Commander, you smell so good.

Jiang Zheng laughed it off, letting the relationship between the two sides calm down for the time being and treating what had just happened as nothing could be done.

However, the next moment, Saint Lu IX's words put the matter to rest.

"No, my prophet, my guide, God said that my mission has arrived. He allowed me to appear before you and said that you will show me the way. If I obey God's will, I will hold the cross spear in my hand and clear the way for me!"

He spoke in a solemn and sincere tone, once again expressing his own wishes, with a pious expression on his face, an unchanging gaze, and an unyielding firmness and fanaticism, once again expressing his allegiance and loyalty!

Having said this, feeling the questioning and eager gazes coming from all directions, even Richelieu's expression became extremely stiff. The faint smile she forced out was her last bit of persistence, and her silence hinted at her helplessness.

Saint Lu IX had already invoked God's will, so what could she, as a cardinal, do? Could she possibly transcend her position and act as God's agent to direct Saint Lu IX, who was communicating with God? That was clearly not possible.

"...Okay, I accept your allegiance, Your Highness the Paladin, Louis IX."

"Yes, Commander"

After completing the simplest allegiance ceremony, Jiang Zheng accepted Louis IX's allegiance under the gaze of the three camps. Apart from not letting her break her crutches, Jiang Zheng had no regrets.

Yes, there is no regret at all, but the ship girls looked at him with all kinds of emotions, which made people feel a little uncomfortable, even if it was not malicious.

And looking at the gazes of the Iris Fleet, led by Richelieu, Jiang Zheng felt that his life was really difficult.

Fortunately, nothing happened afterwards, except for the occasional jokes from the ship girls. Jiang Zheng went to the balcony to be alone for a while to make himself feel better.

Because when I'm with the ship girls, I can't help myself and become obsessed with women. It would be okay if I'm in front of the ship girls I'm familiar with and have had in-depth communication with, but there are still many ship girls here who I haven't had in-depth communication with, so I still have to have some shame.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, looking at the pitch-black sea level in the distance, there is only a lighthouse guiding the direction in the dark. Turning the perspective, another human city on land that is not by the sea is emitting charming starlight, and inside is the prosperity of the city.

"Is Mr. Jiang Zheng reminiscing about life in the city?"

As Jiang was staring, an unfamiliar but unusually pleasant voice sounded from behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Richelieu holding a wine glass in both hands and Louis IX standing like a knight.

Looking at Richelieu in front of him, Jiang Zheng was a little dazed. Even though he had been influenced by the beauty of so many ship girls, when he met a more unique and beautiful one, he would still subconsciously want to stare at her.

"It seems my actions have made you a little nervous, sir. But please don't be nervous. I am Cardinal Richelieu, the leader of the Iris Theocracy fleet."

"Even though you're a cardinal, you don't have to be too formal. Even I have a normal life outside of work and church affairs."

"Come, drink please"

With a faint smile, Richelieu handed over the red wine. Jiang Zheng nodded and took it, gently shaking the red wine in the glass to let the flavor come out.

"Bishop Richelieu, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I have a small question: Can Catholics drink alcohol?"

Leaning against the railing, Jiang Zheng looked at Richelieu's face and asked his first small question out of curiosity, because in his impression, Christians seemed to not eat meat, not drink alcohol, and lived a life like an ascetic monk.

Although it is a stereotype, when Jiang Zheng really met the most authoritative cardinal, he still wanted to know the answer to this somewhat foolish question.

"It sounds like you have a different stereotype about believers. But it's also true that if someone doesn't understand the church, it's normal to have doubts."

"The church only advocates not drinking too much and not overeating. Those you are talking about are extreme Puritans. Even the most devout believers like us cannot survive on faith alone. We also need food and wine."

With a soft smile, Richelieu walked to his side and explained to him the stereotypes he had, in order to increase their goodwill towards each other and at least avoid any misunderstandings between them.

