Azur Lane Under the Stars

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That shouldn't be the case. Even if Ninghai is a martial arts master, he shouldn't be able to beat Binjiang, who is also a martial arts master, to the ground.

Then Yixian rescued him and answered his questions.

Well, the main thing is that Ning Hai, when he's drunk, has a 100% armor penetration and critical hit rate.

To put it in simpler terms...

Ninghai after drinking is like a foreigner whose dog was killed, or a dragon fighting with a group of people in a furniture store.

That's invincible.

After Ninghai knocked out Binjiang, he adorably hiccuped a few times before collapsing onto the sofa and falling into a deep sleep.

Yi Xian sighed, and together with Zhen Hai, they each carried one of Ning Hai and Bin Jiang into the room.

"Commander, I'll put them to bed now."

"Okay, you guys go ahead and get busy."

Before leaving, he said to Haitian, "Haitian, thank you for washing the dishes with the little ones."

Hai Tian smiled gently: "I understand."

"Fushun, you're not getting away! Come here and clean up the dishes!"

"I saw a red figure trying to sneak away," Anshan said righteously.

"Haha, I didn't mean to run away, I just went to the toilet..." Fushun was embarrassed.

Anshan sneered: "What do you, a ship girl, need to use the toilet? There aren't even many toilets in the port area, it's all washrooms... Don't even think about escaping, come here."

"Oh, I see." Fushun said dejectedly.

The children hadn't drunk much, so they let the girls pack their things. As for the adults who had drunk some, Dunkirk went back to her room to rest, while Richelieu, Brest, and Ren Shuo went up to the balcony.

Feeling slightly tipsy and enjoying the sea breeze is quite pleasant.

"My lord, did you know that Chekalov has returned?"

Brest leaned lazily against the balcony railing, one hand on her arm. A slight flush of intoxication graced her exquisite, flawless face, making her incredibly alluring.

“I know, I heard it from Binjiang. So, are you already preparing to make a move?” Ren Shuo asked.

"Hehe, it's not impossible~"

Brest chuckled, "Actually, Chekalov's strategy is quite simple."

"Simple?" Ren Shuo was stunned.

He himself felt that this strategy was easy, and one or two of them would be fine, but why was there a third one?

The difficulty of navigating Binjiang and Brest can be described as extremely easy, Chekarov...

Ren Shuo looked at Brest with a question in his eyes.

Brest's tone revealed a languid and charming quality after drinking as she softly said, "Actually, Chekalov's personality is that of a pure working-class person."

"She wasn't originally a ship girl from this area; she was from the AZ area... I remember Hero came from there, right?"

"And then, they were poached here with a high salary. You're right, a high salary."

Brest looked at Ren Shuo's surprised expression with satisfaction and continued, "As long as the salary is high enough and the job isn't something he hates, Chekalov is very keen to switch jobs."

"In other words, the conditions for opening this area are the highest; otherwise, Chkalov would have left."

Brest's tone suddenly turned mournful: "That's like a rootless duckweed, without a sense of belonging, just drifting with the current."

"Alright, stop wallowing in self-pity. But the personalities of your research ships are really quite diverse." Ren Shuo said with a strange look in his eyes.

Just look at those research ships in your own port area. There are pirates, there are monsters, and then there's Ron, who's usually gentle but becomes a madman when he fights... Oh right, we can't forget the autistic girl monarch either.

And what about the research ship girls in your world?

Binjiang, a martial arts fanatic and alcoholic; Brest, a shrewd worker but a confused man; and now Chkalov, a high-achieving working man.

I've learned something new!

"Commander, didn't you look at the documents Binjiang compiled?" Richelieu asked helplessly, sitting on a chair on the balcony.

Ren Shuo was taken aback, then felt a little embarrassed, as if he had really forgotten.

"So, all the port area needs to do is lure people over. Of course, a high salary is a must. Once they're over, all you need to do is have Yixian and the others invite her for drinks, and then work overtime together occasionally. That way, you'll build up their goodwill and intimacy, right?"

Brest spoke with great excitement, as if Chkalov was already a piece of meat in the port area's bowl.

"First, what are the conditions offered to Chekalov here?"

Just to be on the safe side, Ren Shuo asked a question first, since it would be better to make preparations early if it were his side.

"Relax, I can tell you with certainty that the wages and overtime pay in this area are normal. The main reason is that the maritime bureau in this area has gone all out. In order to keep Chkalov, they gave him two gold-level equipment."

Brest said.

Ren Shuo pondered for a moment, then looked up strangely: "So, all I need to do is raise her salary by one level and give Chekalov a full set of gold gear, and I can seduce her?"

“That makes sense,” Brest said with approval.

Richelieu and Ren Shuo exchanged a strange look. Wasn't this just the average level of the girls in the port area? This, rounded up, was practically like getting a research ship girl for free?

"Oh, right, of course, if you can't make her feel a sense of belonging while you're working for Chkalov, then you won't be able to salvage the ship."

Brest kindly reminded him.

"We are very confident about this."

Richelieu was full of confidence. For a ship girl who didn't have any Northern Union ship girls by her side, this comrade's care was extremely important.

Therefore, once she arrives in the port area, she will definitely feel the warmth of home.

