Commander, you smell so good.

Chapter 150: In a hurry, I chose to play straight

After temporarily comforting Prince Rupprecht, Jiang Zheng looked at the situation of being sandwiched between two sides and the struggle for position between Blücher and Rupprecht, and he felt what it meant to have both good and bad sides.

The good thing is that ever since the almost confession, Ruprecht has been holding his hand. Even if he tries to break free, he will be held tighter. Of course, he can feel the softness of the white flesh more clearly. It turns out that Ruprecht is still very capable. The bad thing is that she will compete with Blücher.

He secretly glanced at the white-faced bun with her arms tucked between her legs. When she touched him unintentionally, he could see the eye-catching thing under the translucent underwear. Jiang Zheng didn't know what was going on, so he chose to look at it a few more times.

Oh, this is so beautiful, isn't it? Let's take a few more looks.

But seeing that, Prince Rupprecht, who had been paying attention to his movements, blushed and hugged him tighter with his hands, with a happy expression on his face, and secretly boasted in his heart

"What? I'm still very charming! He couldn't help but look at me. Do you want to show more?"

Ruprecht, who had ulterior motives, met his gaze and smiled meaningfully, causing Jiang Zheng, who was being spied on, to look away after a few seconds.

Guilty, guilty, Amynos.

"If you want to see it, then see it. I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it. You just looked at it a few times and then stopped. What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

Seeing that he stopped this little trick, Prince Rupprecht, feeling insulted again, asked him directly, which made Egil and others laugh at the same time.

Who could he fool with such a trick? He just gave him some face and didn't expose it. Unexpectedly, Prince Rupprecht directly broke the window paper.

Faced with the laughter of many ship girls, Jiang Zheng felt a little embarrassed and forced himself to change the subject. While touching Blücher's blonde hair, he asked the young lady next to him with confusion and curiosity.

"It's not that I don't like you, it's just that you all are so beautiful, it's hard for me to control myself."

"Besides, you hate me, don't you? Your attitude when you first came out is completely different from your attitude now."

He bent down and kissed Blücher, teasing her to show a cute smile. He felt that she was very cute like a cat. At the same time, he wanted to know what Prince Rupprecht thought of him.

Both Egil and Odin could feel that their affection for them was friendly to the point of liking them, and that it tended to increase gradually. Not to mention Hindenburg, who forcefully kissed himself as soon as he came out. It was unbelievable to say that this affection was not more than liking him.

Although it is said that feelings cannot be measured by numbers, which are cold, ruthless, and unfair ideas that focus on interests, numbers are the most fair and just measurement and can best reveal the situation at a glance, because numbers do not lie, one is one and two is two.

Numbers will not lie, just like you just can’t do math, physics, or chemistry, even if you’re pushed to the limit, unless you study statistics.

"The past was the past and the present is now! Just because I didn't like you this much when you first came out doesn't mean I don't like you now!!"

"Anyway, you belong to me, Prince Rupprecht! I call you Commander, and you were the one who woke me up. You have to fulfill all my one hundred wishes!"

"My first wish is - you have to like me, and you belong only to me. My name must be on your marriage list!"

Hearing his doubts about himself, even though the commander said that he found it difficult to control his happiness, Prince Rupprecht still squeezed Blücher aside and sat on his lap face to face.

Two slender and attractive long legs are bent and kneeling, revealing the soft soles of the feet wrapped in delicate white silk, with the pink flesh color showing at the heels and toes.

The open black sleeves and the white bra sliding down her shoulders make her chest look particularly seductive. If you are not careful, you will stare at the white and deep cleavage, which makes people unable to resist making mistakes.

Especially those shoulders and armpits that are as smooth as jade, which make people want to lick them.

Prince Rupprecht locked his hands around his neck, pouting his childish face with pride and arrogance, staring at him with dissatisfaction, but he felt particularly happy because of the directness of his gaze.

"...The first wish is possible, the second is not. The third is possible, but it will take longer."

"No, you diverted the subject. What I meant was..."

"You don't have to worry about so much. All you need to know is that I like you now. No rejection is allowed!"

