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After hearing this, Ye Zuochen didn't even open his eyes. His head, resting on the maid's long legs, shook lazily.

"What's so difficult about this? Have Iron Blood send a few ships under the guise of a friendly visit. They can quietly take in Amagi's relics and contaminate them with a mixture of Void Core energy and the Mind Cube. If Amagi is resurrected, wouldn't the problem be... solved?"

After saying that, Ye Zuochen suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and accurately lifted the dark blue hem of Belfast's maid's skirt.

Without any hesitation, he buried his entire face in it.

"Well……"

Belfast's swan neck straightened instantly.

Ye Zuochen's skills were obviously terrifyingly superb.

In just a few seconds, Belfast's flawless and rigorous expression completely collapsed. Her blue eyes suddenly widened, her pupils lost focus, and her long silver-white hair swung out in a graceful arc as she raised her head uncontrollably.

His whole body was tense as a bow, and slight tremors quickly spread throughout his body.

"Excuse me..."

Belfast used up his last bit of willpower and squeezed out this broken apology from his trembling lips.

Before she finished her words, uncontrollable sweat had already flowed down her smooth and tight thigh skin, soaking the edge of her white garter stockings, leaving a wet mark that slowly meandered downwards.

Queen Elizabeth said with a hint of jealousy: "You really like Belfa."

Frederick the Great held his face in his hands and said, "It's a wedding ship after all. There are only eleven ships in the entire port area with wedding bands."

Bismarck sighed and looked at the wedding ring on Belfast's finger: "Eleven, who are they?"

Frederick the Great listed them all: "The Royal Family's is Belfast, ours is Blücher, the White Eagle's is Baltimore, the Vichy's is Vicious, the Eastern Glory's is Zhenhai, Yixian, and Haitian, and the Sakura Empire's is Amagi, Ayanami, and Shimakaze, and there's also a strange ship."

"I really can't tell the commander's preference at all." War-weary went through these ships in his mind and came to this conclusion.

Queen Elizabeth suddenly thought, "Wait a minute, could it be that the Commander asked us to bring Amagi in because of his personal interest?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the ships present changed slightly.

Although it’s not a good idea to think like this.

However, seeing Ye Zuochen getting so close to Belfast without caring about his image at all, it is hard not to have such doubts.

Bismarck pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "How about we send Blücher over here as the commander's secretary ship?"

By the way, steal a man...

Bismarck and Frederick the Great both thought of Blücher, one of the few normal people in the Iron Blood camp, and his carefree appearance. They compared the other party's appearance at the moment and suddenly felt that hope was slim.

not good!

Is their iron-blooded commander going to be captured by the royal ship?

An inexplicable competitive spirit surged in their hearts.

It seems that we must seek foreign aid from the Red Axis.

Can you still count the events of the fourth game?

113 First, the doctor who committed the sin of arrogance

Somewhere in the Alps, snow is the eternal master here.

"Look, Commander! Blücher is taking off!"

The crisp sound of skis cutting through the new snow was particularly pleasant. Two figures flew across the endless white silk, leaving behind one deep and one shallow mark.

Ye Zuochen leaned forward slightly, and the cold wind and speed hit him in the face.

To be honest, he has no interest in skiing.

Wow!

His gaze was drawn to the leaping figure in front of him.

Blücher was like a burning flame.

The creamy yellow ponytails fluttered high in the wind like fluttering battle flags. She leaped lightly from a steep slope again, spreading her arms, not worrying about falling at all, leaving behind only a string of laughter like silver bells piercing the snowfield.

"Ah--Commander! Do you see that I'm in a better mood?"

The girl's round, bright, light red pupils were filled with pure joy, melting the cold winter around her a little.

The white ski jacket she wore fluttered as she moved drastically, the fluffy white fur on her shoulders and collar trembled slightly as she jumped, and the red stripes on her cuffs and hem were like jumping flaming tassels.

The form-fitting black one-piece ski suit perfectly outlines her youthful curves, and the clever cutouts at the back and waist appear faintly during exercise, adding a touch of just the right amount of lightness.

The functional straps crisscrossing the chest further highlight the vigorous sense of power.

The ski pants hug the legs tightly, with smooth lines extending all the way to the white ski boots, and "BLUCHER" is written in white letters on the side of the trouser legs.

The small white fluffy ball on the back waist looks like a rabbit's tail.

"Hehe, you have to treat me if you lose!" Blücher turned around after a beautiful sideslip and sudden stop, stirring up a cloud of fine pink snow. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush from exercise and excitement, and she raised her chin proudly towards Ye Zuochen who had just slid to her side.

Ye Zuochen was speechless: "How can ships be so fast on the ground?"

Blucher laughed and said, "Commander, you've never skied before, have you?"

"I'm from the South, but it's not that southern. It's still southern because there's no heating."

"It sounds like it's very cold. I heard there's no heating in the port area of ​​​​Bei Lian."

"They're dressed pretty warmly."

"But I've heard from people who've been on the North Union ship before that they'll turn on the air conditioner and wear down jackets even in the scorching summer."

"..."

The two chatted casually and trudged for a while along a well-maintained path, through the thick, creaking snow.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

An open valley is surrounded by perfect snow trails, and an ancient castle with obvious marks of the times stands quietly at the end of the valley.

The stone walls are majestic, the towers point to the pure blue sky, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the dazzling light in the sunlight.

Pushing open the heavy oak bar door, the air, mixed with the aroma of burning pine, mulled wine and food, instantly embraced them.

The flames in the fireplace licked the thick logs happily, and the firelight danced on the polished brass decorations and dark wood bar, reflecting the old ski prints on the wall.

