The old father is concerned about his children's daily life and wants to see what his son is doing at home.
At 12:30 in the evening, my son set up a stage on the ice-covered island base to watch a dozen girls belly dancing.
The old father was greatly shocked.
Tirian was completely confused at this moment - frankly speaking, the horror he felt at this moment and the thoughts of the roaring tsunami in his mind were even more than what he heard a few days ago that there was another "three" popping up near Hanshuang. "submersible".
The famous pirate captain in the cold sea moved stiffly to the side, and even tried to use this stupid method to block Duncan's gaze, but he only saw another wall covered with ice crystals light up next to him. After getting up, my father's figure walked directly to the other mirror and continued to look in the direction of the stage: "Aren't they cold?"
Tirian subconsciously said: "..."
...cold, but can be withstood using a special alchemical potion..."
"Tirion," Duncan turned back and looked at Tirian, who was as stiff as an ice sculpture. "Don't be so nervous. You are an adult already. You are free to have any daily hobbies, but... ··This hobby is somewhat beyond my expectations. Does your sister know about it?"
"It's not what you think!" Tirian couldn't help shouting again - this time it sounded more helpless and even desperate than before, "Don't you ever propose marriage to her? If you If I have the opportunity to contact her in the future..."
"Oh, it seems she doesn't know," Duncan nodded, "Indeed, it's better not to let Lucretia know about this kind of thing."
Tirian: "What do you want me to say about you..."
Duncan laughed. Of course he could see the expression on Tirian's face at this moment, and also heard the other party's yell just now. He just found it interesting - it was not an easy thing to see such a reaction from the number one pirate leader in Lenglie Sea. It would be a pity to miss this wonderful scene.
And the moment he saw a smile on Duncan's face, Tirian understood.
He was stunned at first. His father was joking with himself, a somewhat nasty but long-lost joke.
Immediately afterwards, he stopped his astonished expression and quickly turned serious - as if the gaffe just now had never happened at all.
"If you've seen enough fun, let's get down to business," the big pirate sighed and said helplessly, "I don't believe you came here late at night just to play this kind of joke on me."
"I encountered a ship," Duncan also calmed down the expression on his face and said straight to the point, "Obsidian, do you remember this name?"
"Obsidian?" Tirian frowned at first, recalling the more famous ships currently on various routes, and found that nothing was found, but then, the expression on his face changed slightly, "You mean Obsidian? There is only one Obsidian I know of, but it must have sunk..."
Just as Duncan expected. No one knows the situation of ships in this cold sea better than a pirate leader who has been entrenched in the northern region for half a century, and if it is a ship that sinks due to a shipwreck, it will leave a deep impression on Tirian's heart. .
Because shipwrecks are regarded as the biggest bad omen in the vast sea, captains may not care about other ships, but they will definitely know the names of those sunken ships, what cargo they have loaded, what they have done, and where they have been. place.
"That's it, the sunken ship that has sunk for six years," Duncan nodded. "It reappeared on the sea, and it has turned into a completely strange thing - it is full of upside-down cabin structures, and there is living mud. Matter, and...a 'captain who looks human but not human."
When Duncan finished speaking, Tirian slowly opened his eyes. After a brief thought, the big pirate's face was full of surprise and seriousness.
He did not question it because he knew that his father would not lie to him at this time and on this kind of thing.
He wouldn't do such boring things. But even so, he still felt unbelievable because the development of things had completely exceeded his expectations.
"Does it sound familiar?" Duncan's voice continued to sound from the ice, as if carrying the chill of the cold sea, "It is somewhat similar to the situation of the No. 3 submersible, but more serious. It was a submersible from the deep sea. It is a replica returned from the ship, and it is not only the crew inside that has been distorted, but also the ship itself. You have participated in the Abyss Project, so I want to hear your judgment."
"My judgment..." Tirian opened his mouth, but then he realized something else, "Wait, where did you meet that ship?!"
He suddenly realized that the location where the Obsidian sank was near Hanshuang. In theory, the "replica" should have floated around Hanshuang. How did his father encounter that ship? !
