Elder brother's garrison

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"Oh, I see. So, about the zodiac signs..."

"noob."

"Ok?"

"...Now I need to focus entirely on my work. So, could we discuss the astrology issue properly when I have some time to rest?"

Lexington suddenly struck a strongman pose, full of fighting spirit, and asked Little White for his opinion.

Xiao Bai was taken aback: "Ah... um, of course."

"Ok!"

Upon hearing this, Lexington immediately slumped onto the table, picked up a pen, and began working diligently on the secondhand documents in front of her.

—We absolutely cannot let Xiaobai hold us back.

—Absolutely not!

With this sense of crisis in mind, Lexington wrote with great speed and determination, giving it his all.

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to fulfilling her duties as the secretary ship.

At this moment, Xiaobai paused slightly, turned his head with a hint of worry, and looked at Lexington.

Xiaobai wasn't quite sure what she had said that might have upset Lexington, to the point that she didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Lexington used to be very willing to chat with me...

Looking at Lexington, Xiaobai felt a slight pang of hurt.

Chapter 917 The Strange Naval Base

It has been five days since CV16 was brought back to the naval base by Bismarck and the others and joined the world's number one super naval base.

In these five days, cv16 integrated into the newbie naval base's ship girl circle without any obstacles, settled down smoothly, had a fairly large home, and even unexpectedly gained a group of older sisters with whom she got along inexplicably well.

On this day, cv16 was sitting at her desk at home, quietly organizing the comic drafts in her hands.

There were many drafts on the table, thick and piled up haphazardly.

The table was piled high with comic book pages, haphazardly stacked together, forming a round bulge. At first glance, it looked to be at least three or four hundred pages.

These were all drawn by Deepsea Tirpitz during the second chapter, when his inspiration would occasionally falter.

cv16 quietly flipped through the drafts, carefully selecting and observing each page. She pulled the messy comic drafts out of the valley one by one, arranged them in sequence, and finally labeled them with small serial numbers in one corner before neatly placing them on the other side.

Deepsea Tirpitz, an artist for the resurrected second-generation manga group, has an extremely laid-back work style.

Talented artists like Deepsea Tirpitz don't seem to have the habit of properly preserving their manga drafts. Whenever she's bursting with inspiration, she quickly finishes a page and then casually tosses the completed draft onto her bedside table, letting it pile up.

As time went on, the number of manga drafts increased dramatically every day. In addition, Tirpitz from the Deep Sea would occasionally flip through them and pick out a few pages of drafts that he hadn't done well to redraw. As a result, when he left the second chapter and arrived at the newbie naval base, the order of those drafts had become a complete mess.

Therefore, as the core planner of the second-generation comic group, cv16 has been shouldering the task of cleaning up the mess left by the carefree deep-sea artist who doesn't properly organize the comic drafts these days.

The rustling sound of papers turning over rang out from cv16's fingertips. As cv16 moved a little slower, a strand of soft, long white hair fell from her shoulder onto the table as she moved back and forth.

CV16's hair color is the same as Lexington's at the naval base, so it is not white.

That hair belongs to CV16's older sister.

Behind cv16, Essex, like a spirit, quietly put her arm around cv16's shoulder, following her gaze wherever cv16 looked.

Essex's head rested on cv16's shoulder, her long, flowing white hair cascading down her body, cascading down her shoulders and into her body.

Essex has been in this combined state for a whole morning.

When cv16 first met Essex, she was so impressed by Essex's expressionless face that she thought she was a withdrawn older sister.

However, in their subsequent interactions, Essex's behavior was completely contrary to the word "isolated".

Essex seems to really like CV16. Whether at home or out, she always likes to stick to CV16 like this. Throughout the day, she's either wrapped around CV16's waist, pressed against CV16's shoulder, or stacked on CV16's head like a nesting doll, making CV16 have to support the weight of an extra girl these past few days.

cv16 initially thought Essex wanted something from her, so she expressed her doubts about Essex sticking to her. However, Essex did not respond to cv16's questions.

She seems to simply want to stick close to cv16, which is why she stays by cv16's side all the time.

Five days passed, and cv16 gradually got used to the fact that she always had a quiet, expressionless older sister hanging around her.

The rustling sound kept echoing at the fingertips of cv16.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open.

Dressed in a maid outfit, Yamato Fukami walked in from outside carrying a bucket and cleaning tools, her eyes immediately falling on cv16 and Essex.

