Commander, you smell so good.

Seeing the victorious sisters coming over, Jiang Zheng moved her away, leaving Lu Zuofu to watch with dissatisfaction, and then she was stunned the next moment.

As the winners, Pola and Zara ignored the gazes of the surrounding ship girls. Instead, they took out small packages of jelly, opened them, put them in their mouths and chewed them, then looked at Littorio behind Jiang Zheng.

"Okay, dear, now it's time for the game."

"Guess what game requires you to hold jelly in your mouth? If you guess right, there's a reward. If you guess wrong, there's a penalty~"

Littorio appeared behind Jiang Zheng and said this while biting his ear. At the same time, he looked at the sisters with flushed faces happily and asked Jiang Zheng for his answer.

"Um...I don't know."

Shaking his head, Jiang Zheng gave a poor answer, but he soon understood what it was.

Zara looked at Pola, then tore off his final defense and started fighting without saying a word, causing the ship girls present to exclaim in surprise.

"The answer is, it's actually called Crystal Love~"

Chapter 181 No one can stay out of this storm

"What times have changed? What are you talking about?"

"Don't say those incomprehensible words!"

In his bedroom, Jean Bart, who was originally enjoying foie gras and fine wine, sat on the spacious and comfortable sofa, looking at the rare personal enjoyment ceremony he had arranged in front of him.

As a result, a call from Richelieu interrupted Jean Bart's wonderful private dinner. Moreover, he had to listen to her words that were full of enigmas and confusing, making him feel confused and ignorant.

Now Jeanbart was in no mood to eat. She extinguished the candle on the candlestick and turned on the ceiling light. The bright white light gradually lit up, illuminating her arrogant bedroom.

On the exhibition stand were several beautiful small-scale ship models, several exquisite-looking ship swords, blue and white porcelain placed in glass cabinets, and a slowly growing but unusually green welcoming pine.

There are also several bottles of unopened fine wines, including the famous Iris-style Hennessy Brandy and the royal wine Napoleon.

But at this moment, Jean Bal was no longer in the mood to appreciate it. Instead, he casually lay on the expensive sofa, lying on his side with his face supported, and looked at the projection of the communicator with a complicated expression.

Facing Jean Bart's questioning, Richelieu glanced at her current posture, sighed silently, lowered his head to look at the Bible, and then slowly began to speak.

Jean Bart, do you know? I met an incredible person in Iron Blood today."

"No, it should be said that there is something that shouldn't exist in this world."

"If gods really exist, I'm afraid they wouldn't tolerate her presence."

Listening to his sister Richelieu's mumbling, Jean Bart frowned, subconsciously thinking that she was going to start talking about the uselessness of emptiness again. However, what she said about the non-existence of gods unexpectedly made Jean Bart curious, and his expression relaxed a little.

Because he was not interrupted, Richelieu continued to speak, words coming to his lips as memories came to mind.

"She is a seven-headed dragon of fire, and also one of the seven fallen angels."

"She had horns on her head, a tail, evil eyes and features, and long blood-red hair."

"She gives me the feeling of Satan."

When describing the moment he saw her, Richelieu felt as if he had seen the existence described in the Bible for the first time. Such an existence that frightened people at first sight, the shock it brought was indescribable.

The iron-blooded cruiser, Hindenburg, a real big devil.

Richelieu didn't know why such a thing could appear in such an era, in such a turbulent century, in the confusing European continent. Her sudden existence was as if she was specially summoned, descending into the world, bringing deep pain to this world.

But she was very puzzled that such a being that could cause disasters could live peacefully in Iron and Blood. What was even more confusing and surprising was that the great devil did not seem to do anything to cause natural disasters. Instead, he stayed calmly beside someone, suppressing his unstable emotions and strength.

After analyzing and learning all this, Richelieu knew that the world was about to change.

"Satan? ...Sister Richelieu, are you awake?"

When he heard about the existence in the Bible for the first time, Jean Bart laughed and couldn't help but question Richelieu, the person involved. How could such a being as Satan exist? Isn't this recorded in the Bible?

To her, so-called prayer is meaningless because God does not exist, but there is nothing wrong with praying from the heart for the one you love. God does not exist, but she is everywhere.

Besides, who knew if the so-called Bible was just some self-indulgent creation? Jean Bart was still somewhat skeptical.

But this sentence cannot be said in front of her sister who is a cardinal, otherwise she will definitely be taken away for a lecture and asked to copy ten Bibles by hand.

