Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Leonardo da Vinci saluted Ren Shuo, as if he had finally let go of something.

Ren Shuo also extended his hand to Da Vinci: "Then, we're all family from now on. Welcome to the port area."

"Oh!" Da Vinci happily extended his hand to Ren Shuo, and couldn't help but exclaim, "The Commander's hands are quite large."

"Hmm, hmm, after all, he's a boy."

Leonardo da Vinci regained his former liveliness.

Ren Shuo felt a sense of déjà vu. Why do the ship girls of your Sardinian Empire, especially the batch that recently joined the port, like "Um" so much?

Is this a verbal tic?

The oath-taking ceremony for entering the port has ended, and Roma and Giuseppe emerged from some corner.

Giuseppe grinned broadly and clapped his hands: "Hmm! Very good! Congratulations, you've finally fulfilled your dream, Leonardo da Vinci."

"A family should always be together." Roma was also very happy that her sister, whom she had known for many years, had joined the port.

"You...you've been watching all along?!"

Da Vinci's face turned slightly red.

She had thought it was just her and the commander, so she spoke her mind, but now that these two were out... it meant that everything she said had been heard!

Leonardo da Vinci, though outgoing and carefree, was still a girl, and she was quite shy when her friends overheard her innermost thoughts.

"Haha, don't be shy! Look, we're all family now!"

Giuseppe took the initiative to put his arm around Leonardo da Vinci's shoulder.

Leonardo da Vinci looked disgusted and said, "Get out of here."

"Oh, you're blushing. Let me see."

"roll……"

Seeing the two best friends making a ruckus, Ren Shuo and Luo Ma exchanged a glance.

With that, the matter in the port area is temporarily resolved. The remaining issues are...

Let's see how Belfast and the others plan to deal with Plymouth.

To be honest, Ren Shuo was quite curious about what kind of ship girl Plymouth was. After all, it was rare to find one that could make Brest grit her teeth like that.

While we were still wondering about this, they had already decided on a strategy to deal with Plymouth.

Brest held a cup of Belfast-brewed black tea in his hand, looking both pleased and a little embarrassed.

"Then, Miss Belfast, I'll have to trouble you to be my maid for the time being."

Brest said.

"Those are all ship girls from the port area, all for their master." Belfast didn't mind at all.

After all, in the port area, there is only the concept of a daily personal maid, and everyone takes turns, so there is no such thing as one person being tied to another.

Oh, it seems Sheffield is now tied to Her Majesty the Queen, after all, a brat still needs to be disciplined.

"So, all I need to do is follow you, and the rest is up to you, right?" Belfast asked again to confirm.

"Well, all I need to do then is do what a maid should do... preferably even more meticulously." Brest had already come up with some crazy ideas.

“Then, please take good care of me over the next few days, Miss Brest.” Belfast curtsied, lifting her skirt.

“Yes, thank you for your help, Miss Belfast,” Brest said.

Belfast smiled slightly and continued with her work: "Just call me Belfast, we're sisters from the same port, no need to be so polite."

Brest paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, we're all sisters from the same port."

There's no need to hide yourself anymore, and no need to use those boring conversational phrases.

This feeling... isn't bad.

"By the way, Belfast, what does the Commander like to do?"

"What are the master's preferences?" Belfast looked at the curious Brest and pondered for a moment before saying, "In general, the master prefers a leisurely and peaceful life, and enjoys playing with the little ones and spending leisurely days with us big ship girls."

High emotional intelligence, spending time with his ship girls.

Low emotional intelligence; likes to slack off at work.

“I see…” Brest said thoughtfully. “Well, that’s good. I was thinking of asking about their preferences so I wouldn’t make any mistakes.”

"Don't worry, Miss Brest, Master cherishes ship girls unconditionally. We are his favorites." Belfast saw things very clearly.

“Then I’m relieved,” Brest said.

"Brest, is Brest there?"

Binjiang's loud voice came from the doorway.

Brest put down his teacup with a sigh: "What's wrong? Why are you shouting so loudly?"

“Hmm, Plymouth is probably coming over this afternoon. What do you say? Are you ready? Also, I have something to tell you…” Binjiang walked over from the door.

Belfast then handed Binjiang a cup of Donghuang tea.

"Thanks." Binjiang took a big gulp.

Belfast hesitated, but still reluctantly went to the inner room to look for something.

"What else? Say something."

Looking at Binjiang's subtle expression and then his silence, Brest asked impatiently.

"The tea is boiled water..." Binjiang's voice became extremely hoarse.

"...Are you really brainless? Isn't this cup hot?"

Brest silently covered his face, speechless.

"I didn't expect this..." Binjiang's voice was still hoarse.

Ugh, that really hurts... It's so hot, it's burning my throat and the inside of my body...

Binjiang sniffed, wanting to cry, but unable to.

"Miss Binjiang, drink this. It's called 'In-drain Liquid,' made by Akashi. It's for internal use and you can drink it, though the taste is a bit strange. You'll feel better soon after drinking it."

Belfast came out from the inner room, holding a small bottle that looked like an oral liquid.

