Azur Lane Under the Stars

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"I didn't know what you liked when I came, so I made some desserts and cakes myself and brought them over. I hope you don't mind." Dunkirk handed over a beautifully packaged cake box with both hands.

Binjiang was overjoyed: "How could that be? The pastry-making skills in Dunkirk are master-level. You can't usually get to eat them even if you want to."

Brest asked in surprise, "Don't you not eat snacks?"

“I remember you said that snacks and other pampering things will rust your skills and you shouldn’t eat too much of them,” Brest said with concern.

Binjiang was slightly taken aback, feeling a warmth in her heart. It was rare that this companion remembered what she had said. Oh no, she suddenly felt a little guilty about trying to trick her back to the port area. What should she do?

But the next sentence made Binjiang's face darken.

"So, don't eat any of these. Give them to me. I don't care if my fists and feet rust."

Brest has an attitude of "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

So after all this fuss, you're trying to hoard all the snacks meant for both of us? Seriously, Brest, I really want to go back half a minute and strangle that feeling of warmth and guilt I had earlier.

Binjiang forced a smile and grabbed Brest's head: "Say that again?"

"...Let's eat together."

Feeling the large hand above his head tightening, Brest immediately chickened out.

Richelieu and Dunkirk watched with great interest; Brest's character, well, it's really something to admire.

It's true that work and daily life are two different people.

However, there are quite a few girls like this in the port area. Just look at those dream-like girls from Free Iris. On the battlefield, they are vicious and terrifying, extremely brave and skilled knight princesses, but in daily life...

Each one is more useless than the last.

What is this? The curse of the free iris?

Richelieu put the cake from the box in the refrigerator, and then invited Hama and Brest out to dinner, with Richelieu and Brest paying.

We found a Western restaurant in a commercial street, and the group ate and chatted, but Binjiang didn't quite like the food.

While eating steak, he even said directly, "Do you have chopsticks? I'm not used to using these things."

Richelieu chuckled, “Binjiang, you really are like that girl from Fushun. You’re not used to using knives and forks, so you just use chopsticks, which are actually more convenient than knives and forks.”

For the Eastern Huang ship girls, using chopsticks as knives and easily turning a large piece of steak into small pieces of beef cubes with a few quick "whoosh" sounds is perfectly normal.

Yixian and Zhenhai could even make knives from tree leaves...

In short, watching Binjiang quickly break the food into small pieces with chopsticks and then comfortably pick them up from the back is quite a visual feast.

"Where is your commander? Why didn't he come out with you?" Brest asked.

“Commander, we’re at the temporary port we set up. We’re figuring out how to get back with the others,” Dunkirk interjected.

Because Richelieu is not good at deceiving people; you can tell at a glance that he has something to hide.

"I see. Your commander must be a very diligent person." Brest's admiration for Ren Shuo grew stronger in his mind.

A commander who travels through worlds, whose ship girls are all incredibly powerful, and who are even able to quickly establish themselves in other worlds...

If they could still easily control the Sirens and lead humanity in a counterattack, that would be a truly epic tale of heroism.

Brest hoped that his future commander would be such a "hero".

If Binjiang and Richelieu found out, what's the point of closing the distance? They'd just bring out the Purifiers, the Observers, and even the Dreamweavers and Empres, bombard them a few times, and then sink the prisoners.

This way, Brest will be more willing to cry and beg for the port area.

But we don't know that now.

"By the way, which places do you want to visit this afternoon?" Brest asked.

Are there any churches or anything like that around here?

As archbishop, Richelieu was quite interested in churches.

“A cathedral? I’m sorry, we don’t have one here, because people here aren’t very religious,” Brest said.

Binjiang picked up the conversation: "There used to be a church there, but it was burned down by angry people."

"How could this be? What happened?" Richelieu asked hurriedly.

"Well, it was around the time when the Sirens first appeared, and there was a war going on outside, so people needed something to rely on, right? So they turned their attention to the ethereal gods."

"Then, the priest of that church took advantage of this psychology to make money, and eventually the believers found out. With their faith collapsing, they gathered a crowd and burned the church down."

