"What the hell is it, Bismarck, do you say it." Evan felt a little anxious when he saw Bismarck just looking at him but didn't say anything.

"Well, it's okay to be careless." Bismarck turned his gaze to Tilbiz, who was still unconscious on the ground, with sympathy in his eyes, "It's a little sweeter, and it feels a little tired of eating too much."

Bismarck put the remaining steel bars in his hand into his mouth, chewed them a few times and swallowed them. His blue eyes looked at the plate on the table, where there were more than a dozen failed works of Ivan. Except for the first one that was eaten by Tilbiz and the last one that was made by Bismarck, everything else was still there.

I don’t know what’s going on. Although the steel bars Bismarck ate before didn’t taste very good, it felt like Bismarck was smelling the relaxing smell on Ivan now.

"I feel much more comfortable." Bismarck said that her dissatisfaction that had been accumulated outside had disappeared for half of her previous dissatisfaction, but in order to confirm whether the dishes made by Ivan have the effect of making the ship girl relax and relieve fatigue, she decided to eat a steel bar made by Ivan.

"What does it mean to be careless? I'm a super amazing dish." Ivan expressed his dissatisfaction with Bismarck's evaluation.

"Well, it's a superb dish, indeed." Bismarck glanced at Tilbiz lying on the ground. "This is the first time I've seen a dish that can make her tremble."

"Cough cough." Ivan coughed awkwardly, and he coughed a few times, "This is an accident. If anyone asked her to pick up my failed work, I will eat it. This, Bismarck, try this."

Bismarck also wanted to try Ivan's other dishes, but they also had the same effect of relaxing the ship girl's body and mind, so they took over the steel bars in Ivan's hand.

Now this is a little yellower than the steel bar, and it is not as white as the previous one.

As a strong-willed soldier, Bismarck's awareness is definitely not low. She would not frown even in a dangerous task, but now she hesitated for a while.

"What's wrong, Bismarck, why don't you eat it?" Evan asked in confusion as he looked at Bismarck as he just looked at the steel bar in his hand and did not eat it.

"I thought of something a little bit just now." Bismarck found a reason casually.

"Oh." Ivan didn't doubt it either.

Forget it, it looks like it's not much different from the one before.

In the end, Bismarck put the steel bar in his hand into his mouth and gently bit off a piece.

"How is it?" Ivan looked at Bismarck expectantly.

"..." Bismarck's expression was a little ugly, and he swallowed the steel in his mouth with great difficulty, "It still needs to be done."

It was so dangerous that I almost lay on the ground like Tilbiz. It seemed that the sloppy steel bar used to be Ivan's super-level performance. Now even if this one has that effect, I'm afraid the smell will make the ship girl faint directly.

"What, your tone feels like saying that the things I made are very unpalatable." Ivan expressed dissatisfaction with Bismarck's evaluation, which was the second best he thought he had made.

"No." Bismarck shook his head, "It doesn't seem to be, it's really hard to eat."

"You, hum, you can make a surprising dish with your ability."

Bismarck, who is extremely excellent in all aspects, is very good in terms of intelligence collection and assassination and raiding, but cooking skills are her only pain point. Now that Ivan pointed it out, Bismarck's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Uh, Bismarck, I take back my previous words. I have something to do, so I will leave first." Ivan looked at Bismarck's face and felt trembling. He immediately wanted to escape, but before he could take a few steps, Bismarck grabbed the back collar.

"I almost forgot that today's training plan has not been completed yet." Bismarck had a cold smile on his face, but this seemed to Ivan to be like a devil's smile.

"No, no, it's not too late." Ivan's face showed a reluctant smile.

"Hmm? It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still very early." Bismarck looked at the time, and regardless of whether Ivan agreed or not, he pulled his collar outward.

"No, I don't want to go, let me go." Ivan grabbed the edge of the door tightly with his hands and resisted Bismarck.

"Hmph, useless resistance." Bismarck looked at Ivan's refusal to leave by himself, snorted coldly, and pulled him off the door.

"Woo." In the end, Ivan left Bismarck reluctantly.

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"Hey, didn't you run around the playground today?" Ivan looked at the empty room. Ivan originally thought that Bismarck had him run around the playground today, but now it seems that this is not the case. At least Ivan doesn't look like this room.

"No need today. Yesterday's training was just to let me see where your limit was." Bismarck took out a black coach from the ship's space and pointed at Ivan with the top. "I want to train your combat skills a little today."

Bismarck won't admit that he has the element of venting his resentment.

"That's it." Ivan felt relieved when he heard that Bismarck did not let him run, but instead trained his combat skills. It was not just running, but Ivan regretted his gratitude afterwards.

"Did you see the shelf behind you? Go there that suitable weapon." Bismarck pointed at the shelf behind Ivan.

"Oh." Ivan nodded and came to the shelf where the weapons were placed. Most of the place was made of wood and the top was covered with rubber. Ivan picked up a long stick and waved it a few times indiscriminately. He felt that he was very skillful and walked to Bismarck with it.

"Are you ready?" Bismarck asked, looking at Ivan.

"Well, then?" Ivan asked with a relaxed look on his face.

"Attack me, attack me with your greatest strength." Bismarck said with a cold expression.

"Uh, this is not good, what if you hurt me?" Ivan said hesitantly.

"hurry up!"

"Okay, okay." Holding the stick tightly, Ivan raised the stick and waved it towards Bismarck.

Bang!

"It's too slow." Bismarck sideways and dodged the stick Ivan waved and whipped it on the back of Ivan's hand with the whip in his hand, leaving a slight red mark.

"It hurts so much." The pain from the back of the hand made Ivan subconsciously retract his hand, and the stick that had been holding in his hand was released and fell to the ground.

"If you are fighting the enemy, releasing your weapon is equivalent to giving up your life." Bismarck pointed at Ivan with a trick, "Pick it up and continue."

"Um." Ivan rubbed his back of his hands and hummed a few times in dissatisfaction, bent down and picked up the stick.

"Continue." Bismarck's tone sounded completely unemotional, and it felt like a robot.

Bang!

There was another red mark on the back of Ivan's hand.

"continue!"

Slap!

"continue!"

Smack sex...

"Woo, I was wrong, Bismarck, can I run around the playground?" Ivan said to Bismarck with a sad face, rubbing his hands, which were already covered with red marks.

"What's wrong? Is it no longer possible?" Bismarck looked at Ivan, "But no!"
Chapter completed!