Deep Sea Embers

Eddie took the boat to the Sea Fog, and the undead sailors with terrifying faces looked at him as if watching a rare animal.

This made the confidential secretary feel awkward and even a little creepy.

"I didn't expect you to ask for a person to come," the undead sailor with a swollen body said, with a sigh in his tone, "Our captain can say that three people are allowed on board."

"There is no difference between three people and one person." Eddie shook his head, "If General Tirian allows me to bring the whole team, of course I will take all the advisers and assistants, but he only allows three people...then It’s no different than going by myself.”

"You can lead two soldiers to be more courageous." An undead sailor beside him laughed loudly, and there was a hissing sound from his leaky throat.

"I don't need to be brave, soldiers can't help." Eddie shook his head and said solemnly.

His attitude made the undead sailors feel quite boring, and someone muttered in the boat: "...pretending official."

Moments later, Tirian saw an envoy from the city-state—a man in his thirties and forties who was wearing a tuxedo, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and combing his hair meticulously. He looked as if he was drinking tea in the office just a second ago.

Greasy head and noodles, and came alone.

This surprised the big pirate who had prepared himself, and even felt an awkward feeling of powerlessness—he thought that the first person to board the Shanghai Mist would at least be a military member.

But soon, he probably guessed the intention of the Frost government's arrangement:

The relationship between the Sea Fog Fleet and the city-state is already tense enough. The two sides have been at odds over powder kegs for fifty years. At this sensitive time, it doesn't make sense to send a few more officers over to deal with them—send a clerk over , at least to show a little friendliness.

The clerk was obviously a little nervous.

On the deck of the Seamist, Tirian looked up and down the "city-state diplomat" in front of him. He could clearly distinguish the other party's forced calm eyes and the disordered rhythm of breathing-this gentleman's composure is actually very good. , but it is a pity that his kung fu can deal with ordinary people, but he can't deal with a captain commanding an army of undead.

Tirian could hear every beat of the diplomat's heart.

Eddie was also observing the great pirate in front of him—observing the man who had once defended the city-state, but now almost became the source of horror legends in the hearts of all Frost people.

Tall, strong, silent, majestic, with a single eye that carries the meaning of scrutiny and overlooking, each gaze is like a trial.

In front of this great pirate, it seemed that even breathing became a very strenuous task.

"General Tirian," Eddie tried to take a few deep breaths, straightened himself up, and faced the scrutinizing eyes of the big pirate, "On behalf of Frost City, I would like to extend my greetings to you—I am very glad to be on board this ship. The fabled battleship."

"It's been half a century," Tirian calmly looked at the man in front of him who was a head shorter than himself, "Frost finally mustered up the courage to talk to me?"

Eddie didn't care about the provocation in the other party's words at all, but continued to speak: "I came on a mission-the entanglement between Frost and the Sea Fog Fleet does exist, but that's not what we're going to talk about today, you should know the city-state 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 this title away, it doesn't please me," Tirian glanced at Eddie lightly, and slowly walked to the edge of the ship not far away, "As for what I want to do... Isn't it obvious enough? I am sealing off this dying city-state - preventing your misfortune from spreading to my 'trading partners' on the cold sea."

"Business partner?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this title—they pay the price, and the Sea Fog Fleet protects their safety on the cold sea," Tirian turned around. "Don't you think this is a very good trade relationship?"

The corner of Eddie's mouth trembled a little, but he quickly concealed the change. He glanced at the undead sailors around him, and then slowly walked to 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 want to think so," Tirian said casually, "I don't need you to do anything, as long as you don't mess with me."

Eddie was silent for two seconds, and finally spoke cautiously: "... May I know why you want to help?"

Tirian put his hands on the railing on the edge of the ship's side, without looking back: "The reason is important?"

"I needed a reason, which would reassure my superiors and colleagues."

"Ah, Mr. Eddie, so you actually need a reason to make people feel at ease," Tirian laughed, and he turned his head to look into Eddie's eyes, "Then let me tell you the reason——Father's order That's all."

Eddie froze.

After a while, his expression visibly frightened.

"It seems that you have thought of it, yes, my father's order, you just take it from him 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 is enforcing the will of the Warp," Tirian said cheerfully, "and then they can sleep like babies."

The happy expression on the big pirate's face was very obvious, and Eddie finally realized it—or thought he had realized it, he was relieved immediately, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Your joke is not good at all, Tirian will... Captain, I understand what you mean, and since you don't want to explain, I don't need to ask."

Tirian looked at the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him calmly, and clicked his tongue after a while.

No one believes the truth these days.

But he was still very happy.

It is always a pleasure to watch this serious Frost senior official startled in front of him.

"You can leave, Mr. Eddie," he said politely, "there is no dinner for you on board."

Eddie was obviously stunned for a moment: "Huh? Wait, I still..."

"You still have a lot to ask, such as the plans for the Sea Mist Fleet, things about Dagger Island, the Queen and the Abyss plan, but unfortunately I don't have much to say to Frost," Tirian said. With a calm face, "You have achieved your goal and completed your task. Go back and tell your superiors. If there is anything else to do in the future, you can directly contact me by wireless telegram, so you don't need to send someone—any one We can all receive the open frequency band.”

Eddie was startled, and then immediately reacted, with a hint of joy on his face: "Ah, yes, Captain Tirian, thank you very much for your understanding..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said hurriedly: "Ah, wait, there is one more question, the last question!"

Tirian raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"About... the mysterious light signal you sent to our scout boat before," Eddie said with a slightly embarrassed expression, while choosing his words carefully, "We have been deciphering it for a long time since we went back..."

Tiri quietly watched Mr. Messenger in front of him, until the other person's expression became more and more awkward under his gaze, then he suddenly smiled.

"Sailors have neglected maintenance, and the signal light is out of order."

Eddie: "...?"

Tirian finally laughed happily.

The expression on Eddie's face changed several times, and his hand flicked the buttons on the dress, but gradually, he laughed too, laughing with Tirian.

Tyrian stopped smiling suddenly.

He stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him.

"They've sent a nice guy, Mr. Eddie—I'm almost about to ask you to stay on board for dinner."

"But I have to return to the ship in time." Eddie also stopped laughing and shook his head slowly. "Too many people's nerves are tense, and we can't continue to focus on mutual vigilance and speculation."

Tirian didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand to the side, making a gesture of seeing off the guests.

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 stopped suddenly.

The Frostbringer came to the side of the ship in surprise, looking at the sea below: "...Captain Tirian, what is that?"

"Huh?" Tirian frowned, and looked in the direction of Eddie's finger in doubt.

He saw the thing - it was a shadow.

Below the surface of the sea, where the depth cannot be judged, there is a hazy shadow passing through the vast area between the Sea Fog and several frigates, moving towards the distance at a very fast speed.

The shadow was illusory and transparent, like the reflection of a ship in the water, but he couldn't see any structure on the ship. Tirian stared at it for a long time, but felt that it was... the bottom of a ship.

It was as if there was a ship upside down in the water, sailing below the surface of the water.

Tirian raised his head and looked in the direction the shadow was sailing.

That was the direction Dagger Island used to be.