Walking along the coastline into Wales in the jungle, I stretched out my hand tiredly to rely on a tree to rest.√∟

But when her fingertips touched the coconut tree beside the beach, the originally palm-colored trunks quickly withered and were dyed grayish. The coconuts on the coconut tree also went to support them and all fell on the beach.

Wales reached out and caught one of the coconuts, but the fate of the coconut was dyed with grayish white color and gradually withered.

Looking at the coconut that had lost its color in life, inexplicably anger rose from Wales' heart. Because of the anger, her hand instantly clenched, and the coconut in her hand also turned into residue and was crushed and fell to the ground.

Wales stared at the pale color of her left hand, gradually spreading towards her body. It was because of this unknown color that made her come to this deserted desert island with humiliation and infamy. As one of the most powerful battleship girls in England, Wales should usually sit in her guard palace at this time, looking at the undulating sea in the distance in the warm sunshine, tasting red wine of unknown years and her admiral about some strategic problems.

But since this imprint appeared on her left hand, the life she knew was far away from her. After being stained with the deep sea, she could not continue to stay in the guard house. After leaving the guard house, she was forced to come to this deserted island. Even the sky became dark clouds and there was no trace of sunlight to pass through.

There were indeed waves on the sea surface, and there were tides of devouring sounds around it, indicating that a storm was about to come.

Welsh, physically and mentally exhausted, can no longer fight on the front line even in a storm, as she did before, as she was in the forefront, as she was in the storm. She just wanted to find a place to rest, but fortunately, she found it.

Not far from the forest, there is a naturally formed cave, but the road is full of mud, and the heavy rain has begun to fall at this time. She walked to the entrance of the cave with some difficulty, avoiding the blowing of wind and rain. Her clothes were cold and wet, which made her feel uncomfortable when it was stained on her skin. As a ship girl, she had never felt anything cold, this coldness that penetrated her body.

This is a sign of illness... Wales has never worried about disease.

But now, if she can't find a warm bonfire or a blanket, she may lose her ability to move due to a fever and a cold.

She looked at her left hand and was already trembling.

It's so embarrassing. If someone sees himself like this, the image he has finally established in normal times should be completely broken, right?

But it is not a solution to keep depression like this. She has no intention of dying here. At least she will never sink until she clears her guilt.

But Wales looked at the dense forest outside. She was once respected in the ward. As a ship girl who made the whole of England proud, this environment was extremely unfamiliar to her.

Maybe it's okay to be surrounded by the deep sea now, at least she knows what to do, but there is no deep sea here, she has to face the threat of cold and hunger. This ship girl from England didn't know what to do for a moment. She never had to worry about the supplies in the custody palace...

Now this is an isolated island with no one, no one will give her any supplies, and everything can only depend on herself.

What can I do if I am reliable? Even though she was invincible on the battlefield, her ships were useless in this natural environment, and the resources she had reserved were consumed on the road.

But just as Wales was in this dilemma, she suddenly smelled an inexplicable scent.

This is the taste of food, the smell that sleeps deep in her memory, even if Wales is in her own custody, she will miss it.

It came from the depths of the cave...

Perhaps driven by her instinct, she supported her body and walked towards the depths with the wall.

As a ship girl who belongs to England, Wales was not very familiar with Chinese culture, but she once occasionally read a word called Peach Blossom Land. Wales could not understand the meaning of the above at that time, but now, she seems to be able to understand it a little bit.

In this cave, there was not a dark and humid place, with no rocks or moss, and she felt as if she had stepped into another era.

The ground was paved with unknown wooden boards. On the long table with some dim lights, empty wine glasses were placed, and in the wine cabinet behind the long table were placed some vintage red wine. The whole scene focused on this word called "style".

This gave Wales an illusion of returning to its own patrol, the warm sunshine, the undulating sea in the distance, and the most important red wine plus... a second-hand item.

"Brother, do you always plan to have a meal first, or take a shower first..."

The Admiral sat at the bar and destroyed the charming style completely, mainly because the Admiral set up a very large pot, which was the one used to cook wo sauce.

Anyway, the Admiral was a rough man who had never been to the bar. This scene was arranged by Venetto, and the Admiral didn't mean to pay attention to the atmosphere. No matter how exquisite the arrangement was around, the Admiral felt that it was not as practical as the big pot in front of him.

As for the reason?

"Brother, if you want to eat, I will pour fuel and steel into the pot. If you want to take a shower, you will always jump into the pot."

The admiral held some bottles and jars in his hand and poured them into it. These were all repair fluids, of course, they were the kind that could be eaten.

"Do I want to eat you?" The Prince of Wales spent ten seconds to realize what was going on now. After she saw the admiral's face clearly, she finally figured out what was going on now.

"Brother, this makes me very embarrassed. I'm a little bitch but not a little bitch."

"I just want to eat you." Wales said persistently.

"Brother, don't bring such a person," the admiral took a few steps back as he looked at Wales walking towards him.

"I really just want to eat you." Wales pushed the admiral into the corner and stared at the admiral.

Just when the admiral felt that he had no way out, another breath appeared here, which attracted the attention of the Prince of Wales.

"After so many years, you are still so rough." Veneto, a ship girl from Italy, sat in front of the bar, staring at Wales with her chin.

"There are so many of your tastes, and it's still so bad after so many years."

Wales looked at Veneto sitting in front of the bar, and the inexplicable smell of gunpowder spread throughout the space.

The admiral looked at the two ship girls. The atmosphere was like two ** gangs fighting. As an innocent person trapped in it, the admiral thought about it carefully, found a seat cushion where he didn't know where he took out a cup of rough tea and a few fairy beans and sat down, and entered a state of drinking tea and watching.

But the admiral's clumsy sound of gnawing on fairy beetles was particularly harsh, which made the eyes of the Prince of Wales, the eldest brother, and the head of the mafia sister, focus on the admiral.

"It's okay, you keep fighting, I'll just stop talking." The admiral knew that the two of them had a lot of grudges and revenge, and the admiral had published a book, so it wouldn't be solved for a while: "But I ask you whether the two of you are fighting in hand or using a ship-mounted fight? If you are fighting in a ship-mounted fight, I'll move the mat away and watch..."

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Veneto and Wales looked at each other. These two opponents, who had been in conflict with each other for a long time, reached a unified view at this moment.

"What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, the admiral, who was stared at by two hero ship girls, suddenly felt a little angry.
Chapter completed!