, the master's passion cannot be released like this"

He wanted to go deeper, but Emile came to his side and stopped him from taking another step forward, causing Surcouf to look at him with disgust.

What are you doing?! Bad guy, good thing!

Chapter 233 Richelieu's Confession Room

In the holy church, there is a side hall with a small wooden cabin. The beautiful exterior structure has a simple layout inside.

A wall, a grid of messengers, a Bible and a cross, a small amount of holy water, and a table and chairs for two people: this is the configuration of the confessional.

Moreover, it can only accommodate two people, and they have separate sitting areas, namely the confession room and the listening room.

In this small and cramped confessional, there were two people sitting. One of them came here as a lamb that needed to be redeemed, to receive the priest's forgiveness.

Sitting opposite him was the cardinal who served as a priest. Although this might not be the job of a bishop, Richelieu was happy to serve the person in front of him.

Raising his hand and placing it on the red-leather Bible, Richelieu calmed his inner joy and spoke slowly, reminding the person in front of him that it was time to mention that he needed to be redeemed or repent.

"Alice, I am guilty"

"Why is this so? Don't worry, from what I've seen, you're not guilty of anything..."

"It's like this. I was with Dunkirk and the others, then Jean Bart, then Louis IX, and then Emile. I feel that I was too fickle, and I need to repent..."

"...Oh my God, cough, but please don't worry, this is your free choice. Since they have no objection, I think there is no need to repent."

Richelieu was slightly stunned. Listening to Jiang Zheng's frank confession, she really didn't expect that in just a few days, he would bring almost one-third or almost half of the ship girls with him. This was a bit outrageous.

Of course, it’s not just a few days, it’s been more than a week.

After hearing what he said, Richelieu felt a little uncomfortable. He and he had always maintained a rather ambiguous relationship. Apart from Louis IX, who she had specifically wanted to compensate for, why did everyone else just come on the scene without any moral ethics or ethics?

Can't afford it, right?

Of course, Richelieu did not say these words, but comforted him. In any case, since they did it voluntarily, there was no need to repent.

The hand on the Bible just gradually clenched into a fist, and the expression on his face did not change.

"If that's all, then there's more to it than that. The main thing is... Alice, the nun's uniform you're wearing today is so beautiful, I'm already thinking of something bad..."

Jiang Zheng said this uneasily. Although he was prepared for the embarrassment that would follow, he still said it.

To be honest, I have had a very comfortable time staying in Iris during this period. If nothing else, at least in terms of entertainment, the ship girls of the Iris Theocracy really know how to enjoy themselves. After finishing their own things, they either go out to have fun or do what they like. They are in a prayer posture one second, and the next moment they hold my hand and go out to play. They really treat it as a daily task.

Logically speaking, when I met Richelieu today, I originally wanted to talk about serious matters, such as what I had promised before, to wake up more ship girls, so that the unbreakable alliance will become even more unbreakable.

But when he saw Richelieu wearing a nun's uniform today, exuding a pious temperament, with moving body curves and a gentle look, he was a little stunned.

So it turned out like this. In the name of confession, Jiang Zheng tentatively expressed his thoughts.

However, the next moment, Richelieu's words made him a little disappointed.

"...Commander, I'm beginning to regret being so friendly to you. It's too early for such things."

"You should learn to wait, not now."

With a slight tremor in his voice, Bishop Richelieu politely declined his expression, making Jiang Zheng nod his head. Yes, after all, he had only known her for a short time, and he was careless.

But it’s still early, so it’s okay to wait a little longer?

After chatting for a while, Jiang Zhengzheng planned to end the confession plot with Richelieu, but Richelieu took the initiative to keep him.

"Jiang Zheng, wait a moment. If you don't have anything urgent to do right now, can you let me come over first?"

Coming out of the confessional, Richelieu's expression was rather strange. His fair face was filled with joy, but also with an inexplicable blush.

Jiang Zheng nodded, indicating that there was no problem, and then he was pulled into the listening room by Li Sailiu.

The confessional is very small and is designed to have just enough space for one person to sit down, so there is no need to worry about someone hiding and eavesdropping.

However, this does not prevent loopholes from occurring.

Jiang Zheng was dragged into the confession room, confused. Just as he was about to say something, Richelieu put her finger between his lips, instructed him to sit down, and then she sat on Jiang Zheng's thigh without saying a word.

The soft and rather plump body sat in his arms, as plump as the moon, and the straight and dignified sitting posture was admirable. The beautiful and slender back and the faint fragrance emanating from the body formed a sharp contrast with the nun's uniform.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. After all, she was wearing a gorgeous nun's uniform and a gold-studded cross and a gold medal. Her beautiful but conservative outfit didn't reveal much.

But this does not mean that there is no temptation at all. The tight long skirt shows her body to the fullest, and the thin material that sticks to her skin reveals her abstinence temptation.

And most importantly, Jiang Zheng could feel that under the pious and sacred light of Richelieu, her delicate body was like a natural sin, plump and round, pressing against him, and he could feel the wonderful clamp.

"Richelieu?"

