Chapter 50

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50. The Admiral is Asleep

With a 'creak,' the door hinges' squeak made the Northern Deep Sea frown.

The sound was not in line with the agreement.

She frowned and thought for a moment, then scooped some water from her large water boots and dripped it onto the hinges as a makeshift lubricant. She then gently pulled the door, ensuring there were no issues, and nodded in satisfaction before quietly entering the command center.

To allow the Deep Sea to enter such a critical area at will, this base is probably doomed. They don't seem to realize the severe consequences if I were to harm that man.

Although I would never do anything to my business partner. Trust is the most important in transactions, and that is a lesson I have learned.

Effortfully preventing the rubber boots filled with seawater from making any noise, the Northern Deep Sea took a light breath.

It smelled of the sea, but there were other scents as well.

Although this wasn't her first time here, entering with this subtle identity was a first. Or perhaps it would never happen again.

'When you go in, try not to make too much noise. Although the Admiral sleeps deeply, I don't know what might happen when you meet. This meeting is a complete overextension of our trust, and we are taking a significant risk by letting you in. Do you understand? So please finish everything as quickly as possible.'

Before entering, she was warned by one of the man's subordinates.

What was the name of that woman who seemed to be wearing an eye patch? Haihu, right? It's been a long time, and even though she's a newcomer, she was shouting at me. Maybe I should teach her a lesson when she goes out to sea.

Silently wandering through the command room, the Northern Deep Sea aimlessly surveyed the room's scenery. Her gaze finally fell on a wire bed at the back.

It was that man.

Covered with a faded cotton blanket, wearing a shirt and pants unsuitable for sleeping, the exhausted Admiral lay on the small bed, breathing steadily and deeply, clearly in a deep sleep.

The Northern Deep Sea knew these things. Last night, this man used a rather clumsy method to try to extract information, and she cooperated fully. So, his next step would naturally be to revise the battle plan and reorganize the strategic goals based on the provided information. This, the Northern Deep Sea understood.

But treating her like an idiot still made her a bit angry.

'And the numerical estimates are completely off... intelligent beings are different from puppets.'

Looking at the scattered plans on the desk, the Northern Deep Sea's eyes narrowed slightly. She tiptoed to the chair and picked up the pen on the desk, a bit awkwardly.

This was also part of the deal. For reporting incorrect information, it must be corrected. Trust is the key to successful trade. So, seeing this misunderstanding caused by habit, it was necessary for her, as the information provider, to correct it.

This is after-sales service, so don't be ungrateful, mere human.

Listening to the man's faint and steady breathing, the Northern Deep Sea quickly got used to the pen and began to steadily modify the parameters on the plan.

The sound of writing and the faint breathing mixed together. With the lazy light outside, even the Deep Sea, who doesn't need sleep, felt a bit drowsy. After modifying a part, she subconsciously looked out the window.

The window was filled with other shipgirls—impossible.

Surprisingly, those noisy little girls were not outside monitoring or anything. The golden sunlight shone on the pipeline buildings, bringing a lazy hue. Two small cats could be seen playing outside, but there was no sign of the shipgirls' vigilant faces.

This level of trust is a bit too high, isn't it? Your Admiral is full of hostility towards me, yet you trust me so much. Who knows, I might kill this man in his sleep one day? Who knows, I might.

But for now, let this be my trade compensation.

The Northern Deep Sea poked her cheek with the pen, thought for a while, and then nodded decisively. She quickly wrote a series of parameters on a blank sheet of paper.

After all the data was corrected, the Northern Deep Sea also filled out a report on the Imaginary Fleet's sortie from a third-person perspective. She skillfully referred to the documents on the desk, wrote down the comparative data, and placed it on the desk.

Seeming to find it insufficient, she also tidied up the messy desk. After ensuring that the items on the mahogany desk were neatly arranged, the Northern Deep Sea nodded in satisfaction. She then quietly pulled the chair back, stood up, and tiptoed to the Admiral's side, gazing at his weary face.

'If this happens, you can stand up again, right? Don't be killed by my sisters, my business partner.'

The Northern Deep Sea gently touched the Admiral's cheek and smiled warmly.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, standing by the wire bed, she quietly watched the sleeping Admiral for a while. The flagship of the Deep Sea Fleet sighed a bit wistfully and then quietly left the command room.

In the silent command room, only the Admiral's faint breathing remained. Even if something happened, the man, who had been exhausted for days and was in a deep sleep, would not know. He just lay quietly on the bed, sleeping.

So he knew nothing.

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