How to fall in love with a ship girl?

Beifa shook his head and said, "Okay... Let's follow the master in..."

Chapter 209 Not an Ordinary Person

I won’t go into detail here about the specific reception details at Tiexue, but by the time the basic process was completed, it was already evening.

After Bismarck briefly expressed his apologies for not being able to continue accompanying them as the affairs of the port had not yet been dealt with, Xu Huan and his party, led by Tirpitz, came to the Iron Blood's reception area.

That is the Iron Blood Hotel, which is the opposite of the Royal Hotel.

Or should we say it is the iron-blooded reception area.

Unlike the big royal house, the Iron Blood reception area is composed of many independent small villas, which in a sense can provide people with a separate and private space for living.

The exterior of the small villa may not look as magnificent as the royal one, but it has an interior with a unique iron-blooded style. The experience it brings is a little different from that of the royal one. The colors are a bit cold, but it is still comfortable enough.

As the commander, Xu Huan was naturally assigned a large villa with the best comprehensive conditions. However, the excessive space made him feel a little uncomfortable as he was used to living in his small house.

The second floor.

The warm orange light shining on the wall, coupled with the flickering fireplace in the room, brings psychological warmth to people, and their bodies seem to melt into it.

Befa stood in front of the bed, tidying up the bed that had just been made for Xu Huan. Xu Huan stood in front of the bed, looking out the window at the port area of ​​Tiexue, which was illuminated a little too brightly by the lights. It was unknown what he was thinking.

It was almost autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night was huge. The cold wind from the window blew through the tiny gaps left for ventilation and hit the young man's face, making the hair on his forehead become messy.

"Owner..."

Beifa gently patted the pillow that had just been placed in place, and after confirming that the filling was soft, he looked at the young man who had been standing in front of the window and said, "The bed has been made... They are all the pillows you are used to sleeping on in the royal family. As for the quilt, I changed it to a thicker one because the weather is getting colder..."

Xu Huan hummed softly, his eyes still wandering.

Seeing this, Beifa walked gently behind Xu Huan, stretched out his hands, and gently lifted the young man's waist.

She didn't say much, but just moved her body closer to the young man.

"Master... wind is the root of all diseases..."

"Ah... I see."

The softness behind him and the pleasant fragrance of the ship girl gradually brought Xu Huan back to his senses from his contemplation.

He turned around and looked at Belfa who was holding him, then squatted slightly, stretched out his hands and picked up the ship girl like a princess.

Beifa struggled slightly, but when she saw Xu Huan's eyes, she became obedient again, twisted her body gently, and found a suitable and comfortable position in Xu Huan's arms.

For a maid, it is unacceptable for her master to serve her, such as carrying her like a princess.

But she understood that at this time she no longer had to be the so-called head maid beside Xu Huan, but could become an ordinary ship girl lying in the arms of her "master".

Of course, in order to maintain his master's face, Befa would only temporarily and passively accept such an identity change when there were no outsiders around.

Xu Huan did not hold Beifa in his arms. The two of them came to the soft sofa beside the fireplace. As Xu Huan leaned back gently, Beifa also changed from the princess hug posture to a cuddled posture.

The two of them didn't speak, and Befa raised his head slightly.

The thin chin, the slightly pursed lips, and the unique, reassuring smell of the young man.

She raised her gaze again.

The young man's eyes were now looking at the fireplace where small flames kept flashing. Befa could even see the reflection of the flames in his dark eyes. The small flames in them were like flying elves, adding a bit of spirituality to his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because I was sitting next to the fireplace, but as I looked at the flickering reflection of the flames, my body began to slowly relax.

It was like swimming in a warm ocean, gradually losing the strength to control my body.

She slowly melted into Xu Huan's arms.

The head maid is indeed very nice...but it seems pretty good like this.

Beifa liked this kind of tenderness very much, but Xu Huan's worried look at the window just now also made her a little worried.

This is Iron Blood after all, and strictly speaking, they are still guests.

"Owner...."

"what happened?"

Xu Huan hugged the ship girl in his arms a little tighter.

"Beffa wants to know...what were you thinking about when you were looking out the window just now?"

"I?"

Xu Huan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he thought for a while. He did not answer Beifa's question, but asked: "What do you think of Bismarck?"

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"What do you think...Commander?"

In the office of the Iron Blood Central, Bismarck closed the pen in his hand and asked as he looked at Tirpitz who had just entered the room and was taking off his slightly heavy cloak and coat.

"How do you ask this question?"

Tirpitz answered without even looking up, his hands continuing to move.

"I just want to take your opinion into consideration. I want to know what you think of the commander..." Bismarck crossed his hands and put them on his chin and said, "After all, I came back a little early, so I want to ask you if there is anything special that happened later..."

"Nothing special..." Tirpitz recalled the casual chat he had with Xu Huan and said, "He seemed very relaxed and had no wariness towards the Iron Bloods or the Ship Girls."

After answering, Tirpitz asked curiously, "What's wrong? Sister... do you have any special opinion of him?"

“He is not an ordinary person…”

Bismarck thought for a moment and answered.

"Of course he is not an ordinary person. An ordinary person cannot serve as a commander..." Tirpitz shook his head.

"Something doesn't feel right..."

Frederick said: "From his appearance, he should be young, but when I shook his hand today, I saw a lot of scars and calluses on his face..."

"oh....?"

Tirpitz raised an eyebrow.

