Commander, you smell so good.

After boarding the cruise ship to the Iris Theocracy, Jiang Zheng sat on the sofa in the lobby, feeling the fatigue from his limbs, as if he had been beaten for a long time. He rubbed his arms and thighs, which made Algeria notice his abnormality. She walked over, sat next to him, and worried in a low voice.

"Mr. Jiang Zheng, you look very tired?"

"I can't say I'm tired, I just feel a little sore, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. If you don't know, you might think I made them angry."

After saying that, Jiang Zheng glanced at Odin and Parseval who followed him, but unfortunately, the witch still had a faint smile on her face. Odin was a quiet person, and she would basically not speak unless someone asked her specifically.

So there was no response at all, and Jiang Zheng could only look away and nod to Algeria, thanking her for her care.

After receiving his thanks, Algeria didn't say much, just gave him a sweet smile and got up to leave, because the atmosphere around her obviously required her absence.

It was not until Algeria left the room that the witch sitting opposite him slowly came over and sat down next to him. She still had that faint smile on her face, but her eyes were much softer than before.

The witch took his arm on her own initiative. She was not wearing her daily white gloves. Her slender white palm gently covered the back of his hand. She crossed her legs as usual, took off her black high heels slightly, hung them on her toes, and swayed them bit by bit, which also made Jiang Zheng's eyes sway with her.

As a ship girl's body control, Jiang Zheng naturally couldn't resist the temptation from the witch. His eyes couldn't help but look at her hooked high heels, especially when she was wearing seductive black stockings. Isn't this a test for the old cadre?

"looks good?"

"It looks good... No, you witch are you kidding me."

Sensing her obvious temptation, Jiang Zheng came to his senses and snorted at her, pouting, how could she tease him like that?

If there wasn't Iris, the ship girl, on this cruise ship, Jiang Zheng would have planned to help her take off her high heels, revealing her smaller toes wrapped in delicate black stockings, and play with them in his hands to learn how to use a work of art.

"Accepting your own desires is a sign of integrity. Defeat is also a sweet happiness. Why not?"

The action of holding his arm became tighter, and because of the force, Jiang Zheng's right arm was squeezed against Parseval's plump chest. The wonderful touch like pudding made people want to play with it, but unfortunately he was controlled now.

The best choice is to ignore it, because no matter what, as long as you open your mouth, you will inevitably fall into the witch's language trap, so just don't open your mouth.

Of course, that's what she thought, but the witch was a very willful ship girl. She knew her 'familiar' was silent, but who said that just because she didn't speak was enough? She would have enough ways to make him understand what submission meant.

"Want to know what happened last night?"

"..."

"Even if you don't speak, I will tell you, just like now. The quiet silence may not be silence, but perhaps it is a buildup for the roar that will come later."

With a curved mouth, Parseval closed her violet eyes, as if she felt happy at the thought of his next action, but she chose to wait more.

She stopped shaking her high heels and changed the order of her crossed legs, making her already plump thighs look particularly charming. With a healthy color and the flesh highlighted by the stockings, she successfully attracted Jiang Zheng's attention again.

Just like a donkey hung by a carrot, it can only be toyed with in front of the witch.

Seeing the witch's temptation, Odin was not willing to be outdone and sat next to Jiang Zheng, put away the troublesome saber, and took the initiative to contact him.

......

"What's wrong? Algeria, aren't you accompanying Mr. Jiang Zheng?"

In the kitchen, Dunkirk, who was preparing condiments and thinking about what delicious dessert to make, noticed someone coming. When he saw that it was his colleague Algeria, he stopped thinking about the dessert and said with a faint smile.

However, Dunkirk's words made the frustrated Algeria look embarrassed, but after hesitating for less than a few seconds, he told her what had just happened.

"Dunkirk, I feel like my charm isn't attractive enough to Mr. Jiang Zheng, because I find his eyes rarely stay on me."

"Moreover, he seems to have a more special and deep feeling for the two ship girls, Parseval and Odin. I feel a little out of place in it."

Blinking, Dunkirk tilted her head slightly, and after confirming that the sister in front of her was really not teasing her, she looked serious, went to the towel, wiped the moisture on her hands with a clean towel, untied the apron at the back of her waist, put it away, and then came to Algeria, looked at her seriously, and finally asked a very important question.

“Algeria, are you serious?”

"I'm serious, Dunkirk. More importantly, he seemed to be looking at me with a hint of fear, even though we are friends."

In response to Dunkirk's question, Algeria nodded seriously, holding her chest with both hands to support it, so as to relieve the soreness caused by the large size. This is probably one of the most troublesome things for women, right?

Not noticing her little movements, Dunkirk now frowned a little deeper, looking at Algeria from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

To be honest, because of his initial prejudice against Jiang Zheng, Dunkirk was not very friendly to him. He was more of an observer and kept a sufficient distance, so he didn't understand what Algeria was thinking at the moment.

