Elder brother's garrison

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"Then we can't go on the expedition today. How about we go to the third node?" Xiaobai asked Veneto.

Veneto squatted on the ground, poking at the floor with his finger, looking very disappointed.

"Veneto?"

"kindness?"

"The fourth node is now off-limits," Xiaobai said. "What should we do now?"

The inability to enter the fourth node means that the strategy cannot be completed, and it is estimated that Xiaobai will not be able to return to the naval base until this matter is over.

Speaking of which, the Dean of the Deep Sea is in the fourth node, so Xiaobai definitely can't go back.

"Does the Admiral want to go to the fourth node? If you insist, the Admiral's Guild can't stop us," Veneto said.

"No need, no need," Xiaobai waved her hand.

“Let’s go to the third node then. Anyway, the strength of the deep-sea amphibious ships in these two places is not much different,” Veneto suggested.

"Ok."

There are advantages to being in a crowded place. For example, now that there are many people, no one will notice Xiaobai and his group.

Xiao Bai and his group made their way to the entrance of the Admiral's Guild and found Nia, who had been waiting there for a long time.

Nia and Cleveland stood in the corner, looking around. Nia had put on some light makeup today. She was already very beautiful, and with a little embellishment, she looked even more beautiful than before.

"Good morning, Xiaobai." Nia noticed Xiaobai walking over, and her face instantly blossomed into a bright smile.

Good morning, Nia.

"Xiaobai, did you see that brand?" Nia asked.

"I see, I can't go to the fourth node today."

"Shall we go to the third node today?"

"kindness."

Chapter 289 Daily Life Called Hell

Admirals usually operate on a 24/7 basis when they go to sea, maintaining a good balance between work and rest. Many of the admirals who were on the fourth day yesterday chose to rest today.

Xiaobai has no need to go on expeditions, but Nia does. The rewards given to Nia through expeditions can effectively improve her quality of life.

Moreover, Veneto was not stressed at all while fighting at sea and did not need to rest at all.

The group arrived at the third node by train.

There were more people at the third node today than before, and the atmosphere was as lively as the first node, or even more so.

Xiaobai and Nia got off the car and couldn't find a place to sit for a while.

"A lot of people."

“That’s right, after all, the admirals of the fourth node have nowhere else to go, so they can only come here,” Nia said.

Xiaobai and Nia walked along the beach for half a day before finally finding a secluded corner.

The surrounding admirals cast surprised glances at Xiaobai.

Those were the admirals from the original third node. They shouldn't have been familiar with Shiro, but yesterday's events caused too much of a stir. The fact that the white-haired female admiral saved all the ship girls from the fourth node is now known throughout the city.

Veneto looked to both sides.

The admirals who met Veneto's gaze couldn't help but turn their heads away.

“Xiao Bai is a celebrity now,” Nia said from the side.

"Is that so?" Xiaobai smiled somewhat awkwardly.

“Well, after all, she did something so great yesterday and refused the Admiral's Guild’s reward.” Nia’s eyes gleamed.

"It should get better as time goes by," Xiaobai said.

Xiao Bai hopes that as time goes by, these people will pay less attention to him.

Veneto interrupted Xiaobai's conversation with Nia: "Admiral, we'll be going now."

"Okay." Little White waved to Veneto.

Veneto pulled Rome along, following the Fubuki sisters and Cleveland into the ocean.

Xiaobai and Nia watched as the seven ship girls sailed into the distant deep-sea territory.

—The ordinary and uneventful expedition has begun.

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.

However, Mr. Barbatos's daily routine was only just beginning.

"Ring ring ring." Another landline rang. Barbatos quickly answered the phone. "Hello, this is Barbatos. Oh, it's the Director. Yes, yes, it's me. I did send you a message yesterday. Yes, Director, listen to me. We have a former admiral here who was dismissed. It's her, I wonder if you remember her..."

"Ring ring ring ring ring ring..." Another landline rang.

"I'm very sorry, Director, please wait a few seconds." Barbatos said respectfully to the person on the other end of the phone before quickly answering the call. "Hello? Ah! Headquarters? Have the investigation results for the previous sea area been released? I need the data. Okay, give me a few minutes and I'll have someone send it to you right away."

Barbatos skillfully hung up the phone, then picked up the receiver again: "Hello, Director, are you still there? Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's continue. Wasn't that admiral dismissed for letting a deep-sea supply ship return to the ocean? Lately, I've felt that she's performed quite well in the admiral's guild. Yesterday, she and another admiral saved many ship girls' lives. Yes, yes, that's what happened yesterday..."

Barbatos rested the microphone on his shoulder, then tilted his head and wrote a message on a piece of paper in his hand, instructing someone to send the sea area data to them, before pressing the doorbell beside him.

A servant walked in, and Barbatos, while chatting animatedly with the director on the phone, handed the note to the servant.

"Yes, yes, you heard me right. I swear on my honor, this admiral has indeed saved the lives of so many ship girls. All the admirals in the fourth node can testify to this..."

"Ring ring ring ring..." The phone rang again.

"I'm so sorry, Director, please wait just a little while, just a little while!" Barbatos apologized as he answered the phone. "Hello, this is Barbatos. Ah? What, you agreed? Ah no, I don't mean to doubt you, I mean, that's great!"

Just then, the door that had just been closed was knocked on again.

Another attendant entered: "Mr. Barbatos, this is a fax from headquarters. They still want the data for the first three nodes..."

Barbatos looked at the servant in front of him and the voices coming from the two microphones in his left and right hands with a look of despair.

