Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Leipzig said with a determined look, "Leipzig will try our best."

"Let me help you, otherwise you might faint again..." Nuremberg sighed.

“Who said that? I… I wouldn’t do that,” Leipzig retorted.

"Really... Ah, Commander, what are you trying to do behind Leipzig? Are you trying to hug Leipzig?"

"Eek!" Leipzig's face flushed red, then his computer crashed and he fainted.

"What did I tell you..." Nuremberg calmly picked up Leipzig and then took her back.

Tirpitz looked at Gneisenau and said seriously, "There's nothing I can do. It was initiated by Germany, and everyone else agreed... So you'll have to take charge of some logistical paperwork."

“Then I want overtime pay, triple overtime pay,” Gneisenau shouted.

Tirpitz pondered for a moment, then said, "It's possible... but where will you spend this money? You don't like going out or shopping when you're not busy. I remember most of your savings went to your sister buying alcohol, didn't you?"

Gneisenau suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Unlike people on Long Island, Essex, or Cleveland, who had their own hobbies or places to spend money, he could only save money. Every time his sister came to borrow money to buy alcohol and food, he would give it to her without a second thought, looking at his large savings.

Looking back now, am I the kind of person who works overtime outside to earn money and then supports this spendthrift wife at home?

"So, let's just keep the normal salary," Tirpitz said with a slight smile.

As a secretary ship, Tirpitz has now learned to save money wherever possible.

“No, let me tell you, how I use it is my business, but I can’t lose a single bit of what’s mine.” Gneisenau said with a serious expression.

Tirpitz sighed, "Fine, you won't be shortchanged..."

"Gneisenau, do you have any money left? I'm a little short on cash this month, could you lend me some?" Scharnhorst ran over as he was speaking.

Gneisenau instinctively pulled out his salary card: "Here, use it sparingly."

Then Scharnhorst happily took the card and left.

When Gneisenau came to her senses, she felt Tirpitz's teasing gaze and blushed immediately, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

"Sha! En! Hos! T!" Gneisenau was furious.

Tirpitz had just told him about this, and then his unlucky sister showed up like this. Isn't this a slap in the face? This is definitely a slap in the face!

"My condolences..." Tirpitz patted Gneisenau on the shoulder, then left, suppressing a laugh.

She had other things to arrange, so it's a pity we won't get to see the classic scene of the younger sister overthrowing her older sister.

“Deutsche Welle, this event is between you and Queen Elizabeth, so you can use the manpower as you like, but we won’t make any decisions for you, understand? The same goes for the Royal Family,” Tirpitz said to Deutsche Welle.

Germany looked smug: "Then aren't we guaranteed to win? Queen Elizabeth seems like the kind of person who could be a good leader."

Tirpitz and Bismarck looked at the 1.5-meter-tall little guy with complicated expressions... This little guy really has no sense of self-awareness at all. He's half a catty, and you're only eight taels. Nobody should say anything to anyone else.

"Anyway, you can decide how things are arranged yourself. We're not going to interfere. Just let us know who you need."

“That’s perfect… Bismarck, why don’t you come work as our maid?” The German pointed at Bismarck.

Bismarck was taken aback: "Me?"

"Hmm, the iron-fisted prime minister becoming a maid, that's definitely a great selling point." Germany was smug about his brilliant decision.

"Absolutely not." Bismarck said firmly. If she had to be a maid, she might as well have the Royal Ark send her away.

"Hey! Tirpitz! Didn't you say you wanted someone to just ask you directly?" Deutsche was furious when he saw Bismarck's refusal was so firm.

Tirpitz said, “That’s right, you should ask for it yourself, but you have to convince them first. That’s what an event planner and leader should do… I’ve already done more than enough by taking care of the logistics for you.”

If Germany were to handle Gneisenau on its own, it would undoubtedly start with phrases like "work for me for free."

Adding to Gneisenau's already pent-up resentment from working overtime, if the Germans were to say that, we'd probably see the Sakura Empire's tradition being passed on to the Ironbloods very soon.

Traditionally, subordinates have overthrown superiors; for example, the Fifth Carrier Division has always wanted to eliminate the First Carrier Division.

"Damn it...why aren't they coming!" Germany could only turn its attention to Bismarck.

Bismarck said, "If I were a maid, that tea-bearded man would laugh me to death."

Bismarck could even imagine that if she became a maid, that guy named Hood would definitely come to her side to support her every moment, even if it meant his royal family lost.

He might even use his entire salary to support her alone... Don't even think about it, he's definitely capable of doing it.

Germany suddenly remembered Gneisenau's advice to him: "If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass."