When Jiang Zheng was thinking about getting to the bottom of things, Prince Rupprecht simply straightened his waist and pressed his whole body against him. Of course, the most important thing was to use his chest to block his mouth so that he would stop talking so much.

In fact, at the beginning she wanted to use a tough approach to make Jiang Zheng surrender to her, so that she could give him a sweet treat while hitting him with a stick, and use psychological offensive to make Jiang Zheng feel afraid of her.

At the same time, you can't help but touch him, and in this way you can completely possess him as your own, not allowing others to touch him, and make him desire you.

But seeing that the commander had awakened so many ship girls, including the wedding ship, and his indifferent look at the beginning, Prince Rupprecht panicked. Naturally, he couldn't use that method, so he turned around and went straight.

Anyway, it's a sugar-coated bullet. The sugar coating has been eaten and the bullet has been thrown out. In this case, the fastest way is to change direction and hit a straight ball.

As it turned out, Prince Rupprecht was right. After she took the initiative to launch the facial cleanser offensive, Jiang Zheng stopped talking and instead hugged the girl's slender waist in his arms, enjoying her direct attack.

Since she wants me to shut up, then I should just shut up.

However, such an approach would naturally cause dissatisfaction among others, especially Blücher and Egil. The former was because he was squeezed out and sat on Hindenburg's lap, puffing up his cheeks and glaring at the villain who monopolized the command in front of him; the latter was excluded because of her rude words at the beginning, and now he felt annoyed when he saw what she was trying to achieve.

Seeing her succeed is more painful than seeing myself fail.

What's more, he is just a cricket, Prince Rupprecht, who dares to do this. He really doesn't take her, Egil, seriously.

Hindenburg, who was sitting next to Jiang Zheng, looked at the blushing Ruprecht and the enjoying Jiang Zheng with interest. Although he said nothing, the pair of heart-shaped tails behind him slowly wrapped around his wrists.

Chapter 151 Cardinal Richelieu

Dusk hour.

The Iris Theocracy—Holy Church.

The setting sun shines through the beautiful stained glass windows, and the light shines on the church floor or the long seats, making it look particularly holy.

The huge church was quiet and sacred, without any noisy noises or moving figures. There was only a figure standing in front of the statue, with his eyes closed and a pious expression. He wore a red quadrangular hat on his head, a red robe of the same color, and held the Lorraine Cross flag and the Bible in his hands.

But what is puzzling is that the statue the bishop is facing has no face and cannot be seen clearly. It is unknown whether it is a man or a woman, and its appearance is unknown. It cannot be looked at closely, as if it is some kind of indescribable existence.

But the bishop's piety is undeniable, because she is a cardinal of the Theocracy, and no one dares to question her faith. She is also the leader of the Free Iris fleet.

Cardinal Richelieu, the lead ship of the Richelieu-class battleship.

After a few minutes, Richelieu slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as gorgeous as those of a bougainvillea, he looked ahead and slowly exhaled.

Today's prayers have ended.

Before leaving the statue, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window day after day, Richelieu did not want to appreciate it at the moment. Instead, he thought of his sister. He had some small disagreements with her recently. Although they were not big, they would accumulate little by little and cause misunderstandings. You know, there are many things in the world that lead to dramatic changes in relationships because of misunderstandings at the beginning.

A thousand-mile long dike can be destroyed by a small amount of ants.

Richelieu felt powerless and helpless about this situation, but fortunately such a thing did not happen.

Richelieu withdrew his gaze and was about to put the Bible and the Cross of Lorraine flag back into the ship when he heard a "trampling" sound, which was the sound of iron boots. He slowly turned his head and saw a companion with gray hair shawl, wearing a blue and white long skirt and a white cape, holding a cross lance and wearing iron boots, walking towards him. He exuded a temperament that should not be underestimated.

Just by standing there, no one could ignore her presence.

Meeting those scarlet eyes, Richelieu smiled faintly, because the visitor was a knight, a knight awakened by her personally and who should not exist in this world.

"Louis IX, my Templar Knight, as a believer, what is your purpose? Or perhaps you are here to complete your unfinished prayers?"

