Elder brother's garrison

Chapter 380 Little White's Aura

Accessing a ship girl's equipment and body via the Admiral's Network without her consent is a very inappropriate act, so newbies must obtain the ship girl's consent before connecting.

The Admiral Network acted like eyes, providing timely feedback to Xiaobai about the situation within North Carolina's body.

—The first thing Xiaobai noticed was a slightly dim mark flashing in the ship's rigging in North Carolina.

It seems that a long time has passed, and the mark has become extremely faded, as if it would instantly turn to ashes and disappear if touched with the slightest force.

—It seems she's not an unclaimed ship girl after all.

After receiving this message, Xiaobai lowered his head in disappointment.

As long as the Admiral is alive, the mark will not disappear on its own. Although the mark of North Carolina seems to have not been modified by the Admiral for a very long time, this conclusion still cannot be changed.

North Carolina has an admiral.

Xiaobai felt that with the strength of his admiral network, it wouldn't be impossible to simply erase this mark that was on the verge of collapse, but doing so was ultimately wrong.

Xiao Bai sighed.

I guess I'm just not meant to be in North Carolina.

Then, just as she was about to pull the Admiral Network out of North Carolina's body, she suddenly felt a subtle sensation.

The sensation came quickly and subsided just as quickly.

Like a flash of lightning, the subtle sensation vanished as soon as Xiaobai sensed it.

"Hmm?" Xiaobai looked closely at the markings inside the North Carolina ship's equipment.

Then, Xiaobai opened its eyes wide.

The mark actually emanated its own aura!

This is impossible!

Xiaobai has never seen North Carolina before, and besides, he has only had the Admiral Network for a few months, and he has only recently become proficient in using it. It's unlikely that he would have had the opportunity to mark ship girls he doesn't recognize.

Xiao Bai looked towards North Carolina.

As Xiaobai's admiral network slowly seeped into her body, North Carolina's face flushed slightly. She looked up at Xiaobai, her big eyes filled with an innocent "Is it done yet?" expression.

Xiao Bai quickly calmed himself down and looked toward the markings on the North Carolina ship's equipment.

The admiral's network mark is like a pattern engraved inside the ship's equipment.

It's semi-permanent; in most cases, a ship girl will only have one mark.

It is called semi-permanent because nothing in the world is eternal. Even the Admiral Network, which is said to be impossible to eliminate as long as the Admiral is alive, will slowly wear down over time as long as the Admiral never touches the mark.

Like a gear that has been neglected for a long time, it slowly rusts and eventually becomes a dead object.

However, this process takes an extremely long time, and there is no admiral in the world who would go so long without connecting to or activating any of the ship girls.

However, this is the case in North Carolina. The mark inside her body is not only on the verge of collapse, but it is also emanating its own aura.

Xiaobai's admiral network tried looking around that mark a few times.

The label doesn't lie; it's like a business card—it says whose it is, and that's who it belongs to.

Xiao Bai clearly felt that this was indeed his mark.

To confirm this, Xiaobai extended his Admiral Network and touched the mark that had turned into a rusty mess.

Sure enough, the moment Xiaobai's admiral network touched the mark, the withered mark expanded rapidly as if it had received nourishment.

From black to white, from small to large, it illuminated the entire hull of the North Carolina in an instant, like a light.

"Hmm," North Carolina hummed softly.

Xiao Bai dejectedly withdrew from his Admiral Network.

"Is it over?" Bismarck squatted down next to Little White, looking at Little White and North Carolina with their post-coital expressions.

“Hmm…” Little White nodded, “Bismarck…”

"what happened?"

"North Carolina, she..."

"Does she have another admiral?"

“No, she…” Xiaobai didn’t know how to explain for a moment, so she turned to look at North Carolina beside her.

North Carolina was also looking at Little White.

Xiao Bai instinctively felt that he wouldn't be able to get any information from the young North Carolina.

Xiaobai shook her head: "She's my ship girl now."

"Oh, that's good. She's very strong." Bismarck nodded and tossed the cleanly gnawed chicken bones into the trash can.

Xiao Bai lowered his head.

Why does North Carolina have her own scent within her body...?

It's something that no one but North Carolina can really explain. If Bismarck were to tell him, he'd probably be driven crazy.

After thinking about it, Xiaobai decided to put the question aside for now and ask North Carolina when she has become a more mature older sister.

Xiao Bai looked at North Carolina, who was clinging to his arm, and gave up thinking.

Little White didn't tell anyone about the secrets surrounding North Carolina.

The banquet ended in such a lively atmosphere.

The next day, Washington packed his things and, amidst the tearful farewells and heroic songs of the Axe Gang's underlings, left Cape Caesar with Little White and the others.

This separation could very well mean that Washington will never return for several years, a decade, several decades, or even a lifetime.

They embarked on a journey to find the next ship girl.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, inside the garrison, Richelieu let out a soft breath.

She gripped the rag in her hand, looking at the spotless bench in front of her, and felt a subtle sense of accomplishment.

It would be better to wipe this bench down properly.

