"This, this..." "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task and bring them all here!" Dido was in a stalemate with her for a moment, then sent a message to the head maid. After getting permission, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, thank you very much..." Seattle waved goodbye enthusiastically, then ran excitedly to the door of another new member and knocked. "Georgia, listen to me. You're invited to a tea party this afternoon. Have you bought new clothes? If you have extra, can you give me one?" Not long after, the door was opened from the inside. A battleship with a "V"-shaped decoration on his forehead stood with his arms folded in an extremely casual posture. It was obvious that he had quickly adapted to the new environment. "No, I'm still cleaning the room. And my size doesn't fit you, does it? By the way, what tea party?" "It's a royal tea party, and they said they hope to get to know each other better." Seattle looked at the tall woman in front of him, "Hmm...wait, I feel like there's something missing from you." Georgia raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What's missing?" "Let me think...ah, sunglasses! Why don't you go buy a pair of sunglasses? I think this simple and fashionable style is very suitable for you."
"Well... maybe next time. It would be bad to leave a strange impression on others. I prefer Coke to wine." Seattle laughed cheerfully, "Are you still thinking about the little expulsion who handed you red wine at noon? I can't help it, you really have that kind of temperament." "Stop being so funny." Georgia stretched and casually brushed her shoulder-length hair. "Do you have time? Help me decide whether to buy Pepsi or Coke, with or without sugar. I tried them all for a long time but got them all mixed up." Seattle shook his head hurriedly, "That won't work. I still have to help the maid to inform other families about the tea party and meet some people so that I can invite everyone to the next party." "Okay, go ahead. What time is the tea party?" "Three o'clock in the afternoon, the Royal Garden. The commander introduced it to us. It's not far. Don't be late." "I know. I am very punctual." "Haha, I'll save a seat for you!" "Hi~ Is that Beifeng?" The destroyer, who was clumsily making the bed, was startled, and the feathers on his head stood up straight, "When did you come?" "Just arrived? Can I come in?" Seattle glanced around the room. "Wow... you're really quick. I haven't had time to clean up yet." "Hmph~ Of course, after all, I am a super-Akizuki-class destroyer... Um, what do you want to talk to me about?" Seattle entered the room, stepped over the overturned futon, walked around the crooked tables and chairs, and stopped in front of Beifeng. "I'm here to invite you to a tea party. Are you free later?" Bei Feng obviously didn't expect to be invited just after joining. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on airs, "Um...tea party? Did you host it?" "No, it's held by the royal family at 3pm in that manor surrounded by carved ironwork." "Oh... can the little one go?" "Hmm? Who?" The north wind waved towards the window, and a fat pigeon wearing a sailor suit and a non-commissioned officer's cap fluttered over and landed on the table. "My good friend, can it go?"