But this time, he really got her little thoughts and complaints, and Dunkirk really realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

Her sister was really moved.

No, ladies?!

Recalling his evaluation of Jiang Zheng, Dunkirk was very curious about what made him so attractive. He was just good-looking, handsome, and of good height. Not to mention his status. He could awaken the ship girl through the Mind Cube, and his personality was also very good. That was all.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I can understand it?

Ignoring the fact that Jiang Zheng was a man of all kinds, Dunkirk summed up his thoughts, felt that this move was feasible, and then slowly talked about it with Algeria.

"Don't worry, this cruise ship belongs to the Iron Blood Principality. Once Odin and the others return, you'll have a chance."

Chapter 188 Lris (Iris)

A few days later, when there was less than a day left to reach the Iris Theocracy, Jiang Zheng accepted the cardinal's invitation and went to her room to discuss matters together.

Although he wanted to say that he didn't care about anything, he had already accepted the invitation, so how could he refuse? So he went to Richelieu's room.

The interior decoration of the cruise ship is basically the same. Except for a few floors that have beautiful decorations, there is actually not much difference. The only difference is who lives inside.

As soon as he came in, Jiang Zheng saw Richelieu with her back to him, muttering to herself facing the window. He turned his head slightly and looked at the bottle of red wine she had specially placed. Without thinking too much, Jiang Zheng sat down in the seat she had prepared, waiting for her prayer to end.

If they were to stay in the Iris Junior High School for a period of time to deepen the cooperation between the two sides, they would naturally need him as a contact person to deepen the relationship, and it would be inevitable that he would have to know some common habits of the Iris ship girls.

And most importantly, they are loyal, pious, and religious people who are devoted to God and spend a certain amount of time praying every day.

Not to mention Cardinal Richelieu, who was the spokesperson for God, so it would naturally take even longer.

Jiang Zheng's gaze inevitably lingered on Richelieu. In their daily interactions, Richelieu always looked dignified, with a sense of authority and distance that came from her. This was her innate temperament and leadership aura.

But now, the praying Richelieu has less of her usual humanity and more of divinity, especially when she is facing the light with her back backwards. The light shines on her body, and her flowing hair is dotted with starlight, as if she is receiving blessings from God.

As Jiang Zheng was admiring her, his gaze shifted. Today, Richelieu was not wearing a quilt-like cloak, but her usual face-dressing and makeup.

Although her front could not be seen due to her prayers, Richelieu's outfit still revealed her white back and round shoulders. Looking down, one could see her slender waist, which was tied up. Below her waist, she wore a short white skirt like a flower, and the hem of the skirt was surrounded by a circle of gold hem.

Further down are her slender yet round legs. The red stockings look a bit strange, but they don’t look out of place on Richelieu. Maybe this is one of the characteristics of a cardinal?

Staring at Richelieu's legs, Jiang Zheng thought about how the cardinal's position seemed very high? In a sense, higher than that of a king?

Even though Iris no longer has a king, Louis XVI really didn't sleep for two days and two nights.

Oh no, hell suddenly started to make a joke.

Thinking of the happy things, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but smile foolishly, but he quickly suppressed his smile because Richelieu's prayer had not yet ended.

It was not until about ten minutes later that Richelieu officially stopped her prayer for the day. She turned around and looked at Jiang Zheng, who had been waiting for a long time, with a hint of apology on her beautiful face.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Jiang Zheng"

"No, a beautiful lady always has some small privileges, especially one like you, Richelieu."

Seeing her sitting opposite him, Jiang Zheng smiled gently and began to praise her. No matter who it is, they like to hear others say good things about themselves.

"Thank you very much, but if possible, I still hope that we don't get along in that way. It will create an awkward gap between us, Jiang Zheng."

After sitting down, Richelieu only smiled faintly when he heard Jiang Zheng's kind words. He used a corkscrew to unscrew the cork of the red wine with an elegant posture. Finally, with a "pop!" sound, the cork was removed and placed on the table. The red wine poured out of the bottle. After a while, the rich aroma of the red wine spread.

One third of red wine was poured into two goblets and slowly placed in front of Jiang Zheng. Richelieu then continued to look at him.

"Do you think I'm right? We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, you are right, Richelieu, we are friends."

Picking up the wine glass, he slowly shook it as the Duke of Abruzzo had taught him, letting the red wine slowly spread out. This way, the unique aroma and taste of the wine would be even better.

At the same time, Jiang Zheng also put aside the things in his mind and looked at Richelieu deeply. It seemed that the cardinal was really not here to talk about business, so there was no problem.

Not knowing what Jiang was thinking, Richelieu also drank the red wine in the glass. After praying like this, he could taste the aroma of his own red wine and slowly enjoy this rare time with the people he could get along with. This was also a kind of beauty.

The two looked at each other, raised their glasses and clinked them together, making a crisp sound, and then enjoyed the taste of the wine together.

