Duncan, who was walking into the captain's cabin, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look behind him.
There seemed to be some movement in the direction of the bow deck. From the subtle perception coming from the Lost Home, the movement was caused by Shirley and Agou.
But there's no problem there.
"It's so hard to do homework." Duncan muttered, shook his head, and walked towards the chart.
The goat head that was carefully steering the ship at the edge of the navigation table suddenly made a creaking sound of wood. It turned to look at Duncan, and its two dark obsidian eyes seemed to brighten: "Ah! The great Captain Duncan has arrived at his loyal ship.
Next to me - your harvest today..."
"There are no fish today," Duncan glanced at the goat head. "With the movement before the frost, I'm afraid there won't be any fish here for a while."
The compliment that the goat head had just brewed up was immediately suppressed. The wooden neck creaked and shook twice, and it took a long time to say: "Ah... then at least you have gained a free morning. Today
The sea breeze is comfortable and the sunshine is very good. It is a good day to roam on the sea. If you are interested, we can go near Cold Harbor..."
"I'm not interested. I don't plan to let the Homeless ship get close to any city-state for the time being." Duncan interrupted the goat head who was about to start nagging, and his eyes fell casually on the chart in front of him.
The hazy fog slowly undulated on the chart, and in the mist, another clear route was marked. It was the route marked by the Lost Home Number as it headed north, and it symbolized the Lost Home Number.
Around the shadow of the ship, you can see the shadow representing the frost, as well as the Sea Mist exuding a faint green fire.
The latter is currently docked at the edge of Frost City.
"It looks pretty quiet over there on the Seamist..." Duncan's eyes fell on the projection of the Seamist, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up a little, as if he thought of something pleasant, "It seems to be going well."
"Going well? Captain, I feel like you have another great plan?" The goat head immediately became energetic when he heard this, stretching his neck in the direction of the chart while making noises, "What's your plan? Is it to subvert the weak man?"
city-state? Or take the opportunity to completely recover the Sea Mist that left the fleet without permission? As expected of you, you are planning more than just..."
Duncan glanced at the goat head silently: "Do you only have these ideas of robbing families and plotting subversion in your heart? Aren't there some positive possibilities?"
The goat head thought for a moment and changed his words: "Are you going to personally help Frost reorganize order and survive this difficulty? Or are you going to guide Tirian out of his current disgraceful rebellious status and bring him back to the right and great path?
superior?"
Duncan immediately looked at this guy with a strange look: "How did you come up with this?"
"Captain, maybe you haven't noticed, but I still have some observation skills, and after spending this time together, I am getting to know you better," the goat head slowly turned its neck, and the dark eyes could not be revealed.
It showed no emotion, but its tone obviously had a hint of pride and relaxation, "You will not leave Hanshuang alone today - unlike Plande, Hanshuang was more seriously damaged in this disaster, really
If you leave it alone, big trouble will happen, and you..."
It suddenly stopped here, as if it was looking for the right words. After a moment, it continued unhurriedly: "And you are full of humanity."
Duncan didn't speak for a while, but calmly stared at the goat's head's eyeballs, which were so dark that they seemed to be able to swallow light. After a long time, he broke the silence softly: "My observation skills are very keen."
The goat head hesitated for a moment, and suddenly there was a rattling sound in his neck: "This, this, this... this sounds like he is about to be silenced..."
Duncan laughed and shook his head slightly: "Look, you still don't know me well enough - I don't mind people with keen observation. This can save me a lot of trouble."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and didn't care about the goat's head's subsequent reaction. He stood up and looked at the simple round mirror not far away.
Gloomy flames rose quietly in his eyes, and the mirror surface became deep and dark. In the calm and spreading light and shadow, Tirian's hurried figure gradually became clear.
"Good morning, Tirian, I hope I didn't disturb your rest," Duncan looked calmly at the "big pirate" who was obviously trotting over in the mirror, with a smile on his lips, "How was your rest last night?"
Tirian in the mirror was obviously a little nervous. He took several deep breaths before calming down, with a stiff smile on his lips: "Father...Father, good morning, I was just looking for you - oh, I had a good rest last night.
, thank you for your concern."
"You talk to me too far away, so there's no need to be so nervous." Duncan adjusted his sitting posture and looked at the figure in the mirror with a half-smile. "Why, did that posture scare you before?"