Seattle has never seen such a big pigeon. It’s not just a visual error that things look bigger when they are close and smaller when they are far away. It’s a real big white pigeon, about the size of a grapefruit. "Uh... I heard that the royal family also has an owl, so it should be possible, but... why do you want to dress it in a sailor suit?" "Hmm? Because she's a girl too." The fat pigeon spread out its left wing, raised the brim of its hat, and puffed out its "pigeon breast", trying hard to stand upright. Seattle was very curious, but although she was cheerful, she knew her limits. She glanced at the author who had stopped updating and stood up to say goodbye. "Remember to go. There should be a lot of people. If you're late, there won't be any seats." "Well, I see." "Gascogne, are you there?" "Identification confirmation - Seattle, current instructions, standby." Seattle walked into the room and was surprised by the neat interior. "Wow... only half an hour? Did you clean up the room so quickly?" Gascoigne, who was sitting upright with his hands on his legs, said in a cold voice, "The instructions for tidying up the room have been completed and are awaiting inspection." Seattle: "Acceptance? Ah, does the commander have to come? But she seems to be in a meeting now?" Gascoigne tilted his head to look at her. "You stayed too long. It is determined that it does not fall into the category of 'greeting'. I will reply. May I ask what I can do for you?" The monotonous conversation did not discourage Seattle. Her enthusiasm did not diminish at all. "I am here to invite you to the afternoon tea party? At three o'clock, at the Royal Manor." Gascoigne: "Current instructions, standby, no relevant instructions have been received." "Do I have to call the commander?" Seattle took out his phone, unlocked it with a bit of unfamiliarity, and glanced at the only contact. "Well...it won't affect her meeting, right?" "Keyword search: Commander, meeting. According to the database, the meeting started at 1:30 . The current time is: 1:22 ." "Oh... so it hasn't started yet? Then I'll try... ah, Commander?" [Seattle sister? What happened?] Hearing the voice coming from the phone, Gascoigne immediately turned around with a very focused expression, as if he wanted to remember every word and even every sound in his mind. Seattle was stared at, but he was not nervous. He pressed the hands-free button and asked again: "Miss Hood is holding a tea party this afternoon and invites us to attend, but Gascogne seems to need your permission to go." [Ah... I told her that she can move freely after cleaning the room. ] Gascoigne explained sternly: “Free movement… cannot be analyzed into the specific actions represented by the directive.” [Drink? Then...then you can go to the tea party this afternoon and have some fun. I'll pick you up after I'm done here. Sister Seattle, can you please take care of her for a while?] "Command confirmed." Gascoigne stood up and looked towards Seattle, "We are ready to go at any time." Seattle pulled her to sit down again, and answered into the phone at the same time: "Of course no problem, Commander, you don't have to be so polite. Next time I invite you to play, you can't refuse me, okay?" [Yeah, then I'll go to the meeting first. Have fun. ] "Bye~" Seattle said, and then handed the phone to Gascoigne, "Don't you want to say something?"
"Situational Analysis - Goodbye, Master." [Okay, goodbye, Sister Gascogne.] Seattle hung up the phone. It was still early, so she said, "Take a rest first. I want to go out for a walk. Can I pick you up at 2:40?" "Semantic analysis, standby." "Well, okay, then I'll go ahead... Um? Ah, may I ask who you are...?" The legendary pirate passing by the door glanced at Seattle and said, "Jean Bart." The light cruiser was very happy to meet a new friend and immediately stepped forward to shake his hand. "I'm Seattle, nice to meet you. Are you from the Vichy Church? Are you free this afternoon? Why don't we have a tea party together? The commander will be here soon." "... Tsk, alright." "Well, what's the deal? I'm going out for a walk. See you this afternoon~" "...Um." "...Dido." "Eh? Ah, yes!" Hood took a sip of tea and looked around. Several round tables were crowded with people. "I don't remember inviting so many people..." Dido panicked and was about to speak when she heard Seattle at the next table raise his porcelain teacup. “Thank you for your welcome. There will be many similar activities in the future. Please give us your advice~” The girls: “Oh—— Hood wiped the corners of his lips elegantly, "...This is the tea party I hosted, right?" Guanghui laughed beside him, "Isn't this good?" PS: Tomorrow my relatives and I will take turns driving out of town, so I might have to wait. And because I am involved in a new job, the updates next month might not be very stable. Mainly because I don’t know the nature of the job, so I will tell you the worst possible scenario first. If you find that you have plenty of time, then there will be no problem. No running!! The current situation is this: the new job generally works from 9 am to 10 pm, with the specific time periods fluctuating slightly. During this time, except for eating, I am basically outdoors. Normally I should be able to write a chapter if I get up at seven in the morning, but since I'm new to it, there are many things for me to learn, and my master is not the kind of Buddhist person who likes to urge me to do more, so I don't have time to write. I finished work at 11 o'clock last night, and started to work slowly after writing a thousand words. When I woke up this morning and read through the content, I realized that I had written it too early. It should have been written after three or four chapters. Once the work gets on track, I will probably be able to update twice a day. However, there will be a serious break in the first few days, so I can only write a little bit in my time. I am really sorry, but I will try my best. (The main reason is that I can’t learn how to cultivate immortality. I tend to be absent-minded the next day. Moreover, the environment is not very good, and the quality of sleep cannot be guaranteed. I need to adapt for a while. I haven’t run away yet. I will work hard!) Chapter 1012 Yubari's New Invention! It was another morning, the sun was shining brightly, the breeze was warm, and there were occasional laughs coming from the harbor, it was a peaceful scene. The sparrows looked around on the branches. The tree was stable, with lush branches and leaves, and no natural enemies. They were very satisfied with the environment here.