Maintaining a faint smile, she stopped putting away her things, turned around and looked at Louis IX, asking her why she came.

Of course, praying was a joke. Although it happened in the church, it was just two people interacting with each other. Richelieu still tried his best not to let himself be in a high position and not understand people's hearts.

Her country was destroyed by the previous king who did not understand human nature, even though Richelieu was just a devout believer.

"Bishop, I have finished praying to God. This is a daily routine. I am here to report something important to you, Bishop."

Coming in front of Richelieu, Louis IX slowly knelt down, and the white cloak behind him fell down. He raised his head, clasped his hands together, and his scarlet eyes were filled with integrity and justice, a look that could not be violated.

"There is no room for lies before the gods. Speak, Templar, and I will listen to what you have to say."

Richelieu opened the Bible, holding the Cross of Lorraine flag, his eyes fixed on the face of Saint Louis, who still had that faint smile on his face.

Although the Knights of Saints should kneel before the Pope, there is no Pope here, and no one dares to be Pope in the Church. So as a cardinal, Richelieu naturally has the Pope's agent and accepts the piety of Louis IX, even though he had said that this was not necessary.

"Yes, Bishop."

"Today, not long ago, within the autonomous region of the Iron Blood Navy, a strong turbulence and chaotic electromagnetic field occurred. The sound produced could be felt even from a great distance. If it goes as expected, it should be that Iron Blood and his team are conducting an unknown experiment."

"But from the news I heard recently, there is a human male named 'Jiang Zheng' who was able to come into contact with the iron-blooded ship girls and survive, and he has formed an incredible marriage relationship with the ship girls. I also heard that he can possess our abilities... awaken the ship girls."

Louis IX reported what he had learned and said the information he had obtained and accurately screened, but he used questioning grammar in the last sentence, expressing an inaccurate view of the news.

After all, for Louis IX, ship girls and humans cannot exist together at all. Even if the ship girls are top-notch in appearance, when their lives are in danger, any creature will choose life.

And now a human being has appeared who can be contacted by ship girls, and in less than two months he has obtained the royal title of the Sardinian Empire and the title of the Iron Blood Empire respectively. The former is named Vittorio Veneto, and the latter is named Prince Eugen.

Those who knew of his existence and wanted to investigate him were afraid to do so because the matter was suppressed by the joint efforts of Veneto and Bismarck. Some of the cases even turned back to them during the investigation, so anyone could be said to be unclean.

They just suppressed it forcefully, saying they would not let any news leak out, but where in the world is there a wall that is impenetrable? Some things do not come out of nowhere.

As a ship girl, Louis IX still has many privileges, and this is the information she can get.

After hearing Louis IX's report, Richelieu looked ahead at the church door, thinking about related things in his mind, and then slowly spoke out.

"An experiment... We all know about Iron Blood's ambition, but we didn't expect them to act so quickly. It doesn't really matter, though. As the Royal Family grows stronger, the world will become increasingly turbulent. This is merely a precursor to the coming storm, and Iron Blood refuses to lag behind anyone."

"The important thing is the human named Jiang Zheng... Let's continue investigating. Is there anything else?"

"Also... Iron-Blooded Bismarck extended a cordial invitation to our Iris Fleet, stating that he wanted to deepen relations with us and provide relevant support via telephone."

"...interesting"

It was rare for Richelieu to say something interesting. His eyes showed favor and he withdrew his gaze. He had to know what kind of virtue Iron Blood was. As an enemy or a friend, he naturally knew what they were thinking.

Is this a show of force? Or a one-on-one meeting? Or is it a real fight?

It does not matter.

"I understand. Then, as the leader of the Iris Theocracy's fleet, I, Richelieu, will accept this invitation from the Iron Bloods and see what they intend to do."

"Yes, Bishop."

Louis IX lowered his head and accepted the cardinal's order.

Chapter 152 White Eagle: Choose to wait and see, they can't do anything

White Eagle - In the White Eagle Shipgirl Autonomous Region.

Not in the Pentagon, nor in some white palace, few people know that the main talker and decision maker of the White Eagle is actually a lolita ship girl named Saratoga, who is a Lexington-class aircraft carrier with the hull number CV-3.

