Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Ren Shuo also looked at Plymouth with surprise, seemingly waiting for Plymouth to continue.

Plymouth smiled and spoke.

Chapter 630 The struggle among various parties over picking up the person

Plymouth laughed and said, "Hmph, that's where you're wrong."

"I told you, I'll join the port when you get married, but after thinking about it, I feel like I'm losing out. Someone like you, how can you even get married? So, I'll just call you Commander from now on. Please take care of me from now on, Commander."

Plymouth winked at Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo was overjoyed and quickly said, "Let's teach each other, let's teach each other!"

"What did you say?!"

Brest was furious and about to explode, but a casual remark from Plymouth made her hold back.

"The commander is here."

Brest grew angrier the more he thought about it, and tugged at Ren Shuo's sleeve: "Hero, look at her!"

“Plymouth, you should say less, Brest, let’s eat, let’s eat.”

Helpless, Ren Shuo could only act as a peacemaker.

Plymouth also began to eat quietly.

Prince Rupprecht happily began to eat.

Binjiang and Chkalov were a bit down because they ran out of alcohol.

"Hmm, this meatball is pretty good. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it's very juicy." Ren Shuo exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, my sister's steak is also amazing, Commander!" Prince Rupprecht said with a happy and proud expression.

As they were eating, someone started to feel that something was off.

Wait a minute, it seems like I'm the only non-port ship girl at this table?

Chekalov suddenly realized this.

Brest is thinking about getting married, Riverside wants to drink, Plymouth is thinking about how to flirt with Brest and the Commander, and Prince Rupprecht is only interested in being a good cook.

As for Chkalov, he had mixed feelings and thought about many things.

And so, in a somewhat awkward atmosphere, dinner was finished.

…………

Ren Shuo had just finished eating when the conference room in the office building was already brightly lit.

The leaders from each camp were seated, some with serious expressions, others with blank looks.

For example, the Rossiya and Bismarck flagships, which have been largely inactive lately, are a case in point.

Oh, and so does Veneto, who has now been promoted to the mascot of the Sardinian Empire.

Nagato looked around and then tapped the table: "Well then, now that everyone's here, let's begin the meeting."

"Wait a minute, what's the topic of the meeting? Calling us over so quickly seems a bit rushed, doesn't it?"

Veneto raised his hand to speak.

"Well, I'll discuss the specific topics of the meeting in the following meeting, so please be patient," Nagato said.

Veneto shrank back.

“Then, Richelieu, you go first,” Nagato said.

Richelieu nodded and stood up: "It mainly concerns the upcoming awakening of the Sirens' creator, our commander's mother, and the specific planning and arrangements for welcoming her back to the port."

"Time, place, and what do you need us to do?"

"Tirpitz asked."

Richelieu was somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this: "As for Yixian and the others, we only know that he is about to awaken. As for the rest... the time and place are uncertain, so we can't make any arrangements."

Rossia rolled her eyes: "Then why did you call us over? To let us know?"

"By the way, ask the Sirens. Shouldn't the Sirens know?"

Duke Abruzzi's eyes lit up, and he made a suggestion. As a result, most of the ship girls present turned their attention to the Dream Weaver.

The Dream Weaver slowly spoke: "As for the time, if nothing unexpected happens, judging from the pace of this awakening, it should be within half a year... As for the location, to be honest, we are also looking for it, after all, it is located in the cracks of the world."

"Is it difficult to find? Is there anything we can do?" Joan of Arc asked.

The Dream Weaver shook his head: "As for sensing locations, we Sirens need specific instruments and talents to find them. Of course, Helena from Meta and Shinano from Sakura Empire can also be of help..."

"Then Shinano will stay with you guys for the time being. I'll go and tell Shinano later," Nagato said. "As for Helena Meta, who's going to talk to her?"

“I’ll go. I’ll bring Helena with me,” Yorktown said.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Nagato nodded.

“It’s my duty,” Yorktown said.

"Well, the time and location are still being explored, but we must plan everything carefully, otherwise we'll be in a panic. As for changes, we'll see how things go with the weightlifting."

Nagato said that the framework of the plan should be set up first, and then the details and other things will be gradually improved later.

“I agree… How about this, our Free Iris’s Fantasy-class destroyers are all very fast, so I propose that we send a few of our destroyers ahead first, and then you can blockade the sea area as soon as you arrive, so as to avoid the Maritime Safety Administration coming and causing trouble.”

Richelieu's suggestion seemed quite reasonable and well-founded.

But which of the ship girls present didn't understand Richelieu's meaning?

They all burst into laughter.

Rossia went even further, saying bluntly, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Your people will go pick her up first, and then you can naturally bring the Commander's mother back to your church, right? Then you can take advantage of your proximity, right? I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it."

Richelieu's lips twitched. Fine, you've already exposed me. Can't you at least leave some room for future encounters?

Nagato also said in a serious tone: "Our Fusang and Yamashiro are shrine maidens and have a lot of experience in taking care of people. I think it would be better to let Yamashiro and Fusang go to greet them, after all, they are facing a god."

"Actually, although we White Eagles are free, we are quite devout in our religious beliefs, so we can be the first to go up," Yorktown said with a smile.