Until the deafening roar suddenly sounded. "BOOM——!!!" The huge vibration made the Javelin, who was holding a piece of toast in his mouth, stagger. His teeth pressed together, and the burnt breakfast with a piece of toast in its mouth fell to the ground. "Wow—the three-second rule!" Z23 watched as Javelin picked up the bread and was about to stuff it into his mouth, and helplessly raised his hand to stop him, "The moment it fell to the ground, it was already covered with dust and bacteria. It took less than three seconds." "Ah... Nimi-chan, you're just too serious sometimes." Javelin casually patted the surface and took a bite, "You know, the heroines are all frugal children... um, sand." "...Forget it, I'll give you half and you can eat mine." "Hehe... I knew you would give it to me, thank you Nimi-chan~" Z23 shook her head to indicate that it was welcome, and turned to look in the direction of the roar. "...Is Dr. Yubari trying to make a new invention again?" "Who knows? They are so smart. I can never guess what the result will be." Javelin took a sip of Z23's milk box, "Hmm? Why doesn't it taste like Sister Ye?" "...I'm sorry to compete with the commander." "Eh? I remember the Commander has been quite busy lately. If you want to drink, you drink mostly tea and coffee, right? Why is there such a great demand for milk?" Z23 didn't quite understand, "Maybe... I want to grow taller?" Javelin puffed out his chest with full energy, "Nimi-chan, think about it again?" "Don't make trouble, the first period is your class." "Eh?! I forgot! Let's go!" "I really don't want to drink milk... Why did I replace all my boiled water with this recently? Does Rye have any objection?" The maid held a bottle of milk in each hand and explained expressionlessly, "You shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself." Su Xin was paralyzed as she signed and protested, "Me? What...did I do something?" "You caused an innocent girl to become a mother, but you used work as an excuse to evade responsibility. Are you planning to deny your debt now, my master?" The young commander was stunned. "Didn't the observer just start preparing for pregnancy? Besides, she is asexually reproducing, right? And what does this have to do with milk?" "Yes, Miss Purifier said...said..." Dido, standing in the corner with a red face, answered timidly, "She needs you to stay with her, and she also said that she...she likes peach-flavored milk..." "What kind of folk remedy is this? Will drinking milk make you smell like milk? It's not even covering the body odor but blending it!" Befa smiled softly, "Commander, the term 'body odor' may not be suitable for you." Sheffield then added: "Although it is a folk remedy, it is said to be very effective. After all, it has been verified that the taste of pineapple changes after eating it. By the same token, - "How can I get empathy?" Su Xin quickly signed the last sheet of the first pile of documents, stopped and looked at Tiancheng who was checking the letter, "Secretary Ship, can you also say a few words for me..." Tiancheng: "Hmm..." Su Xin: "Hmm?"
Tiancheng: "The one who is pregnant is the greatest." Su Xin: Z(°°)?! Seeing this, Sheffield came closer, clutching two bottles of milky white milk, as if he was going to take charge and force his way forward. The little commander, who has been drinking milk for several days, can't stand it anymore. Although it tastes good, it's not the right way to drink it. Besides, mixing drinks is a technical job, and Rye must be tired. Su Xin, who didn't want to add to the workload of the bathhouse workers, frowned and retreated, shrinking into the office chair with her back pressed against the seat.