"But then again, Mr. Jiang Zheng, could you explain to me the loyalty that King Louis IX just pledged to you? If possible..."

The situation took a turn for the worse and the truth was revealed. Richelieu smiled and wanted to know what Louis IX had just done.

Jiang Zheng was silent for a moment, then gave his own answer, which was also a high-quality answer.

"I do not know"

Chapter 164 Sister Li, Amen...

"Actually, it would be better if you asked Saint Lu IX about this matter, because her sudden action left me quite confused."

Shaking his head, he looked at Saint Luke IX standing next to Richelieu. Looking at her tall and straight figure, Jiang Zheng didn't understand what she did, because she said it was God's will.

"I've asked, and Saint Lu IX said that she heard God's call, accepted God's guidance, and came before you to pledge her allegiance."

"Then, as a cardinal, I must follow God's guidance and consider you my 'guide'."

He drank the red wine in the goblet, casually placed it on the small chair beside the balcony, came in front of Jiang Zheng, displayed the Lorraine Cross flag and the Bible, and performed the rituals of believers, but did not have to kneel.

With his eyes closed, he held up the flag fluttering in the wind with his right hand, opened the red Bible with his left hand, and muttered something, as if he had been baptized by the truth.

Seeing this, Jiang Zheng didn't know what he should do. Saint Lu IX had already come to his side, embracing the suppressed enthusiasm and faith, with his usual integrity, and whispered in his ear.

"Commander, you don't have to do anything. As our guide, you only need to lead us at the critical moment. The bishop is praying for you. May you enjoy the blessings of the Lord and Heaven."

Knowing his doubts and understanding his lack of understanding of religion, Saint Louis IX explained Richelieu's actions to him and reassured him of his concerns.

Nodding slowly and glancing at Richelieu who still had his eyes closed, Jiang Zheng turned his head to look at Saint Lu IX beside him.

Although he noticed her because of her bold and suspicious behavior just now, this time Jiang Zheng was carefully looking at the makeup of the Templar Knight next to him.

With a black veil and gray hair shawl on his head, a white theme with bright blue coloring, and gauntlets and breastplates covering his hands, Saint Lu IX gives people the impression of a fantasy believer knight, powerful and indestructible, a character who will at least have to fight hard for a long time.

Especially the beautiful face, the flowing long skirt, high boots and black stockings, which make people have inappropriate thoughts.

As soon as he met those scarlet eyes that seemed to be stained with blood, he realized that the Templar in front of him was not someone he could control. He would really die easily under the cross-shaped spear engraved with the words of God, and become a ghost in the cleansing sweep.

"Commander, what are you looking at... Is there something on my face?"

Jiang Zheng's intense and eager gaze forced Saint Lu IX to take notice. Glancing at Richelieu who was still praying, the Templar whispered, asking him why he was staring at him.

If it were the gazes of other people, Saint Lu IX would not care so much, but the existence of the person in front of her who could lead her forced her to care about that gaze, whether it was good or bad.

"Would you be angry if I told you you were beautiful?"

Jiang Zheng asked with some concern, as if he was worried that she would stab him without saying a word, just like Lu Bu stabbed his adoptive father. Although he was a little prejudiced, people or things that believed in God were generally very fickle. They might be friendly to each other when they met, but the next moment they would stab the other person in the name of God.

"My prophet, my guide, my commander... As a righteous man whom we value, please do not be concerned about my emotions."

"If it's because you're afraid of me, I can stay away from you and let you feel at peace."

Rather than his praise, Saint Lu IX noticed his worry and immediately bent down and knelt on one knee, using his actions to prove his harmlessness so that he didn't need to be afraid or worried, but it also gave Jiang Zheng a headache.

He pulled her up and looked into her scarlet eyes face to face. They were a pair of beautiful and moving auspicious phoenix eyes, upright, bright, and full of piety, with a beauty mole at the corner of her eyes.

Jiang Zheng just admired her beauty.

"I mean...what do you think when I say you are beautiful? You just need to answer me that."