If there are scars... it's normal, and it can be simply understood that the hands have been injured, but if there are calluses——

"His skin is very white, and if you look closely at it... it's also very delicate." Bismarck went on to say, "He doesn't look like someone who could have hands like that."

Chapter 210: The Days Are Still Long

"So... Sister, do you think the commander is not an ordinary person just because his palms and skin don't match?"

Although Tirpitz also found it difficult to explain, wouldn't it be a bit far-fetched to make a judgment based on this reason alone?

"Let me make it clear that when I say 'not ordinary people', I don't mean it in a derogatory sense," Bismarck said. "Besides that, there is some news from the Sirens."

"News from the Siren?"

"It seems that some of them met the commander's fleet on the way to Iron Blood..." Bismarck pressed his fingers lightly on his temples: "And they suffered a great loss."

"This is normal, sister... Not to mention that Frederick and the other three are in the fleet, even the royal family's hatred has come along this time."

Tirpitz said: "If there are no accidents, such a lineup can basically guarantee the absolute safety of the commander. Even if he cannot win, he can run away without any problem."

"Indeed... I hope I'm overthinking..." Bismarck sighed softly, then looked at his sister again.

Tirpitz's cold face seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Sister...I'm a little confused about what you're thinking..."

She said, "Commander...is it necessary for ordinary people?"

"Yes..." Bismarck nodded slowly and explained: "For us...if he is an ordinary person, we can better keep him in the Iron Blood."

"You should have felt it when he came today, right? As long as you stay with him long enough... your mental energy will increase slightly."

"Although the magnitude is not large, it will accumulate over a long period of time and provide a very reliable energy bonus for Iron Blood, which is extremely beneficial to the combat effectiveness of the entire port area."

"It would be great if the commander was an ordinary person..."

Bismarck said this, but the words that were about to come out were suddenly interrupted.

She didn't know if she should say such a thing.

"Is it easy to control?" Tirpitz, who understood his sister's thoughts, immediately added.

From the fact that he was able to cooperate with the Sirens to enhance the Iron Blood's strength, it can be seen that Bismarck only cared about maximizing the benefits of things most of the time.

Although it is the flagship and is concerned about the entire port area, it cannot change the fundamental fact that it has infringed upon the interests of the commander.

Tirpitz found it difficult to accept.

She is not quite like her sister.

"Right...right?" Bismarck's fingers tapped frequently on the table unconsciously, and he became a little impatient:

"But it can't be described as 'control', but rather——"

"Changing the words cannot affect the core of the matter, sister..." Tirpitz sighed and did not intend to continue talking about this topic.

She picked up her coat and cloak again and prepared to return to her residence.

"Tirpitz..." At this moment, Bismarck behind her suddenly called her name again.

The silver-haired ship girl turned around, and Bismarck also stood up from the table.

"I hope you can help me....keep an eye on him. Ironblood needs more information about the commander."

"Sister, you can come by yourself..."

"I'm busy...I don't have much time."

Tirpitz was silent for a long time and turned around again.

"Row."

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"Bismarck?"

Beifa listened to the question asked by Xu Huan and was a little curious: "Master, what aspect do you want to know? Strength or personality... or something else?"

"Nothing, just tell me what you think of her?" Xu Huan replied.

"Let me make it clear that I am not asking these questions because I have any opinion about her. I just want to learn more about this iron-blooded flagship."

"I understand. Master, there is no need to explain so much. It would make you seem guilty." Beifa knew that Xu Huan explained this extra sentence because he was considering her feelings, and she felt a little warmer in her heart.

After all, holding a ship girl in your arms, but asking her about another woman would make people feel a little dissatisfied.

"Bismarck... from Beff's point of view, he is a very qualified leader." Beff said slowly:

"Compared to Your Majesty, Miss Bismarck is very outstanding in every aspect... Whether it is her style of doing things or her temperament, she is very consistent with the style of Iron Blood."

"Indeed... compared with Elizabeth, Bismarck's own qualities as a flagship are definitely excellent." Xu Huan agreed very much.

Or should we say that Bismarck is what a faction flagship should be like, a leader like Elizabeth...

To be honest, even among the many civilizations Xu Huan had seen, there were very few like this.

"But...because of Miss Bismarck's personality, she often puts the interests of the Iron Blood first and is very tough. This also leads to the faction's relationship with other factions not being very good."

"Not to mention the Royal White Eagles, who have a traditional hostility, even the relationship between the Iron Bloods and the Sakura Empire is not good..."

"I heard that Bismarck is not only tough on the outside, but also has a similar attitude internally, which has led to some 'splits' within the Iron Blood..."

"Well, I know a little about this." Xu Huan thought of the three iron-blooded people who were unwilling to go back to the royal family, especially from Frederick's words and attitude, he could get a glimpse of it.

"Generally speaking, these are both good and bad..." Beifa gently placed his head against Xu Huan's chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, no one is perfect... Well, except the master."

"No smuggling..."

Xu Huan was amused by the maid's last words, and his fingertips gently ruffled some of the ship girl's hair on her forehead: "It's getting late, and we've been tired all day... Let's go back and rest first?"

Beifa nodded slightly, buried her head in Xu Huan's chest and said "hmm" softly.

She slowly climbed up from the young man's body, then bent her head and gave him a gentle kiss.

The soft and sweet touch blooms between the mouth and tongue, as if mixed with nectar.

"....What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to kiss my master..." Befa smiled slightly and pecked the young man's face again.