Of course, her true identity is not only the leader of White Eagle, but she is also a secret idol, but she has not debuted yet.

Now, Saratoga, who is the leader of White Eagle and also an idol, is scratching his head in his own office building.

She wore a small hat that looked like a ship's chimney, and her pink twintails tied with a black bow headband and the long hair on top of her head swayed as she became increasingly irritable. Her cute, childish, and slightly chubby face had a hint of maturity that belonged to an older person, but it was still difficult to conceal her small and cute figure that looked like a junior high school student.

Her two fleshy legs swayed gently from side to side, and she was wearing black stockings, which had a temptation and behavior that was somewhat not suitable for her childish appearance.

Holding a pen in his left hand and moving the mouse with his right, he looked at the information on the screen. After clicking it and taking a quick look, his cute face frowned, and his pair of lovely big purple eyes narrowed immediately. Then he muttered to himself:

"How could this happen? Why did it become like this? What on earth are they doing?! President, that old Biden! Suppress him harshly!"

"If all else fails, send out the tanks! Can't you even think of such a simple solution?!"

Looking at the important things sent in the message, Saratoga's face was full of anger, and she said words that were not consistent with her cute appearance at all. Instead, she was scolding the president of White Eagle.

As for the president on the dark side, of course there is none, but Saratoga has the ability to kick the president out of the palace and replace him with someone else the next day.

The veteran wasn't dead, but he was a little bit sticky.

After casually perfunctorily dealing with the situation, Saratoga stopped caring about domestic affairs. Originally, she was only in charge of the Navy Department and had nothing to do with the human world. However, due to some conflicts of interest, she was forced to change from a weak and frail ship girl to a "shadow president" operating in secret.

Thinking that the cut had to be made, Saratoga closed the information window. The automatic door had already opened, and a blonde, blue-eyed, graceful and elegant woman came over. She was wearing a navy women's summer uniform, with a faint smile on her face. She came to her with two cups of steaming hot coffee in her hands.

"Saratoga, do you need a cup of coffee?"

"Oh! Thank you, North Carolina! Phew! It feels like Sister Sara is back to life. I'm just a small, unknown, adorable idol. Why would Saratoga do this?"

Suddenly showing a relaxed expression, Saratoga took the coffee handed to her by North Carolina, took a light sip, and felt that her whole body was sublimated. Then she stared out the window and muttered to herself.

"No way~, White Eagle can only rely on Saratoga now. Although there is nothing wrong with other people taking the lead, but in the end, Saratoga, you still have to do the best job."

North Carolina smiled sullenly, with a helpless smile, praising the petite pink Saratoga in front of her.

"Hmph! They're all like idiots. All they do every day is fight, fight, and fight. They're training every day, but they don't come here to learn these things!"

"I really want to go out and play like my sister! Sister Sarah is just a weak, pitiful, innocent little girl, but why should she bear all these things?! The documents are coming in full force, and we at White Eagle don't have anyone available."

Ignoring North Carolina's praise, Saratoga continued to babble, and the whole ship girl was emitting a melancholy atmosphere, as if it was about to take shape.

Hearing this, North Carolina couldn't help but shake her head, because what Saratoga said was both right and wrong.

There are people who are capable of taking over, but none of them can do as well as Saratoga. In this case, Saratoga naturally becomes the best choice.

Of course, the most important thing is that many of the White Eagle ship girls are more playful and are unwilling to sit in this position. It would be better for them to travel around with a limiter.

As for danger, North Carolina believes that the ship girls are not dangerous, but others are particularly dangerous. Not activating the ship equipment does not mean that they cannot exert a tonnage-level force.

After complaining, Saratoga continued to sip her coffee. After working for a long time, one needs to rest. Even though she is a ship girl, it does not mean that she does not need to rest.

"By the way, Saratoga, do you know the human 'Jiang Zheng'?"

"Jiang Zheng? Oh~, I know this, but I didn't investigate deeply. But the information I got is that he can ignore the radiation of our ship girls, which is very impressive."

As soon as Saratoga heard some interesting news and information, she became happy, her eyes narrowed with joy, and she was very interested in that person.