Bismarck was relieved, convinced that the problem must be a lack of funds, and she resumed her initial arrogance: "Bismarck, just tell me what you want, and I can meet it."

Bismarck was absolutely resolute: "I will not be a maid."

After much deliberation, Deutsche realized that it would be better for the Iron Chancellor to take charge of overall planning and leadership, so he came up with a solution.

“Bismarck, would it be alright if I made you the foreman at the front? You'd be in charge of managing the maids and butlers I assigned to you from behind,” Deutsche said.

“That’s acceptable…” In the end, Bismarck agreed.

Chapter 470 Royal and Iron-Blooded Prepared Amidst Chaos

While the legendary selection tournament was in full swing on the Ironblood side, the Royal side was not idle either, but compared to the Ironblood, the Royal side seemed somewhat chaotic.

Because of the agreement between the two parties, only Queen Elizabeth and the German government could arrange their own activities, so no one else would interfere.

In Germany, at least Gneisenau was always there, subtly influencing the situation and preventing chaos. But Queen Elizabeth…

Even with Belfast and King George V by his side, this guy was still closed-minded and unwilling to learn or listen. He felt that it would be beneath him, as the Queen, to do everything himself.

And so she gloriously became a queen who knew nothing.

And now that she's suddenly in charge of things, it's absolutely maddening.

If it weren't for King George V's guidance, the Queen probably wouldn't even know what logistics was.

Queen Elizabeth pouted, her eyes red and swollen, as if she were about to cry, and asked Warspite beside her, "Warspite! What should we do now?"

Warspite was also somewhat troubled: "Your Majesty, I don't know either..."

War-weariness means you're making things difficult for me. It's fine if you ask me to lead troops into battle, but asking me to do these things is beyond my capabilities.

King George V, unable to bear it any longer, could only say, "You, I asked you to learn something, and you're just... sigh, never mind. First of all, have you finished with the logistics I mentioned last time?"

In terms of status, George V is now somewhat like a royal regent, so only she, or Hood as the flagship, or Belfast as the royal butler in an angry state, can speak to Her Majesty so bluntly.

"Logistics, I'm handing over all logistics to Edinburgh! Hmph, as expected of me, I know how to utilize talent so well." Queen Elizabeth's braids were practically sticking up to the sky.

"Full power my foot!" King George V couldn't hold back any longer and punched Queen Elizabeth on the head.

Her Majesty cried out in pain, then her face contorted with embarrassment and anger: "How dare you assault Her Majesty the Queen! War-weary! Attack her! Beat her up!"

Warspite was in a very awkward position, unsure whether to join in or not.

This is like the emperor and the regent fighting, and it's because the emperor is incompetent that the regent wants to wake him up. As a general, whose side are you on?

King George V became even angrier upon hearing the Queen's words, and immediately pinned the young queen to his knees and spanked her.

"You think you can judge people? You put Edinburgh in charge of logistics and you think you can judge people?"

Putting Edinburgh in charge of logistics is like having an extremely stingy person serve guests who usually eat very well with the cheapest ingredients.

And over there? It's the experienced Gneisenau!

There's no need to compete from the start, let's just vote.

Moreover, the Germans also took inspiration from the characteristics of the Ironblood, and with the help of Leipzig and Count Zeppelin, who are good at cooking, they successfully created food and drinks that are rich in Ironblood characteristics and suitable for purchase in the Ironblood Tavern... So, Gneisenau already knows what to buy.

And then what about the Queen? Her statement of "full responsibility" left Edinburgh completely clueless about what to prepare.

King George V rubbed his temples: "Just a heads-up, Newcastle is in charge of the Royal Family's logistics and procurement, while Neptune and Belfast are in charge of the Royal Family's menu..."

Having said that, Queen Elizabeth understood. Rubbing her bottom, she said to Warspite, "Warspite, have Newcastle and Neptune jointly handle logistics, and let them decide on the menu and such..."

King George V sighed. This Queen didn't pretend to know what she was talking about and try to interfere with the menu. That should be considered a blessing in disguise, right?

"And then? George V? I allow you to speak the words of a loyal subject," Queen Elizabeth said, turning her head.

"Have you considered chefs, maids, head waiters, cashiers, and greeters to attract customers?" King George V asked, his head throbbing.

"Joe, George V..." Queen Elizabeth's delicate and lovely face froze, then she looked at George V pleadingly.

"Sigh... never mind, let me give you another hint."

King George V was truly helpless. If he didn't lend a hand, the competition would probably be over before it even started.

"Chef, who in our royal family knows how to cook? Who knows how to make desserts?"

