After nightfall, light snow began to flutter on the ground again. In the hazy night background, the cool brilliance of World Creation was mostly blocked by clouds. Only a few chaotic glows diffused through the gaps in the clouds, and there was gas in the streets and alleys.
The lights turned on one after another, reflecting the flying snowflakes in the air, creating a quiet atmosphere that was different from that of Plande.
Fanna stood in front of the narrow window, staring at the night view outside in a daze for a while, and sighed: "I don't think they have paid - and by this time they should have summoned a group of experts to decipher the letter you left in the letter.
The ‘secret number’.”
Duncan turned his head: "Is it so exaggerated?"
Fanna turned her head and looked at her current temporary boss seriously: "...Have you written in the letter what those numbers are for?"
"I haven't written it, but isn't this the standard format for a report letter?" Duncan said confidently, "Just attach the account number at the end of the report letter, and the city hall will make the payment. This is the case with Prudential. And I heard that many places
I deliberately don’t write any more notes in front of my account to show that I’m being subtle and tactful – I think I should be more tactful.”
Vanna looked at Duncan steadily. After a long time, she couldn't help but sigh: "Alas..."
Duncan thought for a moment, and actually had some thoughts when he said this, and couldn't help but feel a little more embarrassed in his tone: "It doesn't seem to be easy for them to understand?"
Fanna's tone was full of fatigue: "It's good if you can understand."
Duncan lowered his head and thought carefully: "...Isn't it a good idea to go back and write a second letter now?"
"You... still hope that they can understand the purpose of the report letter as soon as possible." Vanna couldn't help but rub her eyebrows. She felt that she had once again discovered something unexpected about Captain Duncan. This powerful and terrifying
The captain... turns out to have such a distinctive and interesting personality?
Duncan didn't pay attention to what Vanna was feeling, but he just asked casually: "You sent Annie back today. Is everything okay at home?"
Fanna nodded immediately: "Everything is normal in Anne's house. There are no traces of being eroded by extraordinary phenomena. There are no traces of Annihilation cultists nearby. There are no suspicious people in the surrounding residents. Mrs. Belloni... is our current landlady.
, also looks like..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Duncan quickly waved his hand before the other party finished speaking, "I'm asking you about her family situation and living conditions. I didn't ask you to report according to the process of investigating heretics, and control occupational diseases."
Fanna was startled, then she reacted and coughed twice: "Well, sorry, I'm a bit... used to my job. Everything is fine over there. Although I only stayed for a moment and chatted with Ms. Belloni for a few words,
It can be roughly judged that after all, six years have passed, and both mother and daughter have come out of the shadow of the past.
"Anne is now studying in the city-state public school. In addition to renting out the house to earn income, Ms. Belloni also has some clerical work to support the family. After all, they are the family of a captain. The Frostbite authorities also have restrictions on such bereaved families.
They are taken care of, this is the same as other city-states. Generally speaking... there is no need to worry about their situation."
Duncan listened silently and nodded.
Fanna hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Do you mind if Annie tells the story here... Is this really good? Maybe it won't be long before the cemetery guard knows that you are like this
Live openly in the city, and then the matter will be immediately reported to the cathedral, and the porter and the bishop will be alerted."
"Then what?" Duncan turned his head and asked in a calm voice.
"Then... there will be some trouble?" Vanna said, but under Duncan's gaze, her tone suddenly became a little unconfident, "The intervention of the city-state authorities may..."
"How will they interfere with us? Will they send a team of guards to arrest people?" Duncan laughed, "Or will the gatekeeper come out to talk to me? As for me, what will I care about them? Yes.
Are you worried about your whereabouts being exposed? Or are you worried about the hostile actions of the authorities?”
Duncan said, spreading his hands.
"I didn't bring the Lost Home Number here."
Fanna opened her mouth. She always felt that something was wrong with this matter, but she didn't think of how to deal with the captain's calm words. After holding it for a long time, she could only say: "Why do I feel that you actually just feel that
Could this be fun?"
"right."
Fanna: "..."
Duncan smiled and turned his attention to the night outside the window again. He didn't pay attention to the exciting expression on the face of the Miss Inquisitor beside him. He just silently admired the night view for a few minutes before suddenly saying casually: "
Fanna, why do I suddenly feel that you are less and less like a judge? Normally, when it comes to the church and authorities of a certain city-state, shouldn't your first reaction be a reliable ally?"
The corner of Fanna's mouth trembled obviously, and it seemed as if thousands of words were filling her heart, but in the end not a single word came out.
