Eddie got on the boat heading to the Sea Mist, and those undead sailors with terrifying faces looked at him up and down as if they were watching a rare animal.
This made the confidential secretary feel awkward and even a little creepy.
"I didn't expect you to ask for one person to come," the swollen undead sailor said with a sigh in his tone, "Our captain can say that three people are allowed to board the ship."
"There is no difference between three people and one person," Eddie shook his head. "If General Tirian allows me to bring the entire team, of course I will bring all the advisers and assistants, but he only allows three people... then It’s no different than going alone.”
"You can lead two soldiers to strengthen your courage." An undead sailor laughed loudly beside him, and a hissing sound came from his throat.
"I don't need to be brave, the soldiers can't help." Eddie shook his head and said seriously.
His attitude made the undead sailors feel quite bored. Someone on the boat muttered: "...pretentious official."
A moment later, Tirian saw the envoy from the city-state—a man in his thirties or forties wearing a formal dress, gold-rimmed glasses, and meticulously combed hair. He looked as if he was drinking tea in the office just a second ago.
Youtoufennian, and I came alone.
This surprised the well-prepared pirate, and he even felt an awkward feeling that his power was useless—he thought that the first person to board the Sea Fog would be at least a military personnel.
But soon, he roughly guessed the intention of the frost authority's arrangement: the relationship between the Sea Mist Fleet and the city-state was already tense enough. The two sides had been facing off on a powder keg for fifty years. At this sensitive time, , there is no point in sending a few more officers to deal with them - sending a clerk here can at least show a hint of friendliness.
The clerk was obviously a little nervous.
On the deck of the Seamist, Tirian looked up and down at the "city-state diplomat" in front of him. He could clearly distinguish the forced calmness in his eyes and the disordered rhythm in his breathing - this gentleman was actually very good at calming down. , but unfortunately, his skill can deal with ordinary people, but he cannot deal with a captain who controls the undead army.
Tirian could even hear every heartbeat of the diplomat.
Eddie was also observing the big pirate in front of him - observing the man who once defended the city-state, but now has become the source of terrifying legends in the hearts of almost all Frost people.
Tall, strong, silent, majestic, his one eye carries the meaning of inspection and overlooking, and every look is like a judgment.
In front of this big pirate, even breathing seemed to be a very laborious task.
"General Tirian," Eddie took two deep breaths, stood up straight, and faced the big pirate's scrutinizing eyes. "On behalf of the Frost City State, I would like to send my greetings to you - I am very happy to be aboard this ship. The legendary battleship."
"It's been half a century," Tirian looked calmly at the man in front of him who was a head shorter than him. "Has Frost finally got up the courage to talk to me?"
Eddie didn't care about the provocation in the other party's words at all, and just continued to speak: "I came with a mission - the dispute between the Frost and Sea Mist fleets does exist, but that is not what we are going to talk about today. You should know that the city-state With the trouble we are encountering now, we just want to know the purpose of the Sea Mist Fleet—General Tirian, what do you want and what do you want to do?"
"General... put away this title, it doesn't make me happy." Tirian glanced at Eddie lightly and slowly walked towards the edge of the ship's side not far away, "As for what I want to do... isn't it obvious enough? I am sealing off this city-state that is about to fall - to prevent your disaster from spreading and harming my trading partners on the cold sea."
"Business partner?"
"I think there's nothing wrong with the title - they pay the price, and the Sea Mist Fleet protects them on the cold seas," Tirian turned back, "Don't you think this is a very good trade relationship?"
Eddie's mouth trembled slightly, but he quickly concealed this change. He looked at
After glancing at the undead sailors around him, he slowly walked towards Tirian: "You mean... you just want to help Frost control this crisis?"
"It's a bit pretentious to understand, but it doesn't matter if you think so," Tirian said casually, "I don't need you to do anything, as long as you don't cause trouble for me."
Eddie was silent for two seconds and finally spoke cautiously: "...Can I know why you want to help?"
Tirian put his hands on the guardrail at the edge of the ship and did not look back: "Is the reason important?"
"I need a reason, which can make my superiors and colleagues feel more at ease."
"Ah, Mr. Eddie, so you actually need a reason to reassure people," Tirian laughed, he turned his head and looked into Eddie's eyes, "Then I will tell you the reason - father's order. That’s all.”
Eddie was stunned.
After a moment, his expression became visibly horrified.
"It seems that you have thought of, yes, my father's order, you just think it came from the subspace. He asked me to send troops to surround your poor little city-state - so go back and tell your superiors, Hai The Mist Fleet executes the will of the Warp," Tirian said cheerfully, "and then they can have the sleep of a baby."
The happy expression on the big pirate's face was very obvious. Eddie finally reacted - or thought he reacted. He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Your joke is not good at all. General Tirian... Captain, I understand what you mean. Since you don’t want to explain more, I don’t have to ask.”
Tirian looked steadily at the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him, then clicked his tongue after a moment.
These days no one believes you if you tell the truth.
But he was still in a very happy mood.
It is always a pleasure to watch this serious senior official of Hanshuang being surprised in front of him.
"You can leave now, Mr. Eddie," he said politely, "there is no dinner for you on the ship."
Eddie was obviously stunned for a moment: "Huh? Wait, I still..."