"I am sober, Jean Bart"

"Times are changing, becoming something beyond our observation. No one can stay out of this storm."

"In that case, since Azur Lane was merely forced into a structure, what does it matter if one more party appears? Since chaos is bound to occur, how about making the storm even more intense?"

Ignoring her sister's questioning, Richelieu closed the Bible and put it down, but did not put down the flag in her hand. The Lorraine Cross flag composed of tricolor and a cross was gradually rising in the wind. Richelieu looked at the night sky and saw a star twinkling. Her pupils suddenly widened and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She had a revelation.

However, compared to Richelieu who already had some ideas, Jean Bart still felt something was wrong. If it were in the past, she would have gone over to check it out in person, and she would have judged everything with her own eyes.

But now she is the only one who can hold great power in the Ministry of the Admiralty of the Church. Since her sister Richelieu is not here, she is the current largest flagship. She cannot leave the autonomous territory of the Ministry of the Admiralty at will.

Otherwise, if human society comes to ask, although we can tell them all to get out, it will be very troublesome to explain.

And most importantly, Jean Bart saw her smile. As a cardinal, Richelieu showed a sincere and genuine smile. Moreover, it must be a big deal to make such a devout religious person change her mind so quickly.

For a moment, Jeanbal didn't know what to say, but what she knew was that the next thing would require her cooperation.

"...Jean Barr, I need you to do something"

"Say it, I'm listening."

After feeling a little better, looking at the slightly cooled foie gras on the table, Jean Bal sat up, picked up the knife and fork and gently cut through the foie gras, then put it into his mouth. The texture was smooth and melted in his mouth, with a mellow and rich oil flavor and a rich layered taste, accompanied by fragrance. The unique flavor made Jean Bal feel much better.

So even when Richelieu shouted, she did not look up, but continued to taste the delicious foie gras and fine wine, enjoying the rare moment.

"I need you to prepare everyone in the Iris Fleet. Perhaps an important guest is coming to us."

"it is good"

After the simple word was finished, there was no further development, and all that was left was the silent sound.

Finally, Richelieu gave Jean Bart a meaningful look before he cut off the communication. Since she didn't want to talk to him anymore, then let it be for now.

After the communication was disconnected, Bal enjoyed the meal, gently wiped the residue from the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and prepared to do what she had arranged.

Just as he was about to take action, Bar remembered what Richelieu had said.

Wait! Who's coming over?

Chapter 182 The Change of the World

After the beach party, time passed little by little. At the same time, Richelieu, who had an unfriendly attitude towards the new fourth-party military organization, gradually changed.

If I have to say, the most obvious thing is the relationship between Jiang Zheng and the Iris ship girls. From the beginning, it was only Algeria and Louis IX who took the initiative to contact him, and the other ship girls also had some interactions with him.

After learning about his abilities and ideas, Iris had a much better impression of him. Even Dunkirk, who had initially been quite critical of him, was pleased with him and took the initiative to invite him to her room.

Of course, he was not the only one in the room, there were other ship girls, such as Triumph and Joffre.

The former came to enjoy Dunkirk's desserts, while the latter came at the invitation of a pastry chef and took the opportunity to take a closer look at someone.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, this is the macaron I made specially for you, come and try it."

"Thank you, Dunkirk. So this is a macaron? Hmm~, it tastes good. It's delicate and small, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It's a very nice little dessert."

Pick up a piece of pink macaron, a slightly crispy little cookie filled with cream and jam. Its small and cute appearance is irresistible and you just want to eat it in one breath.

If I had to say, it has some similarities with a certain Leo, but the taste of the two is indescribable.

Seeing Jiang Zheng's smile because of the delicious food made Dunkirk smile as well. It had nothing to do with his status or any other factors. As a pure pastry chef, seeing the diners smiling after eating the desserts she made herself was the greatest respect for her.

Triumph standing by was like a princess, picking up the macaron with graceful movements, slowly putting it into her mouth, savoring the sweetness and chewing it carefully. Only after she finished eating did she nod to Dunkirk.

Very perfect.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, the macarons are a bit too sweet. Although I have used slightly sour jam to neutralize it, I still recommend drinking a cup of fragrant black tea. This is the true meaning of afternoon tea."

After seeing Jiang Zheng finish eating, Dunkirk promptly brought him the black tea she had brewed and placed it within his reach.

