Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Bismarck, in particular, looked completely satisfied and pleased, as if she were wearing new underwear for the New Year.

Everyone tried to subtly inquire about what had happened to Bismarck, but he remained silent and avoided the main point. Frustrated, they had no choice but to give up on asking.

Since Bismarck's approach was blocked, they had considered going through Ren Shuo's side, but today Ren Shuo was accompanied by Frederick the Great and Peter the Great at the royal tea house, so it wasn't appropriate for anyone to go and ask.

The main reason is that Frederick the Great had such a powerful aura.

Peter found it somewhat amusing: "So... Commander, you just cooperated with Bismarck and did something so absurd last night?"

Ren Shuo retorted, "How can this be called absurd? It can only be described as the whims of young women... Besides, you are a young, unmarried woman, don't listen to this."

Peter glared at Ren Shuo, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Your invincible time-manipulation ability was obtained from yourself and Ke Wei, and now you're disowning me and mocking me?

Damn it, I'll make you regret saying that someday!

Peter was in a fit of impotent rage.

Ren Shuo continued, "But as a master of time management, you actually come here to relax?"

Peter said, "Please don't think of me as a workaholic who only knows how to work, Commander. Besides, I've managed my time very well, and this is just my rest time."

Ren Shuo said, "Well, it's mainly because you always talk about time management and not wasting time, so I'm not used to you being so relaxed now."

Peter continued to sigh, "I always felt that the commander had some subtle misunderstanding about me."

"No, no, no, I have no misunderstanding about your expertise in time management, right, Peter Kurumi?"

"Commander, do you really think I don't know anything about these anime?" Peter chuckled in exasperation.

Ren Shuoqi asked, "How did you know? Shouldn't you be uninterested in these things?"

Frederick the Great explained for Peter: "Last time, the boy from Long Island went out with Peter to run quests. On the way, the boy from Long Island kept telling Peter about these things, and that's how Peter learned about an anime character whose appearance, abilities, and style were quite similar to his own."

"I see. As for Long Island, I might recommend it to you." Ren Shuo nodded.

Others would probably avoid Peter, the ship girl who always says things like "If you waste too much time, you won't be able to finish your work," but Long Island is different. She can recommend any girl from the port to anyone.

His illustrious achievements include, but are not limited to, promoting magical girls to corporations, promoting the Fate series to Taihou, and promoting Grand Blue to those guys from the Northern Alliance...

In short, very brave.

"What do you think of that character? Doesn't he look a lot like the character?"

Ren Shuo was very curious about Peter's opinion.

Peter sighed, "How are they similar... except for their appearance and abilities?"

"Although I'm very annoyed, she's more capable than me, and I don't have heterochromia, I don't wear Lolita fashion, not to mention, my figure is much better than hers, and also, personality, personality, I'm not that yandere, am I?"

Peter seemed to harbor resentment at being called "Peter Kurumi," and couldn't help but start complaining.

“Don’t call me that anymore!” Peter glared at him.

Ren Shuo immediately assured him, "Okay, don't worry."

But in my heart I was thinking, not calling out? That's impossible.

"That boy Hutten has been working very hard here lately," Frederick the Great said with a smile, narrowing his eyes, as he changed the subject.

"You haven't come these past few days?" Ren Shuo asked curiously.

Frederick the Great shook his head: "No, these past few days I've been helping the German team and the kitchen staff. I just changed shifts today, and it won't be my job anymore after this."

"Germany even called you in?" Ren Shuo was somewhat surprised.

Frederick the Great stroked his face and said, "After all, it's a request from a lovely child; I can't refuse."

"Really... But Hu Teng has indeed made great progress these past few days. Look, he can even smile properly now." Ren Shuo said, pointing at Hu Teng.

Frederick the Great looked in the direction Ren Shuo was pointing. Hu Teng, who had been indifferent and even frosty, was now wearing a gentle smile, which even had a hint of tenderness in it.

Well, the template is Belfast, but it also has its own style and charm.

"That's quite a change," Peter said thoughtfully. "Commander, were you trained by Belfast?"

“Yes, Belfast is very good at teaching, and I feel that Hu Teng is also very hardworking.” Ren Shuo nodded.

How could you possibly transform yourself like a different person if you didn't work hard?

"Yeah, that's impressive... Frederick, why are you crying?"

Peter was about to continue his conversation with Ren Shuo when he saw Frederick the Great wiping his wet eyes with a handkerchief.

