"Whew~ Really, why don't you believe what I say...... Unicorn, do I look like I'm panicking?"

With a light sigh, the Admiral of the Brest Town Guard put down the letter in his hand that had finally arrived a few days ago, and turned to ask the unicorn beside him who was working as a secretary ship at this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Could it be that my report is not clearly written? No, I have a good record of every detail of the battle......" muttered alone, his eyes full of thoughts on himself.

Looking at the Admiral, who was constantly looking for fault with himself, the unicorn spoke: "Admiral, I don't think it's your reason"

The voice is still so ethereal and pleasant, although it is a young girl's figure, but in terms of thinking, the unicorn is no less than anyone else.

After a pause, she continued, "The Admiral has already written it very clearly, maybe the headquarters doesn't want to believe it."

With that, she quietly looked at her Admiral, leaving room for her to think.

She knew that her admiral was not a person who liked to drill the horns of the bull, and her current doubts were just that her thinking could not be changed all of a sudden.

Admiral, she's very good, no less than anyone else.

Admirals work hard, and although this is the first time she has officially taken on the profession of Admiral, the unicorn can feel that everyone is happy under her.

A little confused and a little stupid......

But overall it's good.

As for the common problems of the Admiral: the trilogy of gambling boats, big construction, and jumping off buildings......

That's not a problem...... That's not a problem......

Looking at the person in front of him who was elegant and noble, although he was just wearing a simple pure white admiral uniform, but he was conveyed a sense of luxury, the unicorn kept recalling the relevant information of his own admiral in his mind.

Admiral her...... What a respectable man!

To be honest, it feels like a unicorn to be with such a person who is perfect in both birth and temperament.

Forehead...... Wait a minute...... This is......

Unconsciously another memory popped up, still about the Admiral.

Oh!shit!None of the Europeans are innocent! Why didn't they dry you to death every day?!

What! Ditch again? Complain I want to complain! This is not E2 at all!

What's wrong? The flagship is broken again? It's okay, I'm on the damage tube!

What the...... Fantasy is a flagship? She has already used the damage management?!

When did I make her a flagship......

What did I say about being the flagship with the highest speed?!

You go...... Just when I don't have your banishment!

I want to be quiet......

……

The above roar full of the admiral wind was naturally not said by the unicorn who was known for his quiet and elegant manners, but the plain and elegant woman in front of her who looked at the Chinese piece in her hand and frowned slightly.

"Don't you believe it......" put down the yellow paper letter with the seal of the EU headquarters in her hand, Joan of Arc looked at the sky outside the window, "I don't believe it...... Yes, should I believe it......"

After calming down and thinking about it for a while, she quickly understood why the headquarters didn't believe her words - although the whole letter was from beginning to end to exhorting her not to be discouraged and continue to work hard next time, and the criticism was not mentioned at all, but she read a different meaning from it-

The deep sea is flying, let's lie to the ghosts! If you find an excuse, you should find a decent one, haven't you ever fought it?

Everyone is from the past, what kind of excuse haven't you found?

Salted fish should be a good grade C, now it's good, it's a dead fish, young people don't be impetuous, everything has to start from the basics, and you can't eat fat people in a hurry......

As mentioned above, after processing each word of each paragraph according to the special hyphenation technique of the predecessors of the Navy Command, what appeared in front of her was a completely different letter from the previous one.

SHE CALLED IT 'DALAO'S CONTEMPT' AND 'MY EU HEADQUARTERS IS SO BORING'

Presumably, the group of second-class goods in the Navy Command are clapping each other for their failures......

I'm afraid that bastard Luze already knows, and now I'm afraid I'm talking about myself eating popcorn with his group of foodies......

Thinking of something, a big tic-tac-toe suddenly appeared on Joan of Arc's head, which made the Belfast girl next to her subconsciously take two steps back, and looked at her own admiral who was constantly bubbling with a strange black gas with a frightened expression.

It's scary...... The Admiral looks so dangerous, you have to ...... To be ...... Killed......

The terrifying killing intent continued to spread in such a small space, winding up the unicorn's body, making the little girl feel cold and shivering.