"Did Richelieu invite me here just to drink?"

"What if I think so?"

Blinking her rose-like gorgeous eyes and revealing a sweet smile, the usually serious bishop showed a hint of little girl's cute charm, which made Jiang Zheng slightly stunned, and then nodded.

Although I was caught off guard and surprised, I can still bear it for now.

Better do it again.

"Haha~, Jiang Zheng, you're really interesting. I rarely see someone like you who doesn't care about me. To be more precise, you don't care about my identity."

Taking another sip of the red wine in the glass, Richelieu supported his face with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the scenery outside the window. It was already sunset time, and the waves on the sea were sparkling and magnificent, like a sea covered with gold, with the unique charm of the ocean.

She is beautiful, she is profound, and she shows her good and bad sides to the world.

"I think I've said this before. To be precise, I don't have that many ideas, right? No, I should say I don't have many ideas. It would be great if we could all get along like friends. But you know, there are so many things in life that don't go as planned."

As if affected by her current mood, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

Who could have imagined that a flexible worker would become what he is today? But it cannot be denied that it is more desirable now and in the future than before.

His edges have been smoothed out and he has become all kinds of people.

"Alice"

"?"

"This is the meaning of iris, and it's also what some of my closest friends call me."

Turning around, Richelieu spoke softly, with his eyes showing his unclear feelings. This was the most intimate name for her.

Chapter 189 Brest Port

A day later, the Iron Blood cruise ship that Jiang Zheng was on arrived at the famous Brest port of the Iris Theocracy and slowly docked. Jiang Zheng stood by the railing on the deck, looking at the Iris ship girls who were escorting the cruise ship, and the ship girls who were waiting for him and others at the port.

He was wearing a clean white suit, with Parseval and Odin standing on his left, Richelieu and the Knight Triumph on his right, and the rest of the ship girls were escorting the cruise ship until it docked safely.

Taking the elevator down and leaving the cruise ship, Jiang Zheng looked at several ship girls walking towards him not far away. This sense of déjà vu reminded him of his previous visit to Iron Blood.

It's a familiar scene.

With a small sigh in his heart, Odin noticed that Jiang Zheng showed a hint of nostalgia. He felt a little strange but did not ask, instead he looked at the witch.

The latter tilted his head slightly, puzzled by Jiang Zheng's sudden nostalgia. It must be because he felt complicated after leaving Tiexue and having to stay in Iris for a while.

It was not until Jean Bart, the leader, led Vauquelin and La Galissonnière to them, and looked at Jiang Zheng deeply with curious eyes, that he looked at his sister Richelieu.

Richelieu nodded, with a faint smile on his pretty face, but said nothing.

Now Jean Bart is in charge of everything, and he is just a cardinal who is responsible for accompanying him.

After understanding her attitude, Jeanbal shifted her gaze again, looked at Jiang Zheng and extended her right hand towards him, performing the etiquette reception that she did not like very much.

"Richelieu-class battleship, Jean Bart, currently serving as acting leader of the Iris Fleet, welcome to the Iris Theocracy, Ministry of the Navy."

"Hello, Jean Bart, I'm Jiang Zheng. I'm here because I accepted Richelieu's invitation and for some related cooperation matters. I hope we can get along well in the coming period."

After shaking hands gently, he loosened his grip and said some written words. He just let Bal look at his right hand after shaking hands, and then looked at his expression with a faint smile, which was a bit incredible.

This is actually true. There are humans who are immune to the radiation emitted by ship girls?

"What's wrong? You look a little confused, Miss Barr."

"It's not Jean Bart, it's Jean Bart. Never mind, I won't argue with you about this. Please follow Walkerlin to the reception hall, my friends from the Iron Blood. I will be there later."

After correcting his name, Bar turned to a girl in a short jumpsuit holding a double-pronged gun.

The man named Walkerlan nodded deeply as if he had received a mission, came to Jiang Zheng, and raised his hand to make an invitation.

"Everyone, please follow me, we will treat you well."

"Excuse me for disturbing you then."

"Hey, you're welcome~"

The tone suddenly became cute, and the ship girl named Walkerlan blinked her big wine-red eyes, and a friendly smile was visible on her face. Even the long red hair on the top of her head couldn't help but tremble, looking very cute.

Jiang Zheng had seen Walklan's curious look on his face many times before, so he naturally didn't care about it. So he took the witch and Odin to the reception hall, although there was actually no need to do so.

Jean Bart, who had remained silent until Jiang Zheng and the other two left, looked at Richelieu. Jean Bart seemed to want to say something but hesitated, which made Richelieu smile slightly. He looked at his sister and wanted to ask him some questions.

Jeanbal originally had something to say, but when he saw his sister like this, he couldn't say anything he wanted to say. He crossed his arms over his chest and finally just sighed.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. Now that things have come to this, I've already brought the person here. Do you think I'm joking?"