—Yes, Mr. Barbatos's daily life is something called hell.

Mr. Barbatos had no idea how time had passed.

Anyway, after a busy period where even fat seemed to evaporate, Barbatos, who was already overwhelmed with work, realized that the clock had struck twelve.

Barbatos sighed with relief and put aside what he was doing, then slammed his head on the table.

—Finally, I can rest.

At noon, everyone over there was taking a nap, so calling them myself was useless.

Barbatos then realized his throat was dry, hot, and itchy, and picked up the oolong tea beside him and took a satisfying sip.

There was no way around it. As the owner of the Admiral's Guild, Barbatos already had a lot to deal with, especially as the end of the month approached, things became even more complicated. To make matters worse, a strange incident occurred in the sea, making Barbatos so busy that he wished he could find a blond young man who liked ramen to learn some clone techniques.

Yesterday, the First Admiral got himself into a big mess by having to apply for the reinstatement of a young girl while he was so busy.

Good heavens, do these people really think that I, Barbatos, usually just stay in the office drinking tea and sleeping?

But Barbatos, despite his complaints, still had to get things done.

To ensure the authority of the Admiral's Guild, Barbatos not only had to do Nia's job well, but also had to do it as quickly as possible.

If this drags on, the reputation of the Admiral's Guild will suffer irreparable damage.

Mr. Barbatos sighed as he thought about how he would have to return to that hellish overtime work after his precious time was over.

He didn't even feel like having lunch.

"Ring ring... Ring ring..." Just then, the phone rang abruptly.

It's unlikely that anyone from headquarters would call at noon; they value their rest time immensely. Therefore, this call could only have been made by someone holding a certain position within the Admiral's Guild.

Barbatos glanced at the caller ID on the phone.

It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Barbatos felt that there were only two kinds of unfamiliar phone numbers: those that were genuinely unfamiliar and those that seemed unfamiliar because there was absolutely no need to remember them.

Barbatos was furious.

He angrily grabbed the phone: "Didn't I tell you not to call me today? I'm busy all day, don't I get a break? If you want to talk to me, come to my office. And don't bother with those trivial matters, can't you handle them yourself? Which department are you from?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Generally speaking, staff members who are reprimanded by Barbatos would either apologize immediately or explain their situation. Even Xie Yun wouldn't react like that, remaining completely silent.

Barbatos frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

He subconsciously bent down and cautiously asked into the phone, "May I ask who you are...?"

"Ahem." A man coughed on the other end of the phone. "I'm so sorry to have disturbed your rest."

It was a sound Barbatos had never heard before.

"Uh, it's nothing, it's nothing. May I ask..."

"Let me introduce myself. I am the Governor of the Pacific, and my name is Mu Yu," the man on the other end of the phone said.

Barbatos held up the microphone and pondered for a moment.

His ears heard the words, but his brain refused to understand them.

“…Governor…?” Barbatos gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Governor.

It is the pinnacle of the admirals, the admiral who manages the admirals.

Every governor's office has absolute command authority over the admirals under its jurisdiction.

Such a powerful figure would actually call him; normally, Barbatos would be overjoyed.

Damn, I think I just yelled at the other side.

"You don't believe me? Then I'll have the communications department call you later."

"No, no, no, really, it's not necessary. I believe you, I believe you!" Barbatos was instantly terrified and covered in sweat. "I'm so sorry, Your Excellency, my mouth was so foul just now. I'll slap him a few times right now."

Barbatos held the microphone and slapped his mouth hard as he spoke.

"No need for that, it's rest time after all, and I was also at fault," Mu Yu said on the other end. "I was using a private phone this time too."

"Ah, I'm so glad you can forgive me, Your Excellency, with your mercy..."

"Enough with the small talk, let me see, is your name Barbatos?" Mu Yu interrupted Barbatos's translating tone.

"Yes Yes."

"Well, yesterday, Little White Girl... cough cough, yesterday I received news that there's an admiral in your area who's preparing to apply for reinstatement?"

"Yes, as expected of the Governor, your information network is incredibly efficient, you are truly all-powerful!"

"Alright, enough with the flattery. I called you from my private phone just to tell you about this." Mu Yu's voice was calm and natural, which made Barbatos relax. "I can't control your admiral, but I know your governor quite well. I just made a call to help him out. If you run into trouble when you reinstate that girl, just tell them your governor's name, you understand?"

"Got it, got it, got it!" Barbatos replied, wiping sweat from his brow as he held onto the phone.

"Okay, that's all. I won't disturb your rest any longer." Mu Yu seemed to be busy as well, and hung up the phone after saying that.

Barbatos stared blankly at the dial tone on the other end of the phone.

Chapter 290 Boss! Survive me!

Barbatos did not doubt the authenticity of the phone call.

This must be the actual phone call made to himself by the Governor-General of the Pacific.

Barbatos looked at the number on the landline and was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

—This is the Governor-General of the Pacific's private phone! If you send him some congratulatory text messages during holidays, get to know him, build a good relationship, and then send him gifts later, wouldn't you have an extra patron?

This must be the help that the world's number one admiral gave him.

No wonder she's doing so well; it turns out she has a governor behind her.

Barbatos quickly took out a piece of paper and wrote down the phone number on it.

While others eat the meat, he drinks the soup. No matter what happens, this number is Barbatos' biggest gain today, no, this year.

For a moment, Barbatos even felt that the arrogant bosses who had been talking to him on the phone had suddenly become approachable.

With the governor as my backer, what do I have to fear?