Deep Sea Embers

After nightfall, Xiaoxue fluttered up from the ground again. In the foggy night background, most of the cold brilliance of the creation of the world was blocked by the clouds. Only a few patches of chaotic light diffused through the gaps in the clouds, and there was gas in the streets and alleys. The lights came on one after another, reflecting the fluttering snowflakes in midair, showing a quiet atmosphere different from that of Prand.

Fan Na stood in front of the narrow window, stared at the night scene outside for a while, and sighed: "I think they must have not sent the money - and by this time a group of experts should have been summoned to decipher the information you left in the letter. The 'secret number'."

Duncan turned his head: "As for such an exaggeration?"

Fan Na turned her head and looked seriously at her current temporary boss: "...Did you write down in the letter what that string of numbers is for?"

"I didn't write it, but isn't this the standard format for a report letter?" Duncan said confidently, "Just attach the account number directly at the end of the report letter, and the city hall will make a payment. This is the case with Prand. And I heard that many places I will deliberately not write more notes in front of the account to show subtlety and euphemism—I think I should be more euphemistic.”

Fan Na stared at Duncan fixedly, and after a long time, she couldn't help but sigh again: "Ah..."

Duncan thought about it for a while, but when it came to this, he felt a bit of B in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little more embarrassed in his tone: "It seems that it is not easy for them to understand?"

Fan Na's tone was exhausted: "It's good that you can understand."

Duncan lowered his head and thought about it carefully: "...Isn't it good to go back and write a second letter now?"

"You...you should hope that they can understand the purpose of that report letter as soon as possible." Fan Na couldn't help rubbing the center of her brows, she felt that she had once again discovered something unexpected about Captain Duncan, this powerful and terrifying The captain... so he also has such a distinct and interesting personality?

Duncan didn't care what Fan Na was feeling, but asked seemingly casually: "You sent Annie back today, is her family okay?"

Fanna nodded immediately: "Everything in Annie's house is normal, there is no sign of being corrupted by extraordinary visions, and there are no traces of oblivion cultists nearby, and there are no suspicious people in the surrounding residents. Mrs. Belloni...is our current landlord lady , looks like a..."

"Stop, stop," Duncan waved his hand quickly without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "I'm asking you about her family situation and living conditions, and I didn't ask you to report according to the process of investigating heresy, so that occupational diseases can be controlled."

Fan Na was taken aback, and immediately came to her senses, coughing dryly: "Cough, I'm sorry, I'm a little... used to my job. Everything is fine there, although I just stayed for a while and talked to Ms. Belloni, but It can be roughly judged that after all, six years have passed, and their mother and daughter have walked out of the shadow of the year.

"Now Annie is studying in the city-state public school. In addition to renting out the house to earn income, Ms. Belloni also has some clerical work to support the family. After all, they are the family of a captain. The Frost authorities also treat such survivors. Take care of them, this is the same as other city-states. In general...don't worry about their situation."

Duncan listened silently and nodded.

Fan Na hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "You don't mind Annie telling the story here...... Is this really good? Maybe it won't be long before the cemetery guard will know that you are just like this." Live generously in the city, and then the matter will be reported immediately to the cathedral, and the gatekeepers and bishops will be alarmed."

"And then?" Duncan turned his head and asked calmly.

"Then... will there be some trouble?" Fanna said, but under Duncan's gaze, her tone suddenly became a little unconfident, "The intervention of the city-state authorities may..."

"How will they interfere with us? Will they send a team of guards to arrest people?" Duncan laughed, "Or will the gatekeeper come forward and talk to me? As for me, what do I care about them? Yes Worried about exposure? Or about hostile actions by the authorities?"

As Duncan said, he spread his hands.

"I didn't bring the Lost Home again."

Fan Na opened her mouth. She always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, but she didn't think of how to deal with the captain's calm words. After holding back for a long time, she could only say: "How do I feel? Might that be fun?"

"right."

Fanna: "..."

Duncan smiled, and turned his eyes to the night outside the window again. He didn't pay attention to the expression on the face of the lady judge next to him, who suddenly became wonderful, but after silently enjoying the night scene for a few minutes, he suddenly said casually: " Fan Na, why do I suddenly feel that you are becoming less and less like a judge—under normal circumstances, when you mention the church and authorities of a certain city-state, shouldn’t your first reaction be a reliable ally?"

