Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

After all, no matter for any man, this kind of boredom is also a kind of overly happy boredom, and it is completely inferior to the difficulties encountered by those soldiers and the big bosses of the Academy of Social Sciences.

"Is it today's militia?" Buffa asked aloud.

"Yes, we will soon be comrades. Although I really intend to win them over, I still want to thank the group of animals in the Northern Union for making them infinitely biased towards us." Da Ke knocked on the table mockingly, and put on another A seemingly unconcerned expression: "Comrade Biffa...about your application for joining the party..."

"...I'm already writing." Beffa paused suddenly, his eyes lowered to the teapot in his hand, and he filled another cup for Dake eagerly.

"Is it only the progress of the title of the book?"

"No, it's just that because of my ignorance, I can't understand the party constitution well... I don't dare to make up my mind to make people laugh..." Although Befa still had a little confidence in her voice, she lowered her posture as much as possible. If you bend over again, the fabric will not be able to hang.

"Are you sure it's not because we are going to border with Europe soon, and you are afraid that people from your hometown will come and see your life status and identity change... and get angry?"

Dake was inexplicably stubborn today, and he didn't even show interest in eating sugar-coated food.

"...It has something to do with it...Because Your Majesty treats me well..." Belfer's speech slowed down by about [-]%, which is already very rare for the head maid who regards the rhythm of articulation as etiquette .

"Huh?" Dake raised his eyebrows.

"...Ms. Elizabeth is my relative, I'm afraid she might misunderstand..." Belfar hurriedly changed his words.

"What did you misunderstand? We will be a family soon." Dake took the teacup and said earnestly: "You are the advanced party now, you must take the responsibility of correcting them—"

"Yes... But once my identity is completely changed, many things can't be done on the royal side."

Belfarna called a lament: "Whether it's entering Buckingham Palace...going to the parliament, or ordinary inspections, it's hard not to make them vigilant..."

If he didn't know that this woman had a lot of drama, Da Ke might really have to give her some more time to think about it.

But when the two get along, there are not many opportunities to exchange offense and defense. How can the strong man give up the good opportunity to take advantage of the victory and pursue it?

"It doesn't matter, when you announce that you have stepped down as the secretary ship, and then return to Britain for inspection, won't it be—huh?"

Before Dake finished speaking, he was raising his teacup when suddenly his mouth was blocked by a ball of white cloth.

No, look carefully, the pinch above seems to be the lace of Befa's coat? ?

Then his nostrils were also fully plugged.

A fresh breath of clover was directly fed into Dake's mouth and nasal cavity.

Looking up along the line of sight, the shadows of Befa's face are a bit gloomy because the light is blocked - of course, this will not destroy the overall beauty of her appearance and upper body, and even allow Da Ke to approach and appreciate more clearly. How smooth is the delicate skin with no pores at all.

Befa supported Dake's chair back with one hand, and put one leg on the edge of the imitation leather seat to provide support, but in fact, the center of gravity of the whole body was concentrated on Dake's face, and he wished he could use his turret to take Dake's body to the ground. The brain was pressed into the chair.

"Master, man~ You can't say something nonsense~"

Bepha blocked Duck's mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes outside, and at the same time smiled at him with closed eyelashes, even the pupils were invisible.

This is the first time in a long time that Beffa has changed his name back.

Don't pretend, it's a showdown.

"The reason why the superiors are the superiors is because they know that some words must be realized, and some words that will never be realized are just jokes used to deceive votes...and they are very clear."

Her tone is sweet, but the meaning of the threat can be heard by everyone: "Beffa believes that the master is also very clear about the difference between a joke and a promise, right~"

Saying so, she simply lifted her legs outlined by Bai Si onto the chair, and unexpectedly pulled Dake's center of gravity back.

"..."

Dake wanted to speak at this time, but his mouth seemed to be glued, and he couldn't separate it. Belfa, who realized that he wanted to resist, simply wrapped his arms around the back of the chair and pulled it forward—— —

"Woooo???"

