Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"I occasionally accept some manuscripts online, and gradually got to know some artist friends. This comic was printed by her at her own expense, and it is simply not available on the market."

Xue Cheng was no fool. Just by looking at Tirpitz's expression, he knew that things were not that simple. Thinking of Dafeng's custom letter, Xue Cheng's eyes fixed and he said, "Can I see it?"

"Isn't this bad?" Perhaps because she was getting into the role, Tirpitz's performance became more and more natural. She frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "After all, it's a gift from someone, and they specifically asked not to show it to anyone else."

"Comics are supposed to be drawn for others to see, right? Why would you do it behind their backs? Or is it..." Lexington said thoughtfully, "What's so shameful about this comic?"

"No!" Tirpitz said dissatisfiedly, "That lady is not that kind of person!"

"If that's the case, why can't I show it to the master?" Reputation took a sip of the tea. "Tirpitz is the master's wife, right? Are there any secrets between husband and wife?"

"But..." After saying this, Tirpitz was speechless.

Xue Cheng's face looked a little grim. He took a deep breath and said solemnly to the girl in front of him, "Sorry, Tirpitz, I have a hypothesis that must be verified, so..."

"No matter what the outcome, I will apologize to you."

"Swish." With a light sound, Xue Cheng tore open the packaging of the comic book regardless of Tirpitz's desperate look.

This comic is very thin and seems to be a short comic. The artist uses superb painting skills to show the love story of a common boy and a chaebol daughter. The two people's acquaintance, understanding, and love are vividly displayed in just twenty pages. Even Xue Cheng feels a little unsatisfied.

However, from page 21, the plot takes a sharp turn. With the help of a chaebol daughter, the successful protagonist meets a military girl with short white hair at a banquet. He soon forgets the vows he made with the chaebol daughter and falls in love with the military girl.

The abandoned chaebol daughter was heartbroken. She withdrew all her support for the protagonist, mobilized family resources to bring the unfaithful man down to earth, and then sent people to bring the protagonist to her.

"Do you want to get back everything you lost? Do you want that woman to come back to you?" The chaebol daughter's pupils were dim. She looked at the man in straitjacket who was kneeling in front of her with a hint of flattery in his expression. She licked her lips and revealed a terrifying smile.

"That's going to cost you money, so start by licking my feet."

The next dozens of pages are about the hero being locked up in the basement by the evil heroine. Even the soldier girl was tied up and brought back. She witnessed the hero gradually changing from resistance at the beginning to obedience, and finally kneeling down in front of the heroine with the heroine and becoming a loyal dog.

"..." Xue Cheng didn't move, the comic book held in front of him covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression, but one could feel a terrifying aura gathering around him.

"First of all, Tirpitz, I'm sorry for reading the secret you tried so hard to hide." Xue Cheng slowly put down the comic book and gave the girl a gentle smile. "Secondly, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Admiral, listen to me. I can explain." Tirpitz swallowed hard. She had never seen an admiral like this before. He was smiling, but she could clearly feel the anger hidden beneath his smile. "That..."

"It has your personal seal on it." Xue Cheng shook the comic in his hand. He turned to the last page and showed her the small words and the final seal. "And this sentence... Thank you to Ms. Hu De for your generous sponsorship of this creation. I see."

Xue Cheng smiled at Hood, who had left his seat at some point and was quietly moving towards the door, revealing two rows of white, even teeth. "That blonde, glasses-wearing, flat-chested girl over there, don't even think about running away."

Hood blushed and said angrily, "Even if you're the admiral, you can't do this..."

Xue Cheng ignored Hood. He slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "I originally thought it was just a minor problem, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious. Lexington, it seems that it is urgent to rectify the atmosphere in the port area."

129. Rectify the Atmosphere

Bismarck was wearing a white turban and a gray work suit, and was sweeping the dust in the corner.

Bismarck felt helpless as he had a useless guy at home who had nothing to worry about and a younger sister who was also a bit of a worry.