"This guy is definitely going to hell."

Richelieu was furious that the priests had implicated the church.

"Alright, this guy's already hanged from the lamppost, so don't be angry anymore."

Binjiang started treating pasta like Donghuang's soup noodles, slurping it up with chopsticks.

"Binjiang, how many times have I told you? This isn't how you eat it..."

Brest felt a little embarrassed. He had taught her how to use a knife and fork so many times, but she just wouldn't learn.

"Isn't it enough to just eat it? ... If you ask me, why do you guys eat Western food? One dish after another, and each plate is so big, but there's only a tiny bit of food in each one. It keeps coming and going, and before you're even full, it's all gone." Binjiang said, unable to understand.

"This is called the presentation and style of Western cuisine."

Brest tried to persuade Binjiang with his own ideas.

"Give me a break, what kind of style and presentation is this? It's all just fancy stuff... I just can't stand it." Binjiang said, resting his chin on his hand.

"It's a matter of personal eating habits. Eastern and Western eating habits are quite different," Dunkirk said.

"But the problem is, last time we had an exchange with another region, the guests were Ironblood ship girls, and what happened? This guy came up to them and said, 'Want a couple of glasses of baijiu?'"

Brest glared at Binjiang.

"We had already prepared some Iron Blood dark beer, but this guy insisted on making them drink white beer instead."

"Isn't this to let them truly experience our enthusiasm?"

Binjiang seemed a little embarrassed, and her slightly disheveled bangs fell down, obscuring her eyes.

"When we receive visiting ship girls and commanders, we do it according to their usual habits, but this guy..."

Brest, having long suffered in the riverside region, poured out all his grievances to Richelieu and Dunkirk.

"This guy, no matter what the other person's eating habits are, he just slurps noodles with garlic, and he also holds a bottle of baijiu and asks them if they want to have a couple of sips. I'm really impressed."

"Binjiang, you really are... careless about details."

Richelieu didn't know how to describe this guy, so he could only say this.

"Hey, aren't all the Donghuang ship girls from Northeast China like this?"

Binjiang's shyness came and went quickly, and she responded with a cheerful smile.

Brest slapped Binjiang's shapely, supple thigh, which was the result of regular exercise: "Nobody's complimenting you!"

"Why did you hit me? Talk to me properly, don't get physical," Binjiang said irritably. "Or do you want to spar with me? Putting everything else aside, I'll give you a Thousand Chance Umbrella."

Brest felt that these past few years had been truly difficult; he was just glad he hadn't been driven crazy by this idiot and was still alive.

Brest took a deep breath: "Alright, let's find some time later to spar one-on-one. No close combat, just free sparring. Use your ship-mounted cannons and all that, and I'll beat you to a pulp."

"Okay, okay, but don't cry if you lose!"

Binjiang smiled smugly. After the small-scale renovation and equipment upgrades in the port area, he could say that he had undergone a complete transformation. It was like replacing a Hanyang rifle with American equipment – ​​a major upgrade!

Then we'll see how you, Brest the Cricket, beat me.

"Hmph, I can't possibly lose," Brest scoffed.

"Okay then, what if you lose?" Binjiang asked, his eyes darting around.

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me, I'll do whatever you want... But if you lose, then you'll do the same thing to me, you'll do whatever I tell you to do."

Brest said.

"Okay, anything is fine, right?" Binjiang asked.

Brest and Binjiang had previously conducted naval exercises, and Binjiang had never been able to defeat Brest. Although both were research ships, Brest's training level and rarity were higher than Binjiang's, so Binjiang could only feel somewhat frustrated.

Moreover, Brest was unwilling to engage in close combat, so he had no way to get revenge.

Taking advantage of this psychology, Brest quickly agreed.

Brest said, "Anything is fine! You can treat me like a servant!"

"Then it's settled, let's set it for tomorrow... Richelieu, Dunkirk, you two be our witnesses." Binjiang subtly winked at the two women.

Richelieu and Dunkirk understood immediately; this was like someone offering a pillow when you're sleepy.

