Azur Lane Under the Stars

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"Well, another thing is that your commander is young and handsome enough, I don't need to say anything about that, I saw him last time... after all, I'm a little bit of a looks-obsessed person." Brest laughed.

Richelieu's eyes lit up when he mentioned this: "Of course, our commander is young and promising, capable and handsome."

When others praise her commander as a double husband, Richelieu will instantly transform into a devoted fan.

Dunkirk whispered a reminder: "Calm down, Richelieu, he hasn't finished speaking yet, stay calm."

"Ahem... I'm sorry, I lost my composure..." Richelieu coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, I understand…” Brest said.

"Furthermore, it would be best if the commanders of your port district personally led a battle to repel or even sink a Siren intelligent flagship."

Brest's eyes were full of longing: "That's an essential part of an epic tale!"

Sensing the strange looks in Richelieu and Dunkirk's eyes, Brest initially thought he had set the difficulty level a bit too high. After all, the intelligent sirens he had encountered in this world were all at the level of the Arbitration Authority...

So for ship girls that haven't been heavily modified and are less than 120 levels of training, encountering them would be a nightmare.

So she quickly said, "Just repel them. If that's too difficult, then successfully stalling them for an hour is also an option."

After all, last time, even with their best efforts, they only managed to hold off a black-skinned Siren for twenty minutes. They were five research ship girls with an average training level of around 100.

Judging from the number of ship girls around this commander last time, they were probably two to three times the number of our side. So, stalling for an hour shouldn't be too difficult, but it's not easy either.

Actually, Dunkirk and Richelieu didn't think it was difficult; on the contrary, they thought it was a bit too simple.

They even want to kidnap this girl and take her back to the port area to see if the "powerful enemy" you mentioned has been thoroughly tamed by our port area.

The dream weaver who sleeps all day becomes a research lab worker, a builder who obediently dedicates himself to the science of the port, a wandering observer who runs around every day, a purifier who earns a living by being shelled, Empres who is addicted to being a waiter, and Strencus who is about to be tricked into mining.

Absolutely.

Which one do you want to take down? Pick any one, they can all be resurrected anyway...

One isn't enough; we also have set meals available.

The maid Empres plays with them, then the Observer and Strencus are bound together, with the Observer providing recording services throughout, the Builder providing the latest high-tech weapons, and the Dream Weaver controlling their hundreds of ways to die.

Oh, and we can also provide excellent cheering and applause service, dear.

Cough cough, this is a bit outrageous.

But that's probably what Richelieu meant.

But can you just say that casually? It might scare the girl, making her think that you're either a traitorous port or a pyramid scheme, and that Richelieu is a pyramid scheme leader.

Richelieu then said, "Actually, there's no need to go to such trouble. Our port has experience defeating intelligent Sirens, and we have spoils of war... I'm just afraid you won't accept it."

"Really? It seems your port is quite powerful." Brest seemed very interested. "Besides, I'm a ship girl who's lived for so many years, I've seen all kinds of storms, how could I not accept it?"

Good grief, I accidentally revealed that I'm an older single woman...

Richelieu looked at Brest strangely.

However, Richelieu explained, "This, clothes with a Siren aura... you know? The kind that's close-fitting."

Brest's curiosity froze instantly. What the heck?

"Underwear...?"

Brest was no longer curious; instead, he looked horrified. "Isn't your port a little too strange?"

To prevent his port's reputation from plummeting, Richelieu quickly explained, "There's a reason for that!"

"what reason?"

"Kids, they're just playing around, and then one day they inexplicably became very curious about whether the Siren was wearing panties, and so..."

Richelieu's gaze was somewhat unfocused, so a group of thugs ran straight into the Sirens' dormitory, pinned down the Purifier who was lying on the bed playing on his phone and eating popsicles, and stripped off his underwear while he was looking completely bewildered, before leaving triumphantly.

The whole process made someone who didn't know better think he was a repeat offender.

But Brest was skeptical. "Your kids are that strong? They can fight the Sirens?"

I think it's you adults who lead people to do these shameful things.

