After leaving the world of all NPCs

Shengli felt that the Duke of York was reliable except when she was carrying out missions, but at other times it made people doubt whether she could speak human language.

The structure of the royal camp is very complex, but generally speaking, it basically follows the power structure of the royal family, nobles, knights, maids, civilians...similar to the feudal aristocracy.

Among them, the Duke of York is considered a member of the royal family, and Victory is considered a member of the nobility.

The Royal Family can also be considered a camp with a very clear organizational structure.

Of course, the most clear thing is the rigorous iron-blooded approach.

The loosest is the White Eagles, the most equal is the Northern Union, and the most chaotic is the Sakura Empire...

Therefore, the Duke of York and Victory, who had just made military achievements and had a say, directly reported Ye Zuochen's existence. At the same time, according to the earliest established process, they wanted to nominate Ye Zuochen as the commander of the royal family.

For other people, this is incomprehensible.

If it weren't for the testimony of other ships in the fleet that they did indeed disappear from this world, others would probably have mistaken this as the Duke of York having another attack.

The Duke of York is reliable as a leader and his speeches are fluent and inspiring.

But other times, whether it's words or text, it's just a bunch of incomprehensible words.

"arrive!"

Gloucester, who was leading the way, stopped in front of an unusually tall double oak door.

The door is intricately carved with royal coats of arms, and the gilded edges reflect a calm luster under the wall lamp.

The Duke of York and Victory also naturally stopped and stopped talking.

The air suddenly became solemn, and an invisible pressure spread out, causing the smile on Shengli's playful mouth to fade a little. The calmness in the Duke of York's light blue eyes also gained a hint of focused solemnity.

Gloucester retreated to the side of the door and stood solemnly with his hands hanging.

Crunch!

The heavy oak door was pushed open silently.

Behind the door was a wider corridor covered with scarlet wool carpet.

The red, bright and thick, like solidified blood, extended straight forward, all the way to the high and lofty throne at the end, shrouded in soft light.

On the throne sat a petite figure.

The royal flagship - Queen Elizabeth!

Her golden hair shone in the light, and the British crown on her head, which symbolized supreme power, formed a sharp contrast with her childish face.

Her blue eyes were clear, yet held a scrutiny that was inconsistent with her age.

The pair of small canine teeth were faintly visible under the tightly pursed lips.

Pure white stockings wrapped around her slender legs and hung over the edge of the throne.

The throne is not an island.

On both sides of the scarlet carpet stood the core of the royal camp.

Guanghui stood slightly in front of the right side of the throne, her silver twin ponytails hanging softly on her shoulders. The brim of her huge white hat cast a light shadow, covering part of her expression, but her blue eyes were as calm as water.

She has an upright posture, with her hands folded in front of her. Under the pure white skirt, the lines of her legs are faintly visible, outlined by white silk stockings.

Immediately to the left of the throne is Warspite.

She is small, and the two strange tufts of hair among her golden hair, which look like animal ears and feathers, are particularly eye-catching.

The purple eyes stared at the newcomer calmly, the long scarf hung down, covering the black laces on both sides, revealing the calves wrapped in white sports socks.

Standing there, it looks like an unchanging reef, exuding a heavy atmosphere that has experienced countless baptisms of fire.

The second ship of the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship - HMS Warspite, her name is a traditional ship name in the British Royal Navy and it is also the seventh battleship to use this name.

It is both the sister ship of Queen Elizabeth and a super predecessor.

Slightly in front of Warspite, and almost symmetrically with Glorious, is King George V of England.

Her long golden hair was like a burning flame, and her red eyes held a frank smile, yet contained an unquestionable power.

The red, white and gold uniform decorated with gorgeous ruffles outlines her plump and proud breasts and toned figure. The bright red cape edge and white fur decoration add a bit of majesty.

With her hands on her hips, her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, are smooth and powerful under her black ruffled skirt.

The aura of the leader of the Royal Knights is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

And at the bottom of the throne steps, where the red carpet begins, Belfast stood quietly.

The maid's dress was perfectly tailored, and the white apron and lace headdress were spotless.

A pair of ice-blue eyes, beneath their rigor, reveal a sharp insight into everything, like the most sophisticated instrument.

The black collar around her neck makes her skin look even whiter.

Under the skirt, the hidden white silk stockings outline the perfect leg shape.

The door was completely open, and at the end of the red carpet, the throne and the ships standing beside it formed a silent picture.

All eyes, some majestic, some calm, some scrutinizing, and some sharp, were focused on the Duke of York and Victory who had just stepped into the hall.

The air seemed to freeze, and only the scarlet carpet led them to the final audience.

"I've read your report," Queen Elizabeth spoke first. "But it feels so fake. Are you really not kidding?"

The Duke of York said seriously, "I wouldn't lie about that."

After saying this, she suddenly drew her ceremonial sword and cut her own neck in front of everyone.

"Duke of York, what are you doing!?" Queen Elizabeth screamed.

War-weary stepped forward immediately.

Belfast quickly called out: "Cerulean, come up quickly..."

"No need." Gloucester, who was standing at the door and peeking from time to time, said slowly: "Maid, the Duke's injury has healed."

The blood returned to his body, and in front of everyone, the Duke of York's fatal wound was healed.

Then, in front of everyone, the Duke of York demonstrated his power.

Dependent beast.

A confluence of energy and intelligence, a complete biological weapon that will destroy surrounding information (memory) once released, and then has a huge vitality to carry it.

