How do I start a romantic relationship with a ship girl?

Page 150

Seeing the girl's overly serious and formal demeanor, Xu Huan interrupted her self-introduction and said with a smile, "I read the document you sent me before, it's well-written..."

"Ugh?!"

The young man abruptly disrupted her planned interaction, and coupled with his subsequent praise, Z23's pretty face flushed slightly with a shy blush: "Commander actually knew me...?"

The document Xu Huan mentioned was indeed something she had spent almost half a night rushing to finish. However, because the information about the commander appeared so suddenly, she originally thought it might get lost in the pile of documents with many inquiries. Unexpectedly, the one she wrote was read and memorized by the commander.

"Yes...it's really amazing..." Xu Huan smiled and nodded, then reached out and gently waved his hand at the still somewhat dazed girl.

Z23's eyes widened as the praise and the numerous gazes from the other ship girls around her caused her mind to suddenly go blank, leaving her momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Aren't you going to shake hands, Z23?"

"Ah...! I'm sorry, Commander!" The girl realized what was happening and quickly stuffed her small hand into the other's palm.

The Z23 was slightly startled by the rough texture of Xu Huan's hand the moment they made contact.

Unlike the young man's clean and handsome appearance, his palms were somewhat rough, and if you looked closely, you could even vaguely feel some tiny scars on them.

These hands are quite different from those that never lift a finger; they seem rough, as if they have undergone a long period of baptism and tempering, possessing their own unique baptism.

It can bring people a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

The girl subconsciously tightened her grip slightly, wanting to feel more of the warmth emanating from it.

"As for your hands... even though Belfast has been helping to take care of them lately, they're still a bit rough..." Xu Huan noticed the girl's inner thoughts and offered his opinion.

Upon hearing this, Belfast's eyes flashed with a hint of heartache, and she said softly, "This is also proof of the source of your power, Master."

Ron, standing to the side, still wore a kind smile.

She noticed this as well when we shook hands.

This is why she subconsciously sized up the young man for a while longer.

The commander... is probably not an ordinary person.

At least they weren't ordinary people who had never experienced combat.

"commander...."

Z23 didn't know what to say, but instinctively, he reached out with his other hand and gently grasped Xu Huan's hand between them.

"This is only our first meeting, and you're already taking advantage of a contractor in front of so many people? Little Nimi?"

Hindenburg, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease the girl whose face was slightly flushed.

These words were very effective. As soon as they were spoken, Z23 quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and retorted with a stiff upper lip, "I didn't mean to take advantage... Please, Hindenburg, don't talk nonsense!!"

"Alright, alright, now is not the time for you two to argue..." Frederick said, stopping the two of them as they seemed about to start a fight.

"Notify the port area that we've returned with the Commander..."

Chapter 207 Arrival at Ironblood

Iron-blooded.

Xu Huan's most direct impression of this faction was that the ship girls' equipment seemed to be related to those mechanical dragons.

This also indirectly confirms that Ironblood's artificial intelligence control technology and bioengineering technology are far ahead of other forces, which can be regarded as Ironblood's most outstanding advantage.

Aside from the mechanical dragon, Xu Huan didn't have many preconceived notions about Ironblood.

Perhaps the predominantly black and red color scheme of the faction, along with their historical prototypes, implies that the Ironblood ship girls are generally more assertive in their daily interactions and dealings.

At least for now, most of the Ironblood ship girls he has encountered are basically of this type.

That peculiar coldness was quite different from the gentleness and softness of the royal family, possessing a unique temperament that belonged only to the Ironblood.

"Ironblood... In some ways, it does resemble the Human Alliance..." Xu Huan closed the file containing information about the Ironblood faction and looked out the window.

It was dusk, and the entire Ironblood Port district in the distance was bathed in the twilight sunlight, giving the Ironblood's cold and austere architectural style a rare touch of warmth.

The buildings, predominantly black and red in color, are arranged in neat rows. While their meticulous style may satisfy those with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, it can also easily create a sense of oppression.

"How are you feeling, Master..." Belfast walked to Xu Huan's side, her eyes also fixed on the distant port area outside the window, and asked softly.

As the head maid of the royal family, this was not her first time visiting Ironblood. The initial novelty had long since faded. More than observing the changes in Ironblood over the past few days, she was more concerned about Xu Huan's evaluation of Ironblood.