"I will finish the application tonight, so the joke can only be a joke?"

He made a silent gesture to Dake, and Befa did not intend to let Dake resume his breathing. He confirmed his position, took off his skirt, and supported his waist. Then Dake found that the snow-greasy The greasy socks and the stretched flesh marks spread out from her left and right sides - just sitting on her lap.

Different from the strong reaction, Dake felt a strong entanglement from Befa's body - especially the slightly salty sweat oozing from her body...

I seem to have said something wrong.

He secretly blamed himself, originally he didn't intend to rape her, it was just a routine beating, but it seemed that he had inadvertently forced her to make an incredible decision.

What a poor girl, cooperating with me to do so much has not completely dispelled her uneasiness about the living environment.

Da Ke found that she tried to downplay her relationship with Ajax and Cheshire recently, and she also had a certain purpose of avoiding suspicion.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu than within a certain range.

"Master agreed?"

The original gloomy smile gradually dissipated, and Befa's face became tangled as it should be.Then she breathed a sigh of relief——

"It was just pretending. In fact, Bepha is not worried that the master will abandon me or send me back to Britain."

"...Woo huh? (Then you are still riding on me??)"

"In order to make the commander feel at ease, I will write this application, and I will go to the swearing-in meeting, but Befa is really not ready to immediately become hostile to the motherland and His Majesty, so wait a little bit, okay? I won't make it difficult for you."

Finally, she said like a mantra: "Don't rush to say that you will find a way to arrange other people to deal with the royal issues. If you really want a revolution, how to fight fast, how to fight with the least damage, and who to sponsor, these are the key points." What needs to be assessed by Biffa... to other members will only make us more traumatized."

Befa picked up the broken iron chain from his chest, and shook it in front of Da Ke: "All this is not because of my high consciousness and ideals, but because you want me to do this—so you can accept it." ?"

Da Ke stared at her and was silent for a while - he couldn't make any sound at first.

"Yes or no?"

Biffa lifted his body and let Dake have more air in the three holes.

"Hara whistle."

"..."

Hearing Dake's reply in Russian, Befa smiled lightly, and then pressed back abruptly, this time covering Dake's eyes.

It can be said to block out the sun.

"Sure enough, it's too much to line up 3 a day, and it really makes you, master, have the strength to ignore Befa..."

Troubled, he took off the small black leather shoes and the small rudders on the soles together, and Buffalo relieved the stretched arches for a moment—and then adjusted his posture. His legs were brought together a little—while he pinched the skin on the inside of his thigh with his toes viciously, loosening and closing.

"Ala……"

Following these small actions, Befa found that Da Ke hadn't really lost his ability to fight.

He just experienced a lot during the day today and developed antibodies, but Befa's method is not comparable to two malicious collisions. He will let Dake understand in minutes that if each of the more than 200 ships has this The method really wasn't as huge of pressure as he had imagined.

"It's still like this... Befa underestimated the commander too much - add 3 more every day, and line up 6? What do you think?"

Befa, who changed his name back, let go of the restraint on Dake a little bit, with a smile of unknown meaning, as if the brilliance of the Thames River was rippling in his eyes.

"Britt - I've put up with you for a long time!! Belfast!!!"

Under such circumstances, calling him by his first name is actually more rude to Da Ke than the previous national curse. He suddenly threw Befa, whose tonnage was only one-tenth of his, onto the table, and at the same time, his eyes flashed very loudly. A blinding red light—it could poke a hole out of Beffa's clothes.

……

Tirpitz summarized the data on the economic recovery of the occupied areas and the degree of cooperation with the people in the past week to prepare for the report.

Switching from a military job to a civilian job is actually a good thing for her to "make the best use of people", so she has no opinion on Da Ke's not arranging her to participate in various battles, and she is even very happy to be able to help her in the right position.