“The abode of the gods must be magnificent and grand. Wouldn’t our Sardinian Empire be perfect for that?” Littorio said.

"What? I disagree! Belfast! You speak!" Queen Elizabeth slammed her hand on the table and stood up... she wasn't even as tall as Littorio sitting down.

Belfast could only say helplessly, "We, the royal family, have castles and a dedicated corps of maids to take care of us, so we would be the best choice."

“The commander is from Donghuang, so his mother is probably quite accustomed to Donghuang culture. If we from Donghuang go there firsthand, we might be able to communicate better,” Yi Xian and Zhen Hai retorted without backing down.

“I think Ironblood is also a very good choice. Our meticulousness will surely make her proud that the Commander has such ship girls,” Tirpitz said earnestly.

"And I can also have a lot to talk about with her, like parenting experiences," Frederick the Great added with a smile.

"..."

Compared to the various factions fighting fiercely over there, the ship girls of the Northern Alliance seemed rather listless.

What could they say? That they had plenty of drinks and could keep the guests drinking themselves into a stupor?

Or is it that this place has the legendary North Union prison-style dormitories?

If you say that, isn't it the same as telling you, "Come stay with us and we'll put you in jail"?

Is this reasonable?

Forget it, let's not argue anymore.

The ship girls were having a lively time, while the builders were completely baffled.

"Wait, you guys are already arguing? There's still plenty of time!"

The ship girls gradually calmed down, and then said with a half-smile, "We'll see who has the best skills then."

What kind of plan is this? Forget about plans, just send some ship girls from each faction to seal off the area, and then see who can act faster.

Although the pointless fighting has temporarily stopped, the quick-thinking girls have already started listing one plan after another.

For example, Belfast can stop time, which allows her to seize the initiative, and then have Formidable assist her... Invincible.

As for Shinano, Yumecho is no pushover either, and then there's Peter, who's also a master at manipulating time.

At worst, the all-powerful Lord Yukikaze can just use the ultimate weapon, a weapon of causality.

Seeing that the room was gradually quieting down, the builder took out his small pointer, walked to the large whiteboard in the conference room, and began to write and draw.

"Well then, I have some suggestions regarding specific matters..."

What followed was a period of friendly consultation and heated discussion among all parties. With the mediation of the Sirens, the meeting came to a successful conclusion, and the final result gradually became clear.

That is……

We'll discuss this another day.

When the ship girls dispersed, it was already late at night. They had been discussing for quite some time without realizing it; it was a very lively negotiation.

The blond dwarf who was practically pointing his finger at someone and yelling insults during the meeting nodded with satisfaction.

"Belfa, let's go. We need to make some good plans when we get back."

Her Majesty the Queen strode confidently toward the Royal Palace.

The other girls also said they needed to go back and discuss it properly, and then they all left.

As for the Northern Union...

"Shall we go back and have a drink?" Chapaev said.

Rossia glanced at her sideways: "You still have the mind to drink?"

"What advantages do we have over the other side?" Chapaev spread his hands, looking somewhat helpless.

Rossia looked dejected: "No."

"That's settled then. We're going home. I bet those guys are getting Chkalov drunk right now."

Chapaev strode along, talking as he walked.

Rossia quickly followed up: "How did you know? Wasn't the Commander supposed to have dinner with Chekalov and the others tonight? How come he's back so early?"

“The commander doesn’t drink…” Chapaev said.

"That's true..."

…………

After a day of time management, Ren Shuo leaned against the headboard alone, flipping through a fairy tale book.

Honestly, the story time we've been doing lately has completely drained Ren Shuo's meager repertoire of stories.

There's nothing I can do but read more books and then tell stories to the little ones later.

The door being pushed open startled Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo looked up and saw Hu De, wearing a light blue nightgown, closing the door and coming in. Her golden, slightly wavy hair was simply tied into a ponytail and quietly placed to the side on her left chest.

Hood, your hairstyle is a bit dangerous.

"What's wrong? Why are you here at this time?"

Ren Shuo casually put down his book and asked.

"Well, the meeting just ended, so I took a shower and came over," Hood replied. "I'm a little tired and wanted to lie down with the Commander for a bit."

Hu De naturally nestled into Ren Shuo's arms, and Ren Shuo also put his arm around Hu De's slender waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"As expected, it's much more relaxing to be here with the Commander."

Hu De gradually relaxed his tense body, exhaled, as if a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time had finally drunk a sip of water.

"Isn't that a bit much?" Ren Shuo couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong? Was the meeting tiring today? What did you discuss?"

“There’s nothing to discuss, they just argue over there,” Hood sighed. “Honestly, it’s always the same.”

"Aren't you representing your respective camps? Arguing? It's not that serious, is it? After all, you have to maintain your image, right?" Ren Shuo asked with a strange look.

In his mind, wasn't this just like a United Nations meeting? Shouldn't it be a friendly consultation, a friendly search for common ground while reserving differences, and then further discussion?

Hood scoffed: "I think you've misunderstood something, Commander. Those guys, every time they have a meeting, they're all sarcastic and bickering with each other. Then, when they finally get to the point, they start arguing. If it weren't for the strict prohibition against using ship equipment, I reckon they would have started fighting."