Azur Lane Under the Stars

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"Okay, okay, we'll have all of that." Ren Shuo secretly decided that he could organize these activities in a few days.

"Commander, how about we start a book club?" Z23 chimed in, offering her opinion. "A book club would make reading a fun and enjoyable experience for everyone!"

Javelin and Ayanami looked at Z23 with eyes that seemed to regard him as a demon: "Isn't this enough already?!"

Ren Shuo also advised, "I think you should just start your own reading club, don't think about organizing these book club activities or anything like that..."

Z23 asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why?"

Wouldn't it be better for everyone to enjoy reading together? We can also share our thoughts... and maybe even write a review.

Ren Shuo said, "Because Z23, have you considered that some people like reading and some people don't?"

Z23 was a little disappointed: "Okay then... I'll start a book club then."

Ren Shuo nodded: "That's fine, you can go find Z46 and the Empire."

Z23 cheered up: "Then the place can be placed in the library, and we can have afternoon tea together and exchange ideas in our spare time... Commander, it should be approved, right?"

Ren Shuo nodded: "Just submit the application and go to Tirpitz."

"Oh, I see!"

Z23 got lost in his imagination and chuckled occasionally.

Chapter 476 The Pretending-to-Be-Drunk Monarch

In front of Ren Shuo, the monarch sat there, with an empty beer mug beside him, looking very sullen.

"What exactly is going on?" Ren Shuo asked George V in a low voice.

The monarch came over and drank alone, then asked questions but didn't answer, only shook his head.

“Did you bully her? Let me tell you, monarchs are inherently somewhat vulnerable, you can’t bully them,” Ren Shuo said to George V.

King George V gave a wry smile: "How could we? Although the monarch won't admit it, we all consider her a sister ship. It's not our fault we're sulking..."

King George V continued to explain, "The main reason is that the monarch said he was coming to support you, right? But then Queen Elizabeth, that brat, called him to go shopping and got hungry. There was nothing he could do, and since the commander said he would temporarily cooperate with Elizabeth's work, the monarch didn't dare to ignore the task... In the evening, Queen Elizabeth made him stay in the shop to help out..."

Ren Shuo suddenly realized that he hadn't been there when he was working.

So Ren Shuo advised, "Your Majesty, it's alright. If you want me to serve you anything, just tell me... Would you like me to make you a glass of juice to sober you up?"

But the monarch shook his head and said sullenly, "It's not the commander's fault... it's mainly..."

The monarch didn't know what to say at this point; he was just very angry.

Ren Shuo said, "Alright, drink less, be careful not to get drunk..."

King George V replied, "It's alright, Commander. You may not know, but the monarch's capacity for alcohol is quite impressive..."

Ren Shuo insisted, "Then drink less... Do you want to end up like the Northern Union?"

He pointed to the Northern Union side, where people were clearly drunk and had started dancing wildly. The few sober ones, Belaros and Chapaev, along with Tarlin, who didn't like drinking, were impossible to restrain.

The monarch glanced at the scene, then gave it a look of disdain, before decisively putting down his wine cup.

Ren Shuo nodded with great satisfaction: "That's right... Don't move here, I'll go get you some orange juice."

Ren Shuo went to get some juice, and George V said to the monarch, "Don't drink alone. Pretend to have a good chat with the commander. Maybe the commander will stay with you tonight."

The monarch gave George V a strange look: "Why should I pretend to complain? I could have just told the commander."

Here's a joke: someone who's never played PUBG is sharing their experience and opinions with someone who has.

King George V grinned: "You..."

What are you showing off?

The monarch said, "But let me tell you, this is just this once. For the next few days, I'll be with the commander. As for Elizabeth, don't bother me with work or anything like that. If she does, I'll pretend I don't know anything."

The monarch felt that his time was being constantly squeezed out and was very unhappy.

King George V nodded: "Alright, I'll talk to Elizabeth later."

As the two were chatting, Ren Shuo came over with a tray on it, which contained two glasses of orange juice and a glass of milk tea.

“Here, the milk tea is yours,” Ren Shuo said to George V.

King George V's eyes lit up: "Oh! I love you, Commander!"

Ren Shuo sat down and placed the orange juice in front of himself and the monarch: "You better not. It's better for Wales to cause less trouble than anything else."

When the topic of Wales came up, King George V's pretty face stiffened: "No, how could I possibly control that?"

Ren Shuo stroked his chin: "Let me tell you, it's only been three days since the store opened, and I've already received a lot of complaints. The Prince of Wales is really something. In just three days, Bismarck, Elbe, Prince Adalbert, Charybdis, and even Warspite have all been touched by Wales."

