The cold atmosphere in the room seemed to have calmed down a little, and the living people who were shivering due to the cold finally relaxed a little.
But Tirian still did not respond to a series of "suggestions" put forward by the confidential secretary. He just stared at the things on the table calmly, as if a century had passed.
When everyone was almost overwhelmed by the silence, he finally raised his head: "This is the wisdom of maintaining order. This wisdom must have played a great role half a century ago."
"You should know how far the frost has reached back then," the confidential secretary's eyes did not evade, "Great people will do many great things, but the mistakes they make will be as fatal as their great achievements -
In order to control the situation, we have to do some things. General Tirian, I have studied history. In fact... I personally always think that Her Majesty Le Nora is a great ruler, but this cannot cover up the failure of the Qianyuan Plan.
The mess.”
"Yes, you have studied history - and I have experienced history myself," Tirian said calmly, "We all know the situation back then, so I don't mean to be harsh. To be fair, you at least let Hanshuang return after that.
It has been stable for half a century."
The confidential secretary's tense nerves seemed to finally relax a little. He leaned forward subconsciously: "So, you agree..."
Tirian did not speak, but pressed his hands on the documents and exerted slight pressure.
The power of extreme cold soaked the paper, and the fine ice crystals quickly condensed and shattered. With the sound of rustling, those records that left countless traces in history were reduced to debris.
The confidential secretary's eyes widened in an instant, and General Lister, who had never spoken much, couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "You are..."
"That's not what I want," Tirian raised his head and looked at the Frostman opposite, "What I want is the real record - what is the problem in that mine, how did the cultists infiltrate the city-state,
Who is responsible and who is not responsible, as well as the true trajectory of Winston's governance - without considering the premise of 'quickly restoring order', give me the most authentic first-hand information."
He paused and continued: "This is something necessary to control the situation."
The confidential secretary was startled for a moment, then quickly reacted: "You have agreed to Hanshuang's 'invitation'... But with all due respect, you still need the information on the table just now. Of course you can have the real information, but you also
We need to find a way to divert people’s attention——”
He hesitated for two seconds, as if he had made up his mind before continuing: "To be honest, the next situation in the city will be very bad. A lot of infrastructure may have to be shut down for a while, plus the 'mud'
The resulting pollution, fuel supply will be tight, food distribution will also be problematic, public security will deteriorate, and the resulting public anger will arise. We must find ways to divert the public's attention, and shifting it to the previous government and governor is the most effective
Way..."
"If fuel is tight, use reserves. If it doesn't work, I can think of a way. If food distribution is chaotic, strict supervision and punishment will be implemented. A rationing system will be implemented throughout the city, including the Shangcheng District. If public security deteriorates, temporary military control will be imposed. People need an object to vent their anger.
——Then arrest the cultists, the subversives, and those who are truly responsible," Tirian said seriously, "Of course this series of things will be more difficult, but at least, it can be done effectively.
Solve problems on the ground and truly 'let more people survive'."
The room became quiet for a while, and you could even hear the sound of people breathing. The confidential secretary who always seemed elegant and decent seemed to be a little stiff for a moment. Faced with Tirian's powerful words, he seemed not to know how to respond.
But Tirian just laughed lightly and shook his head slightly: "I will not belittle your efforts and your solutions - because within your capabilities, there is no better alternative path. You choose
I have found the method that is most suitable for the situation back then, but the situation is different now. I don’t want to repeat the past fifty years. Mr. Secretary, the Sea Fog Fleet has the method of the Sea Fog Fleet, so you might as well raise your expectations a little higher.”
The confidential secretary seemed to finally react. He blinked, adjusted his posture, and looked at Tirian with a burning gaze: "Can you really do what you said?"
"As long as the remaining power of the city hall can cooperate to the greatest extent, as for the rest..." Tirian paused deliberately when he said this, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Secretary, you know that the most orderly thing in the boundless sea is
Who is it?"
