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Winter days always turn dark early. As Chuyang declined Old Jack's invitation and walked out of Old Jack's house with Richelieu, the outside world was already illuminated by the glow of streetlights.
"Richelieu, how do you think Bismarck knew there was an incident at the Naval Base?" Chuyang asked, puzzled. So far, apart from Fireflies, the other Fleet Girls felt abandoned and did not consider other possibilities. But Bismarck was different; she should know something. Otherwise, Tirpitz wouldn't have written that in her diary and mentioned wanting to find the Admiral and Little House together with her sister.
"Admiral, I suspect Bismarck must have encountered many Fleet Girls from the Naval Base. Think about it! If one or two were abandoned by you, that could be understandable. But when that number grows to five, ten, or even more, especially when among them are not only those Fleet Girls who are not valued by you at the Naval Base but also many main ships, do you think Bismarck would still feel that everyone is abandoned? That clearly doesn't make sense," Richelieu explained.
She recalled that she had once harbored such doubts herself, but since she had not encountered anyone else and had no way to verify it, she naively believed she had been abandoned by the Admiral.
Moreover, whether it was Richelieu, Lexington, Saratoga, or others, they all dared not—or rather, were unwilling—to think along those lines. This was simply because any Fleet Girl who had signed a contract with the Admiral felt a mysterious connection on a spiritual level; no matter where they were, this bond would not disappear.
But back then! They could not feel the Admiral's presence at all. So there was only one possibility: the Admiral was dead. However, for the Fleet Girls, this was undoubtedly the worst news. Thus, they preferred to believe they had been abandoned while the Admiral continued to live with others at the Naval Base rather than accept such a conclusion.
"Have you never doubted it?"
"Admiral, we are your Fleet Girls; it's hard to come to such a conclusion unless we witness the facts ourselves. Otherwise, no one wants to think along those lines," Richelieu sighed softly.
Other Fleet Girls might not know this, but for those deeply devoted to the Admiral like them, he was their only belief sustaining them in this world. And when that belief crumbled, what would happen to them? Richelieu truly did not dare to think about it.
However, it would likely boil down to a few scenarios: the stronger ones might survive as widows for the rest of their lives. The more fragile ones might choose death or fall into becoming Deep Sea Shipgirls shortly after realizing this fact.
"I understand," Chuyang murmured as he tightly held Richelieu's hand and said, "Don't worry; I will never leave again."
"Admiral, even if you want to leave, there won't be an opportunity. No matter where you go in the future, there will always be a Fleet Girl following you. If you try to run away, just wait to be locked up by us!"
"Whose idea is this?"
"You are the big wife, Lexington."
".........." Chuyang was speechless. He recalled how Lexington used to follow him even to the bathroom, claiming they were a couple without any embarrassment. Although things had changed now, he still encountered other Fleet Girls outside the bathroom every time he came out. It seemed he was completely under surveillance by his own Fleet Girls.
So one must not have a criminal record; once there is some kind of bad past, even the Wedding Ship under your command may develop a sense of distrust towards you.
"Admiral, do you know why the Naval Base disappeared?"
"I don't know." Chuyang shook his head. His crossing over was his biggest secret, and similarly, he would not reveal that uninstalling the virtual game had affected reality here.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Alright! Admiral, where are we going now?" Although Richelieu felt that the Admiral should know something, since he was unwilling to speak, she wouldn't press further. Nothing was more important than having the Admiral back.
"Let's find a hotel to settle down first. Today is already the 26th; we definitely won't make it back to Naval Base for New Year's Day, and there's still over a month until Spring Festival. I plan to use the next half month to travel around other cities in Europe and gather information to see if there are any leads on Tirpitz and Bismarck or other Fleet Girls."
The clues about Tirpitz had already run dry here. Who knew where those two sisters were now in search of him and Little House? Therefore, Chuyang wasn't in a hurry anymore. Besides, being anxious wouldn't help; with such a vast world and so many Fleet Girls, it was very difficult to inquire about two Fleet Girls who deliberately concealed their true identities.
Fortunately, Tirpitz had mentioned she would come back here to retrieve her suitcase. When she returned and saw the letter he left behind, she might come looking for him at Naval Base.
In any case, this was all they could do for now.
"Then Admiral, can you accompany me to stroll down the Champs-Élysées tomorrow?" Richelieu asked eagerly. As a Fleet Girl at the forefront of fashion, how could she leave empty-handed from such a treasure trove? Moreover, this was a chance for the Admiral to shop with her alone without anyone else!
"Sure, I promise you." Chuyang smiled as he playfully rubbed Richelieu's nose and took her hand, leading her toward a hotel by the roadside.
After a simple wash-up and a hearty dinner at the hotel, the two changed their clothes and stepped out again.
The words of the taxi driver from earlier in the day had some effect; now, Chuyang planned to take a stroll down Radway Street.
Radway Street is located in the northwest corner of Blanca City, a bustling area filled with casinos, hotels, nightclubs, and various entertainment venues.
When Chuyang and Richelieu arrived here by car, it was just the beginning of the city's nightlife.
The wide street was bustling with traffic and crowds flowing like a tide. Tall buildings lined both sides of the street, with glaring neon lights illuminating the large signs of casinos and hotels against the night sky. The revelers inside and outside the bars indulged freely, occasionally erupting into loud cheers accompanied by heavy metal rock music.
"Admiral, do you see anything?" Richelieu pointed across the street at a group of burly men dressed in black suits, wearing black hats, and carrying batons as they patrolled in an orderly fashion.
"They must be members of the two major gangs!" Chuyang replied. He had seen such groups multiple times during their drive here; it was clear they were maintaining order in Blanca City's nightlife.
However, Blanca City was indeed peculiar; such duties should have been handled by the police but were instead assigned to gang members.
That said, one couldn't deny that the security was quite good. At least for this long period, he hadn't seen anyone daring to cause trouble on the streets or any foolhardy individuals trying to provoke or harass the stunning Richelieu.
But just as Chuyang concluded this in his mind, trouble struck.
"Robbery."
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