"It's quite neat..." Xu Huan stretched, shook his head with a smile, "It's just a bit too formal; it feels like it's hard to relax inside..."

"Oh? Master means—"

"I know what you want to hear, Belfast..."

Xu Huan gently tugged at the cheek of the head maid beside him, and then said to her somewhat puzzled look, "Iron Blood... from the current perspective, is not as good as the Royal Family."

"...Is it not as good as the Royal Family? Ironblood has its own unique characteristics, Master."

Belfast still spoke in a very official and polite manner, but she couldn't help but let a slight smile creep onto her lips.

Seeing this, Xu Huan said irritably, "I've never seen you so polite when we were in the royal family. Now that we're almost at the Iron Blood, you're suddenly praising others?"

"Master, there's a saying in Donghuang: 'When you're under someone else's roof, you're already living under their roof—'"

"I know, I have no choice but to give in..."

As the master and servant chatted, Frederick's announcement finally came from outside the door.

"Child...pack your things, it's time to dock..."

"Let's go, Master..."

Belfast smiled gently, smoothing out the white trench coat draped over the young man's shoulders and the dark suit vest he had just changed into, concealing some barely noticeable wrinkles: "It's time..."

Xu Huan shook his hand to make sure his body wasn't too restricted: "Why does it sound like you're meeting the parents? And Belfast, why do you seem more nervous than me?"

"This is the first time our master has made a formal public appearance, so it's normal for Belfast to be a little nervous..."

After Belfast finished speaking, she looked up at the young man's face, then stood on tiptoe and gently gave him a kiss.

"My master, we can't lose to them..."

-------------------------------------

Ironblood Port Area Wharf.

All the Ironblood ship girls who could reach the port area had gathered here. At this moment, pairs of eyes were looking at the familiar ships in the distance, and their expressions varied.

Standing at the very front were the Bismarck sisters.

With long golden hair, a delicate and unadorned face, a cool and aloof expression, and unfathomable blue eyes like a vast ocean, her slightly pink lips are gently pursed. Her exquisite features perfectly match everyone's imagination of a blonde queen.

The iron-blooded flagship, Bismarck.

Beside her was Tirpitz, a silver-haired ship girl whose face resembled Bismarck by about 70%, but whose temperament was more gentle.

Both men wore iron-blooded military uniforms; Bismarck's was a very traditional black and red, while Tirpitz's was the opposite, predominantly white.

It seems to be in response to her unique nickname, 'The Lonely Queen of the North'.

As battleships, both women were extremely tall. Compared to Bismarck's snow-white breasts covered by her uniform, Tirpitz was much more understated. Her white uniform was extremely conservative, completely covering her upper body and concealing her curves, making it difficult for anyone to see them.

"It's coming... Commander."

Bismarck watched the ships slowly approaching in the distance, and although he should have been happy, he felt a strange sense of unease.

They had just received news that the commander was about to arrive at Ironblood, accompanied by Frederick and his entourage, as well as guests from the royal family.

Her previous suspicions about the commander being in the Royal Navy were now confirmed, but she felt no joy at all.

Based on her understanding of Frederick and the others, if she hadn't proactively spread the news about Xu Huan, the commander would probably still be staying in the Royal Family.

And now these people have not only returned, but they've brought the commander with them...

The person who betrayed her partner returned openly with a long-sought-after goal, which made her unhappy but also made it difficult for her to hold him accountable.

If it was a betrayal, they certainly did conceal information about the commander.

But the credit for bringing people back can also be attributed to those women.

The situation is caught in a dilemma, especially with the commander's attitude unclear, making things even more difficult to handle.

What if other people who know the inside story follow suit?

Ironblood... can it still be considered ironblood?

"Sister...we'll think about those things later..."

As one of the ship girls who knew the whole story, Tirpitz naturally understood the reason for Bismarck's complicated feelings at this moment, so she advised, "The most important thing right now... is still the Commander."

“I understand... Now is definitely not the time to think about these things.”

With a soft sigh, Bismarck looked at the figures that were vaguely appearing on the deck in the distance, and his expression gradually returned to its blank state.

The enormous ship gradually docked beside the pier, and specks of energy began to slowly appear in the air, condensing into a small staircase extending upwards.

Bismarck adjusted his military cap and walked forward.

Chapter 208 The Bismarck Sisters