"Yo, I'm here." Yamato Akagi seemed to be quite familiar with Essex, waving at her.

Essex, who was hanging on CV16 like a pendant, turned her head slightly, looked at the door, and then nodded slightly.

"Same as usual today?" Yamato Akami asked, hands on her hips, as she looked into the room.

When asking the question, Yamato Aqua did not look at Essex or CV16, but instead focused its gaze on the bald eagle hanging upside down on the clothesline by the door with its eyes closed.

The bald eagle had been quietly hanging on the clothesline before the deep-sea eagle entered, like a doll.

In response to Yamato's question, the bald eagle suddenly opened its eyes, flapped its wings and flew to the top of the clothesline, giving Yamato a very human-like expression.

"I'm a little late today," he said, then spoke in a human voice.

When cv16 first saw the bald eagle, he was amazed by this talking animal.

—You might not believe it, but this talking bald eagle is part of the Essex ship's rigging.

"Xiao Bai is back. We spent some time chatting."

"Oh, the Admiral's back? Essex! Essex, did you hear that?! The Admiral's back! She brought you a little sister this time. Do you want to go to the office later to thank her? If you do, remember to call me ten minutes in advance so I can make an appointment for you. Try to go a little later; I'm still taking my beauty sleep right now, but you can go earlier if you want, since the Admiral's office will probably be packed with ship girls soon, hehehehe—" The bald eagle turned its head towards Essex, spewing out a whole bunch of words, before finally turning to Abyssal Yamato during a lull in the conversation, "Just some routine cleaning, please."

Deep Sea Yamato seemed to be used to Bald Eagle's chatter. She picked up the bucket and went into the bathroom. A moment later, she came out of the bathroom with a broom and bent down to start cleaning seriously.

As Yamato Shinkai busied himself with his work, in just half an hour, the floors and furniture in his Essex home quickly became sparkling, as if covered in a layer of stars. Yamato Shinkai put down his cleaning tools and even sprayed air freshener into the air for a while.

Finally, Yamato took out a specially made feather duster and walked up to the bald eagle.

The bald eagle obediently spread its wings, and Ren Shenhai, looking completely blissful, gently brushed its feathers with a feather duster until all its feathers were smooth and glossy.

"I'm sorry to trouble you all the time. Essex can't do housework, and if the house is always dirty, my handsome feathers will get dirty too."

"It's okay, it counts as overtime anyway, that old woman will pay me back," Yamato Akami said nonchalantly. "Thanks for calling me out."

"You've gotten used to it after a few tries, huh, huh, huh—" The eagle flapped its wings, looking quite pleased.

"Hmph, who wants to be familiar with ship girls?"

Deep Sea Yamato muttered something under his breath, but his hands remained incredibly nimble.

After giving the bald eagle a thorough cleaning, Deep Sea Yamato nonchalantly put away the feather duster, took out a comb, and walked behind Essex.

Essex released the cv16 and straightened his back.

Yamato reached out and took a strand of hair from Essex's shoulder, gently combing it with a comb.

"Have you used the shampoo I recommended before?" Yamato Fukami asked.

Essex nodded quietly.

"Hmm, no wonder. The original one was a cooling type, which was good for thick hair like yours in the summer, but the weather has turned cooler recently, so there's no need to use that one anymore."

"..."

"Hmm? You want me to pick out another one for you? Ugh, why should I pick out daily necessities for a ship girl? Seriously, just use what you used to use. You haven't forgotten the brand, have you? If you have, go check your bedroom drawer. I put the old bottle there."

"..."

Essex quietly cooperated with Yamato's movements, letting Yamato comb her long hair with a wooden comb, calmly performing hair care.

You probably won't see such a peaceful scene anywhere else in the world.

cv16 became interested and finally stopped what she was doing, looking at Essex and Deep Sea Yamato for a while.

After finishing the treatment, Yamato put away the conditioner and comb, and gently nudged Essex's shoulder.

Essex, using the force of Deep Sea Yamato, clung back to CV16 and let out a small breath.

The white hair splashed onto cv16's body again, and cv felt a softer touch and a special fragrance wafting towards her.

"Hmph, as expected of me." Yamato Akami put his hands on his hips and looked at Essex lying on top of CV16 with a satisfied expression, and proudly raised his chin and said.

"Thank you for your help all this time, madam. Would you like to have a meal later, and then go find the Admiral together?" Bald Eagle invited Deep Sea Yamato.

