Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard..."

Following the war-weary eyes that said "It's good to be back, it's good to be back" like a grandmother's benevolent gaze, Befa hugged Elizabeth.

But this action did not make Elizabeth feel much better.

Because in the past, Belfa would always give her a maid's skirt first when she came home, but now Belfa's more gentle behavior actually means that she is no longer Elizabeth's maid.

They can draw in more relationships, but they don't have to behave like master and servant.

"...Is the Kremlin worthy of your allegiance?" With some taste, Elizabeth pouted and glanced up at Belfar's breasts, which had enlarged twice for some reason—it must have been remodeled!There is actually a powerful aura on his body that surpasses that of Neptune——

Even Biffa's body has become unfamiliar!

"The commander is the most idealistic and intelligent man in the world."

Although Elizabeth's speech was very childish, Beffa didn't completely take it as a jealous question from a little girl.

"With his help, the royal family can easily get out of the current predicament, and in terms of the quality of the fleet alone, the fleet he built is much stronger than the royal family."

Although the foundation of the Royal Fleet is excellent, it still cannot withstand the combined power of three or four countries. As the center of the fleet, the Kremlin can fight against a special gang with one ship.

"If there are more fleets, he won't necessarily rely on us more—and he won't necessarily be good to you—"

Elizabeth's nose turned red and she twitched twice.

"His Majesty."

Beffa took out his handkerchief, but Elizabeth separated his arms.

"What is the task he gave you...?" After a brief moment of vulnerability, Elizabeth turned around and motioned Befa to follow—she didn't want to make the guard of honor laugh at her anymore.

"He asked me to come back to assist you, and brought back some information related to the spiritual enhancement experiment for the cabinet to analyze."

Beifa looked a little solemn: "Starting today, I will be responsible for screening the minor nobles and descendants of the pro-ship girls, and send them to Moscow to study."

"Cultivate psykers... Isn't that guy afraid of making enemies for himself? Or cultivate potential opponents on such a large scale—"

Elizabeth tilted her head back somewhat puzzled.

"Are there any other requirements or conditions?"

You can't just give us benefits without money, right?

Elizabeth was all too aware of the bear's pissing nature.

"...The selected people will be our vanguard force to subvert the House of Lords and the cabinet."

Belfa shook his head: "It may be the small nobles who are often oppressed by the powerful nobles, or the advanced military officers, and some are the fencers of the Labor Party, but it is absolutely impossible for those members of parliament to directly control the role."

"……Oh."

Elizabeth immediately understood the Kremlin's arrangements.

Barely considered a good move, but the courage of such "advancing the enemy" may also cause the plan to lose control in the later stage.

"Is he going to bring the Labor Party to power?"

"...No, the commander wants to abolish the constitutional monarchy." Even Befa was a little nervous when he said this.

"...this king knows."

It's not that Elizabeth doesn't have this idea. As early as she was born in the world, she was used by someone with a heart to force the real queen to abdicate, and after she became the titular queen, the conflict had already been buried.

Human beings are always good at deflecting contradictions.

If she also has to abdicate...it really doesn't matter.

There are many ways to master social resources, and being a queen is just the most superficial way—not to mention that she doesn't really have many resources!It's just a pity that she was the core of the fleet in the past, and if she loses this title, everyone may be at a loss for a period of time, and the royal family will no longer be the royal family.

But with the wealth of the fleet, entering the alliance may be able to win a better living environment for the sisters.

If you can maximize your benefits, it's just an identity, and it can't compare to the happiness of your own sisters——

After she made a deal with Bismarck last time, observing the operation mode of Sangvis, her mind was no longer limited to the British system, and now Da Ke put a good excuse on her lips.

"It can be considered, but we must enjoy autonomy within the alliance—" She responded to Befa very seriously: "The leader of the British region must be British, not elected by puppet, and must be elected by us— "

"If Britain can establish a branch, the commander will agree with us to conduct internal elections. Even if the leader is the ship's wife, he will not have any objections." Listening to the joke, Befa hurriedly added.

"...Huh? That Kremlin is so understanding?"

Elizabeth blinked - that didn't sound like a thing at all!

"Your Majesty, are you really planning to..."

The war weariness on the side was a little dumbfounded.

As a knight, it is really unpleasant to see the emperor's house she serves collapse, but she is also a rationalist, and it is impossible to stop Elizabeth's decision.

"... Hood called on me tonight for help."

However, Elizabeth changed the subject and did not give War Weariness a chance to show her rigid loyalty.

"She needs Sheffield to assist Sirius... What do you think?"

"Sheffield..."

