Information State Transmigration.
Glorious was not surprised that Commander would choose this skill.
Through her conversations with other Ship Girls these past few days, she had learned many things, including the effects of various Commander skills. However, she felt that the situation of her port was different from that of other new Commanders.
She was not a newly constructed Ship Girls who needed to grow; her strength had almost reached its limit.
Compared to Information State Transmigration, another Commander skill called Synchronized Growth was clearly more suitable for the current Commander.
But emotionally speaking, Commander's choice was perhaps what she secretly hoped to see.
Commander could sometimes be a scoundrel, but he never disappointed anyone. Of course, no matter how much of a scoundrel Commander was, Glorious would always dispel the darkness in Commander's heart.
Seeing Commander finish his black tea, Glorious smiled and refilled Wang Yu's cup again. She casually picked up a dessert and tasted it in small bites.
She felt that the dessert tasted even better after sitting for a while. Seeing Commander's gaze, she elegantly responded with a lady-like smile.
“As for obtaining Commander experience, the simplest way is to sortie. Secondly, improving the Ship Girls' strength and Commander's own abilities can also yield Commander experience.” Wang Yu had seen posts where Commanders complained that learning cooking skills could also increase Commander experience.
Below, a large number of Commanders posted, saying that the original poster probably hadn't eaten Royal's secret Stargazy Pie. Otherwise, he would understand how important cooking skills were for a Commander.
The desserts Glorious made were delicious. But if Glorious really cooked a full meal, Wang Yu couldn't guarantee he could force himself to eat it.
According to Wang Yu's own understanding, whenever Commander did anything that conformed to Commander's behavior, he would receive positive feedback from the Commander System, in the form of increased Commander experience. He defined this as Commander's code of conduct!
As for the principle, he had seen too much black technology these days, so why bother with those?
The pinnacle of science is magic.
When he had a strong enough port and became the man at the pinnacle of the Azure Lane world, he would then take a good look at what kind of magic this was...
Just as Wang Yu and his Secretary Ship were exchanging information and fostering their relationship...
In the elaborately decorated room, the walls were covered with various insect specimens. On the table were several dinosaur fossil-shaped figurines, the Q-version fossils looking very cute. The desktop looked like it had just been meticulously cleaned, wiped spotless.
It was clearly a bedroom, but it looked more like an exhibition hall.
Shangri-La was lying on the bed, propped up on her arm, flipping through a thick photo album. The photos showed various Ship Girls, some solo shots and some group photos, with happy smiles on everyone's faces, as if time was frozen in those joyful moments.
In many photos, the same figure in a white navy uniform could be seen. The other Ship Girls in the photos were either intimate with him, or reserved, or pretending to be serious, trying to remain composed in front of the camera. But in every photo, he seemed to be the same, with that never-fading smile on his face and those warm and reassuring eyes...
Shangri-La flipped through the album, but the album was very thick, and she had already turned so many pages, yet she hadn't even gone through a third of the entire album.
She turned the pages carefully, as if rearranging those old times that had passed...
Shangri-La's gaze lingered on a group photo of herself for a long time. In the photo, her face was serious, as if she wasn't posing for a photo but giving a lecture on a podium.
The Ferris wheel in the background seemed to be spinning, and there were some children playing in the corner of the photo. The photo was taken very casually, as if on a whim, a random shot...
If she had smiled more back then, would the photo have turned out better? This thought suddenly arose in her mind.
Shangri-La suddenly lost interest in flipping through the album again, only feeling an emptiness in her heart...
She carefully closed the album and carefully put it into the cabinet by the bed. Then she rolled over and lay on her back on the bed, turning her head to look at the other girl standing in the room. The girl stood quietly in a corner of the room, silent as a statue, inconspicuous among a pile of specimens and fossils.
“You don't understand, do you, Essex?” Seeing Essex just lowering her head and not speaking as if sulking, Shangri-La had no choice but to speak to herself.
“After all, what they need to apply for is an A-class port. Such a high-spec port, even at headquarters, doesn't have many spare reserves, let alone here. So this is unavoidable, isn't it?”
“But it's still possible to apply for it, isn't it?” A simple sentence seemed to pierce Essex's heart, or rather, she was waiting for this sentence; that was her purpose. She could no longer hold back and spoke, her voice sounding like a plea, “As long as we are willing to apply, we can always get it. We've done so much over the years and haven't asked headquarters for anything. As long as we speak up...”
She stopped abruptly before finishing, Shangri-La's voice easily shattered her illusion.
Broken dreams are forgotten. She had already known this outcome, so the words of refutation easily took away all her strength.
“And then what? I don't mind him joining another branch. I'm sure he doesn't care either. Other branches wouldn't refuse such a powerful port joining, but then what?”
“Are we really just going to hand him over? How do you think headquarters will view this? How will other branches view it? Or how will other Commanders in our sector view it? Clearly having a suitable port but unwilling to hand it over, clearly the sector urgently needs more Commanders yet handing over one of our own.”
“But why there? I know there are several other ports that are also suitable, just slightly less so. With a little more modification, at most a bit more time. I can go explain to him, apologize to him, or plead with him.” Essex's voice sounded like a plea, like a desperate person grasping at the last straw. “Can't we just find another place? Is it really impossible?”
“But that's the most suitable place, and...” Shangri-La got up from the bed.
She stepped barefoot onto the luxurious floor. Although her voice still sounded as calm as ever, tears welled up in her eyes.
Tears blurred her vision, making even the familiar room appear indistinct. She stumbled to Essex and hugged her tightly, the two embracing as if holding onto their only reliance.
“Sister, we, we can't go back...”