Ren Shuo glanced at George V: "If it weren't for the fact that they all wanted to open shops and couldn't fight back, not to mention the others, just considering the personalities of Bismarck, Prince Adalbert, and Warspite, there would probably have been a situation where customers were beaten up."

Bismarck goes without saying; last time, the Prince of Wales flirted with Eugen and Tirpitz, and Bismarck broke one of his arms. As for Prince Adalbert, if he weren't temporarily a bartender and Wales was a customer...

How about the Iron-Blooded Boxing King? Even Empres couldn't withstand this punch.

As for Warspite... Ren Shuo can only say that he has broadened his horizons. This guy is really not afraid of death. He dares to touch the brow of the old lady of the royal family. Is Warspite's great sword not sharp enough, or can you, Prince of Wales, take on Warspite one-on-one?

In short, Wales is having a great time lately, but one can already imagine her tragic fate after the whole event ends.

“…I’ll talk to her about it later,” King George V said with a sigh.

She felt that if she didn't get her unfortunate sister to behave herself, the Minato Ward tragedy would probably happen in a few days.

The Prince of Wales was murdered under mysterious circumstances. Is this a sign of the distortion of human nature or the depravity of the nation?

"Speaking of which... I haven't seen the Duke of York lately?" Ren Shuo asked curiously. "Where is he?"

"The Duke of York, what are she and a few others from York going out to attend... an online meetup? It's just something a bunch of shut-ins put on, they'll be back in a few days," King George V said. "Don't worry, they're all adults, they won't be fooled."

Although the Duke of York may seem unreliable, that's only on the surface. In reality, he's not much different from the Prince of Wales or George V. Otherwise, George V wouldn't have asked the Duke of York to help him with his work when he was slacking off at the Maritime Authority.

“Is that so…” Ren Shuo sighed.

"Commander, what are you doing here! Come on, have a drink! Stop drinking orange juice! That's blasphemy against vodka! Hurrah!"

A body reeking of alcohol, yet incredibly supple, pressed against his back, and he heard a muffled voice, slightly indistinct from intoxication.

Aurora was clearly drunk; her exquisite, flawless face was flushed with an alluring blush, making her look stunningly beautiful. She even rubbed her face against Ren Shuo's.

Aurora's face seemed a bit warm, but one couldn't ignore the fact that it felt like the finest mutton fat jade.

"Did he drink too much again?"

Ren Shuo listened helplessly to Aurora's extremely confused words.

These past few days, because of the store's opening, all drinks have been unlimited, making the Northern Alliance's ship girls feel like they've entered paradise.

"I'm so sorry, Commander, this guy's had too much to drink... What are you doing! Come back with me!" Bellarose rushed over, rubbing his forehead as if he was too ashamed to look at him.

"I don't want to~ Commander~ Drink with me~" Aurora clung tightly to Ren Shuo's neck and wouldn't let go.

"Aurora drank so much..." King George V and the monarch were somewhat surprised.

Normally, Aurora is responsible for packing up the drunkards and taking them home.

What's wrong with me today?

“Well, since Chapaev, Tarlin, and I are all here today, Aurora, who usually cleans up the mess, wanted to drink a little more,” Bellaros explained.

But she herself forgot how troublesome it is when someone who doesn't usually get drunk does.

“Good girl, come back with me…” Bellarose pulled Aurora along.

But Aurora remained unmoved: "No!"

“You’re doing it wrong, you should do it like this…” At the crucial moment, Chapaev made a brilliant appearance.

She cleared her throat and then whispered to Aurora, "I'm paying. It's on me today, so don't try to take it from me."

Aurora immediately straightened up in displeasure, then released Ren Shuo, saying somewhat indistinctly, "Who do you think you are! I said I'd pay! Don't stop me! Don't move! I'll pay!"

Ren Shuo stared dumbfounded as he drove the wobbly Aurora back with Bellaros's help, then looked at Chapaev strangely.

"How did you know about this traditional skill of our Donghuang?"

Chapaev said, "It was taught by Yixian. You know what, what she taught is really useful for dealing with these drunkards."

“Yixian…” Ren Shuo nodded, “She does know some strange things.”

“However, Commander, your Eastern Empire is truly a force to be reckoned with.” Chapaev also sat down as well. “You know Zhenhai, right?”

Ren Shuo nodded: "What's wrong?"

