The Blue Life That Started from Ming Miao

"Next..." Richelieu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Next, I plan to go to Donghuang."

...

The idea of ​​taking pictures was stopped by Guanghui. Although she was a little depressed, Gridley also knew that the other party was probably not that simple character. At this time, she stood on the grass, looked left and right, and then walked to the hillside behind the church overlooking the sea.

Click, click, click.

The beautiful sunset red, although not as good-looking as Jian Niang, but since she came, she couldn't go back empty-handed anyway.

I photographed the sea and then the church. The dilapidated church has been in disrepair for a long time, with large pieces of cement peeling off from the walls, and weeds and vines growing in the corners. Just put the camera in front of my eyes, and a small figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

"Farm woman." Gridley clicked and took a picture of Forbin's appearance.

The peasant woman was picking vegetables, and Gridley didn't know her name, but the size on her chest wouldn't deceive anyone. Even if it wasn't a capital ship, it was at least a cruiser.

This is a cruiser, and the one chatting with Guanghui should be the legendary powerful battleship.

It's a pity when you think about it, and you are not allowed to take pictures, otherwise, if you take the photos back, they will definitely sell for a lot of money, and the travel expenses will not be a problem at all.

But the battleship can’t be photographed, the sea view and the church must be photographed, and the peasant woman picking vegetables, uh... From this point of view, even if it is said to be a ship’s mother, some people may not believe it, and it will be even more difficult to explain it when the time comes.

I scratched my hair, what should I do?

Gridley's eyes lit up, then trotted over, stood beside Forbin and said, "Well, hello, my name is Gridley."

Forbin turned to look at her, thought for a while and said, "My name is Forbin."

"Which Forbin?"

"Destroyer Forbin."

Gridley yelled: "Liar! How can you be a destroyer!"

Forbin looked puzzled, why isn't he a destroyer?

She didn't know Forbin, and Gridley only knew big breasts. She pointed at Forbin and said, "How can there be a destroyer like you!?"

Forbin looked down at his own chest, and then at Gridley's chest, suddenly.

"Wow~" Suddenly receiving a critical hit of [-] points, Gridley vomited blood.

At this moment, Forbin stood up, opened his ship with a clatter, and said, "Look, the destroyer cannon."

Gridley sized it up carefully, and reached out to touch the hole, but Forbin dodged it.

"Don't touch it casually."

Smash it down, Gridley said with a sigh of relief: "It's really a destroyer."

"I already said that."

Destroyer... Big-chested destroyer... Gridley's eyes flashed, thinking, isn't this look more attractive? ?

The poor life of the big-breasted destroyer forced by life.JPG

Big-chested Destroyer Farm Woman.JPG

click ~

Forbin was startled, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Taking pictures~" Gridley said excitedly, "Come here, set up a few more POS, pick up the vegetable basket, hold the vegetable basket with one hand and wipe the sweat with the other hand, I think that look must be awesome!"

Forbin shook his head and refused: "No, I feel a little embarrassed."

"No, why am I embarrassed, it's a close-up."

"No." After finishing speaking, Forbin put away the ship suit, then squatted down and continued picking vegetables.

Small green vegetables, chopped green onions, and garlic seeds. On the other side, pumpkins and loofahs were planted. Unfortunately, there was not enough time to grow them.

"Tsk~" It's a pity that only one photo of the ship was taken, but Forbin ignored her, and Gridley couldn't help it, but she quickly glanced and noticed a brighter angle.

The camera tilted from top to bottom, and a large snow-white northern hemisphere gradually appeared in the field of vision. Gridley grinned and was about to press the shutter button, but he lightened up and turned around to find that he had been lifted by the brilliance.

"Gridley, it's not a good habit to secretly take pictures~"

PS: there are more

Chapter 6 Richelieu's Decision

Guanghui was sitting at the dining table. At this time, she looked at Forbin who was busy in the kitchen in a daze. On the side, Gridley got permission to take a picture in the church hall just now, and then came back to prepare the busy big-chested destroyer. When I took pictures of the daily cooking scenes, I found out sadly that I didn't have enough film.