Richelieu put the rag back in the bucket, then dragged the bucket to the statue in the center of the square.

The statue definitely doesn't need to be wiped, and even if it were, it wouldn't be wiped with a rag.

Richelieu crouched down, reached his hands into the ground beneath the statue, and pulled out some of the overgrown grass by the roots.

It would be better if the grass here were properly trimmed.

Richelieu thought about it seriously.

"Hahahaha..." Laughter from the destroyer drifted past from behind.

Richelieu turned around.

Fubuki and Changchun were running one after the other, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

"Stop chasing me, waaaaaah!" Changchun cried out as she ran ahead, clutching her chest.

"Bring on the show, you big-breasted monster!" Fubuki stretched out her hand, her ten fingers curled as if ready to devour someone, her amber eyes darting around as she relentlessly followed Changchun. "This time, Fubuki won't lose!"

"Sister, slow down!" Fubuki's three younger sisters followed behind her.

Life on a destroyer is monotonous yet full of vitality.

Richelieu looked at the trail of footprints left by the destroyers.

Calling them footprints might be a bit of an exaggeration. In reality, those marks were just something that appeared out of place with the surrounding area because the floor tiles were so cleaned.

After all, floor tiles are meant to be walked on, and it's impossible to avoid these kinds of marks. The naval base's maid handbook also states that these marks aren't considered stains, so there's no need to worry about them too much.

But Richelieu was still a little uncomfortable. She walked over to the set of footprints, picked up a rag, and started wiping them.

It's definitely better to wipe away footprints properly.

...What a load of rubbish!

Richelieu slammed the rag in his hand onto the ground.

Why should I dutifully clean this weird place?!

I am a top-tier battleship!

Is there any mistake?

I think I'm being targeted!

Richelieu didn't shout out what was on his mind. Instead, he pursed his lips in grief and indignation, staring at the rag on the ground that he had smashed into a banana peel.

Richelieu raised his head.

The white-haired Dean Shenhai, who had come with him, was now sitting on the bench he had wiped, looking over with his legs crossed and a blank expression on his face.

The conservative maid outfit reveals a unique allure precisely because of her outrageous actions.

Richelieu gritted her teeth, her fists clenching tightly.

She felt that she might be the first ship girl in the world with a lower status than the Deep Sea.

But what can we do?

Richelieu could only sigh as he watched the surrounding destroyers stop because of his actions and picked up the rag again.

He was a prisoner still under surveillance.

He's currently undergoing labor reform.

According to Yamato Akagi, the new Akagi director is the admiral's concubine, so he has a special status and no one cares if he slacks off. Yamato's status is not as good as hers, so instead of feeling unfairly treated, he should just work hard.

Richelieu reluctantly washed the rag in the bucket of water, then wrung it out vigorously.

This garrison is full of devils, each and every one of them a contractor trying to squeeze every last drop of value out of you. Although the food is quite delicious, the wages are generous, and the lodging is nice, it's still enemy territory after all.

Richelieu gripped the rag tightly.

I've been working as a maid at the naval base for several days now, and there's not a single person I can chat with or have a heart-to-heart talk with.

Is there not even a single ship girl in this naval base who has any complaints about the naval base, or who has had a tragic past, who can chat with me and vent their frustrations?

Richelieu was almost in despair of this cold and heartless society.

Suddenly, Richelieu felt a sensation of bumping into someone on his buttocks.

"Ah!" came a little girl's tender voice.

Richelieu looked behind him.

A girl wearing a revealing brown-green swimsuit was sitting on the ground, touching her buttocks while looking at herself.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Richelieu helped the little girl up.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The little girl looked curiously at Richelieu's beautiful lace maid outfit. "My name is Succouv."

As the ship girl named Surcouf looked at Richelieu, Richelieu was also scrutinizing her.

In a sense, the naval base is like a jar of rainbow candy, filled with colorful and diverse ship girls, each with its own unique flavor. Whether youthful or mature, bold or gentle, it's arguably the world's largest collection of beautiful girl attributes.

The ship girl in front of Richelieu was also like that.

She had a youthful and delicate face, but she also possessed a fully developed body that far exceeded what that face could possibly contain.

Vast expanses of cotton candy-like, snow-white skin stood out against the backdrop of a few green fabric pieces, making the girl appear even more alluring with her shy movements.

“Sukuvov…” Richelieu nodded thoughtfully.

Although Richelieu, as a ship girl, is not registered at headquarters and does not enjoy the privileges of a ship girl, she knows everything that ship girls know, and she also studies this knowledge when she has nothing else to do.

Surcouf is a French-made submarine...

Richelieu stared at the two soft, precariously hanging fruits wrapped in a thin piece of cloth on Succouv's chest.

"Huh?" Sukup felt Richelieu's gaze and subconsciously crossed his arms over his chest.

"Excuse me, I'm thinking about something." Richelieu gave Succouv a polite smile. "Hello, I'm Richelieu."

"Oh...oh, hello, Richelieu."

“I’m also a French-type ship girl.” Richelieu extended her hand to Succouv.