Queen Elizabeth knew this: "Belfa, Newcastle, and Curaçao can cook. As for desserts, Hau makes the best cookies, Neptune makes the best cakes and pastries, Belfa can do everything, and the tea maid can do everything except those few."

"That's good. You know how to arrange the kitchen now, right?" King George V said.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up: "Let Squirrel and Curaçao be in charge of cooking, Newcastle in charge of logistics, Howe, Neptune and Belfast in charge of desserts! And Gloucester and Sheffield can just make tea in front."

“Your Majesty, I think it would be better to let Belfast be the foreman... that way you can just leave the arrangements to Belfast.” King George V finally couldn’t hold back any longer, because this guy hadn’t understood his meaning at all.

What is the Iron Blood next door? The Germans selected suitable candidates to be supervisors, head chefs, etc., and then let them choose suitable subordinates. This is not considered a violation, because the person in charge selected the sub-leaders of these departments. Is that excessive?

If you have to do everything yourself, then you don't need these junior leaders.

You take charge of the overall direction, and then the people you choose are responsible for fixing the details. This is what we call a reasonable division of labor.

I've hinted at it so many times, intentionally or unintentionally, but this idiot just won't get it.

If you hand over everything upfront to Belfast, wouldn't that mean you don't have to do anything? And wouldn't it be too much trouble to just leave the logistics to the former head maid, Newcastle?

This teammate is really tiring to carry.

King George V had a headache.

"Hmm... then it's settled! Hmph, as expected of the great Queen Elizabeth! She decisively chose the advice of her subject!" Queen Elizabeth's braids stick up to the sky again.

King George V had intended to give her some ideas on how to make royal items more distinctive and acceptable to people from other camps, and even considered discussing it with Belfast. However, upon hearing Elizabeth's words, he was so angry that his stomach ached, and he decisively chose to ignore it, even considering speaking to Belfast.

Don't come up with anything too creative; just stick to the conventional approach.

It could be said that everything was because of Elizabeth's careless remarks that she lost two people who had worked diligently and responsibly.

Meanwhile, Belfast received orders and began assigning tasks to the maids.

Sheffield clicked his tongue when he learned that he would be helping to make desserts in the back.

"Her Majesty, those mosquitoes are so annoying, they've added so much extra work for us out of nowhere."

"Huh? Why mosquitoes?" Kent asked energetically. "Sheffield's quirky metaphor?"

Perhaps because the lively Kent often volunteered to do errands for the other maids, he was quite popular within the maid troupe.

Sheffield explained, "Don't you think it's a perfect analogy? Mosquitoes are the kind of creatures you don't usually notice, but then they buzz around your ear when you're not paying attention, and they're hard to kill. After they suck your blood, they make you feel uncomfortable for days... Isn't that just like our Queen?"

Kent thought about it seriously: "It seems so."

Belfast said helplessly, "Alright, Sheffield, this is a rare port event, so cheer up. Think about it, you don't have to clean anymore, right? The cleaning these past few days has all been handled by the cleaning crew and robot vacuums that Akashi brought out."

“Well…” Sheffield sighed.

The greeters were the well-behaved and adorable Belfast and Glasgow.

The maids in front are head maid Belfast, her subordinate Charybdis, and Hutten, who is temporarily on probation. The rest are a few professional maids working in shifts. As for you, as a maid, not to mention you can cook... there's nothing we can do about it. This is an inherent flaw of the faction. Only a few people are untouchable.

However, this black tea dessert is a required course for maids, oh, except for combat maids.

And so, with Belfast and Newcastle's methodical arrangements, the Royal Maids' Tea House finally got on track.

Ironblood is currently in the lead. Not only is it on the right track, but it has even started some promotions, and the items it has purchased are already on their way.

U556 excitedly exclaimed, "Bismarck is the team leader! I definitely have to go and support her!"

U47, on the other hand, seemed more interested in the maid's teahouse: "But I want to go check out the royal area..."

"Ah! U47, you actually betrayed Ironblood!" U556 shouted.

U47 found it strange: "The rules don't say that players in one faction have to spend money in their own faction, right? And we're all from the Hong Kong region, so there's no question of betrayal."

U556 thought what he said made a lot of sense, and could only express her dissatisfaction by biting her handkerchief.

"Where do you want to go?" U47 asked.

Other fish and wolves said they would wait and see, and go wherever was more interesting.

This Iron-Blooded Maid Tavern, while called a tavern, also offers fruit juices and drinks, giving the little ones a choice.

Knowing about the interesting events of Royal Navy and Iron Blood, the ship girls who were out running quests also sped up their quests or business trips, thinking they should hurry back to see what was going on.