"You still have many things to ask, such as the next plan of the Sea Mist Fleet, such as things about Dagger Island, such as the Queen and the Submerged Abyss Plan back then, but unfortunately I don't have much to say to Hanshuang," Tirian With a calm face, he said, "You have achieved your goal and completed your mission. Go back and tell your superiors. If anything happens again, you can contact them directly by wireless telegraph without sending someone - any one With the open frequency band, we can all receive it.”
Eddie was startled, then immediately reacted, with a hint of joy on his face: "Ah, okay, Captain Tirian, thank you very much for your understanding..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then hurriedly said: "Ah, wait, there is one more question, the last question!"
Tirian raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
"About...the mysterious light signal you sent to our reconnaissance boat before," Eddie looked a little embarrassed and said while thinking about his words, "We have been deciphering it for a long time after we went back..."
Ti Rui quietly stared at the Mr. Messenger in front of him. It wasn't until the other person's expression became more and more awkward under his gaze that he suddenly smiled.
"The sailors neglected to maintain it, and the signal light just malfunctioned."
Eddie: "...?"
Tirian finally laughed happily.
The expression on Eddie's face changed several times as he brushed his hands over the buttons of his dress, but gradually he started to laugh too, laughing along with Tirian.
Tirian suddenly stopped smiling.
He reached out and patted the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him on the shoulder.
"They sent a very nice man here, Mr. Eddy—I almost want to invite you to stay on the ship for dinner."14
"But I must return to the ship in time." Eddie stopped laughing and slowly shook his head. "Too many people's nerves are tense. We can't continue to focus on vigilance and speculation about each other.
. "
Tirian didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand to the side as a farewell gesture.
Eddie also nodded slightly, then adjusted his dress and tie, and prepared to walk to the ladder on the other side of the deck.
But at this moment, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
The Frostbringer came to the side of the ship in surprise and looked at the sea below: "...Captain Tirian, what is that?"
"Huh?" Tirian frowned and looked in the direction of Eddie's finger in confusion.
He saw the thing - it was a shadow.
Below the sea surface, where the depth cannot be judged, there is a hazy shadow passing through the vast area between the Sea Fog and several frigates, moving into the distance at a very fast speed.
The shadow was illusory and transparent, like the reflection of a ship in the water, but no structure on the ship could be seen clearly. Tirian stared at the thing for a long time, but he only felt that it seemed to be... the bottom of a ship. .
It was as if there was a boat upside down in the water, sailing beneath the water.
Tirian raised his head and looked in the direction where the shadow was sailing.
That was the direction where Dagger Island once stood.
Guards, "But based on what we've tested so far, everything is fine here."
"Yes," the manager showed a somewhat forced smile, "Every link here has alarm devices to detect possible blasphemy contamination. There are also three resident priests in the treatment center, and they will also test water samples every day... …”
"Resident priest?" Agatha seemed to suddenly think of something and turned her head, "How many resident priests did you just say there are here?"
"Three...three," perhaps because Agatha's tone suddenly became a little scary, the manager stuttered subconsciously, "Is there any problem?"
"You can only have two priests here - there are strict regulations on the number of resident priests in municipal facilities at all levels. Where can you get the third one?"
The manager's expression was stunned for a moment, and then a layer of blood visible to the naked eye appeared on his forehead.
Sweating, nervousness and fear appeared in his eyes.
Upon seeing this, Agatha immediately raised her cane and put it on the other person's shoulder, forcing the "fear" from his mind. At the same time, she said with a serious expression: "Listen, you must stay calm next - go and get all the people stationed there. The priests are all here, just say that the gatekeepers need to know more about the situation and don’t show other emotions, do you understand?”
The manager's mood quickly calmed down a lot, but there was still some tension left. He nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Ming... understand... I'll go right away."
Agatha nodded and put away her cane, but when the other party was about to leave, she remembered something and quickly said, "Wait, not just the resident priest - call everyone."
The manager turned around and was startled: "Everyone?"
"Everyone," Agatha repeated in a deep voice, and then asked worriedly, "Since yesterday
Hajime, has anyone left this processing center? "
"No!" the manager replied immediately. "When we received the order, it was exactly fifteen minutes before the shift change. Everyone who worked here stayed."
"Very well, bring them all - just say it's a necessary inspection, be more relaxed and don't arouse suspicion, and go ahead."
The balding manager turned around and walked away quickly, calming down his emotions as he walked. Agatha stood motionless by the buffer pool until she watched the other person disappear behind a door not far away. Only then did she raise her hand to signal to the surrounding guards who had noticed the movement.
The nearby black-clothed guards immediately took action, placing hidden runes in the open space around the buffer pool, sprinkling essential oils and crushed incense powder at intersections and pipes, and standing in specific positions to make a still. Inspecting what the facility looks like.
Agatha raised her cane while the guards were moving, and slowly drew a triangular outline with a side length of about two meters around the area where she was standing, and then stood in the center of the triangle.
He leaned on his cane with both hands and waited calmly.
Not long after, footsteps came from the direction of the gate. The manager returned to the factory where the buffer pool was located, and a large group of people followed him.
Among them were three priests wearing robes of the Church of Death and wearing holy symbols.
More than a dozen processing center employees came to Agatha under the leadership of the manager. They lined up in a loose line and nervously greeted the "gatekeeper" in front of them. The three resident priests came from the side of the line. Come forward and salute Agatha in accordance with the etiquette and status of the clergy of the Church of Death.
Agatha ordered the three priests to spread out, and then her eyes slowly swept across all the faces.
She sensed a sense of inconsistency.
