Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

While Yang Sikang was thinking about how to establish a relationship with the Sirens starting from the Purifier, on the Tiexue side, Ron, who had obtained permission and help, was also advancing her own plan in an orderly manner.

The blue barbarians were running around in the offshore port area, carrying building materials, tools and other things in an orderly manner.

Moreover, compared to the dock developed by Yang Sikang, this place is larger and more casual, so the barbarians not only wear special safety helmets, but also have special equipment such as wheelbarrows, forklifts, and shovels that fit their body size.

All of these instruments have an obvious logo printed on them. As for what this logo represents, you can understand it even if you don’t see the logo at first glance. After all, all of the instruments come from the green-headed cat’s factory!

Ron sat on the shelf, watching the barbarians work leisurely, holding a short list in his hand, tapping it from time to time.

"Hmm~ What should I do? Should I tell the commander about the people on this list?"

"Are you thinking of something dangerous again?"

Mainz's voice sounded, and Ron turned his head and smiled at Mainz who was passing by:

"You're back now. I'm not thinking of anything dangerous. I'm just a little undecided about the special academy I mentioned before."

"You're actually undecided about something?"

Mainz said in surprise, then saw the paper in Ron's hand.

"Is it because of the thing up there?"

"I guess so. The commander wants to know the talent situation in that academy."

"Then why don't you just hand it over to the commander?"

Mainz asked in confusion, what is there to be so concerned about?

"Having said that, there are a few people on this list who are still quite concerning. How should I put it, they are quite talented, but disobedient?"

"If you don't listen, just change someone else."

Mainz frowned slightly:

"Is there someone extraordinary inside?"

"That's not the case, but they are talented after all, and it would be a pity to replace them. Mainz, if I propose to the commander that I train them personally, would the commander agree?"

"How should I know? But Frederick probably won't agree. Doesn't she have something else for you to do?"

"That's true. Compared to these people, Frederick's story is more interesting."

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a charming smile.

However, Mainz knew that she would usually go out for a walk after showing this smile, so he reminded her:

"Don't overdo it recently. When someone saw you before, your image to the outside world was almost ruined."

"Haha, it's okay, don't worry. Oh, by the way, I've brought back the coffee beans you asked for, and I've put them in the same place."

"Thank you. Then I'll go back first. Don't play too long."

"Good~"

Mainz left, and Ron looked at the list in his hand, licked his lips, and then tore it into pieces and threw it into the sea.

A few minutes later, Ron left the seaport area and began to wander aimlessly in the surrounding waters.

On the other side, Yang Sikang received an email from Ron. After quickly reading the content, Yang Sikang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's unexpected that Ron sent such a list. However, it seems that there are quite a lot of talented people gathered at the Iron Blood. But think about it, those who can go to Iron Blood to study in the era of Kanmusu must have some talent."

Yang Sikang read it carefully, but did not record it in detail.

The list Ron gave was just a brief introduction, and it was unlikely that she would conduct an in-depth investigation into these people who had nothing to do with her.

So Yang Sikang directly entered the list into Bai Ze's hands and asked Bai Ze to find the information of these people directly.

At this time, he was planning a special plan to study and repair the Purifier body.

However, the content of this research has been quite difficult to progress.

Through simulation of the basic data obtained through testing, Yang Sikang was surprised to find after repeated attempts that the methods he commonly used had very poor effects on the purifiers, not only in research but also in maintenance.

Osta’s creation is not something that can be cracked easily, but even with this awareness, the current situation is enough to make many people back down.

"The Purifier's body is too difficult to handle. Each part is connected to multiple other parts. A seemingly independent part may actually be the hub of several related parts. It will take more than a day or two to analyze such a complex design. We must find another way."

When Yang Sikang was worried, Belfast pushed the door open as usual with a bowl of soup, paused the program on Yang Sikang's terminal without saying anything, and then took the terminal aside.

"Master, you have been reading this document for more than two hours."

"After all, this is a rare opportunity, I really don't want to let it go."

Yang Sikang smiled, sat more comfortably on the bed, and then looked at the soup pot that Belfast brought.

"Today's is the pigeon soup made by Miss Dafeng. Please enjoy it."

Seeing the wolfberries and red dates that seemed to be floating all over the soup, as well as the supplements inside, Yang Sikang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sure enough, Belfast said immediately:

"Master, Miss Mavis asked me to remind you that if you behave like that again tonight, she will give you a quick-acting drug."

Yang Sikang's expression changed slightly.

The quick-acting medicine that Mavis was talking about was not some regular quick-acting medicine, but a literal quick-acting medicine tailored for someone like him with an unusual physique.

But the powerful medicinal effect also comes with a price, and the price is that Yang Sikang, who uses this fast-acting medicine, will be in a very uncomfortable state.

He had tried it once before, and after just one use, he was in bed all day in discomfort, as if there were many ants crawling on his body, but he couldn't touch them. His body seemed to be itchy and burning, but no matter what he did, it felt like scratching an itch through a shoe, and it didn't work.

The effect of the drug will last for nearly 20 hours. During this period, you will not be able to work, and you will not even be able to think calmly. The subtle feeling that is neither uncomfortable nor particularly uncomfortable will greatly affect your thinking ability.

"Then I'd better drink less."

Yang Sikang made a decisive and wise choice.