Being touched so intimately by her proactively, Jiang Zheng remembered her polite rejection of him just now, and this time he had no chance of getting away with it.

You're not allowed to take the initiative, right?

"Hush~, don't be anxious, Jiang Zheng. The person who really needs to come here to confess today is not you, but a saint who is steadfast, loyal, and has a mission."

"Next, Jiang Zheng, don't say anything. Just listen carefully to what she says."

Richelieu turned his head to look at him, raised his fingertips to his lips, revealed a lovely and charming smile, then slowly pulled down the veil on his head, revealing a beautiful golden hair, the kind that was shining with golden light and had a faint fragrance.

So much so that Jiang Zheng thought she had just come here after taking a shower.

He nodded, agreed to her request, and just sat there waiting. It was obvious who the so-called saint was.

Soon, there was a knock on the door outside the confessional, and at Richelieu's invitation, Joan of Arc entered the confessional.

Chapter 235 Discovered!!!

"Your Excellency the Bishop! What happened?!"

Hearing Richelieu's sudden urgent tone, Joan of Arc woke up from her fantasy and hurriedly called out to Richelieu, worried that something had happened to her.

Although they are all ship girls, they will not be hurt in this narrow confessional. The only possibility is that they are bumped into.

In addition, the bishop's voice sounded a little strange, and Joan of Arc couldn't help but worry.

"Hiss—huh, don't worry, Jeanne, I just remembered something that worries me..."

Richelieu endured the collision from behind. The masculine aura and movements made her almost cry out. Although there were signs of being exposed just now, she had to maintain her image as the Red Master, the leader of the Iris Theocracy, and the flagship of the fleet.

Covering his mouth, suppressing his trembling legs, and stabilizing the sound coming from his throat, the cardinal spoke in a still calm tone.

"That's good... Your Excellency, if there are any difficult matters, please inform me and I will handle them for you. For Iris, my homeland, and my comrades and sisters, I should contribute my own strength."

With unquestionable sincerity, Joan of Arc devoted herself to the cardinal who was separated by a wall, but she did not know that just across the wall, the person she cared about and secretly loved was right across the wall, being enjoyed by the bishop she believed in, feeling the forbidden and exciting pleasure.

"...It's okay, let's talk about your business. Don't worry about me, just keep talking."

"I understand, Your Excellency..."

Although she had some doubts in her heart, Joan of Arc still nodded and believed in the bishop, because she was everyone's listener and leader.

But just after she finished speaking, while Joan of Arc was talking incessantly, Richelieu did not listen to her statement attentively, but raised his watery eyes, crystal clear, with a spring in his eyes, and once again enjoyed the pleasure of kissing Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng looked down at Richelieu, whose face was full of charm, his hands and waist moving non-stop, feeling that wonderful feeling.

I'm sorry, Joan of Arc, please forgive me.

While they were in the confessional, La Galissonnier took Jean Bart into the Sainte-Chapelle and took her to the confessional because someone wanted to see his sister.

La Galissonnière had a bored expression on her face. There was nothing interesting and worth looking forward to recently, which made her, a Vatican inquisitor, very bored. Even the Sirens had been almost cleared out, and the blood on the axe in her hand had dried up, which made her feel extremely lost.

Criminals with extremely serious crimes rarely need her to conduct inquisition. If she really needs to interrogate them, there will definitely be bloodshed.

After all, in this religious country, isn't that ship girl in a high position?

"Are you there yet?"

The two walked one after the other. Jean Bal folded her arms across her chest and looked at Galissonnier with a complicated expression on her face. To be honest, she didn't really want to come over. Even though the relationship between her and Richelieu had eased a little, as a ship girl who was more of a believer in God but not very skeptical, she really wanted to come to the confessional.

But the problem needs to be solved, just as he said, not to mention that it is his first time going there, he doesn’t know where it is, and he needs someone to lead him.

"It's almost there, don't worry. Besides, the bishop's confession time is very short every month. Maybe someone has already attended. You may have to wait a while."

Galissonnier spoke calmly, wanting to come up with a piece of news in his mind, but unfortunately there was nothing interesting happening recently, so he could only wait.

After a few minutes, Jean Bart finally arrived at the side hall of the Holy Church. Because they came in from another door, they had to take a longer detour.

A glance at the closed door of the confessional made it clear that someone was confessing inside. Bal was not in a hurry, but sat on a bench nearby and waited. He felt a little expectant and worried. He stared at the end of the side hall and began to empty his mind.

Galissonnière would not just sit there and wait like Jean Bart, as she herself was an unstable cat who would become listless due to boredom.

Moreover, she still remembered the time when she was beaten by the sisters for pretending to be Cardinal Richelieu, so in order not to offend others, she left quickly.

But when she walked past the confessional, a strange sound coming from inside made her stop suddenly, as if she had heard it wrongly. She bent down and tried to eavesdrop on what was inside. After confirming that it was actually true, she pressed her whole face against the crack of the door, with a strange blush on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Her action naturally attracted Jean Bart's attention. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Galissonnier, but she raised her hand and pointed inside with a surprised smile on her face.