Elder brother's garrison

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Saratoga tilted his head, indicating that he didn't understand what Xiaobai meant.

“The Admiral Network will consume the master’s stamina,” Xiaobai said. “If the master’s body is too weak, for example, if he doesn’t eat or drink for a few days, he won’t be able to use it.”

"So, does that mean she's starving to death?!"

Little White felt his way up the stairs and sure enough, he saw a door.

Ella with black hair can use a falsetto, so if it's only for a few days, it's perfectly fine to simply use a mobile phone to impersonate the real Ella.

—After all, he was a very intelligent person.

Xiao Bai walked to the door.

So where did Ella hide?

Since Ella with black hair was able to appear around the party so quickly last night, it proves that she must be somewhere in this castle.

If you can overlook the surrounding scenery, then it must be the highest point.

If the real Ella hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several days and nights, her body would be extremely weak and she would need someone to take care of her constantly. After all, the real Ella's identity is not that of an ordinary person, and if something were to happen to her, even the black-haired Ella wouldn't be able to handle it easily.

There's only one place where the real Ella meets all these requirements.

That's the top floor of this castle.

I never expected it to be so close.

Xiao Bai stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.

Push open the door.

It was easy to push open; the door wasn't locked.

The castle's top floor, or more accurately, a spire.

There is a fairly large room inside, which is not usually open to tourists.

Xiao Bai went inside.

It is a typical medieval bedroom.

There was a large bed in the middle of the room, and the room was lavishly decorated.

Lying on the bed is a blonde girl whose body is tightly bound with white strips of cloth.

Xiao Bai walked over quickly.

It was a rather young blonde girl, fast asleep. She was very pretty and cute, but unfortunately her face was pale, her lips were chapped, and her breathing was weak, as if she would kick the bucket at any moment.

Although he hasn't suffered any real torment, he doesn't seem to be having a very smooth life.

"Does Bismarck have water?"

“Yes.” Bismarck took out a bottle of water from her ship's storage space.

Xiaobai took it.

She took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, sat down next to Ella, and placed Ella's head on her lap.

When Xiaobai moved Ella, he noticed several new needle marks on her delicate arm.

It seems that when they first kidnapped her, they used sleeping pills or something similar to force her to sleep for several days in a row, which exhausted her strength.

Then they questioned him about some information about the naval base.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Xiaobai shook his head.

Xiaobai carefully poured water into the bottle cap, then dripped it onto Ella's chapped lips, one drop at a time.

People who haven't drunk water for a long time shouldn't drink large amounts of water directly. This is the only way Xiaobai can stimulate Ella.

“Hmm…uh…” Ella’s eyebrows twitched.

She seemed to regain a sliver of consciousness from the sensation on her lips.

She struggled to open her eyes.

"Thirsty...hungry...please...please..." Ella saw Little White dripping water on her lips and pleaded weakly as if she were looking at her owner.

In the past few days, whenever I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, that black-haired devil would give me a drop of water to drink and feed me a tiny cookie that I couldn't even afford to eat for several days.

Ella, who had initially begged to be let go, gradually despaired. Now, all she wanted was to have something decent to eat and a sip of water.

"Okay." Although he didn't know what Ella was asking for, Xiaobai tried his best to put on the most friendly smile and agreed in order to take care of Ella's physical condition.

The midday sun shone through the window, and Ella, on the verge of despair, looked at Little White, who was bathed in holy light, as if she were gazing at an angel.

"...Waaah...waaah...waaah..." With strength she didn't know, and tears she didn't know where she squeezed out, Ella lay on Xiaobai's lap and cried in a weak, hoarse voice.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you..." Ella's voice was so hoarse that it was hard to hear what she was saying. She could only use her last bit of strength to rub against Xiaobai's thigh and cry.

—Finally, someone saved me.

—These awful days are finally over.

—I'm saved! Aa ...

……

Corola Island, offshore.

Soaked to the bone, with a green rapid repair device on her head and wrapped in a sheet for warmth, Missouri sat on a bamboo raft.

In front of her was a soup pot heated by an alcohol lamp.

"Ah... I'm sorry to have shown you such a disheveled side of me..."

Missouri said with a hint of disappointment and self-deprecation.

