Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Sure enough, there was a knock on the door soon after, and Belfast quickly went to open it.

Upon opening the door, one sees a graceful and gentle-looking ship girl standing in front of it, with Prince Rupprecht behind her looking displeased.

When Belfast and this ship girl met, they had a subtle feeling at first sight.

The ship girl in front of me might be one of my own kind!

A strange smile appeared on Belfast's face as he carefully observed Plymouth.

A pristine white lace-trimmed long dress, the hem of which reached her knees, revealing her shapely calves, while her adorable feet were encased in high-heeled sandals adorned with tiny wings.

The long dress itself was quite conservative, not revealing large areas of snow-white skin, but it couldn't hide her alluring curves. Her smooth, fragrant long hair and her bright, gentle eyes were both a light lilac purple.

It looks really good.

She exudes an aura of "intellect" and "gentleness".

But the cunning glint in her eyes couldn't be hidden from Belfast.

Is she a gentle older sister with a touch of cunning?

Belfast had a pretty good first impression of Plymouth.

Belfast curtsied and said, "This must be Miss Plymouth. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Belfast, and I am temporarily in charge of Miss Binjiang and Miss Brest's food, clothing, and lodging. Please come in; the two ladies have been waiting for quite some time."

While Belfast was sizing himself up, Plymouth was also observing Belfast.

Well, it's perfect. From the styling and attention to detail to the etiquette, everything is impeccable.

Belfast, the perfect head maid, truly lives up to her reputation.

Plymouth nodded to himself.

However, there is also a bit of curiosity: what kind of luck did these two guys have to find a port with such a perfect head maid?

To be honest, I was definitely envious. Moreover, as the prototype light cruiser of the Edinburgh-class, I could barely be considered a sister ship of the Belfast.

As Belfast entered the house and saw Brest, before either of them could speak, Prince Rupprecht pounced on him.

"Sister, this girl actually said she didn't believe you, so I brought her along. Hmph, let her be envious of us."

Prince Rupprecht looked at Plymouth with a smug grin.

Plymouth wasn't annoyed; he simply sat down casually in front of Brest and then spoke.

"What? Where did you get the chance to win over a commander like you, a love-struck fool?"

"What are you saying? I just enjoy reading epic tales of heroes. What do you mean by 'love-struck'? Are you talking about yourself? Miss Plymouth, who seems so quiet but is actually a brute?"

Brest remained expressionless and retorted calmly.

"Hmm, I'm really sad to hear that. I only chose the most efficient way to handle it."

Plymouth looked somewhat troubled, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her small mouth pursed, making her appear quite endearing.

Brest, however, showed no mercy to Plymouth: "So, by efficiency you mean piling up all the unfinished or untimely work together and then firing it?"

"Alright, you two, you always have to pull this stunt every time you meet... Aren't you tired of it?"

Binjiang said irritably, while still holding an apple and munching on it.

"Belfa, are the cookies ready? I want some cookies."

Brest glanced at Plymouth casually, then spoke to Belfast.

"Please wait a moment... I've made some cookies. Miss Plymouth, if you don't mind, please try some."

Belfast placed the cookies in front of the group and invited Plymouth to join them.

Prince Rupprecht and Binjiang didn't stand on ceremony at all, picking up the biscuits and starting to eat.

While eating, he kept saying how delicious it was.

Brest also elegantly put a small biscuit into his mouth, while giving someone a provocative look.

"This cookie tastes much better than someone else's."

Brest commented.

Plymouth's eye twitched. Brest loved cookies, and among the girls she got along with, frankly, only she knew how to make them, and they tasted much better than the ones sold on the street.

Therefore, the happiest moment for him was watching Brest look reluctant but could only tell him that he wanted a cookie.

Over time, Plymouth also felt that her cookie-making skills, if not unparalleled, were at least among the best in the Royal Navy's ship girls.

However, Plymouth probably overlooked the fact that royal cooking skills are at two extremes: either extremely delicious, like Belfast, Neptune, and Howe.

Or it could be used directly as a biological weapon.

Therefore, although Plymouth didn't show it, he was still somewhat resentful.

She picked up a small cookie, put it in her mouth, and then immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

We've lost. We've lost completely.

Damn, why does it taste so good?

Wouldn't I lose the ability to control this guy in the future?

Belfast then said, "Speaking of cookies, Miss Hao makes the best ones in the port area. If you have time later, you can go to Miss Hao and get some cookies."

"Really?" Brest's eyes lit up. This port area was indeed the best.

"Alright, enough of the small talk. Binjiang, Brest, what made you decide to join the port area?"

Plymouth tapped his fingers on the table and asked.

Brest replied lazily, "Wipe the crumbs off your mouth first..."

Plymouth instinctively stuck out her pink tongue and licked the corner of her mouth before realizing what she had done, her pretty face turning pink.

