Azur Lane Mobile Front

As she spoke, New Jersey suddenly rushed out and straightened the unidentified object they had concocted.

"Hmm...I remember it being here."

After fiddling with it for a while, the "fireworks" the two made began to sway uncontrollably.

Everyone who hadn't expected this situation stared in disbelief.

"Danger! Take cover!"

With Rob's exclamation, the ships that had been forming a circle scattered like birds and beasts, hiding in the distance.

With a loud bang, the entire courtyard seemed to shake twice.

Three white shields spun and blocked Robo's path, while the unicorn looked at Robo with a shy expression.

"Ah, thank you, Unicorn."

Although Robo was concerned about the completely changed Yu-chan in the other person's arms, there were more important things to do right now.

Several more sharp whistles rang out, and several bright lights shot straight into the sky.

Then several bursts of fireworks exploded in the sky, so conspicuous even in daylight.

Okay, these two did make a firework.

However, it's hard to say whether they made a bomb while making fireworks, or made fireworks while making a bomb.

"Hehehe~ See? I told you it was fireworks!"

Relying on his robust physique, he took the brunt of an explosion in New Jersey. Despite his bird's nest-like hair and jet-black face, he still wore a smug expression.

"Cough cough cough~"

Coughing from the lingering smoke, Rob waved away the smoke in front of him.

"Okay, I believe you made fireworks, but have you considered this: Christmas isn't here yet?"

"Gah~"

Just moments ago, New Jersey was all smug, but his face immediately fell. Oh right, he'd just let slip the surprise he'd prepared for Christmas Day!

"Robo, Robo, what should we do? Why don't you give me some materials and I'll make another one, okay?"

New Jersey burst out of the smoke, ignoring the soot covering himself, and threw himself on Rob.

In an instant, Rob's clothes flew wildly toward the rag.

"First, get off me."

He pulled New Jersey off her and quickly distanced himself from her.

This simpleton now speaks with a gunpowder-like tone.

"So, you don't actually think that what you guys made was just a firework, do you?"

He pointed to the rather large crater behind New Jersey. If everyone hadn't reacted quickly, there would have been at least a few more people covered in graffiti.

"Hehehe, I put in a little too much material, but it's not a big problem."

As the smoke cleared, the crowd, coughing, gathered around again.

Another culprit, Fushun, is currently being reprimanded by Anshan; the commotion just now was quite significant.

"Master, should we clean this place up now?"

Despite the recent upheaval, Belfast remained untouched by any signs of distress, still the impeccably dressed and elegant maid.

"No."

Rob waved his hand, rejecting the head maid's suggestion. As always, whoever caused the trouble should clean up the mess.

"New Jersey, Fushun, you two take care of this."

Pointing to the crater created by the explosion, New Jersey and Fushun, who were named, had no choice but to immediately lower their heads and acknowledge the punishment.

"But...I really want to give you a surprise for Christmas!"

New Jersey muttered something to herself, feeling wronged, which Rob naturally overheard.

"Let's find a safe surprise, please, it's almost New Year's, okay?"

After rubbing New Jersey's head, Rob led the group away to do their own things.

However, before Robo's group had even had two minutes of peace, Zuikaku's exclamation brought everyone back together.

"Grey...Grey Ghost, how...how did you get out of the Commander's room!"

Enterprise, who had just woken up and come out of her room, was caught red-handed by Zuikaku, who was searching for her everywhere.

At that moment, Zuikaku was pointing at her with her finger, her face flushed as if she had thought of something.

Upon hearing Ruihe's voice, Rob knew he was in trouble and rushed over.

As a result, by then, his room was surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

Even Shoukaku, who rarely goes out, dragged his frail body out to watch the excitement.

"Hmm~ Commander, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Zhenhai was the first to spot Luo Bo who had rushed over. She looked her commander up and down with an unfriendly expression, seemingly looking for a better place to strike.

"Commander, that's not right~"

Even the usually good-tempered Yixian had some reservations about Luo Bo's behavior and joined the chorus of condemnation.

"Brother...are you with Sister Enterprise?"

The unicorn raised its head, and for some reason, Rob felt a little scared by the child's eyes.

Hmm, it must be a hallucination. My sister is such a gentle and kind child, how could she look so scary? It must be my imagination.

The company at the center of the incident was completely bewildered, still sleepy, and had no idea what was going on.

"If I said...nothing happened last night, would you believe me?"