Blucher almost cheered as he rushed to a high stool beside the bar, kicked off his ski boots, and swung his calves comfortably in the air.

"My most beloved Commander, cheers to celebrate our conquest of the Snow Mountain!"

Amber whiskey and golden beer each fell into the glass.

Blücher had clearly overestimated his tolerance for alcohol.

After a few sips of ice-cold beer, the moving blood color quickly spread from the cheeks to the ears, and even climbed up the slender white neck.

The girl held her chin, her eyes gradually covered with a layer of misty watery light, but her smile became more and more romantic, and her body unconsciously leaned towards Ye Zuochen, as if he was the only stable fulcrum.

"Meeting the Commander is as wonderful as magic to me~"

"I'm also very happy to meet Blücher."

Ye Zuochen just looked at her gently, the smile in his eyes like the warm light in the fireplace.

The music from the bar gradually blurred into a comfortable humming background sound.

Without the ship suit deployed, the ship is just an ordinary girl...

Probably ordinary.

Thick milky yellow hair rubbed against Ye Zuochen's jaw, carrying with it the clean scent of exercise and a hint of salty sweat.

The hot breath penetrated the fabric and ironed my arms.

After one night.

Even the heavy velvet curtains could not completely block the penetration of the Alpine dawn.

In the quiet guest room deep in the castle, the faint morning light is like the most delicate paintbrush, outlining the outlines bit by bit in the darkness.

Ye Zuochen opened his eyes first.

Blucher curled up in his arms like a small animal seeking warmth.

The heavy velvet curtains were silently pulled open a crack.

Outside is a wide stone terrace.

As soon as Ye Zuochen walked out, a cold wind with the unique sharp and pure breath of the snow-capped mountains blew in his face.

The sky is a wonderful gradient, transitioning from the deep indigo against the snow-capped mountains to a blend of rose gold and tangerine towards the horizon.

The silent silhouettes of the mountains are bordered by a golden edge that flows and becomes brighter.

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other and light footsteps behind him.

Blucher, wrapped in the thick blanket in the room, staggered out like a cold little bear.

Her sleepy eyes immediately curved into bright crescents when she saw Ye Zuochen standing by the terrace. She quickly walked over, unceremoniously lifted a corner of the blanket from between Ye Zuochen's arms, and skillfully crawled in, wrapping herself tightly in it. Then she leaned her head back into the familiar shoulder socket and let out a sigh like a cat being stroked.

"Commander, you're so warm..."

Blucher rubbed his cheek against Ye Zuochen's shoulder, looking for the most comfortable angle.

Under the blanket, hands groped.

She found Ye Zuochen's hand, and their ten fingers naturally intertwined and clasped together.

In the eastern sky, the colors of rose gold and tangerine suddenly became strong and rich, like molten gold.

Finally, a red-gold blade of light suddenly pierced through all the colors and cut through the black outlines of the mountains.

The sun leaps majestically above the snow line!

In an instant, the pure light split the darkness like a holy sword, igniting the continuous snow-capped mountains into a burning platinum ocean.

The light poured down, filling the valley, illuminating the figures cuddling on the terrace, and casting a sacred golden glow on their faces.

Blucher was so stunned by the magnificent view that he held his breath slightly. He then turned around and looked at Ye Zuochen's profile, which was illuminated by the morning glow. The light also jumped into her pale red eyes. "Commander! A new day has begun! Blucher, I can be with you again!"

The girl's eyes sparkled, and her smile blossomed in the morning light, brighter than the rising sun.

The valley covered with fresh snow spread out beneath my feet, silent and still, like a newly completed ink painting.

At the edge of the castle terrace, Blücher leaned on Ye Zuochen's shoulder, his milky yellow hair slightly lifted by the mountain breeze, brushing against his neck, bringing with it the warmth of the first rays of the sun.

In the girl's pupils, which reflected the morning glow, there was no longer any stirring of snow dust from the rushing down snow. Instead, there was only a complete, burning dawn, and a gentle reflection that was clearer than sunlight.

Suddenly, she blinked.

"Commander, your hands feel a little cold. Not really cold, but just..."

Blücher didn't know how to describe it.

Ye Zuochen sighed and said speechlessly, "Because I was with you the whole time yesterday and didn't offer any sacrifices, I can't use any of the [Fallen Dragon Sin Crown] today, so it feels empty."

Blucher was puzzled. "Fallen Dragon's Sin Crown? It sounds impressive. Is it some kind of decoration?"

Ye Zuochen explained: "No, to express it in German, it is the heads of the Seven Deadly Sin Dragons, the power that was usurped by Lucifer who defeated the disobedient Lucifer."

"You can transform your arms into dragon heads. The seven dragon heads represent the seven deadly sins."

"Using the dragon head requires a sacrifice. The sacrifice is the sins committed the day before dawn."

"The crimes committed are enough, and the Dragon Head can be used this day."

"If the crimes are not committed enough, the corresponding dragon head cannot be used."

"Only one dragon head can be used at a time, and once the dragon head is switched, it cannot be used. Otherwise, it can be used continuously."

Having said this, he paused and said speechlessly: "The seven crimes committed yesterday are not enough, so the power cannot be used at all today."

"Which of the seven deadly sins are pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust?" Blücher didn't understand. "But didn't we sleep together yesterday?"

Ye Zuochen explained, "The sin that the head of lust needs to commit is not sexual intercourse, but infidelity, which is to violate the doctrine of monogamy and have sex with multiple women."

Blücher nodded and then suggested, "Is it too late, Commander?"

Ye Zuochen: “?”