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"It's not bad..."

Dunkirk shook his head: "But, looking at the commander who suddenly lost weight, I'm really worried... Is it because I'm not by your side that you don't drink afternoon tea on time every afternoon, and before going to bed at night, you don't know what to do. Have you eaten any dessert yet?"

"...???"

An Lun was almost amused by Dunkirk's questioning.

If you eat like this, Little Gaga can build you a tank!

"Commander, don't laugh!"

Staring at An Lun seriously, Dunkirk also turned to sit next to An Lun from the opposite side of An Lun: "Not all desserts are fat-eating! All the desserts I make are balanced. The combination of nutrients is completely within the scope of a reasonable diet! Moreover, only by eating desserts frequently can the Commander relax in the midst of busy work!"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about being busy in Dunkirk in the future."

Amused and grateful, he hugged the shoulder of the girl beside him, and An Lun took a small sip of the still steaming coffee: "I have already retired. From now on, I will never go to the battlefield again. Right now, I'm driving a beautiful boat, traveling around the world with everyone, and looking for the girl who ran away from our tutelary mansion."

"Huh!? Hey!? Retire!?"

I didn't expect the commander to make such a decision at all, and the expression on Dunkirk's face suddenly became anxious: "But commander, you still have honor for your previous achievements..."

"I don't want any more." Interrupting Dunkirk's questioning, An Lun took a small spoon and dug a mouthful of tiramisu cake into his mouth: "Well~~ Compared with those messy things, it really looks like In this way, a leisurely life is more suitable for me.”

"Fool."

Biting his lips desperately, Dunkirk's scarlet eyes were blurred by the mist.

Merit and glory, this is the basis for judging whether a commander is excellent.

Although a commander is an enviable profession, the world of a commander is far more cruel than society.

Although most of the current commanders are relatively peaceful.But in this world, after all, those with high military ranks are more assertive.It will also be more respected.

This idiot in my family has paid so much for this sea and so many human beings.I even got liver cancer after working hard day and night...

As a result, the feats and glory were lost as soon as they were said to be lost.

Dunkirk is not a girl who cares about fame.

But those are what her commander deserves!

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PS: The fourth update, there is another update in the early morning.I can’t wait, I suggest you watch it tomorrow, because I’m not sure what time it will be after the code comes out QAQ

Chapter 418. Let's Go Home, Dunkirk

"Commander, do you really understand what choosing to retire means to you?"

In the small private room of the cafe, Dunkirk was staring at An Lun with a puzzled face.

If glory and merit are things that can be given up so easily, then what is the effort that the commander made three years ago?

Working day and night, they are constantly training these ship girls.

So much so that the commander himself got liver cancer due to overwork...

Abandoning glory and merit, isn't it a complete negation of all the efforts of the commander three years ago! ?

That's all the commander overdrawn his life and bought it with his liver!

"Sorry, Dunkirk, I know you're mad."

An Lun turned sideways and wiped away the teardrops that were running along Dunkirk's cheeks and gathering on her chin with her fingers.

"But, to me, those really don't matter anymore."

"Do you know what I regret the most when I am facing death?"

"I regret everything I have done! I actually put all my precious time on work, all on earning glory and merit!"

"Beside me, there are obviously so many lovely girls... There are so many girls who are more worthy of my life to love than glory and merit... But I didn't notice this until I was dying .”

"So, I swear. If my life could be restarted, I would never run around for fame and fortune again."

"I want to spend this precious time, every minute and every second of my life, with you."

"I know it might be a bit selfish to say that...it also failed the efforts you made for the tutelary government and me three years ago..."

"But Dunkirk, I really... don't want to reduce the time I spend with you because of work."

"I know you said these are for my own good, but I really don't care about those false names."

"Dunkirk, travel around the world with me, and make your favorite dessert every day without worry. If you can, give me some big fat boys..."

"Isn't he fragrant with such a life?"

What An Lun said was a little excited. It was originally meant to comfort Dunkirk, but in the end, he accidentally said what was in his heart...

"F-commander, big, big fat boy, I, I can't..."

The blush on his face spread all the way to his neck and ears. Dunkirk, who was still feeling aggrieved for An Lun just a second ago, has lowered his neck and muttered like a wronged daughter-in-law: "Better From Fat Boy...I...I still prefer my daughter, Commander..."

"..."

Caught off guard by Dunkirk's phrase that he prefers his daughter, An Lun drank several sips of coffee in a row, and then hugged the girl into his arms again dumbfounded: "Whether it's a big fat boy or a daughter, I can't help it." There is no such dross thinking that favors men over women. In short, don't worry about those trivial things about meritorious deeds, Dunkirk."

"I'm sorry, Commander... I just think... that's really unfair to you." He rested his head gently on An Lun's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, Dunkirk's mood , and then slowly relaxed.