Construction of the port area from Anchorage to the north

Last night, the captain who had been in contact with Anchorage and Frederick the Great, and exchanged some information, was sitting on the command seat, staring at the blue-clear surface of his hand with endless golden light inside. Cube, without a word.

Around him, all the people working were wearing thick protective clothing, even the doctor who just came in with the report was wearing thick protective clothing—he was the only one, and he was dressed the same as last night.

"The report came out and the result was much better than expected."

"Well, don't say it first, they are remembering what I just said, and I have written the suicide note, you can see if there is anything missing? My bastard is not young, and he said he wanted to pick up his father when he went back. Ben, the last few times he went back, he suddenly said something... to fly the plane!"

The captain put the cube in his pocket, being careful not to let the light of the thing shine on the doctor.

But before he finished speaking, the doctor flipped through the report and handed it to his face: "Don't be so fucking sentimental, look at this, and this, the radiation from this thing is much smaller than it looks!"

"Huh? Huh?"

"You bastard, take it out!"

Still keeping it in his pocket, the captain carefully read the test report on himself and the simple test report on the Rubik's Cube. After reading it for a long time, he confirmed that the radiation level of this thing was even lower than that of a five-watt LED light.

He rubbed his forehead—feeling dizzy.

In the middle of the night last night, after the huge black building suddenly turned into a tree of light and exploded, several meteors fell from the sky, and one of them just passed through the ceiling and landed on his hand and became this thing.

He immediately ordered all the people on the scene to put on protective clothing immediately, and he put the thing into his clothes immediately, not daring to move.

...In short, after a series of protection procedures, tossing until now, and finally getting an answer that there is almost no radiation, he took a long breath, took out the improvised lead box, stuffed it in, and locked it.

"If the image is not mistaken, there were four light beams falling yesterday, we have one here, and the remaining three... Go back first, and then make plans."

Having said that, he held the lead box with both hands, without the slightest intention of letting go. It seemed that he planned to hold it from now on, eat and live with it until it could be handed over to the Academy of Sciences.

The reason why he did this was understood by others, so they didn't persuade him to take a break—everyone focused on their surroundings, and everyone was tense until they merged with the fleet.

In this case, even if the unit that appeared in the radar did not respond for a second, it is estimated that the weapon has been fired to ensure that the target is no longer a threat.

This situation is not limited to this ship. On another fleet across the sea, a captain with a high nose and big eyes is also curiously holding up a glowing Rubik's Cube, lamenting its texture and charming brilliance... …and extraordinary hardness.

Obviously, he had knocked the thing on the metal table.

"Hey Price, bring the box."

He ordered his crew to find a box with anti-shock and anti-detection. He continued to appreciate this beautiful crystal, and kept

Sighing, this may be a perfect thing that only God can create.

I didn't know it at all, when the bearded crew asked Price to find the box, he handed an older apple 4 to the person in the material warehouse, and then brought the box.

"This thing is very important, so from now on, I will carry it 24 hours a day, and tell others that I will be here for a few days except for going to the toilet - four light rains fell yesterday, right?"

Price was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see any expression. He nodded: "Of course, sir, of course."

"Ha, Price, my friend, send this to the people up there and give them a headache. For God's sake, I just hope those yellow monkeys and the EU stuff don't get it, This kind of God-given thing, naturally only we are entitled to it, right?"

"Of course, sir, this is a treasure given to you by God."

Price said without changing his face, and then suddenly added: "Some special seeds we brought from Neon are not in good condition, what should we do?"

"Those who can't do it will be dealt with, and even those who are not good enough will be dealt with."

"Of course, remember to keep those stones that will become transparent after processing. These things are quite valuable, one or two less... No one knows."

Patting Price on the shoulder, the captain turned and left with the box, leaving him where he was.

(Volume [-] · End)

Chapter 136. Rubbing the fox, life

Nagato woke up in the afternoon.

Before she woke up, Anchorage ate breakfast, experienced how to go out on an expedition for the first time in the port area, and obtained the resources of the daily task by herself.

Then he dragged Lei Dianzhen and Hua Sanli and asked them to go with him to the basement of the emperor's residence. After listening to her playing quite pleasant classical music on the flute, he rushed over excitedly, wanting to show off his talent too.

As a result, because there were no guitars or harmonicas in the basement, I could only learn the cello there with unfamiliar movements, and saw the tree trunk for about an hour.

