Elder brother's garrison

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Pachina didn't care at all when she saw that the seat next to Xiaobai had been taken. She casually sat down on the other side of Fubuki.

Pachina's natural ease and familiarity make it impossible to imagine that she is a deep-sea dean imprisoned by Xiaobai and her friends.

A short while later, the cleaned-up Roma walked in and quickly found where Xiaobai and his group were.

"Oh dear..." Looking at the group of ship girls crammed together at the table, Rome really didn't feel like joining in the fun.

After a day of fighting, she wasn't like Cleveland who could sit on the flagship and reap the benefits; she had to go up and fight people head-on, and she was exhausted.

So she had to sit at another table with Sukhbaatar and Nia Cleveland.

Rome looked at the group of ship girls and people huddled together in front of her, and even felt a little bit of secret joy.

This morning, the Empire and her positions were switched.

"Sister...it's so crowded." Empire, who was squeezed in the crowd next to Xiaobai, looked uncomfortable and said to Veneto, who was almost sinking into her body.

"Yeah, it's pretty cramped." Veneto was so close to being squeezed into the plump flesh of the Empire by Miyuki next to him that he had a subtle expression on his face.

It's an expression of defeat that conveys emptiness, loneliness, and loss.

“Sister… is so small,” the Empire said.

"...I think I'll go out."

Chapter 255 This is the love an older sister has for her younger sister [Third Update]

Mr. Barbatos was not in a very good mood today.

He rubbed his already wrinkled wool rolls, deep in thought at his desk.

This month's targets were slightly short-lived.

As a seasoned veteran who has been in the business world for decades, Mr. Barbatos considers himself one of the luckiest in his field.

He became the owner of the Admiral Guild, one of the seven major chapter sea areas, from a mere businessman, and thrived in the business.

If one disregards the drawback of not being able to leave one's workplace at will, one could indeed say that one of the seven most prestigious businessmen in the world.

However, as the owner of the Admiral Guild, since he has already received benefits from the Admiral Guild, he must also bear some responsibilities.

For example, submitting a certain amount of deep-sea metal to headquarters every month is one such measure.

Deep-sea metal is the most peculiar metal in the world. There is no way to obtain it except by scavenging from the wreckage of deep-sea ships. These metals have unique compositions and possess peculiar powers. They are one of the core raw materials for upgrading ship girl equipment, as well as offerings used to build ship girls. Even many wealthy people in human society collect artworks made from deep-sea metal.

However, their primary purpose is to provide them to Kyoto for research and consumption by scientists there.

Mr. Barbatos sat at his desk, covering his head as he looked at the report in front of him.

The amount of deep-sea metal that needs to be handed over in Chapter 256 is not much, only about a thousand pieces per month. This is not only because the admiral of the First Sea Area is weak, but also because the drop rate of deep-sea metal here is low. Compared with the quota of tens of thousands per month in Chapter 7, this amount in Chapter 1 is just a drop in the bucket.

But even a little bit of money is still money. The Kyoto headquarters doesn't care whether your contribution is more or less than other chapters. The rules require you to pay 1,000, so you have to pay 1,000. Even if you're only short one chapter, it's still the difference between meeting and not meeting the quota, and they'll deduct a lot from your next month's allocation.

Mr. Barbatos covered his head, feeling his skull trembling.

The biggest news this month is the arrival of that newbie admiral from the naval base a few days ago. Mr. Barbatos really can't figure out why the world's number one admiral would come to the first chapter's sea area for sightseeing.

To appease them, Mr. Barbatos even contributed his own savings. Today, he also received news that these old ladies had devoured thirty-two stockpiles of deep-sea metal yesterday.

Of course, they still paid the bill.

Mr. Barbatos clutched his head and slammed his fist on the table twice.

But although they did pay the bill, they paid with their merit points.

How can we hand over deep-sea metal to Kyoto after we've already received a medal?

Mr. Barbatos felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw Xie Yun's expression that said, "I'll do whatever you say."

Mr. Barbatos may be stingy, but he wouldn't take his anger out on innocent women.

"I'm still short by more than a hundred this month..." Mr. Barbatos thought to himself, scratching his head.

The enthusiasm of the admirals for exchanging items this month has not been very high, especially in the last two days, the number of exchanges has dropped by nearly a quarter. In particular, more than thirty were exchanged yesterday, which made the already tight deep-sea metal inventory unable to meet the target.

For Mr. Barbatos, failing to meet the targets didn't mean he'd get a scolding from his superiors or that they'd be disappointed in him; it meant a real pay cut.

How can we manage without money? Without money, we'll have to cut salaries, which will affect morale, and if morale is affected, there will be widespread public resentment. If there is widespread public resentment, will we still be able to sit in our position as the head of the Admiral's Guild?

"Oh my God, please come and save this poor Barbatos! I promise I will kiss your toes as carefully as I would polish my boots!"

Mr. Barbatos looked at the report on his desk and began to ramble incoherently.

"Knock knock knock." Just when Mr. Barbatos was feeling utterly hopeless, he heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

To be honest, Barbatos would prefer to see a burly man carrying hundreds of pieces of deep-sea metal walk in, or a special envoy sent down from above to be considerate of the people's conditions.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed; the receptionist came in.

"Mr. Ba..."

“Oh, my dear lady, Barbatos doesn’t have time to discuss a raise with you right now. If you’re just here to talk about things that won’t make me happy, I suggest you think carefully about your words before you speak.” Mr. Barbatos was quite troubled.

"...Mr. Ba, Miss Lu has arrived."

“Miss Lu? Oh, Miss Lu! Is she served well?” Mr. Barbatos’s eyes lit up.

