Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

Lexington's smile slowly faded, and she had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Omi looked at Xue Cheng with a grin, stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of him: "The Admiral is a pauper, all his salary and bonuses are kept by Lexington, but there is one thing that only the Admiral has ownership of."

Xue Cheng asked curiously, "Is there such a thing? How come I don't know about it?"

"Still pretending." Omi gently hit Xue Cheng's shoulder and said carelessly: "It's the Ring of Oath. My Crescent Moon is a precious sword that can kill deep-sea ship girls. I won't sell it for any money. So... since it's a priceless treasure, I can only exchange it for something of equal value, right?"

100. Forced Marriage

"No!" Battleship No. 13 shouted before Xue Cheng could express his opinion. She walked up to Omi, puffed up her cheeks and glared at him. "It's just a broken sword, and you're trying to trade it for the Ring of Promise? You idiot, don't you understand what the Ring of Promise represents? Can you just exchange something like that?"

Lexington said helplessly, "Omi, the Ring of Promise is a very important item. It's not something that children can just exchange for fun. If possible, please change it to something else."

65 also kept a straight face and said coldly, "I second the motion. This is a despicable act."

Omi spread his hands and said, "But as for the other things... can the Admiral offer something of equal value in exchange?"

"How much do you think Omi wants?" Lexington pulled out his phone and said, "I'll pay for you, Admiral."

Battleship No. 13 also said: "If it's not enough, I can make up for it."

Reputation said: "I have some savings here as well."

"Same below."

"You all think the Ring of Promise is priceless, but you haven't considered that my Crescent Moon can't be bought with money, right?" Omi scratched his hair in annoyance. "This sword is a treasure that can even cut through the armor of a deep-sea battleship."

Xue Cheng was secretly amazed at the reactions of Lexington and the others. In the original world, during promotions, you could buy three Rings of Promise for just over a hundred dollars. Could it be such a precious treasure?

"Forget it," Battleship No. 13 scoffed. "That broken sword of yours can slash deep-sea battleships because of the sheer power of your ship armor, not because the sword itself has some magical power... Well, at most it's just a little stronger and sharper than an ordinary sword. But if that's all, I can pay the best swordsmith to make a similar sword for you, the admiral. Even if it's not as good as the Crescent Moon, it's good enough for ordinary people."

"That's impossible." Omi crossed his arms and chuckled, "You can ask the Admiral, does he feel that this sword is particularly comfortable to hold and easy to use?"

Xue Cheng nodded. It was not a psychological effect. He really felt that the Sanriku was very easy to use. The curvature of the blade, the anti-slip pattern on the handle, and the weight of the knife itself seemed to be tailor-made for him. Holding it in his hand, he even had the illusion of being connected to him by blood.

Omi explained with a smile, "Because the Crescent Moon is my ship's uniform, as the admiral's shipgirl, we have a subtle spiritual connection, and this connection extends to the Crescent Moon. So, do you understand? After using the Crescent Moon, the admiral will not be able to use other weapons."

"You..." Battleship No. 13 was dumbfounded. Did Omi actually plan this all along? This seemingly carefree, silly woman who resembled Kongo quite a bit actually had such a plan?

Lexington smiled bitterly and shook her head. She looked at the complacent Omi and said, "Okay, even if that's the case, what's the point of having the Oath Ring?"

If the admiral is a piece of rotten wood, then Omi is probably the legendary steel straight woman. Although she has a cheerful and lively personality and is very likable, when it comes to her interest in the admiral, Lexington thinks Omi may prefer to practice swordsmanship, or tease other ship girls.

"Eh?" Omi seemed to have noticed something. Her gaze swept across the faces of Lexington and the others, finally landing on Xue Cheng. She said somewhat weakly, "You... don't you think you have some misunderstanding about me? Is it strange that I want the Ring of Promise? And you, Admiral, why are you pretending not to understand what I'm saying now?"

Seeing that Xue Cheng still didn't understand his intention, Omi scratched his cheek irritably and said in self-abandonment, "Okay, I admit that I like the admiral and I want to be his wife. Exchanging the crescent moon for the oath ring is just an excuse. Is this okay?"