"Ugh... glug glug... ugh, it really tastes awful, like canned herring." Binjiang stuck out his tongue, his face scrunched up.

"Huh? My voice..." Binjiang touched his throat in surprise.

"It works so quickly?" Although somewhat surprised, Brest quickly accepted it.

After all, if the port area can create a gateway that spans the world, what can't it create?

"Forget about that. Prince Rupprecht seems to have been instigated by Plymouth and is furious. He said he'd bring her here this afternoon, saying he wasn't lying and that his sister has good taste."

Binjiang's explanation was somewhat incoherent; she wasn't originally involved in doing these things.

"Hmm, I think I get it. Anyway, that guy is coming over this afternoon, right?"

Brest nodded: "Don't worry, everything is ready."

"But then again, the reason we're not as strong as them is because of this."

Binjiang sighed.

I thought I was strong enough, but when I compared myself with the girls in the port area, I realized that I was just looking down from the bottom of a well.

Only after breakthroughs in modification and blueprint supplementation did they realize the scarcity of information and technology in their world.

They originally thought that as research ship girls, there was no way to break through, but when they arrived at the port, they found that they needed a group of things called research blueprints to supplement them.

Because, after all, research ship girls in history were either cut short or never actually produced.

Therefore, the blueprint needs to be completed before a breakthrough can be achieved.

However, according to that green-headed kitten, it's quite absurd that they were able to break through to level 100 without any breakthroughs, so they hoped to cooperate with them to study it.

Brest and Binjiang didn't really matter; they considered it payment for helping them complete their blueprints.

Therefore, Brest and Binjiang, having reached their maximum breakthrough, felt that they could take on three or four of their former selves.

Not to mention the many advanced technologies added to it.

"Wow, there's a really impressive port district here, it's amazing."

Binjiang sprawled out on the sofa, looking completely relaxed.

You don't need to fight to the death; you can steadily grow stronger through exercises and daily life. Plus, you have a group of like-minded ship girls to exchange ideas and spar with.

Hmm, that Prince Adalbert? I think his nickname is something like "The Boxer"?

When I sparred with her before, that punch was incredibly powerful; it was exhilarating and showed she was a truly evenly matched opponent.

Binjiang particularly enjoyed sparring with Prince Adalbert and Maryland, but now he doesn't spar with Belfast and Yixian Zhenhai as much.

They're not even in the same league. If you consider yourself a martial arts master, then these three are martial arts giants. You can't beat them.

So Binjiang thought he should improve himself first, and then find them for a good fight.

After confirming Plymouth's arrival, Brest and Binjiang enjoyed a leisurely morning under Belfast's care.

Chapter 606 Entering the Port Area, Forget About Character Settings

"Miss Binjiang, here's your tea."

"Miss Brest, the cookies you wanted are almost ready. We suggest you pair them with Darjeeling tea."

In the spacious living room, Belfast was bustling about.

Binjiang and Brest, on the other hand, sat somewhat lazily on the sofa.

Brest was a bit better; although he looked lazy, he still had proper posture when sitting.

But in Binjiang, it seemed... much more carefree, with Ge You lounging on the sofa.

Binjiang exclaimed, "I can't take it anymore, Belfast, you're just too amazing..."

They've only spent a morning together, and he's already got the mentality of giving up, lying down, and becoming a useless person. It's hard to imagine how the Commander has managed to stay a lazy bum and not a good-for-nothing under Belfast's care for so long.

In a sense, Ren Shuo is also very impressive, isn't he?

Putting everything else aside, if it were anyone else, with the wives and mothers of the Belfast family, plus Yatsen, Frederick the Great, and the maids taking care of them, wouldn't they become a useless person who has to be fed and waited on hand and foot?

Belfast was delighted: "Thank you for your compliment."

After all, what could be a better compliment or affirmation than the person she takes care of saying, "You're about to become a cripple"?

"Hmm, looking at the time, Plymouth should be here soon. It's good that she's coming in the afternoon, otherwise we'd have to feed her another mouth at lunch."

Brest seemed a bit off when it came to Plymouth, his aggression becoming excessively strong.

“Haha, one more person is nothing; I can handle it,” Belfast said.

Binjiang waved his hand: "No, that's not what he meant. It's mainly because Plymouth is a bit cunning, so he often likes to tease Brest, and the two of them have been fighting for a long time."

"I see, that's quite a coincidence," Belfast said, trying to remain polite.

"But seriously, Belfast, your cooking is really good." Binjiang smacked his lips, recalling Belfast's culinary skills.

"You flatter me," Belfast said with a modest smile.

Just as Brest was about to continue talking with Belfast, her eyes suddenly changed, becoming filled with murderous intent.

"coming."

“…Miss Plymouth?” Belfast asked, somewhat puzzled.

I didn't realize it myself, so how did you know?

Binjiang patiently explained, "Relax, since Brest has said so, then he must be here. Although we can't sense it, Brest is still very accurate with Plymouth's alarm radar."

Binjiang stood up, slowly walked to the refrigerator, rummaged through the fruit inside, and then, not forgetting to say to Brest:

"Take away your murderous aura; they're here as guests."

“…I understand,” Brest said reluctantly.