Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

Yang Sikang has always prepared the armed force of his command ship by referring to the opinions of Belfast and London and others and combining it with the effects that his existing technology can achieve.

For example, the front deck main gun, which could be fired in times of emergency to repel the enemy in exchange for valuable escape time, was the product of such circumstances.

But no matter what, Yang Sikang has always been in a situation of doing his best to add and change functions in terms of ship equipment.

Under the premise of ignoring technical limitations, such a solution is of course the best and correct.

But once there are technical barriers, this approach will become increasingly difficult.

This is his current state.

What you want cannot be made, and the results of what you can make are unsatisfactory.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with using the previous design, but on the one hand, it requires mature machinery, which he does not have at hand now.

On the other hand, the same methods will inevitably become less and less effective when dealing with sirens, especially small tricks that can leave a deep impression on the Purifiers. It is difficult to expect similar effects a second time.

Of course, if you can be as powerful as the ship girls in the β Experimental Field, these problems will not be a problem.

Being able to defeat all laws with one force is no joke.

If nothing else, look at the Beta Experimental Site, where even the arbitration agency is in ruins, and look at the world he is in now. The observers have not even brought out the builder, which explains the problem very much.

In the eyes of observers, they don't even need a complete mirror sea area with the builder as the core to deal with Yang Sikang.

But what Belfast said just now made Yang Sikang realize the root of the problem.

Since addition is difficult, why not just do subtraction?

Just give up those unnecessary bells and whistles and focus on improving one aspect.

"Let's arrange it like this."

Yang Sikang looked at the simulation results on the computer and relaxed.

The file was saved, and Yang Sikang stretched greatly.

"Master, Yubari contacted you five minutes ago, but because your work is being completed, I asked her to call back later."

Yang Sikang nodded and said with a smile:

“The work is done and the rest is easy.”

As soon as Yang Sikang finished speaking, the terminal rang again.

When the communication was connected, Yubari on the other end did not speak for a long time.

"Has it been cleaned up?"

Yang Sikang asked.

"Cleaned up."

Yubari's voice sounded a little depressed.

This is also understandable.

As a professional researcher, Yubari must have found it hard to accept that the chemical solvents she carefully matched were lost to ordinary salt water.

"What made that graffiti?"

Yubari asked.

Yang Sikang thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.

"Big mackerel likes to play pranks, so I made some special inks for her. It just happened to be very resistant to chemical materials. After all, the inks themselves were by-products of my experiments."

"Damn it... I lost my solvent to the by-products you made..."

Yang Sikang smiled:

"It's just luck. You know, in addition to your own strength when doing research, luck is sometimes one of the decisive factors."

"That's right! You just have better luck!"

Yang Sikang had just solved his troubles at work and was now in a good mood. Of course it didn't matter to Yubari if he wanted to regain some face for himself.

The communication was soon disconnected, but Yubari's voice sounded much more lively than before.

Just as Yang Sikang put down the terminal, Belfast next to him suddenly brought a cup of tea.

Yang Sikang picked it up out of habit, but he was a little surprised when he saw it.

Because this is not black tea that Belfast specializes in, but green tea.

"Why did you suddenly make green tea?"

"The master is from Donghuang after all. Although you have been drinking black tea, you must be more interested in green tea."

Yang Sikang took a sip and shook his head.

"I'm not picky, and your black tea has always been excellent. When the taste is good enough, the category is not so important."

"But it is part of the job of a maid to provide services that are more in line with the master's preferences."

Yang Sikang looked at the teacup in his hand, and Belfast said in a timely manner:

"I heard that Donghuang's tea usually uses special tea sets, and they are very particular."

"Donghuang's tea... If you're more particular about it, you won't be able to use black tea cups."

Yang Sikang thought for a while, looked at Belfast and asked:

"Are you interested?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's buy some tea sets first."

Yang Sikang did what he said, took out the terminal and was about to contact Baiying, when Belfast said again:

"It seems that a merchant ship from Donghuang came to this port today."

Belfast said this, if Yang Sikang still can't understand, then he is really a fool.

The terminal was immediately put into his pocket, and the idea of ​​contacting Zhenhai, who was still at Baiying's side, to get the tea set from Donghuang was immediately forgotten.

"Then I'll wait for you at the door."

Yang Sikang walked out as he spoke, and Belfast also walked back to her room.

About ten minutes later, Belfast, dressed in casual clothes, came to the door.

Without the familiar maid uniform, Belfast's own temperament has become even more dazzling.

Confident, calm and possessing a reassuring charm, Yang Sikang couldn't help but sigh when he saw Belfast's rather casual but stunning clothes.

"Is there something wrong with my clothes, Master?"

"Obviously ordinary clothes, but they look very expensive on you. Sure enough, the maid outfit seems to have blocked your shine."

"Haha, I will accept your compliment."

Yang Sikang stretched out his hand, Belfast put his hand on his, and the two walked out naturally.

As soon as they left, three heads, two big and one small, poked out from the door.

The top one is the phoenix, the middle one is the bumblebee, and the bottom one is the javelin.

The three of them looked at Belfast's back holding Yang Sikang's hand, with different expressions.

Javelin's eyes were filled with excitement, Bumblebee looked bursting with curiosity, and Dafeng was about to cry.

"Javelin, let's follow up and take a look!"

Bumblebee was the first to propose tracking, and Javelin decisively agreed.

"Okay, okay! Hehe~ Commander's night date with Miss Belfast~"

"That can't be done."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Javelin and Bumblebee tacitly prepared to escape separately, but two hands accurately caught them both.

With a smile on his face, York City grabbed the backs of the two fateful necks and said leisurely:

"You can't disturb the Commander and Miss Belfast~ This is a rare opportunity for them to be alone."

Dafeng on the side remained silent. York City looked at her with some worry. After Dafeng noticed it, he said angrily:

"Dafeng will not disturb the Commander!"

Although her expression actually looked quite uncomfortable.