"kindness."

"Has that beautiful, lovely little girl expressed any interest in making some sweet, long-term deals with our guild?" Mr. Barbatos asked eagerly.

"No." Xie Yun naturally knew what Mr. Barbatos was thinking.

Even the most ordinary person would treasure anything that the admiral of the world's number one naval base could casually shake off.

If Barbatos could reach a long-term deal with such an excellent naval base, he would reap incredibly huge profits.

But why would anyone want to come here?

Xie Yun thought to herself as she looked at Mr. Barbatos.

“Oh, that’s terrible news, really terrible.” Mr. Barbatos slumped into his office chair like a deflated balloon. “My dear lady, why did you have to tell me such news?”

"...Mr. Ba, Miss Lu is preparing to exchange the deep-sea metal she has for merit medals."

“Oh…” Mr. Barbatos responded.

You don't need to worry about exchanging merit points; just take them to the third floor to exchange them.

"They want to exchange for two hundred pieces of deep-sea metal," Xie Yun said to Mr. Barbatos, noticing his lack of enthusiasm.

"Two hundred yuan, oh..."

"What? How many pieces did you say??" Mr. Barbatos' eyes lit up instantly, and he slammed his hand on the chair and stood up, his large belly swaying up and down with his movement.

"Two hundred yuan," Xie Yun said.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Oh my beloved lady, you are my angel! Please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude and apology to you! I apologize for my previous rudeness, please let me see that incredible admiral!" Mr. Barbatos, with a fawning smile, walked up to Xie Yun, his hands clenched as he changed his expression.

Xie Yun was already used to Barbatos's ever-changing expressions, and with a slight sigh in her heart, she led Mr. Barbatos out.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Rome was in a state of turmoil.

Veneto sat beside her with his legs crossed, his eyes filled with a ferocious, beast-like glint.

"Sister...Sister?" Rome felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

After Veneto was criticized by the Empire, he left the crowded table with a sullen face.

She walked straight towards Rome and sat down next to him with a murderous look on her face.

"What?"

"Uh, well, the empire is still young and doesn't know any better, please don't take it to heart..." Rome felt the murderous aura emanating from her older sister, which gave her goosebumps all over her body.

“How is she being so insensible?” Veneto glared at Roma.

"Ah...no...no..." Rome replied in a low voice.

"You think so too?" Veneto squinted at Rome.

"No, no, no!"

Rome felt as if it had swallowed a bitter pill; it was incredibly bitter inside.

Rome felt that she had been targeted by her older sister because she had called her "little sister," so she deduced that Veneto's sister might be very strict about this.

"Hmph." Veneto looked at the two mounds of flesh facing Roma's face, turned around fiercely, picked up his water glass and gulped it down, looking like he had a deep grudge.

I don't know why, but Veneto seemed particularly tired today.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Veneto said to Roma, who looked at him with fear.

Rome quickly turned to look at the empire.

Empire showed no remorse for her brush with death; she still clung to Xiaobai's arm, her voluptuous body pressing against him, looking utterly innocent.

Rome felt that her younger sister might not be a good person either.

Who knows, it might be one of those legendary types where the inside is black when you cut it open.

My older and younger sisters don't seem to be normal people.

Rome couldn't help but feel a slight stomachache at the thought of his future life.

"Why are you looking at the empire?" Veneto's voice reached Rome's ears at that moment.

"Huh?" Roma turned his head and found Veneto looking at him with an empty water glass.

"elder sister?"

"So you still prefer to see bigger ones, huh?" Veneto slammed his empty water glass onto the table, looking drunk as he asked Roma.

"What the hell?" Roma looked at Veneto with a death wish.

I can't look at it, and I can't not look at it. What am I supposed to do?

My sister, that's a bit unreasonable!

Veneto's eyes seemed to be filled with flames as he looked at Rome, burning with a mixture of jealousy and anger.

"Sister, you're acting so strange today!" Roma trembled.

“Tell me what’s strange about it.” Veneto glared at Roma fiercely, as if he wanted to devour her.

"Uh, uh..."

“Your comments will determine the intensity of your workout tomorrow,” Veneto said.

Rome was so frightened that it dared not speak again.

"Say it."

"Strangely...strangely cute." Rome chickened out again.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the attention had shifted from the battlefield filled with ship girls to the hellish landscape of Rome and Veneto.

Sukhbaatar stood to the side, sipping water from his glass while watching Veneto and Rome.

"Huh? Why did the liquor I ordered turn into water?" Sukhbaatar frowned and looked at the water glass in Veneto's hand.

Chapter 257: Give it all to my wife (just kidding)!

Sukhbaatar held up his glass and compared it to Veneto's empty glass.

Oops, I think I accidentally confused it with Veneto's.

Sukhbaatar gave an awkward smile.

Although Sukhbaatar looks young, he is a fully grown adult at heart. The innocent expression he puts on when selling popsicles is just a marketing tactic.

Adults can enjoy a drink to cultivate their minds; what's wrong with that?

With that in mind, Sukhbaatar ordered a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) when ordering his food.

But unexpectedly, when the liquor was delivered, it had mixed into a regular water glass, which Veneto then ate in one gulp.

Sukhbaatar looked at Veneto, whose cheeks were flushed red, and admired his drinking capacity. He slowly shifted his gaze elsewhere, whistling and sipping the water in his glass.

It has nothing to do with me. I didn't give it to Veneto. It's all just a prank by that little bitch of fate.

Are you saying I'm not mature enough?

"Why is it that your approach to every situation is always so strange, sister?!" Rome was about to give up.