Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

"I... can I really?"

"Believe in yourself, Bismarck. Although we don't have to go to the battlefield now, please show the courage of your iron-blooded flagship!"

"Thank you."

Bismarck nodded gratefully.

It seems that the encouragement of Frederick the Great is quite useful.

"Then, Bismarck, have a drink with me."

"My pleasure."

"After you're done drinking, why don't you go to the Commander for a drink?"

"Eh?" Bismarck looked at Frederick the Great with some puzzlement.

"Commander who drinks alcohol will become as cute as a child~~"

Made a gesture of embracing himself.

Frederick the Great seemed to have seen An Lun hiding in his arms and acting like a baby after he was drunk.

PS: There is a social gathering in the evening, and there is another update that should be delayed.

PS2: Recently, I have been adding updates in the early hours of the morning, and the schedule is a bit messy. Today, I will update two chapters daily, let me adjust the schedule, and my buddies will forgive me.

Chapter 202. Bismarck & Hood

"Hey hey... I want to kiss you..."

Under the joint attack of the emperor and Bismarck, An Lun was quickly defeated by alcohol.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and his whole face was as red as a baboon's butt.

At this moment, An Lun was hugging Emperor Frederick's neck like a sloth, dreaming of having peaches to eat.

"Commander, there are only a few dishes, and you're so drunk?"

Dafeng beside him sighed helplessly.

If Bismarck hadn't just returned today, it would be absolutely impossible for her to just look at these vermin and pour the commander down like this.

Besides, getting the Commander drunk with alcohol is nothing short of demonic heresy!

Is wine for drinking? ?Wine is used to sprinkle on oneself!

"Look, Bismarck~ After the commander drinks too much, he will become as clingy as a child."

Let An Lun sit on his lap, and Frederick the Great patted his back lightly while showing off his achievements to Bismarck.

"Amazing!"

Looking enviously at Frederick the Great who could be relied on by the commander like this, probably because of the effect of alcohol, Bismarck also fantasized about the commander acting like a baby to him in his mind.

——In the dead of night, the commander ran into his room crying, and complained to himself about the difficulties he encountered recently.

And Bismarck, like a gentle and mature big sister, comforted the poor commander while gently patting his back.

Slowly, the commander's face and Z23 gradually overlapped.

Then Bismarck's fantasy was forcibly interrupted.

If you want to say why, it's probably because in Bismarck's imagination, he shot and shot the commander's soul out of his body...

"Hey…"

Sighing heavily, Bismarck drank all the beer in the glass like a loser whose wife was about to run away with their daughter and who was fired by the company himself.

"I really... am not suitable for taking care of people?"

Looking at his own reflection on the glass, Bismarck deeply felt the helplessness of being a ship girl.

If this continues, let alone the offspring who will continue their lives with the commander.Thank God for not cutting off the entire commander.

"Bismarck, long time no see."

Just when Bismarck was extremely frustrated, an elegant figure came to her.

Looking up, it was Hood that reflected in Bismarck's eyes.

As in memory, even at parties, she still maintained the most basic etiquette of a lady.

To be honest, sometimes Bismarck envied her.

Compared to a girl like myself who is neither good at expressing feelings nor caring for others, is it true that an elegant daughter like Hood is more attractive to boys, right?

"Long time no see, Hood."

After saying hello, Bismarck, who was getting more and more depressed, drank another glass of dark beer.

"Why does our iron-blooded flagship always look sullen?" Hood poured himself half a glass of beer with a smile on his face.

Although she prefers black tea over alcohol.

But being able to socialize well at dinner parties is also a skill that an excellent lady must possess.

Not drinking doesn't mean she can't drink, let alone prove that she can't drink.