The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

"Why? I don't want to salvage the ship. We have Dunkirk, right?"

Dunkirk, Dundun, Dunzi, of course he remembered.

It was just an ordinary battlecruiser, but why did he remember it so well? It was because the woman was so beautiful, a majestic French female knight.

It hit Huang Chen's strike zone perfectly.

Especially her outfit, I forgot what it was called, it was not a swimsuit, just ordinary casual clothes.

Dunkirk sat on a high chair, a wine glass in one hand and her hair in the other, her slender legs crisscrossing before her eyes.

It's so beautiful.

But even then, Dunkirk has no ring to it.

Because he was a big gun and big ship party at the beginning. Even though Dunkirk was a battlecruiser, its guns were not big enough.

At that time, I was just starting out and was reluctant to spend money, so I naturally gave the only ring I had to someone I particularly liked.

He was lucky, as he had a lot of super rare battleships at the beginning, such as Nagato and Warspite. No matter how he attacked, it was not Dunkirk's turn, let alone the ring.

I did practice it later, but I didn’t have any intention of making up for it.

How can I put it? I can only say that there are too many ship girls that hit his strike zone.

As for whether that Dunkirk happened to be his own? The probability was too small.

"Yes, but I'm not talking about salvaging the ship. It's just that the desserts made in Dunkirk are very delicious, and I think we can give it a try. If the Commander doesn't want to go, forget it."

"In that case..." Huang Chen lowered his head. He had no interest in desserts, but it seemed that Bumblebee liked them very much. "Let's go after dinner. I'm a little hungry."

...

"Here's your cake." Walklan handed the package in his hand to the short red-haired ship girl beside the counter, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's the last one, all the desserts and cakes are sold out.

When a KanColle opens a shop, she pays attention to being free and unconstrained. However, it is rare for a dessert shop to be open for only a few hours.

The reason why there were so few desserts today was because they planned to have a picnic in the park in the afternoon, so naturally they didn't prepare much dessert.

Dunkirk has been running a dessert shop for a long time, so they naturally know how to control the quantity so that the baked desserts can be sold out just before lunch.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many different desserts I wanted to bring to the picnic, I might as well make more and probably wouldn't have opened the shop today.

On this side, a girl with pink twintails and a chef's uniform came out of the kitchen, holding a baking tray of black cake. "Walkerlan, there's more here."

"Ah! Didn't Sister Dunkirk say she was gone?" Walkerin was shocked and felt a little uncomfortable.

Tartu was always reading, Evil only knew how to sleep, and she was the one who did all the work.

Doesn't she want to do it well? She might as well play with her fork.

It's not that I can't do it, it was like this before. It's just that just when I thought I was free, they suddenly hold me down and tell me I can't do it, but I still have to continue.

This is the most horrific punishment in the world.

For a moment, the ahoge on top of his head also drooped down.

"Haha, just kidding. This is the mousse cake Dunkirk baked for everyone!" La Galissonnière smiled. "One for each of you."

"Ah! Sister Galissonnière is so excessive!" Vauquelin said, but without any hesitation, he quickly took a piece of cake and placed it in front of Tartu. "Tartu, eat the cake."

Then he picked up two more servings and placed one of them next to Evil. He gently pushed the soft body and said softly, "Evil, get up and eat the cake."

"Ah... I'm so sleepy..." Vicious moved slightly, raised his head, looked at Walkerlan, and blinked confusedly, "Mousse cake?... Thank you."

Then he sat up and began to eat the cake slowly.

"You're so evil! You look like a caterpillar." Walkeran said while eating the cake.

"Hmm," she nodded viciously, her snow-white hair flying.

"Vicious just likes to sleep. Actually, he is more like a sloth." Tartu said on the side.

"What's a sloth? A lazy bug that lives in trees?"

"An animal that can sleep in a tree for twenty-two hours a day."

"Ah~ Isn't this the same as vicious?" Walkeran was shocked.

"No, malice doesn't sleep in trees, does it?" La Galissonnière quipped.

Everyone couldn't help laughing. Evil didn't say anything and continued to focus on the cake. Everyone had gotten used to it.

Only Walkeran couldn't help but secretly glance at Evil. She clearly remembered that Evil was not like this before.

Zhu Lang's fantasy, the vicious blade of the Vichy Church, it was naturally not so vicious before.

She is the guardian of the Holy See. Sometimes she is calm and perceptive, and sometimes she is cunning and versatile.

When did it become like this?

At first, I just couldn't get up in the morning, took longer naps, and loved reading comics at night.

No one cared until she started sleeping in the shop during opening hours, until she started opening the shop in her pajamas.

Finally, Vicious evolved into a sloth.

I had never seen such viciousness before when I was in Hong Kong. What caused this change?

It’s still the same person, right?

The person who disappeared.

Tartu had changed too, becoming more fond of reading and more prone to contemplation. Sister La Galissonnière had also changed; she had not mentioned her work, which she had often done before.

Sister Dunkirk has also changed. I haven’t made macarons and Mont Blanc, which I used to love, for a long time.

It’s all because of that person. So many changes have happened to everyone.

So will that person change?

If you think about it carefully, he's just an ordinary person, right? After so many years, he should have become an old man, right?

What would he look like as an old man?

Walkerlin thought about it, and then felt strange. Why did he think of him so often today?

I couldn’t remember it for ten days or half a month before. Even if I suddenly remembered it sometimes, it was always at night, in bed. Why is it here today?

She shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to put the commander's face out of her mind.

Open it, there is more.

Close it, shake it, open it again, and it becomes so real, as if it is right in front of you.

what happened?

Walkeran was confused. He closed his eyes and shook his head fiercely, and his ahoge flew like a whip.

When I opened my eyes again, there were two more people.

Bumblebee? Essex? And that silly eagle?

Why do you think of these?

Then I heard a surprised voice, "It's you! It's you!"

Chapter 019 Chen Hong's Classmate

"Are all the cakes in Dunkirk delicious?" Huang Chen asked Bumblebee, who was full of activity.

"Every Dunkirk in the world is good at making desserts," Bumblebee replied. "Their specialties are macarons and Mont Blanc."

“Of course there are subtle differences. It’s not like everyone cooks it the same way, but they’re all delicious.”

"I'm a little looking forward to it." Huang Chen smiled and walked carefully on the side of the road. It seemed that it had rained here and there was water on the road.

I had a casual lunch. There was everything on the boat. They were not stingy when it came to food. As long as you were willing to spend money, you could catch fish on the spot.

So I didn’t have any urgency to have a good meal, and just casually tried some of the local specialties, which was actually just a pot of stew, which was relatively light and contained various seafood and some vegetables.

When it comes to spending money, Huang Chen is a little embarrassed to speak up. In fact, he had used up all his money long ago.

I've only been in this world for a short time, so being able to survive is already a blessing. Why do I need to save money? How is that possible?

Although I got some of the money back after returning the apartment, it was still not enough for the boat ticket.

The money was all Essex's.

It's not that he had to refuse in a pretentious way, or come up with some unbelievable ideas, such as buying the cheapest boat ticket himself and then having the two girls sail over.

But I still have some reservations in my heart. It's not nice to be a gigolo.

These symptoms disappeared very quickly. On the one hand, I had become like family to Essex and Bumblebee. Since we were family, why should we differentiate between your money and my money?

On the other hand, I have become thick-skinned, so I naturally don’t feel it.

Of course, the most important thing is that he knew that commanders all over the world were living off the ship girls.

After thinking about it, it's actually like this. The ship girls are young and beautiful, and have strong combat capabilities. They can obtain resources by attacking, and they also receive subsidies from the ship girl headquarters.

And what about the commander? When there were few shipgirls, he could still do some clerical work, but when there were more shipgirls, he really didn't do anything.

It’s okay to say that commanders are all raised by ship girls.

In that case, Huang Chen won’t be one more.

Secondly, there are many types of relationships between ship girls and commanders, such as father and daughter, brother and sister, husband and wife, brother and sister, mother and son, sisters, etc. In short, it is a family relationship.

The naval base or port area is a big family.

The money in the family is not yours or mine, it is not the ship girl's nor the commander's, it is the family's, and the commander is in charge of it.

Thinking of this way, Huang Chen calmed down.

After turning another corner, the view opened up. There was a square in front of me and a building nearby with the words "Department Store" written in large letters on it.

"It's opposite the Baihua Road Department Store, right?" Huang Chen looked over and quickly found a shop with simple decoration. The glass walls allowed people to see into the store.

There were a few seats and a counter, and there were a few figures behind the counter, but they were not clear.

Then I saw a short red-haired girl carrying a package coming out of the dessert shop, and then a guy in a white navy uniform came up to chat with her.

I don’t know what she said, but the girl ran away quickly, and then the man in navy uniform walked away with an embarrassed look on his face.

Then I heard a burst of laughter. I looked in the direction of the sound and found several commanders in white navy uniforms under several parasols under the department store.

"Those should be Chen Hong's classmates, right? Are they salvaging the boat?" Huang Chen thought about it and realized it, but he had no intention of going up to say hello.

I didn't know what to say when I went up to him.

"Never mind, let's go to the dessert shop! I didn't eat much on purpose just now." Bumblebee said excitedly.

“I also recommend going straight to a dessert shop,” Essex said.

"Okay." Huang Chen nodded and went straight over.

He passed the man in the white navy uniform on the road. He didn't think much of it, but was stopped unexpectedly. "Brother? Is that the commander?"

"Yes."

"As expected, two battleships, brothers are really awesome! Are you here to salvage the ship?" Hearing the affirmative answer, the man smiled and said, "My name is Kong Tian, and I'm also a commander."

"Huang Chen!" Huang Chen nodded. He didn't want to have any further contact, but since the other party was so enthusiastic, he couldn't just give him a cold shoulder. "I'm not trying to salvage the ship, I just heard the desserts in Dunkirk are pretty good, so I came to try it."

"Aha! Commander, I understand, I understand." Kong Tian showed the face of a veteran. "It's okay, but you may not know that this is not just a simple dessert shop in Dunkirk."

"how?"

"There's La Galissonnier in this dessert shop." Kong Tian said with a serious expression.

Huang Chen was confused. What happened? What happened to La Galissonnier?

"Have you forgotten? La Galissonnier is the Inquisitor!" he said in a tone of horror.

"Ok?"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment?

A Vatican Inquisitor? Wasn't La Galissonnière a shipgirl? Huang Chen didn't react. For a moment, his face remained expressionless.

"Ahem," Kong Tian coughed awkwardly twice, "I was just talking casually. Boss, please feel free to do as you please."

Then he left quickly. With two battleships under his command, did he need to worry about the so-called Vatican Inquisitor? La Galissonnière, no matter how powerful it was, was only a light cruiser.