"Uh..." Xue Cheng was stunned. Did the iron tree bloom? Did the sun rise from the west? He remembered that even after the oath, Omi's lines were still carefree, without showing any intention of getting close. How did this iron straight woman suddenly come to her senses?

"Omi..." Battleship No. 13 stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "Could it be that during the last argument with Kongo, he showed off with the Ring of Promise, so you wanted to take advantage of today's opportunity to exchange the Crescent Moon for a ring and show off in front of Kongo?"

"Why do you think that?" Omi yelled frantically, "I've already said it's not like that. Is it weird that I like the admiral?"

Battleship No. 65 nodded. Not only her, but also Reputation, Lexington, Xue Cheng, and even who had been silent all looked as if it was a matter of course.

"You guys..." Omi gritted his teeth and simply acted like a rogue: "I don't care, I just want the ring. If the admiral doesn't give it to me, I will pester you every day and follow you wherever you go, unless you give me the Ring of Promise!"

"Aren't you forcing me to get married? How can that be?" Xue Cheng looked at Omi, who was almost rolling on the ground, with a smile and tears in his eyes. Players often jokingly call the ship girls who are very popular and have eye-catching red hearts next to their avatars as forcing me to get married. He didn't expect that after traveling through time, there would actually be a ship girl who forced him to give out a ring.

"Forced marriage? So what?" Omi said confidently, "When the Admiral swore the oath ring, he also put the ring on someone's finger without caring about other people's opinions. Doesn't that count as forced marriage? If the Admiral can do it, why can't I?"

"..." Xue Cheng was speechless. He really had no way to refute this matter. After all, game characters would not communicate with players. When he was marrying a ship girl, he couldn't be so bored as to say a marriage proposal and then wait for the other party's "reply" in a pretentious manner.

However, when the world of the game changes from virtual to real, some things change. At least from the perspective of the ship girl, even if she has a good impression of the admiral, she is still "forced" by the admiral to wear the Ring of Oath.

"Lexington..." Xue Cheng looked at his wife for help.

Lexington smiled slightly, she stretched out her hand and grabbed something, and faint transparent ripples suddenly appeared in the air. A small box fell out from the ripples and was caught in her hand.

"Take it." Lexington handed the familiar small box to Xue Cheng and smiled faintly: "The things are just kept with me. Only the admiral can really decide who owns them, so..."

"Do it the way you like, dear~"

101. Investment

"Hehehe..." Omi raised his palm, carefully admiring the diamond ring on his ring finger, and occasionally letting out a silly laugh. 65 stood aside, his face as cold as ice, his hands pressing hard on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Battleship No. 13's brows twitched, and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard from time to time. The look he gave Omi was very unfriendly, as if he wanted to take a bite of her.

"Are you satisfied, Admiral?" Lexington stood beside Xue Cheng with a smile on his face, with no unusual expression on his face.

Xue Cheng held Sanriku in his arms, feeling the heavy weight of the sword, and looked away guiltily.

Xue Cheng paid a few dozen dollars for a wife and a sword that could cut through iron like mud. No matter how you looked at it, this deal was a sure win for him. However, during the exchange, several other wives were witnessing the transaction, which was a bit too much for him to bear.

The elegant head maid didn't say anything. Although Battleship No. 65 was angry, her anger was obviously not directed at herself. Battleship No. was not his wedding ship, so there was no need to worry. However, it was different for Lexington.

Unlike the last ring given to Yamato, that ring was more like a token of the contract between the two parties. However, the ring given to Omi this time has a completely different meaning.

Lexington, who witnessed the whole process, did not make a noise or get angry, and did not even show the slightest dissatisfaction. This obviously abnormal behavior frightened Xue Cheng. He would rather Lexington had a big quarrel with him, or simply slapped him in the face, called him a "scumbag", and then turned away.

"Come to think of it, did Youming come here to see Yamato?" Xue Cheng quickly changed the subject.

"How does the Admiral know?" asked Battleship No. 13.

"I brought that guy back so unexpectedly, you must be curious." Xue Cheng glanced at Lexington calmly. Noticing that the girl was still looking at him with a smile and didn't react to his attempt to change the subject, he quickly said, "You've come at the perfect time. I was just about to test Yamato's strength. You're all powerful warships, so you'll be the ones to fight in a moment."