"No, this is the last one for today. I have to go out again later."

"Going out? Leaving the naval base? Where to?"

"Hmph, there's a store in the city that's offering 40% off game discs today, I'm buying them all!"

"What's so fun about games anyway?"

"I'm sorry, I can't explain this to you, since you can't play games with me."

Shenhai Yamato looked very happy. After tidying up her cleaning tools, she skipped and hopped out the door with the joy of leaving get off work.

The bald eagle stretched out its wings in the direction the deep-sea eagle had left, and bowed: "Looking forward to meeting you again, beautiful lady."

Yamato's footsteps faded away down the corridor.

"...Is she an Abyssal Fleet?" After Abyssal Yamato disappeared outside the door, CV16 spoke to Essex, a rare occurrence for her.

Essex nodded.

"Can I leave the naval base at will?" cv16 asked.

Essex nodded again.

cv16 thought for a while, sat up straight, and continued to organize the comic book manuscript in her hands.

Even though she was instilled with the concept that the deep sea and human ship girls were absolutely irreconcilable enemies when she stepped out of the construction device, and that they were two species that would fight to the death for the sake of humanity and peace.

As a result, in this naval base, I not only met the Deep Sea Dean who could draw, but also the maid Deep Sea who would help clean the rooms and give hair care to the eagles and ship girls. The Deep Sea ship was not as cruel and ruthless as others had told me, but rather... very interesting and kind.

Even deep-sea amphibious ships can use their ship equipment inside the naval base...

Ship girls and deep-sea amphibious ships... can actually get along so harmoniously.

cv16 tidies up the comic book manuscript in her hands.

Suddenly, he stopped.

She looked down at the comic book manuscript in her hand.

On the manuscript, ship girls and deep-sea ships surrounded the admiral, holding hands. The sky was cloudless, the sea was calm, and several fish were roasting over a campfire. Through the comic, one could almost hear the sizzling sound of the fish skin as it cooked. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt.

cv16 stared at the corner of the manuscript paper where the word "end" was written, looked at it for a long time, and finally revealed a rare, faint smile.

—What a strange naval base.

Chapter 918 Back then, those six girls tied me to a tree and beat me.

As the habitat of deep-sea vessels, the ocean, a vast territory, has been roughly divided into three categories by humans out of a desire for good fortune and to avoid misfortune.

Those are the deep-sea disaster zones, dangerous waters, and safe waters.

The so-called deep-sea disaster zone refers to the ocean where resentment is strong, which can give birth to countless deep-sea vessels.

In the disaster-stricken areas of the deep sea, once the number of deep-sea amphibious ships reaches a certain peak, they will automatically assemble into an army. Surrounded by a large number of deep-sea forces, the resentment of the deep sea will give rise to the Deep Sea Dean. Once the Deep Sea Dean is formed, he will lead the deep-sea army to invade the surrounding sea areas and cause harm to the surrounding human territories.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, humanity categorized and prioritized the most severely affected areas in the deep sea. Defensive fortresses were established in several of these areas near human territory, and a large number of admirals were assembled there. The number of deep-sea ships in these areas was periodically reduced, and these ships were used to provide resources to the human world, offering appropriately challenging training opportunities for the ship girls.

This is the origin of the chapter sea area.

A safe sea area is a sea area with almost no deep-sea disturbances that can be safely used and developed by humans.

Dangerous sea areas are where the resentment of the deep sea is concentrated, and they happen to be located between the most dangerous deep-sea areas and safe sea areas.

That is, the sea area where the admirals are usually stationed and guarded.

Based on the dynamic balance of weak admirals protecting weak seas and strong admirals protecting strong seas, humanity enjoyed five hundred years of peace after the break in the lineage.

The dangerous sea area where the newbie garrison was stationed has now been cleared and transformed into a vast, azure sea, just like a safe area.

On the azure sea, the sound of water parting grows louder as it approaches.

Two snow-white waves spread out slowly in a figure-eight shape. Between the waves, a group of ship girls stepped on the white water and continued to move towards the newbie naval base.

—This is a fleet formation heading to the newbie naval base for training exercises.

Since the start of the Autumn Deep Sea event, with the rise of newbie naval bases, the news of the world's number one officially emerging has been spreading at an alarming rate among admirals. The news that the Sea King, who was addicted to newspapers, has come back to life has made countless veteran admirals, who have suffered greatly from his past misdeeds, turn pale at the mere mention of it.