From the time when he made food that could poison Quincy to the time when he was now a jack of all trades in housework, what had happened in between? Occasionally, when Bismarck thought about it, he couldn't help but sigh.

After packing the garbage and putting it in the entrance hall, Bismarck waited a while to throw it away before going out. He took off his headscarf, walked to Tirpitz's door, and gently pushed it open.

A faint scent of air freshener wafted through the tidy room. The glass cabinet containing the figures had been wiped clean until it was crystal clear, while the comic books and light novels on the other side were neatly stacked on the bookshelf. Bismarck frowned; his sister still hadn't come back.

Although Tirpitz is a homebody, this kind of situation would happen occasionally, where she would run out without even saying hello.

He didn't reply to messages, didn't answer phone calls, and then came home the next day tired and fell asleep. No matter how I asked, he refused to talk about his experience during the time he was gone.

Bismarck had taken tough measures, but Tirpitz, who had always been afraid of him, had withstood the pressure and refused to reveal a single word. Bismarck could not have kept an eye on her all the time, and after a long time, he became too lazy to pay attention to her.

Just like the black cat named Oscar at home, although he always likes to run out to play, he will eventually come back to his side.

After all, although people outside will give it food, they will not take Oscar home, nor will they play games with it like I do, and they will not take care of it as carefully as I do.

Tsk, looking at it this way, why does it feel like Tirpitz is even worse than a cat? After all, every time Oscar eats the cat food he carefully prepares, he will cling to him and act like a spoiled child for a while, while his sister will only complain that he added vegetables she doesn't like to the food.

Bismarck sighed. No matter how hopeless or ungrateful she was, she was still his sister. He couldn't really just abandon her. Just like his own admiral, even though he had done so many excessive things, everyone was willing to forgive him and give him a chance to repent.

After closing the door again, Bismarck went to the bathroom, changed out of his stuffy work clothes, and soaked in the bathtub that had been filled with hot water, recovering from the fatigue of a busy day.

Just when Bismarck was drowsy and almost asleep, she vaguely heard someone talking. Was it Tirpitz who had returned? Or was it Prince Eugen?

Bismarck didn't think much about it. He got out of the bathtub, wiped his body, wrapped a bath towel around himself and walked out.

"Tirpitz, are you back... Admiral? And Lexington and Reputation? Why are you here?" In the living room, Bismarck stared blankly at the people who came in one after another, and was speechless.

"You thief cat! Didn't you see me?!" Hood, who was walking last, was initially angry at Bismarck for ignoring her, but when she saw Bismarck's attire clearly, her cheeks flushed and she exclaimed, "Bah! You thief cat! You pervert cat! You're not wearing any clothes!"

Bismarck tightened the towel around her body to ensure it would not loosen or fall off, then tilted her head to look at Hood and said calmly, "This is my home. What you wear is none of your business. Besides, I never invited you. If you have nothing else to do, Miss Hood can go back first... Ah, everyone come in and sit down."

"Humph, this kind of dirty, stinky cat's den, I wouldn't even want to come if you invited me." Hood hugged the orange ginger, turned his head to the side, and said disdainfully: "But today, thief cat, your sister's affair has been exposed!"

Xue Cheng, who had been silent the whole time, turned around and smiled gently at Hu De: "Blonde, flat-chested, unlucky girl, don't act like you're innocent. You're also involved in this matter."

"What the hell is that name!" Hood glared, but after all, he was in the wrong first, so he complained softly, then hid behind the reputation in dejected manner, trying his best to suppress his presence.

"Admiral, please sit down first. I'll go get some drinks." Bismarck didn't rush back to change his clothes. He just walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and held a few cans of drinks in his arms.

"I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything. Let's have a drink first." Bismarck put down his drink, opened the beer can and took a sip. He exhaled the alcohol with satisfaction. Then he looked at his sister, who had been silent since entering the room, as if she had done something wrong, and said slowly, "Did Tirpitz do something again?"

Xue Cheng handed over the comic book silently.