However, Brest was also curious about what kind of panties the Sirens wore.

So she asked, "Can I see something this precious?"

Richelieu thought to himself, "There's plenty of this stuff in the port area. Basically, this lazybones Purifier doesn't even wash his own clothes. He just throws them here and there."

He's practically a social outcast.

Dunkirk chimed in, "Isn't this to show our sincerity? So, we'll bring it out for you to see! And don't worry about us using a fake one to make up the numbers; the Siren aura on it can't be faked."

Brest was somewhat convinced: "Then I'll look forward to it."

While they were having a lively conversation, the people on the riverside were looking at Richelieu and his two companions with strange expressions.

These three people, who are discussing how to take out each other's panties for mutual admiration... they look more like a bunch of female hooligans.

After chatting for a while, Brest asked again, "To be honest, these are the things I'm most curious about in the port area... The rest are just filler, a full set of at least purple equipment, with at least one piece of gold equipment, is that okay?"

Binjiang couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you see that I've changed my gear?"

Brest said irritably, "How could I pay attention? I didn't pay attention at the beginning, and later it was all smoke grenades and paint smeared on my face, so I didn't look closely."

"Besides, with this equipment, who's going to shine all day long? It's not an exhibition. You'll dazzle yourself before you even reach the other side."

Binjiang smiled smugly: "Then you can watch now."

As he spoke, he showed off his current equipment, which made Brest's eyes widen in astonishment.

"All gold? Where did you get that?! Did you go on a robbery? Did you rob several governor's mansions?"

No wonder Brest found it hard to believe. Generally speaking, only the absolute main force of the governor's mansion or the director of the maritime bureau would have such a piece of gold equipment. With your full set of gold equipment, you must have robbed at least five maritime bureau headquarters or governor's mansions.

And you also need to be lucky enough to collect a complete set of different ones.

"I've only been here a few days, and I've already managed to rob so much stuff?"

Binjiang was smug; how could robbery compare to joining the port area?

"Are you trying to say that all of these were given to you by your commander?"

Binjiang nodded: "That's right, our commander is really amazing, he has so many of these golden pieces of equipment."

"Keep bragging. You know how rare gold equipment is, you..."

Brest wanted to continue, but her eyes were now filled with glittering gold. Richelieu and Dunkerque also revealed their ship equipment, all of them adorned with dazzling colors, and some even...

“Colorful!?” Brest’s voice suddenly rose and became stammering.

"Hmm, everyone in the port area has one of these things~" Binjiang said with a regretful look. "If I weren't a newcomer to the port area, I could have gotten a colorful main gun for you to play with."

Brest felt his worldview shattered. Wasn't gold equipment supposed to be extremely rare? Was it commonplace in that world? Or was it just that this port was so powerful?

And with Richelieu and Dunkirk's ship equipment activated, why do I feel like I'm the younger sister? Richelieu goes without saying, but what's with the feeling that Dunkirk could take care of me with one hand?

I suddenly feel very honored to be invited by such a powerful port. Just those two colorful main guns alone could probably buy half of this huge unoccupied area.

With these two sets of equipment, you could probably buy this whole area outright, right?

Without a doubt, buying and selling between regions is a very normal thing in this world.

However, to prevent Brest from having any wild ideas, Richelieu tempted him, "These gold equipment are standard equipment in our port. Unless it's some special purple equipment, we don't even look down on purple equipment. In fact, some gold equipment is called 'golden shame' by us, and nobody in the port uses it."

"Is it... really that exaggerated?"

Miss Angel swallowed hard, feeling that her future was bright.

Chapter 594 Hu De Forced to Work Overtime

As it turns out, no ship girl can resist the temptation of colorful equipment. If one can, then two; if two aren't enough, then three.

When Brest returned to his dormitory that night, he felt lightheaded and didn't even respond when his roommate Binjiang, who had come back to help tidy up the room, called him.

Brest took a deep breath and looked at the riverside being swept, feeling utterly ashamed.

She buried her face in the pillow and mumbled, "Binjiang, am I being a little embarrassing? I looked like a madman just looking at this equipment..."