Anchorage doesn't know if the two ships without ship equipment are uncomfortable. She herself is quite uncomfortable, but for some reason, her "R&D level" in the secretary ship column has increased by one level.

I don't want this way of rising!

Lunch is quite a sumptuous French meal. To be honest, although Hei used to only need a large plate and a plate to make the meal delicious... But after the actual experience, Anchorage had to revise his cognition .

Arranging the plate can really make the dish delicious!

Especially the small piece of steak for the main meal was placed on a large white plate, and even the sauce and condiments were painted in the shape of a yellow chicken and served, she could clearly feel her stomach growling. grunt.

...and pondering, besides the steak, which of those beautiful pansies, roasted carrots and vegetables are edible and which are garnishes.

The moment the steak was cut, even the requirement of 'fully cooked', did not stop the juice from overflowing from the perfectly roasted outer shell.

Put it in your mouth and sip it lightly, you can taste the unique beef aroma inspired by the heated black pepper and salt. Bite and swallow.

The thick soup served with the meal is also very rich in taste. The vegetables and cut into small pieces of meat are stewed until soft. As long as you overcome the calorie crisis brought by the soft and unique cheese on the surface, then it is perfect Bisque is gone.

But the desserts after the meal are great. There are puddings that are as soft as clouds, cold but sweet in taste, and small cakes with soft cakes and refreshing cream. Most of them can be eaten in one bite.

Although I don't know why when I eat, other people will look here from time to time.

After lunch, the group resumed work in the afternoon.Anchorage came out of the commissary alone with some picture books, followed by a series of yellow chickens.

When they were transported to the designated place with boxes containing boards, sour cola, and some weird things, Anchorage noticed that the hosting status on the head-up display was a bit different from what he usually saw.

'Hosting Mode: Balanced'

'Hosting Status: In Negotiation...'

What are you negotiating with?It should be around afternoon now, and today doesn't seem to be the day to pay the rent...Isn't it the door-to-door selling insurance?

While watching the flickering negotiations, Anchorage went upstairs.

As a result, after looking at it, 'negotiating' became the text of 'working...'.

That looks fine.

The trusteeship can still negotiate normally... I thought that the balanced type would only live a normal life and avoid communicating with others, so there is no such function.

With emotion in his heart, Anchorage pushed open the door of the commander's office, and saw in the room, a petite figure, dressed in red and white two-colored clothes, with a pair of white fluffy ear hairs standing upright, but the whole body was the same color as his hair Nagato, who was as black as ink with fox ears, was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously turned her head, and the tips of the fox's ears shook slightly in the air.

"Commander... Officer? Did you wake me up from my deep sleep...?"

Anchorage felt slightly embarrassed—why did he play such a good role, no matter who he was, he could immediately recognize that he was the commander, not the commander?

Anchorage too!

She walked in and closed the door, nodded slightly: "Anchorage...instead of the teacher...acting conductor...?"

As a result, Nagato stood up, walked very seriously not far in front of Anchorage, and said in a very formal tone, "No, you are the commander. Although it feels a little subtle, my perception of the soul is not wrong."

She suddenly remembered something, folded her hands, and stared at Anchorage with her golden eyes without squinting.

"I represent the military spirit of the cherry blossoms, the glory of the cherry blossoms and the glory of the cherry blossoms. I am one of the big 7. My existence is that era. Open your eyes wide and salute—well, a little dizzy, want to take a break……"

I haven't finished reading the lines I got, hey!

Anchorage hurried over, stretched out his hands under his armpits like holding a child, picked up the shaking Nagato, and gently placed it on the sofa.

"...! No one dares to touch me like this... If you say it... okay."

Seeming to be very uncomfortable, Nagato was sitting on the sofa when Anchorage suddenly walked to the desk and stood beside the desk to write and draw quickly.

Then he walked back and turned a piece of paper expectantly.

"Teacher... wants Nagato...to read this...!"

Nagato frowned suspiciously, and his round cheeks looked even cuter because of doubts, but since it was the Commander's request...

She lowered her head and pondered for a while, then raised her head: "Is it my duty to recast the glory of Sakura?"

That's right, that's it.

Putting down the phone, Anchorage sat across from Nagato. The yellow chicken in the office ran over and brought two cups of steaming barley tea to the two.

"Teacher... is very concerned, why... are you there...?"