So she twitched her lips and couldn't help but ask about Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great, however, looked pleased and happy: "Do you know how you, as parents, feel about your children's growth and changes?"

"I don't know what you're feeling, but all I know is that I'm not your child, and you're not my parent... Commander, would you like something to drink?"

Hutten slammed the menu down in front of them and then glared at Frederick the Great.

"Even growing children go through a rebellious phase?" Frederick the Great asked with a smile.

Hu Teng was too lazy to pay attention to this guy, and simply asked Ren Shuo, "So, Commander, what would you like to drink?"

Ren Shuo thought for a moment and said, "Anything is fine, just juice will do."

If you've had too much black tea, try something else.

Hutten nodded: "Okay... Peter, what about you?"

Peter casually flipped through the menu and then said, "Darjeeling tea will do."

"...And you too." Hutten looked at Frederick the Great, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Frederick the Great assumed it was just Hutten's rebellious phase and pretended not to hear it. He simply rested his chin on his hands and looked at Hutten with a hint of doting affection: "As for me, I'd like the juice you made yourself, child."

“…Okay, two glasses of juice and a Darjeeling tea.” Hutten ignored Frederick the Great’s words and continued, “Would you like something to eat? We have some cookies made by Hao that we recommend.”

"Then let's have one too," Ren Shuo nodded.

After taking down the order, Hutten went off to get busy. Frederick the Great then asked, "Don't you think Hutten is adorable? The way he complains but still cares about us is so endearing."

"...How did you figure out that this person is concerned about you?" Peter sighed, somewhat speechless.

If you're concerned about the Commander alone, that's understandable, but your biased perspective is a bit too strong.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore, or it’ll never end if Frederick keeps going… Commander, do you know the difference in income between the Royal Navy and our Ironblood?” Peter asked curiously.

Ren Shuo glanced at Peter: "What? Here to gather military intelligence for Germany?"

Peter patted Ren Shuo on the shoulder: "Come on, anyone who's interested can get a rough idea of ​​this with a little research. Gneisenau also said she has some idea about the royal family's income. We just didn't pay attention to it, and that's why we asked you."

Ren Shuo thought for a moment and said, "It seems that Ironblood is still in the lead right now."

After all, most of the people eating during dinner were at the Ironblood Tavern, and there was also a guaranteed daily expenditure from the girls of Northern Union there.

In addition, Prince Eugen also invited her drinking buddies from Sakura Empire.

Although Kaga and others weren't used to such lively scenes, they couldn't resist Prince Eugen's invitation and spent half of the past few days at Ironblood's place.

"I see... What do you think Elizabeth's reaction will be if we Ironbloods win?" Peter asked, very curious.

"Silly White... she'll probably just stay cooped up in her room until she gets hungry, and then she'll look really annoyed, like everyone owes her money. This will probably last for at least three days. Oh, and she'll keep muttering about why her Royal Navy ship girls lost or something like that?"

Ren Shuo was somewhat unsure, but this was a very normal Elizabethan-style sulking.

“I can picture it now…” Peter chuckled. “So, Commander, what about Germany?”

During this time, Charybdis brought out all the items the group had ordered and said in his signature gentle voice, "Master, your things are all served. Is there anything else you require?"

Ren Shuo smiled in response: "Go ahead and do your work, we don't have anything to do here."

"Alright, then have a nice day." Charybdis smiled gently, bowed, and left.

While drinking and chatting, Ren Shuo thought for a moment and asked, "Where were we?"

“Germany,” Frederick the Great reminded him.

Ren Shuo suddenly realized: "Right, Germany. Logically speaking, you've had more contact with Germany than I have. What's your opinion?"

Peter frowned: "To be honest, I can't quite grasp it... I always feel that Germany is somewhat... prone to changing its personality?"

"Commonly known as a show-off," Ren Shuo summarized.

Peter found it somewhat amusing, but still nodded in agreement: "Yes, Commander, so how do you think Germany will react? It's alright, we'll just guess."

Ren Shuo pondered for a moment, then said, "I think Germany will probably put on a brave front, saying things like 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,' and then make some harsh remarks in the end..."

"What kind of fantasy loser story is this? Although Germany is a bit chuunibyou, it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

Peter was somewhat skeptical.

"The main reason is that Germans have been reading similar fantasy novels lately..." Ren Shuo said.

