There was no soft music that symbolized the upper class, nor was it in any high-end and luxurious grand banquet hall. This was just a reception room under the port authority, and the reception staff were several representatives of the military - several of them had faces.
He still has some impressions.
I have dealt with him in recent years.
Liszt stood up and faced the "big pirate" who entered the room.
"I'm sorry, our conditions are limited at this time," the defense commander stretched out his hand with an apology in his tone, "We can only prepare this kind of reception in a hurry."
Tirian did not respond to the other party's handshake immediately, but raised his head and looked around - several representatives wearing Frost Navy uniforms stood behind Liszt, the expressions on their faces were quite natural, but the others accompanying him
The attendants were obviously not so relaxed. Some were secretly looking at the undead people who walked into the room together, and some were pretending to be calm and turning their eyes elsewhere. But there was only one thing in common: apart from the tension in their eyes, they could not hide it.
of fatigue.
Tirian laughed and stretched out his hand to shake Liszt's hand.
"That's good - if you really prepared a grand dinner for me at this time, and even found a few violin players to make trouble around, then there would be no need for us to talk."
Feeling the strength coming from the "Steel Lieutenant General" in front of him, the expression on Liszt's face twitched slightly, and then he withdrew his hand, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "You are biased against us, but what is the real situation?
In fact, we know it - we just have different positions, but as soldiers, today's Frost Navy is still the same as you were back then, and will firmly defend our city-state."
"Yes, I know, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes. If this were not the case, I would not accept your invitation at all, General," Tirian smiled, glanced at the badge on Liszt's chest, and said "General"
There was a slight pause when he said this title, and then he shook his head and said while walking to the center of the room, "Let's end the pleasantries here. We both know what time it is now. We can talk about this city and the future.
Or—if you have the courage, you can talk about my father."
"Your father..." Liszt sat down on the sofa. When he heard the other party's last words, his body visibly stiffened. The next second, the scene that would be remembered by all Frost people for a lifetime reappeared.
In his mind - the giant reflected from the boundless sea, the eyes that opened in the clouds like two suns, and the mirror city-state that was torn and stripped from the city, and then burned to ashes in the hands of the giant.
A kind of trembling was rising from his soul. Liszt forcibly suppressed his memories and looked at the big pirate sitting opposite him with lingering fear.
"So, that is really your father, the being who returned from the subspace..." He hesitated to speak, seeming to get nervous every time he said a word, as if just such a conversation and mention would make him
An indescribable gaze was attracted to him, "It was really him who took action at the last moment... But that attitude never appeared before..."
"It will appear in the records in the future," Tirian shrugged, "General Lister, congratulations, Frost will be the first city-state to witness and record this matter."
Having said this, he paused and asked with concern: "I'm curious, what's the atmosphere in the city like now, especially how do you people view this matter?"
"Tension and fear still permeate the city, and I must admit that this night was difficult for everyone - the disaster ended, but it ended in a way that most people could not understand and were deeply shuddering, and many people were shocked.
I'm guessing what the existence that finally descended on the sea was, but I think...if they really knew it, the panic might be even more serious," Lister said with a sigh, "The city hall is also sorting it out.
It took a lot of information and clues to guess that it was your father - don't blame us for being slow, that scene was so impactful that anyone would hesitate for a long time."
"I can understand," Tirian sighed, with a slightly subtle expression, "He never told me before. I was just as shocked as you at that time."
Liszt looked at the big pirate in front of him, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. It was uncontrollable curiosity mixed with the instinctive nervousness of people when facing unknown fears. He couldn't help but imagine this "Son of Duncan"
"How on earth will he communicate with his terrible father? How did their father and son make the decision to help in the matter of Frost? How does the shadow that returned from subspace... view the present day?
Earthly?
"I would like to ask," the promoted general couldn't help but speak, "your father, has he...really recovered his humanity as rumored?"
When Tirian heard this, he looked surprised: "Isn't he not human at all?"