Nagato held up the teacup with his back straight, but the appropriate and bold clothes fell straight down: "I don't know the details, just remember to wait for your call."

"Before I don't know the time, I had a glimpse of an opportunity, but the window was fleeting. I don't know who got that opportunity? You should know."

Of course, it is the Great Emperor.

"Besides that, I didn't know anything until I woke up just now... But, why is your port area so deserted?"

There was some worry in Nagato's eyes, she looked left and right, and suddenly nodded: "But it's okay, you once dragged me out and taught me a lot of warm things, this time it's like this again, for no apparent reason... this time, My strength can still win the world for you."

"The world...some troubles...the teacher likes...peace...!"

"Peace... It really is something you can say."

Nagato nodded knowingly, feeling that his body was still a little weak, and subconsciously glanced at the candy wrapped in beautiful sugar wrappers on the plate next to him.

"Nagato... just woke up... very weak... need to rest! Anchorage... come to help...!"

Walking over without any hesitation, Anchorage hugged Nagato, ignoring her dispensable protests, hugged her with both hands, and walked towards the Navy mess hall.

She is familiar with this dizzy look. When she edited videos all night before, she was like this when she went out to eat in the morning. It's just a lack of energy, a trivial matter!

Chapter 137. No matter how good the fox is, is it important to have a job? Of course!

The menu of the naval canteen is rich and complex, and in order to meet the needs of ships sailing and returning to the port 24 hours a day, it maintains a 24-hour opening.

As for those fancy meal makers... yellow chicken, of course.

Nagato sat on a chair on the first floor of the cafeteria, with his feet dangling in the air, with a rare relaxed expression, savoring the very heavy Sakura-style light set meal he had chosen in front of him, and would frown slightly after eating for a while.

"You, you are so considerate to help me who is unwell, why are you treating my tail so..."

On the chair next to her, Anchorage was hugging Nagato's two tails—the current tails are not limp because of the sea water when they were just rescued, but now these tails are Top grade furry!

Even the tip of the tail is slightly raised because of Nagato's restless mood, and it sways by itself, making it even more cute.

"The teacher said...furry...is power...!"

Just about to bury his face in the fur, Anchorage looked at the tails on the other side of the chair drooping to the ground... Sensing this gaze, Nagato moved the tails forward calmly.

"Also... here, there is no one else... Can Nagato... relax a little...?"

Continuing to say this, Anchorage saw that two of the tails that were not hugged by him suddenly disappeared.

"...Anyway, I am Sakura's god child. In front of other people, I must maintain the necessary majesty. Although it is very tiring, it is necessary."

After a little trembling, Nagato didn't retract the tail that was caught, but just lowered his head and continued to eat: "I just ate something, and I remembered something. Before I was awakened by you, I always felt that I was used by something. "

"That feeling, some

I feel like the ship of the 'Ember Fleet', I don't know what happened to Kaohsiung...it will become like that..."

Anchorage followed the direction of the hair, gently stroking the big tail all the way to the tip, and the happiness value continued to UP and UP, feeling that it doesn't matter if you go to the active sea area again now.

"Don't worry... Minato, it's safe...!"

Slowly reassuring her, Nagato had already finished his last bite of food, feeling quite satisfied in his heart, and just as he was about to stand up, Anchorage came up again.

"Ru, Ru, I have recovered, and I don't need to be hugged like a child."

"…pity…"

Nagato couldn't help but pat Anchorage on the head because of the obvious loss, and then jumped off the chair, looking curiously at the island with incomplete facilities and much more natural scenery than the buildings in the port area .

After days of serious work, the yellow chickens have completed the road leveling and green belt beautification between several buildings, and now they no longer need to walk on the lawn to go to other buildings.

Before returning to the command center, Anchorage suddenly suggested: "Dormitory... pick one first...?"

"I don't care about the arrangement of the dormitory... However, I like a place where I can keep my feet on the ground."

It turns out that the place near the outer wall on the first floor can be rebuilt into a balcony.

Take Nagato to the dormitory in Minato. According to her, it seems that this dormitory is much more luxurious than before, but she can't remember where to live.

It's all trivial, don't worry about it.

Arranged for Nagato the room near the command center, that is, the rightmost room of the dormitory. After she thought about it for a moment, she informed the yellow chickens who were doing maintenance of her request, and they immediately put on their fortification hats, saying that they could finish it before night!