The corners of Fan Na's mouth visibly trembled, as if thousands of words were surging in her heart, but in the end she didn't utter a single word.

At the same time, outside the Frost City-State, on the boundless night sky, a huge fleet was slowly slowing down and cruising at a low speed amid the freezing fog and surrounding ice floes.

The majestic steel prow of the Sea Fog stands in the darkness, the glow from the navigation lights from the side illuminates one corner of it, and nearby lights from the side of the ship illuminate the dark sea surface, on the sea surface Among the sparkling waves, there are faintly visible fluctuations of reflection.

It was finely crushed ice floe.

On this cold sea, all captains have heard such a sentence——

When the mist breaks out suddenly and ice floes emerge from the mist and gradually imprison your ship like chains, get ready, the Seamist is coming.

The Seafog is here now, and the whole Seafog fleet is here.

Tirian stood on the high bridge, looking out through the wide windows into the distance.

At the current distance, it is actually impossible to see the Frost City State directly - but in the dark background, he can still see a little light floating there, that is the direction of the City State.

The Sea Mist Fleet is actually heading for Dagger Island, and Tirian himself has no intention of landing on the Frost Island—but for the Frost people who have been nervous for half a century, all this makes no difference, as long as "steel The appearance of the flag of "Lieutenant General" on the nearby sea is enough for them to sleep and eat.

He could almost imagine that the defenders of that city-state were in a hurry at the moment.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and the first mate Aiden came to Tirian. The rough-faced bald man looked quite happy: "Captain, the Sea Crow and the Fjord have led their frigates to leave. After arriving at the predetermined location two hours later and blocking the route, the ship of the Sea Mist has already lifted the blackout—those Frostmen will not be able to sleep well all night today.”

Tirian nodded, with a slight smile on his face, his eyes swept across the sea around the Seamist.

In the darkness, the entire Boundless Sea remained silent, only the Sea Fog, which was lifted from the blackout, floated here, as eye-catching as a gas lamp in the dark night.

Under normal circumstances, night-flying warships on military missions are subject to light control. Unnecessary lighting will reveal their position, and it is easy to cause confusion when friendly parties identify light signals-but the Haiwu is so generous He put himself out in a convenient way, showing his existence to Frost as if provocative.

Tirian was not at all worried that this would irritate Frost's city-state navy, let alone the so-called misfire incident.

In this world, except for the Lost Homeland, no one can defeat the "living ship" of the Sea Fog in a night battle. On the other hand... If the Frost Navy is really stupid enough to take the initiative today, hide The other six warships in the waters around the Sea Fog will immediately teach them how to behave.

Of course, Tirian's high-profile behavior here is not just to provoke Frost like a vent, but his more important purpose is to complete what his father told him——

Let the Frost City-State become tense, the more tense the better, it is best for them to directly block the entire Frost Island and prohibit all air routes from entering and leaving.

Judging from the situation observed so far, this goal should have been achieved - the garrison navy of the Frost City-State has blocked the port and sent a signal to the surrounding city-states to suspend shipping.

Everything is going according to father's plan.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a nearby copper pipe, and Aiden walked over immediately, chatted with a certain post on the opposite side of the copper pipe, and then returned to Tirian with a smile on his face. : "Captain, the Frostman seems to be restless—a small boat appeared on the nearby sea."

Tirian raised his eyebrows: "A small boat?"

"Yes, it looks unarmed, and it is actively turning on three yellow and one white signal lights. It seems that I am afraid of causing any misunderstanding," Aiden said. Perform observation missions under the conditions."

"Observation... It's okay, at least there is still some concentration," Tirian shrugged, "Let it observe, if it gets too close, it will fire a warning."

"Yes." Aiden took the order immediately, but before he turned around, Tirian suddenly stopped him again: "Wait."

"What else do you want?"

"Show them the light signal," said Tirian.

"Light signal?" Aiden was slightly taken aback, "What is it?"

The corners of Tirian's mouth curled up, but this great pirate with a reputation on the cold sea had a mischievous smile on his face at the moment: "Content? What content do you want--a flash."

Aiden: "...huh?"

"Let the signaler flash casually," Tirian touched his chin, and said happily, "Give Frost's expert consultants a little century-old problem."

A smile visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on Aiden's face, and even his bald head seemed to shine brightly.

"Yes, Captain!"