At the same time, these beasts are similar to flames.

If the familiar is weak, the summoner should be able to completely control its activities and destroy it after using it up.

However, overly powerful familiars are difficult to destroy.

Just like a large-scale forest fire is difficult to extinguish, powerful beasts are beyond the control of humans.

They will allow their desires to take over, destroying everything and devouring magic power endlessly.

Once a familiar is summoned, it will never be destroyed as long as the magic power remains.

They will only disappear when the surrounding magic power is exhausted.

In other words, it only occurs at the moment when biological memory and all intelligence disappear.

The possessed beast will never let the host die before it completely loses its power.

Even if the heart is pierced, burned to ashes by high temperature or shattered into pieces, the host will not die, nor will he age or become weak.

With the memories of the time of possession, it can regenerate into its original appearance.

It doesn't matter how many times it takes before the beast's magic power is exhausted.

Shengli said, "According to Miss Lala, because of the space shuttle, the Duke of York's familiar has automatically adjusted to adapt to the different laws of the two universes. Now the familiar is actually more like a carrier-based aircraft."

Guanghui touched the "Phantom Beast Machine" summoned by the Duke of York: "I can really feel it. It's a very good child~~"

Queen Elizabeth commented, "Giving you this level of power is certainly valuable, but it's still a hundred thousand years too early for you to command me!"

Even if the Duke of York had a familiar, his power was limited to destroying a country.

As the enemy, the Siren's power is completely at the level of world destruction, or even above that.

Even on the ships side, there are actually quite a few secret weapons.

War-weary, wearing glasses, carefully reviewed the report submitted by Victory. "I think the most valuable thing about Mr. Ye isn't the power he grants our ships, but his ability to revive dead ships. Of course, we can do that, but it's more convenient for him, and..."

She paused, reluctant to use that term.

Guanghui continued, "He is not in our universe. That port is in another universe. Even if the world is destroyed, we can retreat there."

War-weary whispered, "That statement sounds a bit like an escape..."

"But it is indeed an option." King George V continued, "There is no reason to refuse it if it can increase the power of the Royal Family. The only problem is that he not only has our Royal Family's ships, but also Iron Blood's ships."

Victory nodded slightly and expressed his opinion: "I think this is an opportunity, a chance for Azur Lane and Crimson Axis to reconcile."

War-weary agreed. "The disagreement between our two camps is actually over the choice of path. The Red Axis's desire to borrow the power of the Sirens is simply courting disaster. Now that we have a new option, humans are more trustworthy than the Sirens, right?"

All the ships present agreed with this statement.

They are the elves of the ship. Although they can clearly distinguish the memory of the warship from their own memory, the shaping of their souls is still based on the warship, so most of them maintain a certain goodwill towards humans.

However, this kind of liking seems to be more like liking a broad range of people rather than liking a specific person.

After a long discussion among the ships, most of them recognized that Ye Zuochen was worthy of becoming their commander.

but.

"How can a commander be considered a commander if he cannot come to our universe?" King George V of England asked.

Guanghui smiled and said, "Isn't this just perfect?"

In other words, it is exactly the same with or without this person, and they are actually not much different from the past.

The Duke of York asked, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Queen Elizabeth frowned in thought, then suddenly jumped up and waved her hand: "I haven't even met this person, so how can I be sure he's trustworthy? If he suddenly shuts down the 'Void Pill' that I've returned to, won't we never be able to return to our current world?"

Shengli had thought about this problem a long time ago: "Your Highness, in this case, why don't we take it slowly and let the ships in the camp go over one by one to recognize the commander."

Queen Elizabeth nodded slightly and said to Belfast, "Befa, you will go to that world first and gather all the information about that person. Also, send out members of the Maid Corps to take turns as liaisons. We need a ship to stay online and keep an eye on the movements of the Iron Blood."

"Yes, Your Highness." Belfast saluted immediately.

As a perfect and elegant maid, Belfast completed the task assigned by the Queen in a swift and decisive manner. Afterwards, she accepted the energy released by the victorious "Void Pill" and transformed herself into an astral body, passing through the "Void Pill" and merging with her body in the [NPC World].

【Ding】

[Edinburgh-class light cruiser "Belfast": Now online]

The hazy mist in the depths of the ice-blue eyes completely dissipated, returning to their usual clear, sharp and rational luster.

Belfast lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her dark blue maid's dress. Her slender fingers brushed over the non-existent wrinkles on the white apron with an almost demanding precision, gently smoothing out the almost imperceptible curve at the cuffs.

Every movement is smooth and graceful, with a rigor ingrained in his bones.

After digesting the common sense of the [NPC World], Belfast had a thought in his mind and instantly jumped to the scene where Ye Zuochen was.

After confirming his impeccable condition, Belfast raised his feet and stepped silently into the spacious room filled with sunlight.

The huge French windows were open, and the afternoon sun poured in like molten gold, casting long, warm spots of light on the floor.

In the center of the room, Ye Zuochen was facing away from the door, seemingly attracted by a scene outside the window.

Hearing the almost inaudible footsteps behind him, he naturally turned around.

The sunlight fell on the black hair and black pupils, outlining the boy's clear outline.

There was no special expression on his face, just a slight curl of the corners of his lips.

"Ah, you're here?"

Belfast stopped just in front of him, the distance as precise as if measured with a ruler, and she elegantly lifted the sides of her skirt with her hands, leaned forward, and performed a perfect and impeccable curtsy.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Commander."