You can't blame Brest. The best equipment he has is only purple. He doesn't have any plans to stay at the Maritime Bureau or join the Governor's Office. So, without a background, even if you have the ability, you can't get gold equipment.

Even if you're lucky enough to acquire this trophy at sea, politicians have plenty of ways to force you to hand it over willingly.

So when Richelieu started pulling out one colored main gun after another, Brest's legs went weak.

Then she told herself to calm down, even if it was the main gun, she could only use one... she couldn't be scared.

Then Richelieu started pulling out colorful torpedo rods and colorful fish.

Then Brest's eyes widened.

Binjiang comforted her, "What's so shameful about that? You've never seen colored equipment before. When I first saw it, my reaction was even worse than yours. I almost threw a tantrum and begged the commander to give it to me."

Although he knew that Binjiang was just trying to comfort him and had exaggerated his embarrassing incidents a little, Brest still found it very comforting.

"Hmm, no, I should be more reserved next time."

Binjiang said irritably, "Don't be so reserved. It's like telling an ordinary working-class person that you can inherit billions of dollars. If you put all that money in front of you as paper and pens, anyone would be weak in the knees."

"Do you remember that movie we watched last time? That's right, it's The Richest Man in the Potatoes. I'm not exaggerating at all. The first time I went into the equipment room in the port area, I was actually helped in. If I hadn't had some self-control, I probably would have had to be pushed in a wheelchair."

Binjiang said.

Brest rolled over from her stomach and lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling: "Is this the difference between different worlds? I always felt they were so amazing..."

"Maybe so. Besides, as compensation for messing with you and as your sister for so many years, I can give you a heads-up..." Binjiang said.

Brest straightened up, lying on his side, his waist and hips forming a perfect curve: "What?"

"You can wash up and pack your bags to join the port now. Our commander can handle everything you've asked for," Binjiang said earnestly.

"Yeah, I think so too. They talk about the Sirens without any fear. To be honest, even when Plymouth and I faced that black-skinned Siren together, my legs were shaking. They're not even in the same league."

Binjiang remained silent, not interrupting Brest's recollection, but merely curled his lip in disdain.

Although I can't beat that dark-skinned siren... I can still bully her. Strencus is a pitiful guy in the port right now, an honest man being tricked into doing this and that.

And that little one's name is... Observer, right? She said that if she were the commander, she could trick Strencus into taking maternity leave next year.

In short, apart from two shrewd ones, you can easily outsmart the other sirens in the port area.

And that hazel proof you mentioned this afternoon about defeating the humanoid siren... Seriously, Binjiang says that if you wanted, you could use a whole case of vanilla pudding to soothe your head from the Purifier's side for a whole day.

When the time comes, I'll give you a head, a siren's head. Catch it, it can even talk!

I'm afraid I'll scare you to death.

Anyway, although Binjiang has only been part of the port area for a few days, in those few days, its values ​​have been crushed and rebuilt.

In the past, it was always the same: "Oh no, the Sirens are coming! Who would dare to fight?"

Now, it's a Siren? Hmph, I'll make sure they never return!

Brest sighed and lay back down: "Sleep, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"You go to sleep, I'm going to take a shower first... Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"I've already washed it. After the exercise, the weather was cool at night, and I didn't sweat all day... It's hard to dry hair after washing it."

"I have a hair dryer from the port area here, do you want it?"

"Oh, then I'll wash first."

"Dream on."

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At this moment in the port area, Richelieu was happily reporting on the day's work. Zhenhai and Tiancheng exchanged a smile, satisfied, and crossed Brest's name off the list, while also adding Brest's name to the port area's personnel list.

Joan of Arc said, "So... we can start preparing rooms for Brest now, right?"

Richelieu nodded: "It should be fine."

"Belfa, thank you for your help." Richelieu nodded to Belfa.

Belfast smiled in response, said nothing, and silently left to tidy up the room.

"By the way, where is the commander?" Richelieu looked around but couldn't find any trace of Ren Shuo.