When Bismarck saw the book, he seemed to understand something. He took it in his hand and flipped through it for a few seconds. Then he rolled up the book without hesitation and used it as a stick to hit Tirpitz on the head.

"It hurts!" Tirpitz cried out in pain and subconsciously wanted to complain, but seeing his sister's angry look, he didn't dare to say anything. He had to cover his head, picked up a can of Coke from the coffee table, and drank it with a look of grievance on his face.

"What are you going to do, Admiral?" Although Bismarck's expression was calm, a vein on his forehead was faintly throbbing.

In the previous book, the soldier girl was obviously based on myself, and the blonde chaebol daughter was obviously Hood, and as for the unfaithful male protagonist... it was of course the admiral.

Thinking of the girl in the comics who was based on himself, kneeling down in front of the blonde lady with a humble look on her face and showing all kinds of ugly behaviors, Bismarck couldn't help but get angry.

"If I'm not mistaken, there must be a complete industrial chain behind Tirpitz."

Xue Cheng folded his arms, with Lexington sitting on his left and Reputation on his right. He was full of aura: "Dig them out and catch them all. We will never allow such things to appear in the garrison again!"

"No problem, leave Tirpitz to me. I will dig out everything she knows." Bismarck clenched his fists, looked at his sister expressionlessly, and told her with his eyes: You are in trouble.

Tirpitz was dejected, knowing that the treasures she had placed under her bed might be doomed. Fortunately, she had more than one place to store her collection, and her home was not the only place where she could store it.

"Shengyu and Hood stay here. By the way, call the Prince of Wales, Hutten and the others over to cooperate with Bismarck's investigation." Xue Cheng picked up the drink on the table, tossed it lightly, and continued to give orders: "Lexington, follow me. Oh, by the way, also call Tianlong and Longtian."

Lexington looked at the Admiral, who was rarely serious, and asked softly, "Admiral, where are we going?"

"Go find Dafeng!" Xue Cheng curled his lips, "I heard that Dafeng is accepting orders..."

130. Writer Dafeng's Daily Life

"A-choo!" Dafeng, who was being talked about by Xue Cheng, sneezed without any warning.

As a literary creator, Dafeng, like many of his peers, can only enter a state of explosive inspiration when everything is quiet at night. As for the afternoon?

Wouldn't it be nice to have some tea and snacks? I can also record the occasional inspiration that comes to mind and prepare for work in the evening.

So this is her regular afternoon tea time.

At this time, Dafeng was sitting comfortably in the living room with a laptop in front of her, the desk covered with various snacks, and a pot of tea.

"Have you caught a cold?" A tissue was handed to Dafeng. She took it and looked up. There were two girls sitting in the small living room.

Among them, the girl with long pink hair, who looked somewhat similar to herself, was holding a napping white GALO in her arms and looking at her with concern.

"Ah, thank you, Hatsuki, I'm fine." Taiho covered her nose with a tissue and said in a muffled voice, "I've always been paying attention to the temperature, so it's impossible that I caught a cold. If I'm not mistaken, someone must be cursing me behind my back."

"Huh?" Chu Ji was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook her head. "Curse or something? That's impossible, right? Even a big bluefin tuna wouldn't do something so extreme."

"Of course not the albacore."

Dafeng stood up and threw the tissue into the trash can. She saw another white-haired girl in a shoulder-baring kimono sitting next to her, staring at the boring variety show on TV, and spread her hands.

"That little girl just likes to tease me and watch my reaction for fun. She doesn't really have any malicious intentions. The ones who really have malicious intentions towards me are another group of people."

Chu Ji asked curiously, "Who is Da Feng talking about?"

Sitting back at the table, Dafeng first typed a few short sentences on the laptop in front of her, then picked up a piece of senbei and started biting it.

It wasn't until Chu Ji's curiosity was fully aroused that Da Feng said with a smile: "Well, Chu Ji also knows that I am a writer after all. I have not only submitted manuscripts to publishing houses, but also serialized my works on the Internet."