Without knowing other people's appetites, Dunkirk felt that black tea was indeed the best choice.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Dunkirk, it smells so good..."

"So, is there anything you want to talk to me about privately?"

After Jiang Zheng took a sip of the black tea, he put down the cup, clasped his hands together, and looked at the three people in front of him with a gentle smile on his face, especially Dunkirk who had a happy expression just now.

Now that we've eaten the biscuits and drunk the tea, it's time to get down to business, right?

Jiang Zheng remembered that he was invited by them when he was playing with Xibeifeng and Nanbeifeng in the morning, and he probably knew what was going on.

They simply came here to discuss the alliance with Iron Blood, Sardinia, and Iris, but logically, Veneto and Bismarck should be consulted about such matters.

There's no point looking for him.

Dunkirk didn't rush to answer. He simply raised his hand to lift the hair hanging down on the side of his face and tuck it behind his ear. He sat up straight, with his towering bust lifted up in front of him, and his hands calmly placed on his thighs.

Only then did Dunkirk's expression become a little more serious, but he still maintained a friendly attitude.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, I want to ask you something."

"That's how you feel about religion?"

Jiang Zheng was slightly stunned and leaned back slightly after hearing Dunkirk's question. Then he realized that she was not asking him about some things about the alliance, but about religion.

At this moment, Jiang Zheng didn't know how to answer, because he generally didn't believe in things related to religious beliefs.

If we really have to have faith, it is probably the red five-star flag and the flag combining the sickle and hammer.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zheng also sat up straight and looked into Dunkirk's eyes. Her rose-like beautiful eyes bloomed with her charm, making people want to understand her depth.

“My answer is, I don’t really watch it.”

"Whether it's religion or personal, everyone has something to believe in. It doesn't matter what it is. I won't be biased."

"Is this an answer acceptable to you?"

After expressing his more correct and true thoughts, Jiang Zheng looked at Dunkirk's expression seriously, wanting to see what she would think next.

Dunkirk showed a relieved expression. Although it was a little different from what she had imagined, it was still within an acceptable range.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang Zheng, you know there are indeed many things in this world that are beyond our control, but this is not a reason to give up hope and pursue beautiful things."

“The same is true for religion. Everyone can have something they believe in, no matter what form it takes.”

Not only Dunkirk, but also Triumph and Joffre also showed a faint smile, agreeing with what they said.

Only Jiang Zheng didn't understand. Looking at Kaixuan and Xiafei, he wondered what was going on in this situation that only he couldn't understand.

"Sorry~ Jiang Zheng, I deliberately asked them to do this, I hope you can forgive me."

When Jiang Zheng was at a loss and couldn't understand the atmosphere, the half-closed door of the bedroom was opened, and a golden figure walked out that Jiang Zheng had seen many times, Richelieu.

She walked slowly to Jiang Zheng's side and sat down, with an expression of approval and a smile on her face. She didn't hold the Bible in her hand, smoothed her skirt, and spoke apologetically.

Jiang Zheng nodded, but his gaze lingered on Richelieu's pair of red stockings. Every time he looked at them, he felt a little festive.

"But why would you do such a thing? If you were Cardinal Richelieu, I wouldn't refuse you if you asked me your true opinion."

Jiang Zheng looked away and met her eyes, saying in a questioning tone that there was no need to ask about such things.

Richelieu shook his head and nodded, disagreeing with what he said but not denying it.

"As a leader, I can't judge everything with simple judgment. Everything happened too fast, faster than expected."

"Although you weren't involved in this, the alliance between Sardinia and Iron Blood was formed because of you. I'm aware of Sardinia's rapid development and Iron Blood's thriving growth."

"And, the most important thing is your idea, Jiang Zheng, now I have verified it."

At the end, Richelieu said nothing more, but stood up, still as dignified and pious as ever, and spoke slowly to him.

“I think the world needs a change”

"And, I need your help, Jiang Zheng"

Chapter 183 Bloody Mandragora

Finally, with the efforts of all parties, Richelieu, the cardinal, leader and first flagship of the Iris Theocracy, finally signed a cooperation agreement with Bismarck, Veneto and others inside the diplomatic reception hall, praying for the future and forming an alliance.

And this was formed right before Jiang Zheng's eyes. Seeing them shaking hands after reaching an agreement, he couldn't help but nod.

In the end, the so-called Axis Powers was finally reached and could be renamed the Red Axis.