The glow of the incandescent lamps dispelled the darkness brought by the night, illuminating the spacious Admiral's office as if it were day. Outside the thick curtains, the whistling of the cold wind could be heard passing through the windows.

Shang Rin stared wistfully at the things on his solid wood desk—compressed biscuits, instant noodles, canned fish, miscellaneous snacks.

After getting the answer that Mrs. Lie couldn't cook, he had to make the difficult choice of continuing to eat the food that made him want to vomit at the sight of it. The only thing he could do now was to pick one of these nausea-making foods that was less difficult to swallow to fill his stomach.

Shang Rafter would like to have the Mad Three faction come back for a time clone now, but that would be a bit overkill. After all, in addition to leaving a shadow similar to spatial coordinates in the imperial capital, the third madman also has to leave the time clone in the imperial capital and be responsible for establishing a primary communication organization for the boss. This was planned for a long time. Every time you use shadow space teleportation, you have to consume time according to the distance.,In order to eat a meal for yourself, you can't consume your own sister's lifespan.,Even if that girl can devour other people's time to replenish her own time.,Isn't the time that is swallowed up her time?

"Unfortunately~"

After lamenting in the bitter tone of a certain girl's hand, Shang Rafter finally reached for a vacuum-packed chicken leg in the snack pile.

"Lord Admiral?"

Just as the rafter tore open the vacuum packaging bag and was about to stuff the cold and hard braised chicken thighs into his mouth, the utopian who quietly half-pushed open the office door poked his little head and shouted tentatively.

"It's a fantasy, huh? Are you running out of supplies? ”

Casually put the chicken leg back into the vacuum bag, Shang Rafter took a paper towel and wiped his greasy hands.

To tell the truth, the rafters are sometimes very envious of the ship girls, their food is never tired of eating fuel, steel ingots, aluminum flakes, in terms of food choice, these beautiful girls are not picky at all, much better than human girls. At least he won't be like him, after eating dry food for a period of time or something, and then eating hot cooked food, he will no longer be able to accept the previous food.

"I'm done with my dreams."

After confirming that his admiral was still in the office, he happily opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the various human rations on the desk, he asked his admiral curiously, "Hasn't the Admiral started to replenish yet?" ”

"Since the supplies are over, hurry up and go back to the dormitory to go to bed early, you haven't had a good rest since you came back from the expedition."

Without correcting the misuse of the word "supply" in Utopia's mouth on him as a human, Shang Rafter lovingly reached out and stroked Utopia's long, smooth white hair. Compared with usual, the long white hair like snow in the fantasy is obviously more or less lustrous than before because of the busyness of the day and night (fake fall).

"I want to find the Admiral, but there is something very important!"

Comfortably narrowed her beautiful big eyes with golden pupils, and she didn't forget the purpose of her coming to the Admiral.

The most important thing? Haven't all the important things been done? What's wrong with today? Isn't it? Everything that can be unloaded with fuel can be unloaded, and the North House, which ran away from home, came back by himself because he was hungry, and even the Assault Freedom Gundam was in Mrs. Lie, and in the half hour when they used the carrier-based plane to find the North House, the four little Loli of the six-wheel drive moved to the dismantling factory to wait for the work ship to arrive, and the things to be done today are all done, what else can happen? Isn't it just washing and sleeping?

Gently stroking the hand above the head of the fantasy for a slight pause, the merchant rafter thought for a long time and didn't think what the very important thing the fantasy said was and he was confused.

Looking at the dazed look on her own admiral's face, she guessed that her admiral had forgotten something very important.

"Uh......h Is the Admiral trying to cheat? I said I was going to help me rub my back! ”

So, Fantasy puffed up his face and hugged Shang Rafter's arm and began to be coquettish: "Last time, when Fantasy first came to the town guard mansion, Lord Admiral said that he wanted to help Fantasy wipe his back, does Lord Admiral want to regret it again this time?" ”

"Hiss~"

Colored Lori, who was fantasized about the historical prototype of this super destroyer (the hull is about the size of a light cruiser), rubbed it against the pair of white rabbits on her chest, which were far more than the six wheel drive and a certain head hammer mad demon horse monkey shochu with a little white rabbit, couldn't help but gasp. You must know that every room in the town guard mansion will magically adjust the temperature automatically, he usually wears a plush white warm shirt and a black military uniform......

However, the budding flower bones of the fantasy are definitely not as good as the terrible milk (horse) riana trench of the harbor big sister, so the business rafters will not be fascinated by the lust and soul to ignore the fantasy words.

Because of this, he was even more at a loss. I remembered that I had said I was going to give you a bath during the day, but ...... Did I ever say such a gentlemanly thing when I first came to the town guard mansion like you, a French little loli? I wasn't impressed at all! And what the hell is this inexplicable headache?!

It's over! I accidentally leaked that incident! It's dead! It must have been thrown to the decomposition factory by Bismarck's predecessors and Tirpitz predecessors and dismembered, right?! Sure, right?!

Compared to Shang Rafter, who had a slight headache, he was obviously even more panicked when he suddenly realized that he had accidentally said some utopian fantasies about the Admiral's top secret matters.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? ”

patting his head with labor pains, Shang Rafter found that the fantasy had changed from his previous coquettish appearance at this moment, and his eyes were stiff with tears in his eyes, just like the poor little monster who was immobilized by Brother Monkey in "Journey to the West".

Not really, right? Didn't I forget some important (gentleman) things about "there is a book here" and "the Holy Light Lord is haunted here" because of Mrs. Lie's previous words, and there is no need to make a posture of crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself, right? When someone who doesn't know sees it, I can't think that I did something to you, this little girl, who is angry with the gods, and I plan not to admit it. How big is it? Isn't it just to take a bath and take a legendary mandarin duck bath while experimenting on how to build a small boat?

Ahem, you guys didn't see anything......

"I'm sorry! Admiral, please forget what you just said! Fantasy has never been to the Admiral's office just now, and the Admiral has never seen Utopia! ”

I didn't want to be decomposed, and I didn't want to forget the utopian of my own admiral, so I took a step back in a panic, and directly denied everything that had just happened and turned around and ran.