Forced to cough to cover his embarrassment, Plymouth asked again, "So, why?"

What am I going to do if you all leave? I'll be so bored all by myself. And that workaholic Chekalov doesn't have much time to play with me anyway.

Clearly, Plymouth was unaware that Chkalov had also resigned and was preparing to find another job.

Prince Rupprecht? Plymouth completely ignored this guy; he's just a spoiled brat who even managed to scam lollipops from destroyers at the Maritime Bureau.

"There's no particular reason. I just came across a great port area, so I joined."

"So it's some kind of port area that's able to get both of you to join."

Plymouth became even more curious.

What? Three people? Where did these three people come from? Isn't Prince Rupprecht a plaything of Brest? At least that's what Plymouth thought.

"Well, how should I put it? The port area can make me very strong, and it can give me the life I want."

Brest said.

"Get stronger? How else can you get stronger? Is there any way to launch an attack? Even on routine patrol missions, you only encounter small fry..."

Plymouth thought this was just an excuse, and there must be some unknown secret behind it.

“Hmm, Plymouth, let’s arm wrestle, it’s been a long time since we’ve done it.”

Brest suddenly grinned mischievously at Plymouth.

Plymouth instinctively felt something was amiss, but she agreed anyway.

After all, they had arm-wrestling matches before, but he always won. Besides, he hadn't seen her for only a few days, so nothing much could have changed.

After all, how can a girl who only likes to stay at home and read books be compared to someone who regularly goes to the gym to maintain a healthy mind and body?

Binjiang was the referee, and Brest and Plymouth's two slender, yet terrifyingly powerful hands clasped together.

Supported by their elbows were specially treated tables, so at least there wouldn't be any embarrassing situations where the tables would break when the ship girls were arm wrestling.

Prince Rupprecht, meanwhile, was cheering and waving flags on the sidelines.

"Go, Brest! Take down this cunning monster!"

Belfast watched with a smile, but inwardly she had some different thoughts.

I'm not really that similar to Plymouth.

Its mischievousness is manifested in subtly making its owner show a troubled expression.

But Plymouth's so-called cunning... she's just a master of sarcasm and quirks. Shoukaku and the others are probably quite interested in her, right?

While I was still thinking about this, the match started over there.

Plymouth started to exert her strength, thinking she could win easily as usual, but she soon realized something was wrong.

Hiss... This strength has increased quite a bit, but it's still not enough. I haven't used my full strength yet.

Hmm! What's going on? Why? Why is it still not moving?

Plymouth looked up at Brest, her little face trembling slightly from the effort.

Brest looked relaxed and even gave Plymouth a somewhat wicked smile.

Plymouth gaped, then felt as if his hand weighed a thousand mountains.

Even though he tried his best, he couldn't turn the tide and ultimately suffered a regrettable defeat.

Binjiang, who was acting as the referee, was extremely disappointed.

If you can't beat her, pull her hair! Hit her!

You can't even use such a simple trick, you deserve to lose.

I remember when I was arm wrestling with Prince Adalbert, I used every fighting technique except for wrist strength. In the end, I could only regretfully lose slightly, after all, it was my first time participating in the "Free Fighting Arm Wrestling Competition".

How did you become so strong?

Plymouth rubbed his aching wrist, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

That shouldn't be the case. That's not how the script was written. Shouldn't he win and then mock her like he always does?

Brest, hands on his hips, exclaimed gleefully, "Plymouth, times have changed! I'm not the same person I used to be!"

“The Plymouth cricket can be suppressed with a backhand.”

As he spoke, he made a very provocative hand-flipping gesture.

It's hardened; its fists have hardened.

Brest only acts this irritating when facing Plymouth.

Chapter 607 Plymouth's Little Trick

In the end, no matter how much Plymouth pleaded and begged, Brest and Binjiang refused to tell Plymouth how they had become stronger.

Even Princess Rupprecht knew the saying that too much talk leads to mistakes, and she was very self-aware, knowing that she was easily tricked into revealing information, so she simply kept quiet.

"I'm really curious."

As Plymouth walked back to his dormitory, a very interested smile appeared on his face.

Is all of this because of the appearance of that port, or simply because of that commander?

Plymouth suddenly became very interested in a commander who could get three of his friends to join the port at the same time... Although they were bad friends, their judgment was definitely right.

So Plymouth was very curious.

But none of the three of them will budge. What should we do?

Plymouth silently pondered how to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.

With these questions in mind, Plymouth went to his office.

I took time out of my schedule; today isn't my day off.

“Minister Plymouth, you’re back! That’s perfect, I was just looking for you.”

A ship girl spotted Plymouth and excitedly approached her, saying something to her.

"What's wrong? Why do you insist on hiring me for any job?"

Plymouth calmly poured himself a glass of water and then sat down.

"Well, should I say congratulations? You're getting a promotion."