"...Commander, please respect yourself."

Being stared at by him once again, and realizing that his gaze just now was exactly the same as this time, Saint Lu IX's face did not show any shyness or embarrassment, but gave her answer after serious consideration.

"Okay, I understand."

Probably understanding her thoughts, Jiang Zheng nodded slightly, expressing his understanding of her behavior. It seemed that his praise was taken as a confession.

The two remained silent. Jiang Zheng stared at Richelieu, who was still waiting to finish his conversation, while Saint Lu IX wondered if he had done something wrong. Or was there something wrong with his way of expressing himself? However, deep in thought, she couldn't come up with a simple answer to this question.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, I have prayed for you. May you receive God's attention and blessings."

After waiting for a while, Richelieu finally finished her somewhat long prayer. This was the first time she blessed someone other than her companions. Even the so-called top officials had no right to receive blessings from Richelieu.

"Thank you, Richelieu, but I don't feel anything special..."

After stretching his body, Jiang Zheng felt no change. He looked at the cardinal in confusion, but all he got was her covering her mouth and laughing, and the church's unique explanation.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, God's blessing cannot be obtained in an instant. It takes time for it to gradually become apparent. The stronger your inner yearning for God is, the more obvious the response will be."

"...Okay, thank you Sister Li, Amen..."

After sighing for a moment about what kind of idealism this was, Jiang Zheng chatted with Richelieu and then went back to the banquet hall. Although he had said in advance that he wanted to go out alone to breathe some fresh air, his ship girl would still notice if he stayed out for too long.

Watching Jiang Zheng blend back into their group, Richelieu nodded with satisfaction, her lips curled up. Personally, she still approved of Jiang Zheng.

"Saint Lu IX, do you think we need to deepen our ties with the Iron Blood and Sardinian shipgirls?"

"Bishop, I do not know these things, but I know one thing: we need the guidance of the prophet, who is our righteous man."

Saint Luke IX did not give Richelieu the answer he wanted, but she already knew what to do next.

However, what Richelieu still wanted to know was what he thought of her. Her identity had blocked too many things this time, and she hoped to get a different and eye-opening answer from Jiang Zheng.

"The distance between him and me needs to be shortened."

Chapter 165 Dragon Maid and Devil Bunny Girl (Edited)

After eating the pork elbow, Jiang sang songs and danced a few times with several beautiful ship girls. He was enjoying the wonderful time of toasting with the beautiful ship girls.

The flowers are so beautiful that they are dazzling, even the emperor is not as good as me.

However, after eating too much and drinking a lot of wine, Jiang Zheng felt a little tipsy, drunk but not completely drunk.

I went to the bathroom to run the water, and when I came out to wash my hands, I ran into Eugen. Seeing her in a one-piece black stocking, I wondered why she liked to dress like that. Shouldn't she be wearing a black skirt? But when I looked closer, I saw a pair of dragon horns growing backwards from her head.

Oh, it’s Egil.

Thinking of teasing Egil, Jiang Zheng chuckled, then slowed down his pace and came behind her, carefully, and then hugged her directly.

"Huh?! Who?! Yo, yo, yo~, isn't this the Commander? You're so bold! Did you drink too much?"

After being hugged by Jiang Zheng, Egil was shocked all over. Feeling the smell of alcohol and Hu Lai's hands on him, Egil turned his head to look at his face and saw that he looked a little drunk.

"Eugen~, Eugen wife~"

"Hey! I'm not Eugen, I just look a little similar... But if you're drunk and talking nonsense, I don't mind."

She turned around and hugged him, then looked around to see that there was no one around. Egil had an idea and secretly took him to the next room. She happened to have borrowed a key, but there was no need to know what it was used for.

There was no danger along the way until Egil successfully took Jiang Zheng to the room next to the banquet hall, closed the door and locked it to ensure that no one would know about it.

