In the early morning, the sun was rising, and birds were singing in the gardens of the Doge's Palace. Remind people that a new day has begun. At this time, outside Carl and Missouri's room, the African governor was sneaking towards the door.

"Master? How are you? The chief maid who had risen early looked at the sneaky appearance of her own governor, walked over softly, patted the governor on the shoulder, and asked suspiciously.

"Whew, it's prestige, scare me!" The African governor jumped to his feet at the slap of prestige. Then he scratched his head: "Hey, hey, don't I want to hear what's going on inside?" After all, many budding newcomers took advantage of the high intimacy of the first ship girl after the blood test. . . I understand it. ”

Prestige felt that the smile of her own governor was getting more and more obscene, and she glanced at the African governor angrily and reminded: "Master, I want to remind you. The rooms at the Doge's Palace are designed by master architects and are world-class in style and soundproofing. "Prestige deliberately accentuated the soundproofing of the words.

“。。。 Why didn't you say it earlier! The African governor complained.

"Papa" was complaining about the prestige of the African governor when the door in front of the two opened. His eyes were bloodshot and he had faint dark circles on his face. Karl, who seemed to have not slept all night, appeared in front of the African governor and prestige.

"Hah! Young people, you need moderation! Be careful of sudden death after a night! The African governor laughed at Karl unscrupulously, but the prestige behind him did not mean to laugh with his own governor.

"Mr. Karl? Why do you look like you haven't slept all night? Is it a guest room problem at the Doge's Palace? I'm really derelict in my duty as the head maid! Wait a minute, I'll get you a new room! Seeing Carl's haggard face, Prestige felt that it was a problem with the Governor's Palace's room, and hurriedly apologized while preparing to arrange another room for Carl.

"No, I remembered something in the middle of the night. Is there a place for external communication? Karl looked wearily at the African governor and prestige in front of him. He now only wanted to send his guess to the Imperial Military Department, even if he couldn't get in touch. But as long as the body recorder records the efforts you make, then you can not be punished by military discipline. (Imperial Military Law: Those who don't report it, kill!) ）

"Yes, there is a communication room in the Governor's Palace, so I'll let Prestige take you there. By the way, where's your ship's mother? The African Governor saw Carl walking alone behind Prestige to the communications room, not Missouri, who was supposed to be following his Admiral. Asked suspiciously.

"She seems to be a little tired and is still sleeping in bed."

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In the communications room, Karl, with the help of Prestige, connects the contact device taken from the escape pod to the radio station at the Doge's Palace, and begins his own efforts.

Using the contact code of the escort fleet, Carl began to call the academy side. "Students call the academy headquarters, please answer if you receive it! Students call the academy headquarters, please answer if you receive it! ”

“。。。” There was silence in the liaison.

Carl changed to his contact code from the family fleet. "The rookie calls the old bird, please answer when you receive it! Rookie calls the old bird, please answer when you receive it! ”

“。。。” There was still silence in the liaison.

"Rookie calls... Trainees call... As Carl kept changing his contact ID again and again, there was still silence in the contact. After several calls to no avail, Karl's mood gradually began to become more and more excited.

"Reply! Why don't you answer me! Why! Why... How about replying? Please, reply. Okay? Carl burst into tears and roared at the liaison.

Carl's spirit was on the verge of a breakdown, and if it weren't for the last shred of his sanity as a soldier who kept reminding him that the subspace communication tower developed by the Sisterhood was infallible, Carl would have had a mental breakdown like those sacrifices captured by the Blood Raider Pirates.

After countless attempts, Carl was exhausted. Sweat trickled down his pale cheeks, wetting his valuable shirt. He muttered to himself, "No way, there must be something to forget." The Sorority's technology proved to be at the top of the list when it came to communications, and it couldn't have been such a huge flaw! ”

Seeing this, the African governor who had arrived early after receiving the report from the ship's mother in the communication room and the prestige looked at each other, and they felt that Karl's physical condition and spirit had reached the limit. If he didn't interrupt him, maybe this man would be as insane as the admirals they had seen who had collapsed after the sinking of their own ship.

So the African governor spoke; "Carl, you need to take a shower now, get some good sleep, and do these things when you wake up. All right? ”

"I have to get in touch! Whoever you want! ”

"No! You're in a dangerous state right now! You're going to go crazy in this way! ”

"You go away! Let me get in touch! ”

The African Governor stepped forward to get Carl out of the liaison, but Karl was unwilling. The two of them tugged around the liaison. Just as Prestige was about to step forward to separate the two, a voice came: "Zizi... Zizizi... This is Emma. Multiply. Royal Navy. Zizi. Command Academy, received. Zizi. Please answer ... Repeat.. Here it is ... ”

Karl paused for a moment in the tug, then let go of the African governor and turned to the liaison and replied excitedly: "This is Rear Admiral Emma, cadet Carl Heinrich Tashmongon." I've received a signal from the Academy! I've received a signal from the Academy! ”

"Understood. . . Zizi. Confirm the trainees. Cal.. Tashmungon. Not killed. Please report to you. Location.. Target.. Coordinate. Imperial Navy. It will be. Go to the rescue. Repeat.. "The signal wasn't great, there was a lot of noise, but we finally got in touch with the Empire.

"My coordinates are numbered J1000034 wormhole, and the planet is unknown. Before the rescue comes, please receive important information from the academy! The intelligence level is black! Start transferring now! Carl was happy to be in touch with the Empire, but then he remembered that it was now a matter of life. Hurry up and transmit the information in your hand through the subspace communication tower. Although the signal is not good, how much can be transmitted. As for what is missing, it can only be deduced by a group of high-achieving staff officers who graduated from military academies in the military department.

As the progress bar grew, Carl's heart gradually returned to his stomach. After the transfer was completed, the Imperial side replied to Carl: "Cadet Carl. Zizi. Please make an effort. Multiply.. Survive. Zizi. Imperial.. Will do our best to rescue! May God... Multiply.. Bless you! ”

After receiving the news, Karl's eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.