The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"Adon, are you sure you'll appoint her as a full Dark Templar?" Hyperion felt that if Adon really did appoint Nautilus as a full Dark Templar in the name of the Dark High Priest, then the Dark Templar's thousand-year-old glory would be completely ruined.

“If she can survive the Shadow Walk, why not?” Ardon said calmly.

"...I have a feeling you'll smuggle something into her Shadow Walk." Based on Hyperion's understanding of Adun, she felt that Adun definitely wouldn't let the Nautilus pass that trial.

"How about 1.8 billion bugs?" Adun's tone remained calm.

"Ahem, if you want to kill her but are too embarrassed to do it yourself, I can do it for you." Hyperion felt that Adun was deliberately sending the Nautilus to its death.

“At least someone has done it before…” Adun thought of his only captain in his previous life.

"That wasn't all his doing," Hyperion retorted, knowing who Adun was referring to.

"Is that so?" Aton's tone, which had been calm, carried a strange meaning.

Because Vanguard almost collided with the aircraft carrier at Naval Base No. 117 while controlling his Glory form, he had to stop his Glory form on the water and wait for the aircraft carrier girl to come closer before the Glory form docking was officially completed.

Because of this incident, Admiral Adon, who was there to greet the admiral of Naval Base No. 117 in place of Charlotte who was seasick and unable to get out of bed, looked quite embarrassed.

Compared to his own unreliable admiral, and Charlotte, who can only be considered an apprentice rather than a formal admiral.

The man before him, Admiral Yin Wu, with blond hair and a slightly sunny face, looked like he was in his early twenties or even his thirties. He was the first official admiral that Yaton had ever met in the world.

However, Yaton was certain that the real age of the Colonel Yin Wu, the commander of the No. 117 garrison, was definitely not as young as he looked.

Similarly, this captain, whose naval base is rated Gold and whose fleet has a combat strength rating of at least H50, is seeing a ship girl who can be an admiral for the first time in his life.

Even the old Enterprise couldn't do something like this. At most, a ship girl with the ability to reach the leader level can become an admiral without relying on the admiral's power, but a ship girl who becomes an admiral on her own is something Yin Wu has never heard of before.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Admiral Adun." Yin Wu, who was giving a handshake, was very conflicted. He was in the same situation as Charlotte had been, not knowing whether he should regard Adun as an admiral or as a ship girl.

If she were a ship girl, her secretary ship would be very jealous if she saw her doing this, but if she didn't do it, it would seem disrespectful to Admiral Admiral Adun.

“We Protoss don’t use handshakes as a greeting.” Seeing the Essex ship behind Yin Wu staring intently at her, Adun gave him a way out.

"By the way, Adun." Upon hearing Adun's words, Hyperion suddenly remembered something and asked.

"What is it?" Adun had a feeling that Hyperion was about to say something and was ready to do something.

"I've been wondering about something for a while now: do you Protoss people dislike shaking hands because you don't have enough fingers?" Hyperion asked in a very serious tone.

The residents of the Koprulu Sector generally know that the Protoss, who are equipped with advanced technology and appear and disappear unpredictably, only have four fingers, and because their finger joints are large, they are not easy to grip tightly.

Humans, accustomed to firearms, were still wondering how the other side used weapons when they were immediately blasted to pieces by the Protoss with various psionic blades.

As someone who had formed an alliance with the Protoss, Hyperion remembered how Captain Artanis of Adun shook hands with Commander Raiheitian; the archbishop was a complete novice when it came to shaking hands.

Hyperion, who asked this important academic question within the Terran faction of the Koprulu Sector in a serious and earnest tone, was immediately pinched on the head by Adun with his psionic diamond drill.

"It's because of the skin. We Protoss absorb nutrients through our skin, not because of our fingers," Adun, who created her own ship girl, continued. "And don't impose your racial worldview on us Protoss."

From the very beginning, the Protoss, who received their nutrition through their skin rather than their mouths, did not develop the habit of shaking hands.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! Does that mean... your archbishop shaking hands with Commander Lei means... oh, it's going to explode, it's going to explode! My armor plating is going to be crushed by you!" Even while being drilled, Hyperion continued to indulge in his wild imagination.

"Excuse me, who is this person...?" Colonel Yin Wu, who was watching the scene, asked somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm sorry you had to see this. She's my ship girl, and we've known each other for a long time," Adun explained as she pushed the dying Hyperion aside.

"The past, you mean the past?" Yin Wu asked, keenly sensing the implication in Ya Dun's words.

“Yes, that was around that time. We had known each other for a long time, even before we came out of the builder.” Adun had no intention of hiding his long-standing friendship with the Hyperion.