Chapaev said with a smile, "Last time, at the banquet of our Northern Alliance and Donghuang, Yixian brought Zhenhai and Haitian over for the first time. Haitian and Haiqi are not good drinkers, but they still drank almost a pound of baijiu. But Zhenhai has a huge capacity for alcohol. Although he is not as good as Yixian, he still got several of our people drunk."

Ren Shuo didn't find it strange: "In the old history of Zhenhai, there were a lot of people who could drink alcohol, and it was common for them to drink beer like water."

"And what about Yixian? How do you explain that?" Chapaev asked.

Ren Shuo stroked his chin: "Perhaps this is... a heroine among women?"

“Commander, I can drink quite a lot too,” the monarch interjected.

No, no, no, girl, we don't need to take these strange things so seriously.

Ren Shuo glanced at the party that had started making noise again and asked Chapaev, "Aren't you going to help? I feel like Tarlin and Belaros are about to collapse from exhaustion."

Chapaev replied, "No, I'm exhausted from working on the secretary ship all day. Can't I relax a bit? Don't worry, I can handle it. Bellaros has already called Yixian."

At the party, no matter how much trouble the ship girls from the Northern Alliance caused, they all became as obedient as well-behaved children as soon as Yi Xian arrived.

Ren Shuo wholeheartedly agreed, saying that Yixian was like a brick, ready to be moved wherever needed.

"But I'm just here to take a look. Commander, I'll be leaving now." Chapaev said goodbye to the group and returned to the Northern Alliance.

Ren Shuo watched the Northern Union's celebration and said thoughtfully, "I think this event will contribute a lot of revenue to Iron Blood."

King George V checked the time and stood up to take his leave: "Commander, I'll be going now. I have some things to attend to... Your Majesty has had quite a bit to drink, you know. It's dangerous for such a cute girl to be drunk alone at night. She might get picked up by someone while she's drunk. I'll leave it to you, Commander."

Putting aside the fact that the monarch wasn't drunk at all, it was just a small drink for her, and besides, she was the only man in this port area, and there were still people picking up corpses? Only Royal Ark and Wales could be so perverted.

But Royal Ark only picks up lolis. As for Welsh, no matter how perverted he is, he wouldn't lay a hand on his own sister, right? Besides, he only likes to touch breasts and thighs, just to grope her, he's not that perverted.

Then the monarch readily leaned on Ren Shuo's shoulder, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes, and said while touching his forehead, "Commander, I think I'm drunk."

Ren Shuo sighed: "I'll take you back later..."

Just as George V and Chapaev had left, Victory ran over and asked, "Commander, why isn't Tirpitz serving as a maid in front?"

Ren Shuo shrugged: "How would I know if you ask me?"

"Hmm, I was really looking forward to Tirpitz's maid outfit... but never mind, do you even know what Tirpitz does?"

Ren Shuo thought for a moment: "It seems like... it's related to finance later on?"

Victory's face lit up with joy: "Oh, I see. Then I'll go find Tirpitz to play. Goodbye, Commander."

After saying that, he ran off in a hurry.

"So he came to ask for directions?" Ren Shuo said, stroking his chin.

The monarch nodded: "It seems so... but Commander, is it really a good idea to sell out Tirpitz like this? She must be very busy right now, right? If you let the victory pass by, aren't you just causing trouble for her?"

Ren Shuo said seriously, "I'm doing this for Tirpitz's own good. Look at him, he sits there motionless during the day and still sits there motionless at night. It's not good for his health."

"You can argue with whatever you want." The monarch chuckled.

"By the way, what has Hood been up to these past few days? I haven't seen her at all."

The monarch thought for a moment: "It seems I should compress some work and arrangements into a shorter timeframe, and then decide to take the opportunity to persecute Bismarck a bit..."

"Is Bismarck the foreman? How did Hood persecute him?" Ren Shuo asked curiously.

"But the final decision rests with Germany. Hood has already prepared his small savings to bribe the Germans to make Bismarck his personal waiter or maid for the remaining days... Of course, only within the shop," the monarch explained.

Ren Shuo: "Ah, this..."

He could already picture Bismarck looking ashamed and resentful, yet forced to stand beside Hood.

It's not that Bismarck couldn't be made a maid; it's just that the money wasn't right. Once it was right, Germany would probably just kidnap Bismarck and deliver him to their door.

It was only because Frederick the Great and his consorts found this event interesting that they kept it under control; otherwise, Bismarck probably wouldn't have wanted to be the leader. And it was precisely because Frederick the Great and his consorts were there that Bismarck's tragic fate was already foreseeable.

"Commander, I'm drunk, I want to go to your place."

"Ah? Okay, sure."