The giant standing in the sky suddenly appeared in Liszt's mind, and the scene of a city-state being burned to ashes and crushed into powder in the hands of the giant emerged. He opened his mouth, brewing a lot of offensive words, but he did not dare to say a word.
speak out.
After holding it in for a long time, the Frost General only said with a sullen face: "I believe that he does have a human heart now..."
Tirian laughed: "I also believe that what you said comes from the bottom of your heart."
After saying that, the great pirate of the Cold Sea picked up the red wine glass on the coffee table and solemnly raised it to Liszt: "Let us drink to this mutual trusting friendship."
Liszt: "..."
The Frost General raised his glass, clinked it with Tirian with a stiff smile, took a sip and then put it down: "Then can I ask you and your father what you and your father want to do next?"
Tirian looked very calm: "I don't know."
Liszt's eyes suddenly widened: "You don't know?"
"He hasn't told me yet," Tirian spread his hands, but there was an uncontrollable happy smile in his eyes. He has battled wits and courage with the Frost Navy for half a century, but only this "friendly conversation" tonight was the most successful.
It made him happy, "Originally, I came here only because of my father's order. After that, I participated in the battle just to protect the city that Her Majesty Queen Le Nora once protected. I never thought about the plan after this.
Let’s see how my father feels next.”
Liszt subconsciously said: "Then how can we contact your father?"
Tirian raised his eyelids with a half-smile: "...Do you really want to contact me? Then I will tell you a ritual..."
"Ah, that's not necessary." Liszt suddenly felt a tightness in his back and quickly waved his hand, "I just mentioned it casually."
"When talking about 'him', it's best not to have this habit of mentioning him casually, because you never know when 'he' will really look at you," Tirian said, his expression suddenly changed subtly.
, seemed to think of some unpleasant memories, so he immediately shook his head, looked at Liszt and changed his tone to a more relaxed tone, "Relax, young man, I'm just joking with you, you are all too tense,
This is the first time that the Sea Mist Fleet has 'come home' after fifty years. Shouldn't we have a relaxed atmosphere like a family meeting?"
young people……
The corner of Liszt's mouth seemed to tremble, but he immediately suppressed the embarrassment, and then the expression on his face became serious: "General Tirian, then I won't cover it up. Frankly speaking... Hanshuang is now facing
Trouble."
"I know, we just solved it."
"No, I'm not talking about the invasion of visions... That invasion was not a trouble, but a disaster. Now that the disaster is over, the subsequent troubles will follow. Now the order of Frost is shaky, even if it is a peaceful night
To survive, we also have to solve a lot of problems such as public security, supplies, and maritime safety..."
"What does that have to do with me?" Tirian leaned back on the sofa and looked calmly into Liszt's eyes, "I am a rebel - I don't understand this."
Before Liszt could say the next words, he was choked back by Ti Ruian's attitude.
However, after a few seconds of embarrassment, he quickly regained his composure and opened his mouth again as if he wanted to say something.
But a rhythmic knock on the door suddenly interrupted what he wanted to say.
The door to the living room opened, and an elegant man wearing a well-dressed dress, meticulously combed hair, and gold-rimmed glasses walked into the room.
"I hope my arrival is not too sudden," the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said with a gentle smile on his face. He saluted the guests in the room and walked straight to the reception table. "Can I join?"
"Oh, Mr. Confidential Secretary," Tirian looked at the young man who appeared in the room for a moment, suddenly recalled him, and a smile appeared on his face, "I recognize your glasses - and your hairstyle."
Liszt looked at the confidential secretary and asked quickly: "What news is there from the city hall?"
The confidential secretary nodded and replied softly: "It's the City Hall."
Tirian on the side spoke: "Let me make it clear first, I am not interested in your city hall resolution - we are rebels..."
Before he finished speaking, the well-dressed confidential secretary suddenly turned around and put a document on the coffee table while looking into Tirian's eyes: "Then is there another possibility?"
He paused, pushed the document over, and spoke softly——