"The most orderly one?" The confidential secretary was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react, "Is it the city-state navy? Or the ocean-going caravan?"
"They are pirates, the big pirates of the cold sea," Tirian laughed. "City-state navies will always have stable supply ports and safe ports, and ocean-going caravans will always have church protection and naval escort. Only pirates - they have to fight against the boundless
The only thing we can rely on is strict discipline and order."
The confidential secretary was silent for a while, as if he didn't know how to discuss this topic - this was obviously beyond his daily work scope and professional capabilities.
Upon seeing this, Tirian just smiled and reached out to pat the other party's shoulder.
"Relax, Mr. Secretary. Compared with fifty years ago, the frost situation now is actually not too bad. I also know many 'trade partners'. I believe if they know the real situation here,
, there will be many people willing to help, at least in terms of secular order, you don't have to worry too much, as for the part outside the 'secular order'..."
Tirian suddenly paused and looked up out of the window.
A deep night enveloped the city, and the light of gas lamps snaked around the port area. The snow stopped at some point, the clouds dispersed, and the cold and pale light of World Creation enveloped the world - and under this clear light
, the city is peaceful tonight.
"The part outside the secular order...I think my father will find a way."
The big pirate hesitated for a few seconds, and finally spoke slowly in a strange tone.
Many people in the room trembled visibly.
"Your father, he..." General Lister couldn't help but speak, and even subconsciously used the word "him" in the title, "Is he still looking at Hanshuang now? Where is he now?"
Of course I was watching the frost, maybe even from the second floor window, living at 44 Oak Street, renting a house from your Citizen Service Center...
A series of answers instantly appeared in Tirian's mind, but he hesitated and did not dare to say them out.
After all, it seems that these frost people in front of me don't know that "he" is currently in the city. If he talks nonsense without his father's permission, he will be beaten by his father again if he turns around - he will soon
When a person becomes a consul, he can't even afford it.
"He is still paying attention to this matter, but the specific situation cannot be disclosed." After hesitating for a long time, the big pirate could only say this vaguely, "He is usually very busy, and he not only wants to contact me."
Liszt was stunned and quickly nodded: "Ah... that's understandable."
I don't know how he understood it.
The confidential secretary couldn't help but asked curiously: "Your father... what does he do on weekdays?"
Tirian resisted the urge to roll his eyes - where did he know he was going? After his father came back from the subspace, his whole body was shrouded in mystery. Who knew what the old man was doing on weekdays? He couldn't be as idle as an ordinary retired man.
If you have nothing to do, just go fishing, walk the dog and feed the pigeons...
The confidential secretary noticed the subtle changes in Tirian's expression, realized that his question had gone beyond the limit, and quickly adjusted his expression: "Sorry, I talked too much."
"It's okay, but ordinary people really shouldn't discuss things related to 'him' too much. Just consider it for the sake of physical and mental health. Let's end this topic." Tirian waved his hand and quickly changed the topic.
Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly got up from the sofa, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The lights outside the window were still bright, and at several intersections leading to the city, temporary barricades built during previous battles could still be vaguely seen.
When the sun rises tomorrow, those barricades will be dismantled, and then... the city managers will do their best to restore order to everything here.
The lights of thousands of houses in the distant city blocks came into Tirian's eyes.
"I haven't seen the scenery here for many years, and it hasn't changed much since then."
General Lister came over and stood behind Tirian: "But after today, there should be big changes."
"...Fifty years ago, the last royalists left the city, the rebels established a new city hall, and I became a rebel. Fifty years later, I came back, and the city was still me.
The way he looked when he left..." Tirian looked at the scenery in the distance and suddenly felt something. "Going round and round, everything seems to be coming back - General Lister, tell me, in the end, our past fifty years...
has no meaning?"
Liszt was silent for a while, seeming to be lost in thought.
However, the confidential secretary walked over from the side and raised his hand to point out the window.