However, this sudden killing intent came and went quickly, and when the unicorn came back to its senses, it returned to its calm and serene command room, as if the black qi that had spread throughout the space before was completely non-existent.

"It's really hot...... Do those guys in the EU think I haven't taken this course? Morse code is a compulsory course for every admiral!"

Indignantly putting aside the greeting from the EU headquarters, the Admiral of the Brest Town Guard picked up a white personal letter next to him.

There is no famous sender, no other signs worth scrutinizing, just a fool's mark.

Seriously, Joan of Arc really felt stupid, and although it was a bit rude, she really wanted to ask the email - are you an idiot?

From this frog-like headposter, it is enough to see that this person's taste is definitely not high, and it is even a bad taste.

Do I know someone like that?

Or have I ever seen someone like this?

It can't be that European dalao disguised as a budding newcomer to throw, right?

It can't be a death letter that my former African comrades-in-arms deliberately mailed me in the mail, right?

For example, when I open this letter, a white ghost will appear, and then I will have to ...... it in seven days. No, no, no, what are you kidding, is this a supernatural movie......

As she slowly opened the vermilion seal of the letter, a bad feeling intensified in her heart, and she always felt as if she had forgotten something important, but she just couldn't remember it.

What a strange feeling...... Why does this frog logo and this bad taste always feel so familiar?

Where have you seen it?

The more she looked at this green-skinned frog with a big belly, the more she felt bad in her heart, and she always felt that something was far away.

Bang!

The imprint used to seal the letter had been opened, and now the contents would shake out with the slightest exertion, and judging by the touch and weight, it was at most a piece of paper.

"A simple letter...... muttered, and his slender fingers gently reached in and clamped it.

Wait!

It was a very mysterious feeling, and as her fingers touched the white paper, a sense of familiarity came through, "No, isn't he lying on the bed with cirrhosis now......?"

Thinking about it, she directly and decisively passed the unreliable possibility in her mind.

Lu Ze, that bastard, how many times have you told him to work less, liver boat or something, you have to do what you can......

Already European, what else do you want?

Do you want to fly into the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

Look, I got cirrhosis of the liver at a young age, and now I don't have a few days to live......

Ay...... Now that I think about it, this guy is pretty good

Humility and courtesy, bold and generous, is a little more European......

As the saying goes, 'You are hateful in life, but you are lovely in death' is such a situation.

is also a graduate of the 125th class, and a comrade-in-arms who has been building for countless years, has drunk wine, cut people, and dogs...... The last two don't count...... Joan of Arc was still a little sentimental about his imminent departure.

With such a faint sadness, she unfolded the white letter in her hand that had given her a bad feeling from the beginning.

……

"Amazing...... Sure enough, it's better for this guy to die sooner......"

Bang Bang -

The French girl, who was still sad just now, was now covered in black gas that was enough to make a child cry, and her mouth was full of broken laughter, "Sure enough, what the seniors said is right...... This guy is not innocent whether he has done anything wrong or not!"

The letter in her hand slipped out of her hand for a moment of her stunned moment, and spread it out on the ground - get out of the way, let the real Europeans come!

The black and white letters were clearly printed and irrefutable, and in an instant, they caused tons of damage to the sub-admiral who often wandered between Europe and Africa.

This bastard...... It's almost dead and still doesn't stop?

Without it, it's just a few words, but what's the difference between this and 'I'm determined to be a turtle!'......

In just a few words, there is the same confidence that has not changed in the slightest, as if the person who does not know whether to go to hell or heaven is not himself......

"This guy...... Why bother" The black qi slowly converged, and there was an indescribable emotion on her face, "Isn't it good to be quietly accompanied by everyone you cherish?"

"What a wayward person..."

Typing his autograph on the mission handover form at the bottom, and handing it over to the unicorn, who had been standing stiffly all along, the Brest Town Guard got up and left his command room.

"I'll see you later, unicorn, I'll trouble you, I'll go out for a walk" After that, the person had already walked out of the door, leaving only the unicorn with a sluggish back.