"No...no!" Tirian immediately sat up straight, like a student who was suddenly called up in class, "I just have a little more respect for you..."
"Okay, I just want you to relax a little - no matter what posture you are in, you shouldn't be so nervous," Duncan shook his head, "You said you were looking for me? What's the matter?"
Tirian hesitated for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts and considering how to speak. After a moment, he hesitated and said: "It's about the frost. I don't know how to explain it to you, but they seem to want to..."
The big pirate was a little stuck, as if he was not sure whether he should say certain things, but at this moment, Duncan's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his next words: "Let me guess, what will you do next?"
Identity - General of the Frost City State? Senior executive of the city hall? Or... they simply made you the consul?"
Tirian, who was struggling with how to choose words and sentences, was suddenly stunned and raised his head in surprise.
"How could you..."
"It's very simple, because this is what I suggested - let the sea fog fleet enter the city," Duncan said calmly, "otherwise, do you think there are other factors that can make the chaotic city hall act so quickly and unify its views?
——You know their business procedures."
The expression on Tirian's face became visibly exciting, and there was quite a feeling of "I've been scratching my head all night, thinking about life and future results, and I was shocked to find out that my father is a happy man" was brewing in his eyes, but he looked in front of him.
He opened his mouth several times in the mirror, but in the end he didn't dare to express the less respectful thoughts in his mind. He just looked at Duncan with a tangled and puzzling look: "Why are you doing this..."
"It's simple, because Frost needs you, and you need Frost," Duncan put away the smile that belonged to a happy man, and turned to look at Tirian with a serious expression, "From the inside, the chaos of that city
The situation needs a strong enough force to calm and appease. From the outside, the Frost Navy has suffered heavy losses, and the entire city-state is in urgent need of strong protection. So who else has both strong skills and management experience and a strong team?
Where is the fleet?"
Duncan adjusted his position slightly, leaned forward, and looked into Tirian's eyes.
"It looks like you've accepted their invitation, and like I said, Frost needs you—and you need it too."
There seemed to be a hint of dodge in Tirian's eyes: "I've been a pirate enough for fifty years, so it would be good to change my lifestyle."
"Tell the truth."
"...After all, you personally protected that place. I don't want to see your hard work go to waste..."
"Tell the truth."
"I appreciate the tenacity shown by the Frost people - they did not flinch in the face of disaster, even when you did not help, they never surrendered. I admit, I don't want these people to suffer in the days to come.
."
Duncan didn't speak, just looked at Tirian quietly.
Tirian shrugged: "On the other hand, I don't want to see the place that Her Majesty Le Nora once protected fall into a long and stagnant dark age."
Duncan still said nothing.
"Okay..." Tirian finally sighed, looking helpless, "All of the above."
"Very good, be a frank person, especially in front of me," Duncan withdrew his gaze and relaxed his posture again, "So, what is your current identity?"
"They asked me to be the consul," Tirian twitched his lips with a complex expression, "and even... came up with a lot of plans that had been prepared long ago."
Duncan didn't speak for a while, seeming to have fallen into a brief thought. After a few seconds, he breathed out softly: "A little more courageous than I expected."
Tirian hesitated for a moment, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Do you have any suggestions for me?"
"Why are you asking for my advice?" Duncan laughed, "You have followed the Frost Queen, commanded the Sea Mist Fleet for fifty years, and dealt with every city-state on the cold sea.
What advice can I give you on the matter of 'serving as a consul'?"
"I just want to hear your opinion."
Duncan pondered, and after a brief thought, he spoke softly: "Then do your best and do your best - in this cold world, there are very few things that people can rely on."
"……I see."
"Well," Duncan responded casually, then suddenly turned his head and glanced at the chart next to him, "Also, there is one more thing."
Upon hearing this, Tirian's expression quickly changed: "Please give me your instructions."
Duncan looked at the chart, looking at the position where it almost overlapped with the Sea Mist, and the phantom of the White Oak was quickly emerging.
He turned his head and glanced at Tirian with a smile: "Stand still and hold on tight later."
Tirian was stunned: "Ah?"
Duncan waved his hand and casually dispersed the flames in the mirror. The moment the flames dissipated, Tirian's vague exclamation came from the other side of the mirror——