Peter thought about it carefully for a moment, then nodded and said, "In that case, it makes sense."

This is yet another girl poisoned by novels.

“I feel quite ashamed,” Peter said, stroking his hair. “After all, in this event, Germany represents the face of our Iron Blood.”

"Put yourself in their shoes. If you had won, this wouldn't have happened... Queen Elizabeth would be the one crying and whining, and the royal family would be the ones who lose face," Ren Shuo comforted her.

After hearing Ren Shuo's words, Peter nodded in realization: "That's true."

"Why are you all chatting about this nonsense? Wouldn't it be better to just wait quietly for the final result?" Frederick the Great interjected. "Let's continue our conversation about that boy, Hutten."

However, Ren Shuo and Peter remained unmoved, both tacitly ignoring Frederick the Great. This guy has been acting strangely lately, always referring to the Ironblood girls as "our children" and "our children."

It feels like a single mother raising her child, and then her child finally succeeds, so she's overjoyed and goes around showing off and promoting it, afraid that others won't know.

If Peter had also implied to Ren Shuo that if he continued to follow Frederick the Great's line of reasoning, it would never end, which is why the two of them were so in sync.

As they continued chatting, the drinks in their cups and the cookies on their plates gradually dwindled.

Peter took out his silver pocket watch, checked the time, and then stood up: "Alright, Commander, rest time is over. I have other matters to attend to, so please excuse me."

"Okay, go slowly." Ren Shuo nodded.

With Peter gone, Frederick the Great finally had time to bring up the topic of Hutten: "Commander, so, isn't Hutten wonderful?"

Ren Shuo: "...Why are you just like Portland now?"

Frederick the Great was quite happy: "Perhaps it's because we didn't have a sister ship before. It turns out that having a younger sister that I can't let go of is such a pleasant thing. I worry about her every day and run around for her. It's so fulfilling."

Ren Shuo also said to Frederick the Great, "I also have some things to attend to... I think you and Portland should have a lot in common. I'll be going now. Don't worry, I'll pay the bill. You just keep an eye on Hutten..."

Frederick the Great, unsuspecting, actually waved to Ren Shuo: "Alright then, goodbye, Commander."

Ren Shuo went outside, silently sighing as he walked. "A sister complex is truly terrifying," he thought. The Frederick the Great, who was once so composed, now seemed like Portland in Indianapolis, his intelligence seemingly plummeting...

Ren Shuo glanced at the Royal Store behind him, then at the Iron Blood Store across the street, whose business was also thriving. He eagerly awaited the final day of the "decisive battle."

It seems that Fusang hasn't been open for the past few days due to events and competitions held by both companies...

Ren Shuo walked along, lost in thought.

Chapter 479 Summer Camp?

"I'm so tired, I don't want to move anymore, I'm going to die~"

Queen Elizabeth slumped on the sofa, looking exhausted. Her legs, clad in white stockings that reached past her knees, kicked and thrashed about, as if venting her distress.

“Your Majesty, please be mindful of your appearance,” Belfast said, standing to one side.

"But I've been working hard for a week, Belfast, just leave me alone!" Elizabeth was very dissatisfied. Even the oxen in the production team wouldn't work like this. What's wrong with letting me rest? She finally closed the shop, and the results will be announced tomorrow. What's wrong with relaxing a little?

Belfast smiled, but her hands didn't stop. She lifted Queen Elizabeth off the sofa and placed her in a chair.

"If I remember correctly, the front desk and kitchen work this week was handled by the Royal Maids and Knights, as well as the Royal Ladies."

"Even the clerical and financial work is the credit of others. May I ask why Your Majesty is so tired?"

Queen Elizabeth retorted, "Who says that! I was the one who did all the clerical work."

"So you think that because I was working on the front lines, I didn't know that you had Newcastle and Miss Warspite doing things for you? And you were just sitting there sipping your tea, slacking off?"

Belfast mercilessly exposed her; she's truly useless, Her Majesty.

Honestly, Queen Elizabeth is getting more and more useless these days. I don't know if she's been spoiled by her maids, but to prevent that from happening, Edinburgh has been sent to take care of her. How can she be spoiled like that?

Belfast glanced at the flagships of the other factions. Regardless of the generation, they were all very useful. But looking at their Royal Navy side... Queen Elizabeth, the brat, and Hood, although they were secretary ships, didn't do anything.

All the work was shared between myself and His Excellency George V.