How do I start a romantic relationship with a ship girl?

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Today is the first day she arrived at Tiexue. She and Xu Huan have a long way to go.

Chapter 211 The Master's Habits

The next day, early in the morning.

Xu Huan had no dreams all night and slowly opened his eyes in bed.

The bed still smelled familiar, almost making him think he was still in the Royal Palace. It was only when he looked at the unfamiliar ceiling that he gradually came to his senses and realized that he had arrived in the Ironblood.

I drew back the curtains and opened the window. The cool early autumn air hit my face directly, dispelling the grogginess I felt when I first woke up and making me feel much more awake.

Xu Huan leaned against the bed and stared blankly at the iron-blooded port area for a while before returning to the shower room to wash up.

The clock slowly struck eight o'clock. The young man had just finished getting ready when he heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

At this time, there shouldn't be anyone else who could come to my place besides Belfast.

Xu Huan thought for a moment and slowly walked to the door. But when he opened the door, the head maid he expected was not standing outside. Instead, there was a barbarian pushing a food cart.

Manjiu was dressed in something similar to a chef's uniform. Upon seeing Xu Huan, it quickly saluted with its tiny chicken wings while chattering away.

The language of the Manju is different from that of humans, but for some reason, Xu Huan and the ship girls can understand what the Manju is trying to express from its chattering sounds.

"Are these breakfasts delivered to me?" Xu Huan asked with a smile, looking at the individually packaged meals on the food cart.

Manjiu flapped its wings excitedly, and its head nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice.

"Oh, thank you then..."

Aside from a few particularly strange foods, Xu Huan wasn't picky about food, so he didn't bother to choose carefully. After thanking them, he casually picked out a simple fried egg, bread, and milk before heading home.

Manjiu blinked its eyes, watching the door to Xu Huan's residence slowly close. Then, as if finally relieved, it used its wings to wipe away non-existent sweat from its face in a very human-like manner.

After delivering breakfast to Xu Huan's residence, Manjiu did not head towards the next building, but instead went to a nearby corner.

The ship girl with short silver hair leaned against the corner wall, her eyes slightly closed, as if she were dozing.

Hearing the sound of the food cart approaching, Tirpitz opened his eyes and looked at Manju, who had just been responsible for delivering the food.

"How about it?"

Manju started chattering away like he was giving a report, and Tirpitz raised an eyebrow as he listened.

"Alright... You've worked hard. There are no more tasks for you now."

Finally, after listening to Manju's report, Tirpitz nodded slightly, and Manju, as if relieved, resumed his job of delivering food.

Her original task was simply to deliver meals, but before she even started, Tirpitz caught her and asked her to help observe and report on what was happening with the commander.

Please, she's just a little bird, what can she possibly know?

When Manju heard Tirpitz's demands, he was initially quite frightened.

She thought Xu Huan would be the kind of ruthless commander who would tear her apart if she disturbed him early in the morning.

Otherwise, why would Tirpitz specifically ask her to help with such a simple task?

But after actually getting to know him, she realized that the new commander was much easier to talk to than she had imagined.

Manju felt something was strange, and Tirpitz felt the same way.

Last night she agreed to do her sister a small favor, and the other sister handed her something like a folder, asking her to fill it with information based on Xu Huan's actual situation.

This includes, but is not limited to, combat ability and personality. In some details, it even requires recording what Xu Huan likes to eat, whether he has a habit of sleeping in, etc.

This level of meticulousness is less about helping to observe the commander and more about helping to monitor him.

Tirpitz didn't know how Bismarck's collection of so much information would be of any help to the Ironblood faction, but since he had already agreed, he might as well do it.

As for the purpose of this information, let Bismarck figure that out for himself.

With a soft sigh, Tirpitz slowly memorized what Manju had just described.

When Xu Huan opened the door, he was dressed neatly, with obvious signs of washing and grooming, indicating that he didn't get up only after hearing the alarm... Therefore, his habit of staying in bed can be temporarily disregarded.

Not carefully selecting food indicates that one should not be a picky eater.

Treating the barbarian chicks with kindness...that's only right.

After making a quick deduction, Tirpitz also started walking towards Xu Huan's residence.

The segment with Manju is over, now it's my turn...

She had only gone halfway when a rather familiar voice came from behind her: "Miss Tirpitz..."