Duncan smiled slightly on the ice.
"Are you in a high enough place?"
"High enough?" Tirian looked around, a little confused, "The terrain here is not bad, the entire port area is on high ground..."
"Is there any obstruction to the view to the southwest?"
"No."
"Oh, look in that direction, wait a moment."
Tirian subconsciously looked towards the southwest of the island - it was a gentle slope with a slight slope towards the sea. The main residential facilities in the port area were distributed on this gentle slope. The end of this gentle slope was the coast, and there were several kilometers beyond the coast. Kilometers are the thick fog and turbulence surrounding this secret home port.
Something flashed in the thick fog.
It was a green fire, rising and shining in the fog like a ghost.
Tirian blinked. After another while, he heard a distant, hazy but definitely not hallucinatory roar.
That was the old muzzle-loading smoothbore cannon firing.
"You are in the cold sea..." Tirian felt that the muscles in his body were a little tense, and a subtle but all-pervasive cold seemed to be gradually shrouding him. He hesitantly turned around and looked at Duncan on the ice. , "You... found this place?"
"It's not easy to find. Your island is surrounded by dense fog, ice floes, and raging ocean currents. But fortunately, the spirit world is calm and there are safe shipping routes." Duncan laughed, "But you can
Heart, I will not drive the Lost Home directly to your island. This will make your subordinates nervous - the Lost Home will be hidden in the thick fog around you. "
Tirian thought for a while, and suddenly felt that his father's last words seemed even more creepy - it would be better to just sail the Lost Home to the port!
But he didn't dare to say this sentence until the end.
Because he was worried that when he opened his eyes the next day, he would really see the flagpole of the Lost Home looming over the port area.
"You look tense and frustrated," Duncan's voice suddenly came, "Have I caused you trouble?"
"Ah, no, that's not what I meant!" Tirian said hurriedly, adjusting his expression while saying, "It's just that things are a bit sudden, and I'm not quite used to getting along with you..."
Having said this, he paused and asked quickly before Duncan spoke again: "Why did you suddenly come to Lengliehai? It's not just to give me a surprise, right?"
"Something happened," Duncan nodded. "A person who was supposed to have been dead for many years suddenly received a letter from Frost, which caught my attention. And soon after I came here, I saw the Obsidian again, which confirmed it. My suspicions have been raised, and now I suspect that the shadow left over from the Submerged Abyss Plan is ready to move beneath the frost.”
The Abyss Plan...
The muscles on Tirian's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and many memories surged in his mind - some from half a century ago, and some that happened recently.
The sudden news brought by his father was like a sharp blade, cutting open the curtain that had only been slightly lifted. Tirian suddenly realized that what was happening was far from simple as he imagined.
Not just a "Submersible No. 3", not just a Dagger Island, but under the frosty deep sea... not only the Abyss Project is resurrecting.
"I'm afraid your suspicion is correct," he opened his mouth and said with a complicated expression, "There is something really wrong under the frost.
, the Obsidian you encountered is not an exception... Did you know? Not long ago, Frost authorities also salvaged something in the offshore area. "
The voice in the ice was silent for a few seconds: "Looking at your expression, I think I guessed what it was."
"Yes, Submersible No. 3, the eighth clone, has now been sent to a desert island called Dagger Island near Frost. The authorities have designated it as a military restricted area and want to understand the secret of the clone. "," Tirian said, shaking his head, "And this is not the only news. Recently, there have been rumors of the resurrection of the dead in the Frost City. It is said that the dead suddenly broke out of their graves, and there were even people who had died and been missing for many years. Suddenly appeared on the streets of the city - but there is completely contrary news that they are just ordinary city-state residents, over-nervous church guards who arrest passers-by at will outside of curfew hours."
Tirian shrugged.
"The information on Dagger Island is difficult to find out now due to the news blockade. I do have some spies on the situation in Frost City State. According to the spies' reports, strange things have been happening in the city-state recently, and there are also strange faces walking in and out of the city. Yes, but to say that the dead are resurrected... I don’t think it’s very credible.”