Befa pursed his lips when he heard the name, and then showed a slightly wicked smile: "It's very suitable, Sirius is in charge of fighting, and Sheffield is in charge of taking care of the commander's daily life—"

Only two very good ship girls can match your role by his side... Sigh.

War-weary and Elizabeth sighed again from the bottom of their hearts when they heard this.

No matter how you look at this transaction, the royal family is losing money. You must know that the maids sent out will not return to the royal establishment, and they will feel reluctant inside and out.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't assign a maid to the commander..."

Befa then said with a delicate expression: "Befa will stay in the country for up to two weeks, and he will go to Dunkirk to host volunteer work..."

"Only for two weeks???"

This time Rao is the little queen who is trying to save face and can't hold it anymore:

"Mr. Beifa... It's hard to go home, so why not just stay for two weeks!!" Elizabeth's eyes began to circle again.

"Every two weeks, I will return to China to serve His Majesty... Well, it's just like a business trip..."

Seeing that Elizabeth was about to cry again, Belfer hurried to comfort her.

Da Ke does not allow her to act as a maid and serve the royal family, but for Elizabeth, whether it is out of respect for the elderly or love of the young...it can be justified...right?

"...can you find a way to move the Alliance headquarters to Britain?"

Only at this time did Elizabeth show her somewhat savage side—even though she knew the proposal was nonsense:

"In this way, you can spend more time with your family while assisting him..."

"It will be difficult, but not impossible."

Belfa pondered for a moment, and actually gave an ambiguous answer.

"Huh?" Is there really a chance?

Elizabeth looked overjoyed.

"The temporary headquarters of Fleet International is in Moscow, but this location is not constant. In order to maintain the flow of power, the authority of the headquarters should be handed over to all camps in the world every year. It needs to be voted by the representative of the fleet." Befa smiled confidently: "The commander lives It's nearer, and of course I can come back to Buckingham Palace anytime."

"We must find a way to take over the functions of the headquarters this year! We have too many ships!" Elizabeth raised the scepter—only at this time can the foundation of the empire on which the sun never sets be revealed... It can be said to be a bit bleak.

"Then Beifa will try to win over representatives from other camps." There are quite a few pro-British factions in Sakura, and maybe they really have something to do.

While Bismarck was still thinking about how to get more benefits, the royal family was already thinking about buying a house for Dake in his hometown.

This is probably forward-looking.

……

"The Sound of Berlin?"

Dake looked at the iron box pushed in front of him by the messenger, showing a strange expression.

The name sounds a bit like a radio station.

"This is the family's treasure, and it is one of the few trophies that human beings won from the sirens in the last war before the appearance of the ship's mother."

The messenger introduced the gift to Dake in a calm tone.

After knowing that Dake was still attending the banquet, the emissary actually thumped in his heart, but regardless of whether it would be against Bismarck’s face, he had to give this gift—fortunately, Dake was more reasonable and gave him a secret. There is no need to confront Bismarck face-to-face.

"Then why is it called that name?"

"Because the box it was kept in looked like an early radio box."

The messenger obviously didn't know what the big man above was thinking, and he said dryly: "The Voice of Berlin is now a family business—it also has the meaning of commemoration."

"...This thing is not in the research institute, take it out and give it to me as a gift?"

Dake felt that it was outrageous.

"Because there is no channel or method to crack it, we have tried all the methods we can think of, and we have cooperated with the scientists of White Eagle during the Azur Lane period, but in the end we only came to one conclusion. The powerful experimenter has responded, and the most powerful psyker today...is your Excellency—"

After flattering Dake, the envoy was actually curious whether Dake would resonate with this thing.

"Rather than keep it rotten in your hands, it's better to give it to Your Excellency who can really use it."

I get it, you guys have an attitude of trying, right?

Dake didn't feel any danger in the box. If it was sealed explosives or other weapons, with the keenness of the ship's mother, she would never let the messenger enter the gate——

It should be harmless, but since it's a siren thing...

He pressed the button, and the box opened layer by layer, revealing a central movement.

Seeing this, Dake raised his mouth slightly, and took out the terminal casually:

"Pick up Moscow."

The strong man turned his head and dialed the phone, and motioned for the messenger to sit down and rest—

With such a relaxed performance, even showing his back to himself, the messenger was even more sure of the other party's generosity and confidence, so he could only keep wiping the cold sweat off his head for a while.

When he first entered, Dake was surrounded by a group of girls, and he thought he had ruined their good deeds.

"Transfer to the VIP suite of the People's Hotel."

"Hey?"

The lazy and charming voice of "Queen" sounded from the other end.