At the same time, outside the Frost City State, on the boundless sea at night, a huge fleet was slowly slowing down and maintaining a low-speed cruise among the cold freezing fog and surrounding ice floes.
The majestic steel bow of the Sea Fog stood in the darkness, and the glow from the side of the beacon light illuminated one corner of it. Nearby, there were lights shining from the side of the ship's hull, illuminating the dark sea surface.
Among the sparkling waves, there are faint reflections and undulations.
Those are finely broken ice floes.
On this cold sea, all captains have heard this sentence -
When the mist suddenly appears, ice floes emerge from the fog, and gradually imprison your ship like a shackle, then get ready, the Sea Mist is coming.
The Sea Mist is here now, and the entire Sea Mist fleet is here.
Tirian stood on the high bridge, looking into the distance through the wide window.
It was actually impossible to directly see the Frost City-State at this distance - but in the dark background, he could still see a glimmer of light emerging there, which was the direction of the City-State.
The Sea Mist Fleet is actually heading towards Dagger Island, and Tirian himself has no intention of landing on Frost Island - but for the Frost people who have been nervous for half a century, all this makes no difference, as long as "Steel
The appearance of the "Lieutenant General" flag on the nearby sea was enough to make them sleepless and uneasy.
He could almost imagine the city-state's defenders in a panic at this moment.
The sound of footsteps came from the side, and First Officer Aiden came to Tirian's side. The rough-looking bald man looked quite happy: "Captain, the Sea Crow and the Fjord have led their respective frigates to leave the team. It is estimated that ten
Arriving at the predetermined location two hours later and blocking the route, the Sea Fog ship has already lifted the lights out - those Frostmen will not have a good night's sleep all night long."
Tirian nodded, with a slight smile on his face, and his eyes scanned the sea around the Seamist.
In the darkness, the entire boundless sea remained silent. Only the Sea Fog, with its lights off, floated here, as eye-catching as a gas lamp in the dark night.
Under normal circumstances, night-flying warships performing military missions are subject to light control. Unnecessary lighting will reveal their position and easily lead to confusion when friendly parties identify light signals - but the Sea Fog is so generous.
Fang Di put himself out, showing his presence to Hanshuang as if provoking.
Tirian was not worried at all that this would irritate Frost's city-state navy, nor was he worried about the so-called gunshot incident.
In this world, except for the Lost Home, no one can defeat the "living ship" Sea Mist in a night battle. On the other hand... if the Frost Navy is really stupid enough to take the initiative today, hide
The other six battleships in the waters surrounding the Sea Mist will also immediately teach them how to behave.
Of course, Tirian's high-profile behavior here is not just to provoke Hanshuang out of anger. His more important purpose is to complete what his father told him——
Let the Frost City State become nervous. The more nervous the better. It is best to have them directly blockade the entire Frost Island and prohibit all shipping routes in and out.
Judging from what has been observed so far, this goal should have been achieved - the Frost City-State's garrison navy has blocked the port and sent a signal to surrounding city-states to suspend shipping.
Everything is developing according to father's plan.
At this moment, a sound suddenly came from a nearby copper pipe. Aiden immediately walked over and chatted with a certain post on the opposite side of the copper pipe. Then he returned to Tirian with a smile on his face.
: "Captain, the Frostman seems to be a little unable to sit still - a small boat appeared on the nearby sea."
Tirian raised his eyebrows: "A small boat?"
"Yes, it looks unarmed, and it actively lights up its three yellow and one white signal lights. It seems that it is afraid of causing any misunderstandings," Aiden said. "The ship carefully stopped outside the range of the searchlights, as if it wanted to avoid negotiation and hostility.
Perform observation missions under certain conditions.”
"Observation... is okay, at least it still has some determination," Tirian shrugged, "Let it observe, and if it gets too close, it will fire a warning shot."
"Yes." Aiden immediately accepted the order, but before he turned around, Tirian suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"What other orders do you have?"
"Give them a light signal," Tirian said.
"Light signal?" Aiden was slightly startled, "What is it about?"
The corners of Tirian's mouth curled up. This great pirate with a reputation for being evil on the cold sea now had a mischievous smile on his face: "Content? What content do you want - a blind flash."
Aiden: "...Huh?"
"Let the signal hand flash as you like," Tirian touched his chin and said happily, "Give Frost's expert advisors a little problem of the century."
A smile visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on Aiden's face, and even his bald head seemed to shine.