Azur Lane Under the Stars

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You'll find that it's better to come to our port area; why go back to the Maritime Safety Administration?

Because he had just received news of Lützow, York was somewhat distracted while testing his equipment. He hurriedly said that he had some things to do and then said goodbye to the two of them.

The Duke of York and Exeter exchanged a glance; they knew that the matter was already half successful.

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"Lützov! Lützov!"

Back in the room where the two of them lived, York, who was wrapped up tightly in the blankets and whose room was even a little cold from the air conditioning, suddenly shivered.

Looking at Lützow who was sleeping, he skillfully lifted Lützow's blanket.

Lützow, still under the covers, immediately opened his eyes in displeasure: "What are you doing?"

"I heard you're staying?" York asked hastily.

“Yes, it would be great to stay. This port area is practically my ideal type,” Lützow said matter-of-factly.

It's a place with plenty of money, delicious food, friendly people, and a great place to slack off... most importantly, it has a group of people to slack off with.

Another advantage is that you don't have to worry about Seydlitz's attitude every day...

Isn’t that wonderful!

"What about me? What am I supposed to do? You're telling me to go back alone?" York pointed to himself. Although he had prepared himself to go back alone, when he actually faced it, York inexplicably felt that he had been taken advantage of.

“If you’re not going to stay, then go back. What do you mean, ‘what’?” Lützow looked at York with a puzzled expression.

York was speechless. He couldn't very well tell her, "You stayed, and I went back. I feel like I'm losing out for no reason."

Staying in someone else's port is their decision, and you can't comment on it, even if they're your friend.

Lützow's eyes darted around, and he said to York, "Why don't you stay too? We're friends, and we can look out for each other."

These past few days I've been thinking about how to join Commander Ren Shuo's port. I need a reason, preferably some merit, so that I can slack off more justifiably in the future.

Look, it's like someone brought me a pillow when I was sleepy. I've helped salvage the boat. Isn't this a great achievement?

“But what about the Maritime Safety Administration…” York hesitated. Although he was in a mediocre position at the Maritime Safety Administration, he had lived there for quite some time.

"Does the Maritime Safety Administration need you? Look at how many ship girls are salvaged every year, and how many are brought in as replacements? One more or one less makes no difference!" Lüzov continued to persuade.

“That makes sense, but…” York looked at Lützow suspiciously, “Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives? Why are you in such a hurry to advise me? You haven’t started calling Ren Shuo ‘Commander’ yet, have you?”

“How could I possibly harm you?” Lützow’s eyes were filled with sincerity. “Look into my eyes, how sincere they are.”

"Okay... I'll take another look, I'll take another look..." York said hesitantly.

But Lützow, who knew York's character well, was secretly pleased; things were settled.

York's personality can be so unpredictable at times. She might make a decision and want to do it, but she'll still struggle with it. That's when she needs someone to give her a push.

We can talk to Commander Ren Shuo this afternoon and ask him to take the initiative. That way, the matter will be settled.

Then, hmph, having made a great contribution, you'll get a buy-one-get-one-free deal on port entry. If you slack off from now on, Commander Ren Shuo won't have anything to say, right?

Lützow could even imagine his wonderful future.

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After finishing his small cake, Ren Shuo still hadn't made a decision.

"Is the Commander still so conflicted about who to take with him?" Dunkirk took off his apron, casually draped it over the counter, and sat down next to Ren Shuo.

"You want to go?" Ren Shuo had already sent away several groups of ship girls who had come to hint or explicitly ask him to choose them. Seeing Dunkirk approaching, he assumed she also wanted him to take her with her.

“What would I go there for? I still have a shop to run,” Dunkirk said. “But Commander, hurry up and make a decision, or you’ll just get more and more annoyed.”

“I know that too…” Ren Shuo sighed.

“If all else fails, just bring a maid, and then bring someone who can manage things and keep things in order,” Dunkirk said.

“Actually, that works…” Ren Shuo said, “but who should we bring as a maid?”

Who has had the least workload lately?