The bamboo raft was small, only big enough for Missouri to fit.

The surrounding sea was deserted, and Missouri seemed to be talking to itself.

"Yes, Bismarck-senpai is quite amazing."

"If I were to compete against my seniors, I think I could win."

"But if I were to fight my senior, I'd probably lose for sure."

"As expected of a senior."

Missouri, her nose red, reached out and touched the edge of the soup pot.

"but."

"Missouri won't lose next time."

Missouri spoke as if it were a perfectly normal thing.

"You're right, senior. I've never lost, so I'm not obsessed with winning."

"I lost to this persistence."

"So, Missouri won't lose next time."

"Missouri will not lose."

"..."

"Because Missouri is the Admiral's only ship girl."

Chapter 71 Prison

The man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned back in his car seat, closing his eyes to rest, looking somewhat tired.

Smoke curled from the cigarette butt, swirling around the man's slightly dark eyes.

"Cough cough cough." Z16's cough came from beside me.

The man opened his eyes and looked around.

The petite blonde girl was covering her mouth.

The man took a deep breath, straightened up from his seat, stubbed out his cigarette, and threw it at his feet.

The man fell into deep thought again.

The smoke, which swirled like dust inside the carriage, slowly dissipated.

The atmosphere was eerily gloomy.

“…Admiral?” Z16 looked at the man who was clearly in a low mood and couldn’t help but reach out and tug at his sleeve.

"Hmm?" The man smiled and looked at Z16. "What's wrong?"

The gloom on the man's face was covered by a familiar gentleness and brightness when he turned to the Z16.

“…Yeah, it’s nothing.” z16 shook his head.

Even a governor-general like the admiral has his own troubles. Since he's not going to share them with me, there's no need for me to pry.

The man glanced out the car window a few times.

The wilderness.

Looks like we're almost at our destination.

The car drove for another half hour. It only stopped when a black obsidian-colored prison could be seen clearly in the distance.

"Governor, we've arrived." The car slowly came to a stop, and the driver turned to the man and said.

"Okay, you wait here. I'll probably be back soon." The man said, opening the car door and getting out.

After getting out of the car, a green convertible SUV was waiting for me not far away.

The man pulled a cigarette out of his clothes and was about to take out a lighter to light it when he noticed that Z16 was also shuffling behind him.

"Z16, you stay here too," the man said, looking at Z16's hopeful face.

"Z16 wants to be with the Admiral," the blonde girl said, looking pitifully at her admiral. "Is that not allowed?"

"...I'm not going out to play. Be good." The admiral smiled and patted Z16's head. "I'll be back soon."

"Oh." Z16 could only lower its head and silently crawl back into the car.

The man put a cigarette in his mouth, straightened his hat, and walked towards the green SUV.

Four armed soldiers got out of the SUV and saluted the man.

The man nodded and got into the car.

Speechless all the way.

A green SUV slowly drove up to the prison gate.

The man sat in the car, gazing at the black prison.

"Sir, we've arrived," said the soldier beside the man.

The man nodded silently, got out of the car, and followed the four soldiers beside him to the prison gate.

The procedures for entering prison are extremely complicated, and even for men, it's not something that can be resolved in a short time.

Just as the cigarette butt was about to burn the man's lips, the staff member who was flipping through documents and making a phone call to confirm finally nodded.

"Sir, please write your name here." The staff member handed the man a list.

The man picked up the pen handed to him by the staff member and made a few simple scribbles on the paper.

The staff member glanced down, then took out a key and pressed it somewhere beneath him, unlocking the keyhole.

"Crackling, crackling, crackling, crackling." The tightly sealed iron door made a grating sound, as if it were rusty, as it slowly opened.

The man walked in with ease, as if he were already familiar with the prison's layout.

A staff member followed behind him, silently taking notes with a pen.

These places, which are specifically for holding high-ranking criminals, do not allow any visitors. However, if someone needs to interrogate a prisoner, all of that person's actions must be recorded.

The prison was very quiet.

The man walked straight toward a gate at the innermost part of the prison.

This is a prison that holds serious offenders with special circumstances.

Inside the gate in front of the man was a place where only criminals who posed a threat to the core of human society could be imprisoned.

"Open it."