"No problem." Satisfied, Omi patted the scabbard at his waist and chuckled, "With the Ring of Oath, I feel my strength has become even stronger. I have the confidence to fight even the Yamato."

"I will help the Admiral win the victory." 65 said seriously.

"Don't be so confident. The enemy is the Yamato." Battleship No. 13 muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Then let's go." Xue Cheng took the lead and was about to walk towards the Shinano courtyard when he suddenly heard Lexington's soft voice beside his ear: "Admiral, Lexington will come to talk to you later."

Xue Cheng stumbled.

Arriving at the courtyard of Shinano, Battleship No. 13 skillfully led everyone to the backyard. From a distance, they saw a white-haired girl in a kimono sitting by the edge, with her back against a pillar, holding a wine jug in her hand, pretending to look up at the sky, with a plate of edamame beside her, and she was drinking wine intermittently.

"Is that person Yamato?" Omi clenched his fists, looking eager to give it a try: "Let me take the lead. Let me see the strength of the world's first ship girl, the Yamato."

After saying that, Omi ignored everyone else's response and walked towards the white-haired girl first.

65's eyes were fiery and full of fighting spirit, while Battleship No. frowned. She was observant and felt a strange feeling from the white-haired girl. Just by looking at her, she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted in her heart. Looking at the girl's appearance again, she felt more and more like she was seeing something.

Am I jealous? Battleship No. 13 pressed her chest and exhaled softly. She wasn't the type to be jealous of others, but that vague feeling in her heart was...

Battleship No. 13's eyes suddenly widened, and a flash of lightning flashed through her mind. She seemed to remember something, and quickly ran a few steps to catch up with Omi, grabbed her arm, and whispered: "Don't go over there! It's dangerous! She is Yamato! A deep-sea ship girl!"

"Yamato is just Yamato... What did you say? A deep-sea ship girl?" Omi said habitually, and then suddenly reacted, subconsciously wanting to summon the ship equipment to meet the enemy.

At this critical moment, the white-haired girl seemed to hear the noise from this side. She turned her head and saw that the other party actually laughed and waved over. "Well, the bastard admiral is here, and Lexington, that is... reputation?"

Omi was stunned, 65's expression was also a little stiff, and Battleship No. 's eyes were sharp. She had seen a familiar thing on Yamato's hand, and the same thing had just been worn on Omi's finger by Xue Cheng a few minutes ago.

"Could it be..." Battleship No. 13 subtly glanced at the man beside her. Was the shipgirl no longer enough to satisfy his appetite? Even the deep sea wasn't spared?

"Don't be impulsive, Yamato is not an enemy now." Xue Cheng whispered, then walked over with Lexington and the head maid.

"Not bad, it seems like you've adapted to the life here?" Xue Cheng teased as he looked at Yamato, whose pale cheeks had a blush on them, his eyes half-open, and he was slightly tipsy.

"Well, isn't there a saying that goes, 'From frugality comes luxury easily,'" Yamato muttered, leaning his head against a pillar, his eyes half-closed. "Compared to assembling a fleet under adverse conditions for a near-sea attack, basking in the sun, staring at the sky, and drinking, I don't need to put in any effort to adapt, right?"

"As long as it is a living thing, it will pursue comfort after meeting the necessary conditions for survival." Reputation said softly.

"That makes sense. Coming to your tutelary fort, I realized all my time before wasted..." Yamato picked up an edamame from the plate beside him and carefully peeled it, sucking the beans into his mouth. Then he tilted his head, looked at Xue Cheng, and said, "What brings you here?"

Xue Cheng touched his nose: "I must be here for something? Can't I just come to see you?"

Yamato giggled. Due to her sitting posture, the hem of her kimono lifted up, revealing a section of her fair calves. She pointed at Xue Cheng's nose and said unhappily, "You? Come to see me? Did I hear correctly? Or am I already drunk?"

"Okay, I knew I couldn't fool you." Xue Cheng shrugged. "There is indeed an important matter I want to discuss with you. It's about the ship's equipment."

Yamato's eyes slowly widened: "What do you mean?"

"We discussed it yesterday. There are still many equipments with excellent properties in the warehouse of the garrison. If you are willing, we can give you some of them for free. This is also our garrison's advance investment in you." Lexington said.