"It looks like Dido?"

"That's settled then, isn't it?"

"And who's the last one? Who should we choose?"

"If all else fails, just find the one who's been working the hardest lately."

"Makes sense."

Chapter 504 Selling Sisters? This is Called Friendship

The final choices were Dido and Hutten, and no one had any objections.

After all, everyone saw Hood's transformation during the last maid event; she really did work very hard.

Hu Teng was somewhat surprised to learn that he had been selected, but he still prepared the necessary items.

Dido, on the contrary, panicked, as she had never gone out alone with her master as a maid before.

In the past, she was always accompanied by maids like Belfast or Sirius, and she didn't know if she could independently do a good job of serving her master.

"Head Maid, what should I do?"

Seeing Dido's flustered appearance, Belfast began to have doubts. Was it a mistake to let the master choose the person himself?

This outing is likely very image-conscious for the port area, and with Dido's personality, she might accidentally start acting crazy and become extremely insecure...

That was a complete disaster, but since he had made the promise and let his master choose the person, he could only help with the cleanup. So, Belfast temporarily put aside all his work and helped Dido with her intensive training.

As for Hutten, he had packed his things and prepared everything he might need, but Frederick the Great insisted on interfering.

Frederick the Great looked at Hutten with teary eyes: "Baby, you've grown up. You're a beautiful young lady now, and you can serve as the face of the port and accompany the commander on outings. I am so pleased."

"Who are you calling a treasure? Besides, I was like this when I was born. Ship girls can grow up? What do you mean by growing up?"

Hutten looked at Frederick the Great with displeasure. Hutten's temperament had softened considerably by now; in the past, he would probably have dragged Frederick the Great to the training ground by now.

I can't argue with you logically, but I can beat you in a fight.

"Arabian, if the child doesn't like this name, then we won't call him that anymore," Frederick the Great said, still in the same coaxing tone he used for a child.

"Whatever you want." Having tried many times but Frederick the Great never changed his address, Hutten has now given up on the issue of this form of address, letting it go as it pleases.

Frederick the Great looked at Hutten with a smile: "There are some things you must bring on this trip, you should know that."

Hutten became more serious, after all, Frederick the Great had more experience in dealing with people than he did, so Hutten asked:

"What is it? Does it mean we have to bring gifts if we're invited?"

"If you have a very good relationship with someone, or if you need something from them, or if you are returning a favor, then you must bring a gift. However, our port area's relationship with Queen Elizabeth is not among these three options, so there is no need to bring any gifts."

Frederick the Great continued with a smile, "I'm talking about another item, a very necessary item. If it's not prepared properly, people might die."

"What?" Hu Teng became even more serious. If they didn't bring it, someone might die... wouldn't that put the commander in danger?!

"Stop the elves." Frederick the Great uttered a startling statement.

Hu Teng: "...Huh?"

“Stop the elves,” Frederick the Great repeated.

"What is that? A fairy tale book? I remember the little ones read this fairy tale book, The Smurfs, but are you sure this thing is a matter of life and death?" Hu Teng was very puzzled, and his face was also a little unfriendly. He felt that Frederick the Great was mocking him.

"Hmm, it seems you're still a child. Let me explain it to you. The so-called 'blocking spirit' is the 'blocking' in 'blocking the road,' commonly known as 'avoiding the O set.'" Frederick the Great spoke with a wolfish tone.

"You, you, you! Are you kidding me?!" Hu Teng frowned suddenly, her pretty face slightly red, and her amber eyes stared at Frederick the Great with great hostility.

I thought it was something really important, and I actually took it so seriously and asked about it earnestly!

Am I stupid?!

"Hmph, what if you end up on a wedding ship this time, Huteng?" Frederick the Great gave a thumbs up. "I support you!"

"I won't even comment on how you think you're so smart. We're ship girls, ship girls can have babies, right?" Hu Teng wasn't very clear about Xiao Tiancheng and Tiancheng's situation, or rather, he didn't care.