Looking at Jiang Zheng who was sleeping on the sofa, Egil smiled triumphantly. This time no one could stop her, not even Prince Rupprecht. He could only knock on the door to ask Jiang Zheng to be gentler and not to use so much force.

With fantasies in her mind, Egil thought happily, but she didn't know that when she closed and locked the door, a translucent figure followed her in.

"Okay~, now how should I deal with you~, my dear commander~, speaking of which, this place is really suitable for a tryst between the two of us~"

The sofa was very large, just like a bed, so even two people lying down wouldn't feel crowded. There was also whiskey, a set of playing cards, and round gambling chips on the small table that could be used as a substitute for cash.

In the corner of the room stood an expensive vinyl record player, beneath which lay several copies of Time magazine, and on the side a wooden bookshelf was filled with books on history and philosophy.

The walls are hung with interesting photo frames of cats, butterfly specimens, etc., and the orange light from the chandelier makes it look like the decoration of a bygone era, which reminds people of elegance.

After looking around, Egil's last gaze was on the sleeping Jiang Zheng. He licked the corner of his mouth, took out a set of white and brown clothes from his ship uniform, and prepared to give him a little surprise.

He went to the corner of the room to change his clothes, but seemed to have touched something. However, when he raised his hand to touch it, there was nothing. Egil did not care too much about it. Instead, he changed his clothes happily, which gave Jiang Zheng, who was observing secretly, a feast for the eyes.

After all, looking openly and looking secretly are two different experiences, and it can also scare her.

However, when Jiang Zheng was taking a peek, he felt something wrapping around him. He looked down and saw nothing. It felt like the Hindenburg's tail was wrapping around him.

But since he didn't even see anyone, Jiang Zheng didn't care. Instead, he waited for Egil, who had changed, to slowly come over and closed his eyes.

"Commander~ Commander~ How do you think I should punish you? You're always hanging around that Ruprecht guy, ignoring my advances, and now you're leaving me..."

"In that case, I'll just let you see the violent side of the ocean. How about a stormy, turbulent ocean?"

Lying on Jiang Zheng's body, with his hands on both sides of his head, Egil looked at his sleeping face and talked to himself. These words should only be said when he was asleep.

But the next moment, her body froze because her breasts were grabbed and kneaded by a hand. She knew who did it without even thinking.

"I'm not quite sure about the violent side, but I do understand the word turbulent."

"Also, Egil, you look really nice in this outfit, a maid outfit to boot. How about being my maid from now on? I'll treat my beautiful dragon maid well~"

Opening his eyes, Jiang Zheng saw Egil's gradually red face and frightened expression. He smiled evilly, praising her beauty while enjoying the wonderful fruits of the dragon maid.

"You, you, you! When did you wake up?!"

After being frightened by Jiang Zheng, Egil leaned back suddenly, slapped away his hand that was restless on his chest, and asked him in panic why he woke up.

Why not say it earlier? Then wouldn't everything I just said be heard?

"Actually, I haven't slept or gotten drunk, and I haven't even mistaken you for Prince Eugen, because you have a pair of dragon horns on your head."

"But, I never thought you would have such thoughts about me, Egil. Come here quickly, you wicked dragon maid."

After explaining, Jiang Zheng pinched her slender waist with both hands and watched her put on this particularly attractive maid outfit. It is said that clothes make the man, but a good-looking person is truly beautiful.

Egil, who was hit by his words, turned her head away sullenly. Her red face made her feel very annoyed. She didn't expect that she was found out, and she felt a little unwilling to accept it.

"If you don't tell me, I'm going to do it~Call me Master"

"Wow!... Master, forget it. The reason I put on this outfit is because everyone was wearing nice clothes, all kinds of clothes, but no one was wearing a maid's outfit, so I gave it a try."

"Now it seems like you like it quite a bit?"

When he kneaded the flesh on her waist, the dragon maid suddenly became weak and expressed her thoughts unhappily. Speaking of maids, only the royal family had orthodox maids, so Egil wanted to try to give him a little surprise.