But now standing at the door of the conference room, she suddenly realized that there might be some benefits to going out to fight, for example, she would not be dragged by Da Ke on issues of work attitude and thinking—he would scold her head and face.

"Ah?! How can it be useful if it is not written voluntarily!! Then I am forcing you!! Why do you become a party member with such a negative attitude!!! Tell me!!"

The hand that was about to knock on the door froze immediately, and the snowy top of the raisin was covered with question marks——

"Belfa is, I'm afraid, the people of Britain, being misguided... the standard of living, further declining..."

"Ah?! You still have the face to say!! Helping the people of Britain get rid of poverty depends on the nobility?? Does it depend on capital regulation?? Ah? If you don't turn the table over and change the chessboard, do you have to have it in the 16th century? Continue on legacy rules? Ah??!"

"But Your Majesty, it's true, I'm thinking about it for the common people—"

"Suka!! It has nothing to do with her own character!! No matter how kind a nobleman is, she is still a nobleman!! If she exploits less, she is also exploited!! Exploitation is a class attribute, but it is wrong-why don't you understand!! Ah? ! Have you read the book I recommended to you?!!"

"..."

Hearing Dake "knock" the table loudly, Tizi felt that this way of teaching people was really...very retro.

She silently withdrew her hand that was about to push the door, and took a step back.

When she thought that one day she might be scolded by Da Ke in such a unique way, she felt delicate.

So she decided to come back later to report, otherwise she might be dragged over to criticize together, that would not work.

Don't look at Grace as if she doesn't have any objections to Befa, but her mental cleanliness can't bear to make a fool of herself in front of the British.

"I just hope that she still has the mind to listen to the commander's advice... People who secrete too much dopamine will lose their memory and concentration, and the ship girl should be the same—"

"Sister Tizi, did you encounter any happy things?"

A passing Z-23 greets her—

Nimi's task tonight was to prepare for the swearing-in and the celebration, so she didn't stay in the cabin all the time, but went to the deck to set up the table, and came back to get the materials, and that's when she bumped into the grape.

"Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"Because you've been smiling, I haven't seen you smiling for a long time."

Nimi carefully aligned his fingers, feeling that the Queen of the North in front of him was inexplicably scary.

Chapter 279 Arriving at the Scene and Laughing at the First Time

The news of the surrender of the Northern Union Army on the western battlefield was transferred to Gusinski along with the "recovery" of Stalingrad.

The Beilian and Bridge media empires seem to have finally come to an end.

Although he knew that the silence of the St. Petersburg Front Army was equivalent to ceding the western plains to the new Soviet Union, Gusinsky had always had some kind of fantasy, that is, to use the Second Army to contain the pace of the Red Army and gain more time to ask for help from the Western world— —

But he also selectively forgot that at this critical juncture when all mankind is suffering together, even if they want to get involved in the civil wars of other countries, they still need a huge violent machine in full operation. In order to save money, the country had to enter the army vacuum period, and the only assistance he expected was solidarity——

No, the German guy didn't even give any solidarity. His collaborators on Iron Blood sent him a newsletter—their theoretical leader, Bismarck, didn't seem to care much about what happened in the North Union, but was all focused on it. All went into recovering the French coast and reestablishing contact with the Italian fleet.

This is the right choice for the ship girl, but not enough politicians——

In Gusinski's view, the territory there will still be lost sooner or later, so it's better to consider coming over to get a share - after all, the force of the Siren can't radiate to the inland.

It seems that the accidental exchange of fire in Moscow was interpreted as an action to purge the remnants of the suburbs, which prevented him from obtaining the information of the Sirens' landing in time.

At this time, there will be no more information for his reference. As time progresses, he has completely lost his influence on the capital, and the bridge media employees in Stalingrad have all boarded the special train to Siberia. What awaits them will be a comprehensive transformation from body to spirit.

Gusinski understood that his employees still had a chance to climb out, but he himself would never have any chance to stand up.

"...the nuclear bomb we planted in the Central Federal District must be put on the table."