"That's true, quite lucky..." Colonel Yin Wu didn't know what to say, not expecting that his question would lead to something even more awkward.

The ship girls who were once comrades-in-arms suddenly became superior and subordinate to each other. Yin Wu imagined the scene where his Washington and South Dakota would become admirals of each other's ship girls one day, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

Thus, the first meeting between the admirals of the three ship girls from Naval Base No. 233, Temporary Naval Base No. 666, and Naval Base No. 117 was successfully achieved amidst various awkward situations.

Chapter 171 One World, One Dream

Admirals are all very wealthy, or rather, very capable. After all, every admiral who has a formal garrison is considered a powerful regional official.

So even as he laid out various kinds of ingredients on several tables, Yin Wu still said that he hadn't brought enough with him when he went out, and could only offer a small token of his appreciation.

At the same time, Adun also discovered that as the secretary ship, she not only had to think what the admiral thought and be anxious about what the admiral was anxious about, but also had to be good at cooking.

Admiral Renown and the Essex shipgirl under Admiral Yin Wu were busy in the kitchen, and Admiral Admiral Yin Wu felt a little awkward.

The power of the world, which imparts various basic knowledge, did not instill in Aden's memory the knowledge of how to make delicious and flavorful dishes from oil, bullets, steel, and aluminum.

Although Adon didn't quite understand what the world meant by "a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate."

"That's easy. With the Elder's abilities, he should be able to master it quickly," said the reputation-boosting figure upon hearing Adun's complaint.

"Leave this kind of thing to my ship girls from now on," said Adun, who still couldn't understand why steel and aluminum had to be cut into granules and fried in oil.

"Give me what?" Hyperion, sitting next to Adun and holding a fork to fork a steel bar, asked with a puzzled look.

"...I think I'll summon a few more ships." Remembering how he had traded some military supplies with the Hyperion to try something new, Adun decided to abandon the idea of ​​having the Hyperion cook.

Even the Protoss, who always considered themselves to have a discerning palate, found the Terran navy's rations unpalatable. After trying them once, Adun didn't want to eat them a second time.

"Huh? Is it my fault that the cooking is bad? I don't like that mysterious meat either. By the way, do you have any mysterious steel or aluminum here?" Hyperion retorted, realizing what Adun was talking about.

"...Are you talking about that mysterious resource?" Upon hearing the Hyperion mention the mysterious meat, the reputation player, who was making ammunition sauce, paused for a moment and asked.

"Huh? There really is such a thing?" Hyperion was surprised that such food actually existed and wondered if this was a common trait among humans.

"Cough cough..." Nelson coughed as she heard Hyperion and Reputation talking. Rodney, sitting next to her, belatedly realized what was happening and immediately covered his mouth as if he wanted to vomit.

"Eugen..." Even the German ship girls, who usually have a low profile but perform moderately, looked utterly miserable, as if what Hyperion and Renown had mentioned was something terrifying.

"That thing, back when resource compression technology wasn't mature, was used as a regular military ration," Admiral Yin Wu said, his expression unchanged. "But now it's rare to see that kind of thing, since it's no longer wartime."

"Wartime rations?" Adun asked, unaware of what the ship girls were talking about.

“Yes, during wartime, those synthetic resources are still very useful. They can prevent a shortage of certain resources from affecting the combat effectiveness of ship girls,” Yin Wu said to Admiral Adon, who was considered a junior.

“I feel like eating that stuff is more like a punishment,” Rodney said, gagging for a while.

"Why do I find that stuff so delicious?" the vanguard sitting at the very end asked, somewhat puzzled.

“If you can only eat that stuff for a long time, you won’t say it’s delicious anymore,” Nelson said to the vanguard in a condescending tone.

“Well…” Adon looked at the front guard with a curious gaze.

Understanding what Adun meant, the vanguard immediately pulled out several unmarked tin cans from his ship's equipment space and said.

"Pfft, even if the world is different, the designs are the same?" Hyperion said, patting his chest as if he was shocked by these unbranded tin cans.

“This stuff…” Adun picked up a jar and examined it for a moment, then glanced at Hyperion beside him and asked, “Will it taste the same as yours?”

“Who knows!” Hyperion moved his chair a little to keep his distance from Adun, or rather, from the tin can in Adun’s hand.

"How do I open it?" Adun wanted to test the differences between the quick military rations of this world and the convenient military rations of the Terran Empire in the Koprulu Sector.

"No need to open it," said the avant-garde man, picking up a tin can and taking a crunchy bite.

“That’s just your battleship girls’ food. We aircraft carrier girls need to open our own food.” Essex, the naval garrison commander of No. 117, who looked like a domestic wife, opened the can of food in Adun’s hand with a can opener and placed it on the plate, saying, “Please enjoy.”