So they nodded: "Don't worry, we'll be your witnesses, we won't let anyone renege on their debt..."

The three of them secretly reached a consensus, but Brest was still imagining how he would torture Binjiang tomorrow.

Chapter 592 Brest: WTM Crack

The appointed time for the next day arrived quickly.

Brest and Binjiang brought Richelieu and Dunkirk to the training ground. Because it was a private betting match, no one was watching.

Richelieu couldn't bear to see this somewhat naive and gentle girl being taken advantage of by Binjiang, so he reminded her:

"Brest, it's not too late to back out now..."

Dunkirk gave his bishop a strange look. "No, Your Excellency, are you sure you're trying to persuade me, or are you just adding fuel to the fire?"

Sure enough, Brest, upon hearing Richelieu's words, clearly misunderstood. She raised her eyebrows and said in a coquettish voice, "Hmph, I won't lose! Getting Binjiang to agree to something for me unconditionally is harder than climbing to heaven, so I won't miss this opportunity."

Since Brest had already said so, Richelieu could no longer persuade him and could only push him away to become a witness.

Binjiang and Brest stood steadily on the sea, their ship equipment in place behind them.

I don't know what the principle is, but the Thousand Chance Umbrella in Binjiang is like a plant stuck in the soil, and it can even stand up on the sea surface.

Binjiang freed his hands, stretched his shoulders, and then asked expectantly, "Brest, are you ready?"

Are you ready to be tricked by me?

Brest casually tossed his hair, exuding confidence: "We can begin."

Like her dress, Brest's ship rigging was pure white, and combined with the soft sunlight, she looked like a compassionate angel.

"Alright, get ready, let's begin!"

Dunkirk did its job as referee well.

Binjiang charged forward, grabbed the Thousand Chance Umbrella stuck in the sea, and headed straight for Brest.

Brest, however, remained calm and composed, clearly familiar with Binjiang's "first move always wins" strategy.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and floated away. Although she looked light and airy, her speed was not slow at all. Her long skirt was like soft tassels, swaying as she walked away, and her long white legs were very attractive.

Binjiang grinned. As far as his duel with Brest was concerned, as long as he could get close to her, he would win. So everything he did was to get close to her and start a hand-to-hand fight.

It was only when facing Brest, who valued his image, that Binjiang adopted this tactic. If he had encountered that ruthless madman, even if he got close, he would probably have aimed his main gun at both of them, suffering heavy losses himself before creating distance.

The Thousand-Machine Umbrella is no joke. The umbrella rib in his hand lashed out a grappling hook-like steel cable, heading straight for Brest, with the aim of "catching" her directly.

Brest remained completely unfazed, dodging the attack with a slight twist of his body, and simultaneously firing his secondary gun at Binjiang. Binjiang, while dodging, rapidly approached Brest, displaying remarkable agility.

Brest launched a large number of smoke grenades directly onto the sea surface. When it comes to scouting targets, it is still better than other supercruise cruisers.

Although there was no visual perspective, Binjiang, as a martial artist, could determine Brest's location simply by observing the water flow, but it was still not as direct as seeing with one's own eyes.

In no time at all, the riverside was filled with kite flying for a while.

Binjiang was not in a hurry at all, because she still had a lot of things to take out.

He grinned, realizing that his Thousand Chance Umbrella had been modified.

Brest on the other side was a little puzzled as to why Binjiang suddenly stopped moving. However, in this thick smoke, the advantage was still on their side. No matter how many times, the smoke grenade and the constant dodging and kiting were the key to victory against Binjiang.

Only Brest, a research ship and a colored supercruise, dared to do this. If it were an ordinary ship girl this late, it would probably give Binjiang a chance to get close and then beat her up.

"Hmm, if we use a few more smoke grenades, we should be able to slowly whittle down Binjiang, right?"

Brest always bullies Binjiang with this kind of shameless tactics, which makes Binjiang very uncomfortable and almost makes him want to burst out with traditional Northeastern slang.

Damn it.

The Thousand-Machine Umbrella in Binjiang changed rapidly at this moment, and then turned into a... giant fan?