Chu Ji nodded, and seeing that she still didn't understand his intention, Da Feng shrugged helplessly and began to explain.

"Some of the works I submitted online ended up being abandoned due to problems like lack of inspiration, poor response, or too little revenue. As a result, I was often cursed by readers. For this reason, I have changed my online accounts several times."

"..." Chu Ji's expression suddenly changed. She was also a reader of Da Feng. Because they had a close relationship, she was often the first reader of a new work. Naturally, she knew how casual the girl in front of her was in her creation.

Since she stopped submitting articles to publishing houses and the Internet, and focused on accepting custom articles from fans, Dafeng has been like a wild horse running wildly on the road of creation.

In my spare time, I often write whatever I think of. After writing, I will ask Chu Ji to read it first. Then, when Chu Ji is still not satisfied, I will start to create another work because of a sudden burst of inspiration.

In short, over the past few years, there have been dozens of works that were ruined by Dafeng, and Chuji, as the first reader, was deeply hurt.

She also tried to persuade Dafeng to fill the hole she had dug, but was rejected by Dafeng with the words "I have no inspiration".

"Always ruining your work... isn't that a bad thing?" Hatsuhime tried to persuade him gently. "I heard that every work is the product of the creator's hard work. Don't you think it's a waste of Taiho to do this?"

"Ah, it's okay." Dafeng waved her hand, picked up a dumpling and took a nibble, saying nonchalantly, "Those things were just a spur of the moment thing, they're not worth any effort at all. You know how many openings I've messed up, right? If even that kind of thing is my hard work, then my hard work is worthless."

Now that you know you’ve lost so much, don’t do such excessive things again!

Chu Ji almost went berserk. She suddenly felt that those readers were just cursing Taiho behind her back. They were so kind. She now had the urge to unfold her ship suit and hit her hard with the flight deck.

Dafeng didn't notice that Chuji was almost collapsed. She held the dumpling in one hand and placed the other hand on the keyboard, recording the occasional inspiration that flashed through her mind. After a while, she suddenly heard the sound of someone getting up. She looked up and saw the white-haired girl standing up.

"Fenghua, are you going back?" Dafeng asked casually.

Fenghua turned her gaze away from the TV, nodded, and said, "The show is over. I want to go out for a walk."

"Oh, remember to come back early." Taifeng lowered her head again, tapping on the keyboard with one hand, and said casually: "Akagi will come to help cook tonight. Well, although Chinese food is not bad, I still prefer Japanese food. It's a pity that Akagi and Fuso don't cook often."

"Okay, I understand." Fenghua nodded and was about to walk out.

But at this moment, the sound of a door being forcefully opened came from the entrance. Following a series of hurried footsteps, a girl with short gray hair, holding up the hem of her kimono, appeared in front of the door. "Dafeng! Oh no! Something terrible has happened!"

"It's G6." Taihou looked at the girl, lowered his head again, opened another bag of snacks, and slowly put it into his mouth. Then he raised his teacup, blew on the tea stems floating on it, took a slow sip, and then asked, "What happened? Don't worry, sit down and drink some tea and talk slowly. Ah, Chuji, please help me get a teacup."

G6 stopped Chu Ji as she was about to grab a cup. Looking at Da Feng, who showed no signs of nervousness, he anxiously said, "It's already this late, and you still have the mind to drink tea? If you don't think of a solution, you're doomed!"

"What happened?" Dafeng looked at the anxious girl and finally became serious. She put down the teacup, thought for a while, took the snacks in her hand reluctantly, and threw them into her mouth quickly.

"Tirpitz's painting of the Admiral insulting me has been discovered! The Admiral has found Bismarck with Lexington and Reputation, and I heard he's planning to seize all her assets!"

G6's answer made Dafeng's pupils shrink slightly. She put down her snacks, forced a smile and said, "Alright, it should have been done a long time ago. I heard that guy even wanted to switch to custom writing to steal my business. Humph, this is what happens when you go against me! Let's see who dares to say I have bad luck again."