Tirpitz paused slightly, turned around, and found that the person who had called out to him was none other than Belfast from the Royal Family.

The ship girls with the same hair color looked at each other, their eyes revealing a faint wariness in addition to feigned politeness.

"Hmm? Miss Belfast? Is there something you need?"

The two weren't particularly close, and being ship girls from opposing factions, Tirpitz's tone of voice unconsciously became somewhat stiff and formal.

"I saw Miss Tirpitz...is she heading towards the master?"

Tirpitz naturally knew that Belfast was the head maid of the royal family, and the only person Belfast could call her master was the commander.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

She subconsciously pressed her military cap down a little tighter and said, "I will be temporarily in charge of the Commander's itinerary during his recent visit to Ironblood."

“I see…” Belfast nodded indifferently, slowly catching up and standing in front of Tirpitz, temporarily blocking her path to Xu Huan’s residence with her body.

"I'll be in charge of Master's schedule, so if Miss Tirpitz has any plans, please let me know and I'll relay them to Master..."

Belfast gave a very polite smile, but her tone of voice left Tirpitz no room for discussion.

"Oh? Does the Commander have this habit?"

Tirpitz didn't quite believe what Belfast said.

Instead of answering Tirpitz's question directly, Belfast began to recount the story as if it were a familiar tale.

"I checked yesterday; the Ironblood Barbarian is responsible for delivering breakfast in the morning. Judging from the master's habits and schedule... he should be having breakfast right now... Gen."

“When Master eats, he likes to handle port affairs while eating, specifically those from his time in Port Royal,” Belfast continued.

“When my owner eats, he likes to hold the pasta with his index finger and thumb, so I leave some wet wipes on the side in advance. Usually, when my owner takes the third bite, he will subconsciously wipe his fingers with the wet wipes.”

"If the breakfast tastes good, the host will break the pastry in half by hand and give me half so I can taste it."

"That's the master's habit."

Belfast smiled and said something, but it was as if she said nothing at all.

Chapter 212 Arrangements

Tirpitz was silent for a moment, looking at Belfast's bright, smiling eyes and the body blocking her way, before finally shaking his head and speaking.

“I understand Miss Belfast’s thoughts, but the Commander is currently with Sangvis Ferri, and the Commander’s activities within Sangvis Ferri are now basically under my responsibility.”

“That’s right. Miss Tirpitz is in charge of the Ironblood side, and I’m in charge of the Master’s side. As long as the coordination is done well, it won’t affect the Master.”

Belfast's tone showed no sign of backing down.

This is a basic strategy established since the Royal Navy, in order to prevent the Ironblood ship girls from having too much of a negative impact on Xu Huan.

This is also one of Belfast's primary objectives.

Moreover, if Tirpitz were to be in charge of Xu Huan's daily activities, what would his personal maid be supposed to do?

You can't let someone else take your job and position away from you.

Seeing the head maid's insistence, Tirpitz, after a brief consideration, chose to back down.

Belfast's behavior is easy to understand; like a lion in the wilderness constantly patrolling its territory to prevent outsiders from invading, she is guarding her duties as a secretary.

It might sound a bit selfish, and conflict with the meaning of the word "secretary," but since the other party would do this, they must have already received the commander's support.

Thinking of this, she slowly said, "How about this, I can try to leave the rest of the matters to you, Miss Belfast, but today is the first day that the Commander has truly arrived at Sangvis Ferri. In order for smooth communication in the future, you should at least let me meet him, right?"

"If it's just a simple scheduled visit, Belfast won't stop you..."

Belfast smiled slightly, emphasizing the words "simple visit" a little more, then turned around and walked towards Xu Huan's door.

Seeing this, Tirpitz didn't say anything more and silently followed behind.

The two arrived at the door, and Belfast gently knocked on the door and called out softly.

"Owner..."

"Come in..."

With Xu Huan's approval, Belfast took out her key and unlocked the door.

Tirpitz, watching from the side, unconsciously frowned slightly.

How come they already have the key to the corresponding door lock after only two days? And why did they hand it over to Belfast so confidently?

“My master…usually gives me a copy of the key to his residence…” Belfast seemed to see Tirpitz’s doubts and explained:

"I copied this one when I came here yesterday. The owner also has one."

"My master doesn't have the habit of locking the door. If I arrive early, I can help him get up and wash..."