There wasn't enough film, so there was no way to continue taking pictures. At this time, Gridley was lying on the dining table with no love, his chin resting on the table, his hands straight beside his head, and his eyes staring blankly at the front.

At this time, Richelieu came out from the inner room. She had just taken a shower, with a towel hanging around her neck, and her slightly wet blond hair resting on both sides of her neck. Just stay here, Joan of Arc and the others are not here, so you can stay in the spare room."

"Then excuse me." Turning his gaze, Guanghui asked Gridley, "Do you want to go back?"

Gridley cries: "There's no film around here!"

"You can go and have a look near Dilu Port."

"Forget it, forget it, let's go tomorrow." Going back and forth is too much trouble, and it takes time, and it takes time to search and search, maybe you can't make it back, and then you will have to spend money to stay in the hotel?

Going out and relying on friends can save a little bit, and the rest of the money will be used to buy film, and Gridley's big plan is being implemented.

Not long after Forbin brought out the meals, vegetable salad, garlic salmon, caviar and scrambled eggs, a few simple dishes, this is the so-called 'extra meal'.

Gridley took a bite of the rice, his cheeks puffed up, then he looked at Richelieu and then at Forbin, a powerful battleship and a big-breasted destroyer, wondering why life would be so embarrassing with such a combination ?

Thinking of this, Guanghui suddenly said: "If you are going to Donghuang, I can help you."

Richelieu paused. Although he mentioned this before, Guanghui did not express his position at that time, and there must be some difficulties.

"No need, you are not the ship's wife at the headquarters of the Maritime Safety Administration, so it's not good for you to come forward."

"I didn't come forward." Guanghui shook her head. She had left the Maritime Safety Administration for a long time, so naturally she didn't have much influence. "If you insist, it should be my commander who can help you."

"Commander?" How can a human commander help him?For such a long time, Richelieu has met many people who claim to be commanders, men and women, some who guard a certain sea area, and some who escort ships for life, all kinds of people, Richelieu I don't think any of these people can help her.

"Although you may not believe it, our tutelary mansion is a bit special. How should I put it? You can see several naughty destroyers running around, including those who are greedy for food and fun. You can also see more powerful ones. Pioneer ships, such as Cleveland and Prince Eugen, and even Zeppelin and Tirpitz, as well as Akagi and Kaga, there are more than a dozen battleships alone, and more other ships."

"Although the commander has only graduated for more than half a year, but the scale of the current tutelary mansion, I think it is probably the most powerful in Donghuang."

Richelieu's eyes darkened, and he said: "Such a tutelary fort does have enough influence in Donghuang, but I'm afraid it won't be able to affect the decision of the Maritime Safety Administration."

Guanghui shook his head: "You don't understand, it's not just that...Actually, there are still several legendary ship girls in the tutelary mansion."

"Legendary ship girl!?" Richelieu's voice was a little higher, and then he frowned and said, "As far as I know, even the maritime safety bureaus around the world probably don't have many legendary ship girls, right?"

"I don't know much about the Maritime Safety Administration. After all, even the ship's wife who works there has no way of knowing the specific situation. But if you only look at the tutelary mansion, the commander's tutelary mansion is indeed the most powerful I have ever seen."

The title of the most powerful tutelary mansion is not something that can be said casually.

"If there is such a lineup of ship girls, it can indeed be called the most powerful tutelary mansion." The Maritime Safety Administration can't ignore the legendary ship girls alone. If they lead, their goals are indeed easier to achieve.

But from another point of view, you can't interfere with the decision of the Maritime Safety Administration just because you are so powerful. It's easy to be gossiped and arrogant. After all, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and there are always some guys with ulterior motives. When the time comes to fan the fan a little bit, all kinds of rumors will come out.

For Richelieu, she couldn't accept the help of a human commander with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Guanghui said again: "The commander was in Sakura before, and he will probably go back soon during this time."

"Heavy Sakura? Miko Nagato?"

Guanghui nodded.

"I haven't met Nagato, but I respect her in my heart."