Frederick the Great said with great interest: "What if? Let me tell you, you must seize the opportunity. Look at me, I seized the opportunity and succeeded."

"No, Frederick the Great, I've noticed you've become quite the gossip lately? Don't you have anything better to do?"

As a ship girl who knows Frederick the Great very well, Hutten felt that Frederick the Great had been led astray by someone recently. Although she still had that dark, saintly demeanor and a sense of tolerance when facing the Commander and her other sisters, why did she become such a gossipy person when facing her?

Frederick the Great was somewhat annoyed by Hutten's words: "Isn't this just out of concern for you? Besides, you went too far, calling me a gossip or something..."

"Then please shut up, okay?" Hu Teng rubbed his temples. "I already have a headache enough because I don't even know what I need to prepare, and you're still talking nonsense to me."

"Hmm, alright, I'll help you clean up." Frederick the Great volunteered.

"Let's make this clear first, no strange things allowed!" Hu Teng warned warily.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's all legitimate stuff," Frederick the Great reassured him.

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"I'm so sleepy, I don't want to get out of bed..."

After a long afternoon nap, Lützow struggled to get out of bed, but she failed.

There was nothing he could do. Under the scorching cold of the air conditioner, the warm seal of the blanket demon king was simply too powerful. This vampire had absolutely no room to resist.

Comforting himself with this thought, Lützow rolled over contentedly, then pulled the blanket tighter around himself, preparing to change his position and continue sleeping.

While taking care of Lützow's preference for sleeping with the air conditioning on, York, wearing only a light jacket, said helplessly, "Didn't you say you had something very important to do this afternoon? What? Aren't you going to get up and do it?"

The quilt, which had been wriggling, suddenly fell silent, and then was abruptly pulled back.

Lützow jumped onto the ground barefoot, quickly took off her nightgown, revealing her snow-white body, and then shivered.

So cold.

Not daring to delay, Lüzoff quickly changed into a brown long dress, and then slipped on her slippers and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

Hmph, how could a mere blanket seal possibly contain Lord Lüzoff? I am a true ancestor-level vampire!

I was washing my face while thinking about it.

York was somewhat surprised. What could be so important that it would make Lützow get out of bed? In the past, he would have stayed in bed for a long time, perhaps even neglecting to attend to anything important.

After Lützow came out, York asked curiously, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Lüzoff put on her high-heeled sandals: "Guess... never mind, I'm leaving now."

"Could you turn the air conditioning up a bit?"

"Whatever! I'm not coming back for now!"

York watched Lützow leave in a hurry, shook his head helplessly, put down his book, stood up and opened the window to let in some fresh air, and also adjusted the air conditioner to a normal temperature.

As soon as Lützow stepped out of the dormitory building, he saw Ron carefully tending to the flowers he had planted in the flowerbed.

Lüzoff had a very good impression of this usually very gentle older sister, so he took the initiative to greet her: "Good afternoon, Sister Ron."

Upon hearing this, Ron straightened up and, seeing it was Lützow, greeted him gently, "Good afternoon... Are you in such a hurry to go out?"

"No, there are some things I need to discuss with your commander... By the way, where is the commander?"

Lüzov asked.

Ron thought for a moment: "At this time, the Commander should be with the Royal Navy, right? You can go there and look for him."

"Oh, I see... Thank you, Ron!"

Lützow ran off again. Ron watched her retreating figure, chuckled softly, and continued bending down to tend to the flowers.

It seems the port area is about to have another baby.

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"Commander! Commander!"

A voice filled with impatience rang out, and Ren Shuo, who was enjoying afternoon tea with Guanghui, turned around in surprise, looked at Lüzoff, and smiled: "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Over the past few days, Ren Shuo and Lü Zuofu's relationship has transformed from strangers to good friends. They both enjoy slacking off and share other hobbies, such as sleeping wrapped in blankets in the freezing air conditioning during the hot summer.

Therefore, the greetings and exchanges between Ren Shuo and Lü Zuofu were quite casual.

"Belfa, please add one more spot."