Faced with the relentless advance of his own ships, Rob involuntarily retreated.

"Commander, you should be brave enough to admit what you've done~ Besides, you definitely didn't suffer any loss anyway! Look, Enterprise didn't say anything, so there's nothing wrong with admitting it, right?"

Ying Rui seized the opportunity to stir things up, and suddenly, Luo Bo felt the temperature around him rise.

"Belfa, you know, I really didn't do anything!"

Left with no other option, Rob had to turn to the head maid for help.

"All Belfast knows is that period of time this morning~ Besides, Master did hug Miss Enterprise very tightly and even kissed her, didn't he?"

The head maid, with a smile on her face, sentenced Rob to death.

"The Commander's port is really lively~"

The newly arrived Richelieu and Joan of Arc exchanged glances, shrugged, and suddenly found this port area quite interesting.

Chapter 92: Africans, don't spend money on in-game purchases!

After a lot of effort, Luo Bo finally convinced everyone that he really hadn't done anything with the company that would cause them to fail the review last night.

Feeling utterly exhausted, he was currently slumped in his seat, looking like Ge You.

Forget about all port affairs!

It's incredibly disheartening that his own ships don't trust him!

[You've already touched the Gundam's cockpit, and you still expect them to believe in you?]

"Cough cough!"

Rob coughed awkwardly, his secret exposed by the system.

Fortunately, no one knows, so it's not a big problem.

"Hmm? Master, are you feeling unwell?"

The head maid noticed with keen insight that Rob seemed to be coughing a lot today.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing."

After dealing with the head maid, Rob continued to battle the system.

"I'm saying, this is the Christmas version, aren't you going to give me something?"

[Host, what kind of response do you want? How about a thrilling and exciting daily check-in event?]

"No, even the Russians know to set up a snow removal shipyard or something, why don't you do something similar?"

[Host, given the number of mechs you currently possess, this system determines that you are not qualified to participate in this event.]

"..."

However, if you choose to purchase crates with real money, the system will provide the standard three types of supply crates.

"..."

Rob originally thought that he didn't have enough mechs on hand, and he wouldn't be able to sweep up much snow anyway.

The system's sudden change of tone nearly gave him a heart attack.

"As expected of you~"

However, on the other hand, I still have a little money on hand.

How about we spend some money?

After counting his savings for a while, Rob suddenly lost control of his hand.

By the time Rob realized what was happening, he was faced with a 180-day "labor contract," plus several silver coin and experience boosting cards, without even a consolation prize!

"Boiled!"

Having experienced the harsh realities of life, Rob is about to have his mind completely blown.

The economic exchange system is almost identical to that of the Russians, with a silver coin to gold coin ratio of 1500 to 1. The only redeeming quality is that you can transfer money back and forth without incurring transaction fees.

Twenty extra-large Christmas boxes would require nearly 19,000 gold coins!

Rob would barely have enough money to buy three Flagship models!

Well... fortunately, the second batch of payment from the royal family has already arrived through the head maid, so I'm not that short of money right now.

Rob only opened half of them, which is ten.

However, in that scenario, one could only say that even a purebred son of the grasslands lacked rare resources.

"Sigh~"

Looking at the remaining ten boxes, Rob felt weak.

Although the system repeatedly assured that the boxes it provided were the same as those from the White Russians, with a guaranteed 15th box.

But if you're guaranteed to get something like Admiral Makarov, wouldn't that still be a huge loss?

"System, can I... let someone else open this box?"

Rob sat in his chair and pondered for a long time, realizing that he was now undoubtedly of the Great Plains bloodline.

But there are quite a few genuine European ships in our own port area!

And there she was, the head maid looking at her with a suspicious expression. Her name was the proper name of the Royal Northern Ireland capital.

[No problem, this system strives to provide perfect service to the host. You only need to hand over the supply crate model to the appropriate person.]

Once the system had received the money, it was exceptionally easy to talk to, and in the blink of an eye, it transferred ten models symbolizing supply boxes into Robo's hands.

"Master, is there something on Belfast?"

Rob was holding a bunch of small boxes in his hands, staring at the head maid for a long time, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, no, no, Belfast, come help me out?"

"Master, is there anything Belfast can do for you?"

Although she may have some doubts, a perfect maid would not object to her master's reasonable requests.

"Just tap on this box."

Rob handed Belfast a model of a box.

"Is that so? Then Belfast has been impolite."