"Nagato..." Guanghui had never seen it before, but occasionally heard it mentioned a few times by other ship girls in the guard house.

Dignified and elegant, unsmiling, ignorant of worldly affairs, in short, somewhat incomprehensible, as a ship girl, Nagato does not live as purely as other people.

Of course, this was the impression of a long time ago, as for what it looks like now, no one has seen it.

Thinking of this, Guanghui said again: "The commander once helped the newborn Shige Sakura led by Nagato, fighting and even supplying, and repelled the attack of Shige Sakura's old regime."

Richelieu nodded: "It is indeed very courageous."

To do such a thing with the strength of a tutelary mansion, if you were an ordinary person, you would have been so frightened that even the gate of the tutelary mansion would have been closed.

"It's not so much courage, it's better to say that the commander is always unexpectedly persistent in certain aspects." Guanghui recalled the scene when he was chatting with other sisters before, when he was attacked by the Sakura Yamato, he was obviously not sure but still did that Yes, in other people's eyes, it would be impulsive.

I like commanders who are impulsive, but they are usually calm. When thinking about things, they can't suffer. It doesn't matter if they are shameless or shameless. In a word, this person is already shameless for his own ship girls.

(Su Qi: What is my heart...)

"Let's talk about it later." Richelieu said after a pause. It always feels a little inappropriate to ask a commander or something, but since Guanghui kindly proposed it, whether he refuses or accepts it must be carefully considered.

Saying this, the table suddenly fell silent.

Forbin ate quietly from beginning to end. For her, Richelieu's decision was everything.

Gridley, on the other hand, put the bowl to her mouth and licked the rice vigorously. A pair of small eyes protruded from the corner of the bowl and looked left and right, looking at Guanghui and then at Richelieu. She couldn't get in the conversation between the bosses. , I really want to take a picture of this picture if I can.

But just now I seem to have overheard some serious words, the strongest tutelary fort or something, there are many destroyers there, there are more than a dozen battleships, there are Zeppelin and the legendary Tirpitz, there are Chicheng and Kaga, then It was a super combination she had heard about when she was traveling in Sakura.

There is such a tutelary mansion! ?

Feeling that her unicorn arm was about to move, she quickly suppressed the impulse.

Kacha Kacha Kacha Kacha, I really want to take pictures of them all.

But now is not the time to do this kind of thing. The tutelary mansion, the Maritime Safety Administration, the legendary ship girl, the glory, Richelieu, are all big boss-level existences, and she doesn't want to die.

After dinner in such a quiet atmosphere, Guanghui and Gridley entered the room assigned to them. Richelieu sat on a chair alone, thought for a while, and walked out of the church quietly.

There is a cool sea breeze blowing outside the house, and the sea surface shrouded in moonlight is quiet. From the place past and behind the chapel, walk through a small break, and soon you can walk along the slope to the beach by the sea.

There were many other residents living around this small church, but because it was too close to the sea, the people here were always worried that the siren guns would hit them, so they gradually began to move away from here to the inland.

Richelieu remembered that when he first arrived, he was attacked by the Siren fleet. Of course, the target was a passing passenger ship instead of them.

I and other people in the fleet helped to solve the siren, but I didn't expect that a rumor would be caused because of this. The news of the ship's mother spread quickly. To her surprise, she has lived here for so long, and no commander has ever been here.

Of course, it’s always better if no one bothers you, lest you waste your time entangled with them, and become someone else’s mother-in-law. Will think about these.

The cool sea breeze blows over, the waves beat on the reefs along the coast, splashing countless bubbles, the lighthouse in the distance is shining brightly, and one or two small cargo ships can occasionally be seen entering the pier on the sea.

Some flowers were planted near the chapel, which were planted by Joan of Arc before. When I asked her why she planted them, the latter said that she was bored so she planted some flowers.

Boring is indeed boring. Although the battle with the Vichy Holy See lasted for a long time, because of the iron and blood intervening in the middle, they have not taken advantage of it, so it has gradually evolved into a continuous war of attrition. It would be too bad for them to fight a war of attrition.