"Hmm, it smells like aluminum, ammunition, and maybe even some kind of oil." Having already consumed the supplies used by the ship girls in this world, Adun remembered the taste of those low-grade materials.

"Ugh... it's just another hodgepodge like this." Hyperion shifted his chair again, keeping himself and the other cans at a safe distance.

"As for the taste..." Adon, after taking a small bite with a spoon, said after a moment of reflection, "I can't taste it. Why don't you try it, Hyperion?"

“Absolutely not!” Hyperion declared, her attitude one of doing anything Adon asked her to do, even at the cost of her life, except for eating this canned food.

"It tastes quite different from what you guys eat." What Adun was referring to was the canned food that the crew and warriors on the Hyperion usually ate, which was similar to this kind of food.

“Nonsense, it used to be for human consumption, now it’s for ship consumption, the ingredients are different, it definitely won’t taste the same,” Hyperion, who had retreated to Wosex’s side, said loudly.

"Wo?" Wo-chan, who was happily eating braised aluminum, looked up for some reason, and when she saw the can of food in Aden's hand, her eyes immediately lit up and she exclaimed, "Wo!"

"..." Adun remained expressionless, while Hyperion stared blankly.

"What is this Essex talking about?" Yin Wu asked, glancing at his own Essex as he did so.

"She said she loves eating these synthetic material canned goods the most," Essex, one of Admiral Yin Wu's subordinates, said, looking at Essex with a somewhat strange expression.

"Huh, you can understand what Wo-chan is saying too?" Rodney was immediately covered in the mouth by Nelson after he finished speaking.

"Is the name of this first-generation Essex ship Wo-chan?" Although it is a second-generation ship girl, the 117th Naval Base Hero-class Essex, which is of the same ship type and model as Wo-chan, can be identified as a first-generation ship girl at first glance.

"Uh, that's the name her friend gave her." Nelson, covering his sister's mouth, explained to Ardon, not expecting the other person hadn't noticed anything unusual about Wo-chan.

"He already has two first-generation ship girls before even becoming a formal admiral. This is truly the face of Europeans!" At some point, Admiral Yin Wu put on a feather headdress.

"Admiral, what are you doing?" Appearing at the same time as Yin Wu's feather headdress was the baseball bat in the hand of Essex, the garrison commander of No. 117.

"I was just lamenting the unfairness of fate." Upon seeing Essex pull out the secret ship's artifact, Yin Wu immediately took off his feathered helmet and threw it aside, along with the poison-infused blowgun.

Seeing the somewhat surprised look on Archmage Adon's face, the head maid, Renown, said, "If Archmage also needs one, I have some spare baseball bats here. However, given that Lady Tidu has already awakened half of the ship girl's bloodline, I think a crowbar would be more appropriate."

"Could it be that 'wo' is the common language of the Essex-class ship girls?" Adun asked curiously, ignoring these plot distractions.

"Oh," Essex, the ship girl from Naval Base 117, said in response to Adun's question.

With a thud, Hyperion fell to the ground once again.

"Wowowo!" Wo-chan, who had just picked up a can of synthetic food and started munching on it, heard someone using the same language as her and happily wowowo.

Aydon, who understood what the two Essex ship girls were saying, had a row of black lines on her forehead. Until just now, Aydon thought that Wo-chan's Wo language was exclusive to deep-sea aircraft carriers. She didn't expect that Essex, a ship girl, would also know it.

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I'm so sad that I didn't get any recommendations. If there are no recommendations next week, it will be the last four updates before the book goes on sale.

Chapter 172 This Matter Is Not My Responsibility

"It's a pity I didn't see that gorilla." After eating and drinking his fill, Yin Wu looked at the hero-class vanguard in its glorious form that was gradually disappearing into the distance and said while picking his teeth with a toothpick.

"Isn't there that admiral's successor? Why doesn't Darling see him?" Essex, standing next to his admiral, asked curiously.

"Why bother seeing him? He's just a brat. And did you see the way Reputation looked at me like I was a thief? If we actually met, wouldn't my image be completely ruined by that head maid?"

Yin Wu said, seemingly unconcerned that he hadn't met Charlotte.

“That’s right, after all, Darling used to be in the military police.” Essex squatted down and rubbed his admiral’s shoulders as he spoke.

"...The thing I regret most in my life is that I chose to join the military police after graduation." Yin Wu said somewhat angrily when his ship girl mentioned this. "The second thing I regret is that when Enterprise asked me if I was willing to join the military police, I did not refuse."

"Darling, do you dare refuse an inquiry from a senior executive?" Essex continued, massaging his admiral's shoulders.