On this day, the sun is still shining in Paris, and the shipwives walk the streets carefree. This is the fifth day of the alliance meeting, and the final resolution has not yet come out, and there has not even been any news in the past five days, and all the participating shipwives are tight-lipped. However, this does not seem to have anything to do with the other Lady of the Flanncies, some of whom are too weak to work hard to earn what little resources they have to make ends meet, while others are squandering their earnings on patrols.

"You can taste this!" Sukhbaatar and all her friends in Francis are doing the most important thing in an unknown corner of Paris. She carefully took the fruit handed over by the Varyag elves and brought it to the lips of fantasy.

Fantasy licked it with his little tongue, and the slightly salty question spread from the tip of his tongue, and the things in his little supply hand slowly squirmed, making Fantasy feel hairy.

"It's cool to lick." As she spoke, she shoved something into her mouth, and milky juice came out of her mouth, and she chewed it carefully, and then quickly changed her complexion.

"It's not delicious!" Utopia gives such an assessment.

"Well, that's not suitable." The little supply nodded, and came up with this answer.

"Come on, everyone! Keep digging! Varyag commanded her elves, but they didn't listen to her.

"Look at what! Go on! Dig up good stuff and get a big reward! The little supply said loudly, and the elves moved when they heard the news.

"Look! Varyag! I said be tough! How do you raise elves like this! She said to Varyag, who was doubting herself. On the afternoon of the day when the elves came to play in Varyag looking for a small supply, they were taken fishing by the small supply that lacked bait because of GALO's absence.

"What if they defect?" Varyag still cherishes her elves very much, and she is bent on cultivating the legendary heroic pilot.

"What's the difference between them and defecting!" The little supply said, taking another achievement from the elf and handing it to the fantasy.

"It's not delicious!" As soon as the fantasy was entered, such an evaluation was given.

"Keep digging!" The little supply commanded.

"Supply sauce...... That's not good......" Xiao Luo looked at the fantasy worriedly, "The fantasy has been eaten all morning. ”

"How can a bait that is not even delicious to think can be considered a qualified bait!" The little supply was stuck in his waist and said as a matter of course.

"Supply sauce! Didn't you say there was something delicious! It's so unpalatable! "Fantasy finally remembered to express his dissatisfaction.

"It's not like I haven't found it." "There must be something delicious here." ”

She pointed to the clearing, one of the many inconspicuous spaces in Paris, facing the sea in an unobstructed view. Every morning, when the sun rises above sea level, this is the first place to be blessed by the sun, and the constant impact of the sea water all year round brings the gift of the sea here, countless nutrients are watered here, the golden sea sand locks the sun and nutrients firmly, tens of thousands of creatures live on it, here, you will definitely find the best bait in Paris.

"Trust my eyes!" The little supply said confidently.

"That's really exciting!" Fantasy took over another creature of unknown kind, it seemed to be a shell, but it had four legs, and its white flesh whiskers poked and shrank, as if it was probing the situation outside, and Fantasy ate it in one bite.

"This one doesn't taste good, either!" The smell of sand with was very uncomfortable for Fantasy, and it reminded her of the horrible vegetable salad.

"Don't be lazy! Keep digging! The elf who was doing the most drudgery was the one who jumped the most in front of the little supply that day, and she taught it a good lesson, and for most of that afternoon, the elf who was good at flying planes through the Grand Canyon was soaked in the sea by the little supply.

"Chirp!" The elf finally got tired of it and ran into Varyag's hat.

"You come out for me!" Small supplies rushed up.

"Chirp!"

"You provoked me!"

"Supply sauce, don't do that." The Varyag protects his elves.

"Chirp!"

"Supply sauce!!"

Little Supply was about to say something, but a lovely voice in the distance was calling out her name.

"I'm back!"

Before the little supply could fully turn around, Eugen pounced on her.

"Eugen? Eugen! ”

"Uh-huh!

"You're back!"

"I'm back!"

"You're back!!"

"I'm back!!"

"Great!" The little supply lay on Eugen's body, rubbing desperately.

"They didn't embarrass you, did they!" Little Supply looked at Eugen, who had been worried about Eugen for the past few days.

"War-weary seniors were very good to me." Eugen smiled sweetly.

"Miss Sukhbaatar is really hard to find." Only then did the little supply see the prestige standing next to Eugen.

"Prestige? Why are you here too? "The little supply is very surprising, because the prestige is always inseparable from the war-weariness, but the war-weariness is not here at this time," the alliance meeting is over? ”

"Yes, Miss Sukhbaatar." Prestige replied, "Miss Eugen has been corrected, and she will be protected by the Ship Girl Alliance as a special shipgirl." ”

"Really?" The little supply was very happy, and Eugen was very shy.

"Great!" If Eugen is identified as a ship mother, he can always play with her.

"Miss Sukhbaatar." Prestige continued, "The Ship Girl Alliance also passed a resolution against you. ”

"Huh? I? The little supply looked confused.

"For the special ship Niang 001 Sukhbaatar, the Ship Niang Alliance has decided to send me, Ingilia Prestige, to protect Suvie Evaryanag and train in Farlance, so as to have the strength to join the special fleet as soon as possible and fight for Els."

"What does this have to do with me!" The little supply was immediately unhappy.

"You are the registered ship's mother, Miss Sukhbaatar, and you should accept the arrangement of the ship's mother's alliance." When Little Supply entered Francis, he did go through the back door through GALO and put himself, Eugen, and Luo into the Els database.

"I'm a supply ship, alas! How to go to war! ”

"But Miss Nelson has been patrolling the waters of Ingilia and Amerika, aren't you looking for her, you can't find Miss Nelson without going to war."

"She can't never come back to resupply!" The little supply immediately retorted.

"It turns out that Miss Sukhbaatar is a person who only cares about herself, but I heard that you once made a promise......" Prestige looked at Radi, who was teasing the elves with Varyag.

"I do what I say!" The little supply immediately denied it, and continued, "But I'm a supply ship! How can there be a supply ship to train on the battlefield! ”

"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Sukhbaatar." "The database has been updated, and through your own storytelling, your class has been changed to Star Destroyer. ”

"Huh?"

"This is your own argument in Saint-Michel, and after many verifications and expert discussions, the Ship Niang Alliance feels that this profession is very true." Prestige smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of profession the Star Destroyer is, but I think it can go to war, you say yes, Miss Sukhbaatar." ”