102. Leipzig's Hobbies

"Oh, about that." Yamato's expression had regained its composure. She gently shook the wine flask and said lazily, "I did hear that your tutelary fort has a deep foundation. Even after laying out the gold and colored main guns, there are still some left."

"Hmm?" Xue Cheng looked at Yamato's reaction curiously: "You don't seem very excited?"

"Excited?" Yamato glanced at Xue Cheng and sneered, "You're just trying to fool me with your own junk, and you still expect me to be grateful to you?"

The deep-sea girl shook the diamond ring on her finger. "After all, I am your wife in name only, right? Are you sending me away with some junk? Besides, you don't even know if I can use the shipgirl's equipment."

"Admiral, what's going on?" Battleship No. 13 came over and pointed at Yamato, her brow full of confusion and vigilance.

"Huh, didn't you know?" Lexington was stunned. She remembered that she had already sorted out the details of the incident and posted it in the garrison's group chat. Why did they look like they had no idea?

Omi and 65 are still okay. According to Lexington's understanding, they are usually obsessed with swordsmanship and rarely pay attention to other things. Even their daily lives are taken care of by Battleship No. . But looking at the appearance of Battleship No. , it seems that they are also unaware of it?

Battleship No. 13 awkwardly pressed the hat on his head and lowered the brim. He had been addicted to pay-to-win mobile games recently, and spent all his free time playing games. In addition, he had two giant babies at home to burden him, so he really lacked attention to what was happening in the garrison.

"Ms. Ariaki, this is what happened..." The head maid took the initiative to explain.

After hearing the reputation explanation, Omi sighed in dismay: "What? I thought the Yamato ship girl finally showed up, but it turns out she's just a hard worker in the deep sea. Boring."

Yamato's forehead veins throbbed. "Hey! I heard it! That guy's name is Omi, right? Don't think you're whispering bad things about others!"

"Alright, alright, I said something wrong. I apologize." Omi waved her hand and apologized insincerely. She nudged 65 with her arm and whispered, "Kurohime, let's go back. I'm tired of playing with Yamato. It's so boring..."

Yamato's forehead seemed to be filled with the sound of broken veins. She glared at Omi fiercely, then tilted her head back and drank all the wine in the pot. A stream of clear wine flowed down the corner of her mouth and along her graceful neck into the deep ravine.

"Ha..." Yamato let out a long breath. She raised her hand to wipe the wine from the corner of her mouth and pointed at Omi, who was about to leave with 65. "Stop! What do you think this place is? Can you just come here whenever you want?"

Omi turned around and asked curiously, "Isn't this Shinano's home?"

Yamato choked and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense! Duel! I want to duel with you!"

"Duel?" Omi hadn't said anything when Montana, disheveled and wearing a wrinkled nightgown, suddenly rushed out. Her face still bore red marks from sleeping, clearly having just woken. Her eyes weren't hazy at all, but instead were frighteningly bright. "Who wants a duel? Miss Yamato, is that you?"

"Ah, it's me, I'm going to challenge you... No, I'm going to challenge all of you!" Yamato was furious, and seemed to have lost her mind. She rushed to Xue Cheng like a whirlwind, grabbed his collar with both hands and shook him hard: "Give me all the best equipment in your warehouse, I want to remind these guys of the terrifying deep-sea flagship!"

Perhaps it was because of the excessive pressure after arriving at Xue Cheng's garrison that Yamato showed signs of going berserk. Xue Cheng did not dare to stimulate her sensitive and fragile nerves any further. Led by Lexington, the group came to the warehouse.

Meanwhile in the warehouse, Leipzig was doing something strange.

"Hehehehe..." There were filing cabinets everywhere in the spacious and bright office. Judging from the accumulated dust on the cabinets, it was obvious that they had not been cleaned for a long time. Leipzig, dressed in a neat military uniform, sat behind the desk and let out a creepy laugh.

In fact, objectively speaking, Leipzig in military uniform still has some soldier-like handsomeness. However, at this moment, she had a strange smile on her face, holding a palm-sized gold nugget in her hand, drooling constantly, and rubbing the gold nugget on her cheek from time to time, completely destroying the good image she should have.