Most importantly... there's plenty of alcohol.

"It's good that you have that confidence." Brest ignored him.

"What are you and Binjiang planning to do? Resign?"

Ren Shuo asked.

Brest thought about it seriously: "Actually, I've also considered it carefully. I think I can resign. We can give you all the necessary information directly. The rest is just a matter of making contact."

"As for this contact, we don't actually need to be in the Maritime Bureau. After all, we research ship girls all know each other and have a very good relationship, so we often have interactions in our daily lives."

"I see. Then you should resign and come to the port area. The living conditions will be much better, and it will be much easier."

Ren Shuo smiled.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, hero," Brest smiled.

"We're all family, there's no need to bother you... I'm just curious, why do you call me Hero?"

Brest smiled faintly, his elven ears twitching adorably: "Because, a hero is a hero indeed. To be able to make the Sirens bow down and to be able to fully enjoy the pleasure of traveling the world, that is the story of a hero."

“Every life in the port area is a beautiful poem, whether it is a magnificent and moving epic or a gentle and warm ballad, it will be remembered by the all-encompassing earth and sea.”

"Isn't this the standard template for a hero?"

"I wonder if I'll be a part of the stories surrounding heroes in the future, hehe."

Brest smiled playfully, her bright, expressive eyes seeming to speak volumes, and her pursed lips like soft feathers, stirring Ren Shuo's heart.

However, it wasn't the kind of emotional flutter, but rather the feeling of healing inner restlessness and negative emotions.

Ren Shuo subconsciously ruffled Brest's smooth hair and said, "There will be."

"Ok?"

"Please take care of me in the days to come. After all, even heroes need beautiful girls by their side, right?" Ren Shuo said. "That's how it's written in novels."

"I have a feeling this atmosphere is a bit unusual... Are you two proposing?"

Richelieu finally couldn't help but laugh.

“No way, it’s just that we have a good relationship,” Ren Shuo said.

This guy is proposing to a ship girl who just joined the port? How bizarre is that?

Brest didn't seem to mind, and just joked, "Propose? After everything that's happened, the bond has deepened, and finally, after accomplishing an epic feat, the hero and heroine embrace and kiss under the setting sun... it's not impossible, is it?"

Richelieu tugged at Ren Shuo's sleeve and said playfully, "Commander, you'd better work hard and try to win the heart of your beauty."

Ren Shuo thought to himself, "I can't beat Eugenchapaev's level, but I can't deal with a little Richelieu like you?"

So, amidst Richelieu's exclamation, he simply picked her up around the waist and kissed her hard.

"So, what do you think, my beauty?"

"Stop it!" Richelieu said, embarrassed and annoyed.

Brest covered his eyes, but the gaps between his fingers were wide enough to see the two embracing, and he couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Wow."

Under the moonlight, the three slightly tipsy individuals were also a bit bolder than usual.

…………

"Hmm, where is everyone? Why isn't anyone here?"

After reporting to her boss and finishing up her backlog of work, the older woman returned home somewhat bewildered.

Then, looking somewhat bewildered at the dark room in front of him, he was certain that there was no one inside.

"Brest and Binjiang, those two guys, went out? Why aren't they back yet? They're not at the Maritime Bureau either."

The older sister muttered.

"Damn it, is it going to be another dinner out without me? I'll remember this grudge."

He casually hung his coat on the clothes rack and then prepared to take a shower and rest.

I wonder if those two guys will have to work tomorrow, or if they'll be on rotating days off?

I feel like I haven't gone shopping in ages. I'm getting paid soon, so I'll take them out for a stroll tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, the older sister entered the bathroom.

…………

The next morning, Binjiang and Brest went to prepare for their resignations with great enthusiasm.

Ren Shuo returned to his original world, and before he could even settle into his seat, Belfast handed him an envelope.

Ren Shuo looked down in surprise: "Whose is this?"

Yes, it's a cowhide envelope with a very elegant fragrance. The seal on the clay is a classic pattern, almost like something from the Sardinian Empire.

Belfast explained, "This is the envelope Miss Rome sent over last night."

"Rome? Why don't you just say what's on your mind?" Ren Shuo asked, puzzled, but he still carefully opened the letter.

Inside was a letter and an invitation.

"Is this an invitation to a stage play?" Ren Shuo looked at the invitation. "Is it tonight?"

“I think we should take a look at the letters,” Hood suggested from the side.

Ren Shuo readily accepted the good advice and read it carefully.

After reading it, Hu De breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked, "What did it say?"

"That means she invited us to her place tonight to watch a stage play, and we absolutely have to come."

Ren Shuo stroked his chin, puzzled, and asked, "Is this invitation really that formal?"

Hood and Belfast exchanged a glance and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

The meaning of this letter is quite clear: they're going to have a showdown tonight.

So Hood said solemnly, "Commander, you must go."

Belfast added, "I'll revise all of the master's schedule for tonight."

"Hmm, okay, I can bring one more person. Belfast, why don't you come with me?"

When watching a stage play, especially a formal, large-scale one, do you need to wear a formal dress or something? And have maids following behind you? That's so Roman.

Belfast shook his head: "Master, please take Miss Veneto with you."

"Eh? Okay then."