Deep Sea Embers

Tyrian entered the meeting place.

There is no gentle music that symbolizes the upper class, and it is not in any high-end and luxurious banquet hall. This is just a living room under the Port Authority, and the reception staff are several representatives of the military—a few faces, He still has some impressions.

Have dealt with in recent years.

Liszt stood up and faced the "big pirate" who entered the room.

"I'm sorry, our conditions are limited at this time," the defense commander stretched out his hand, apologetic in his tone, "In a hurry, we can only prepare for this kind of reception."

Tirian didn't immediately respond to the other party's handshake, but raised his head and looked around—a few representatives in Frost Navy uniforms stood behind Liszt, their expressions on their faces were quite natural, but the rest of the entourage He and his attendants are obviously not so relaxed. Some people are secretly looking at the undead people who walked into the room together, and some are pretending to be calm and turn their eyes to other places, but there is only one thing in common: apart from the tension in their eyes, they can't hide it. exhausted.

Tirian laughed and reached out to shake Liszt's hand.

"That's fine—if you really have a big dinner party for me at this time, and even find a few violin players to mess around, then there's no need for us to talk."

Feeling the strength from the hand of the "Steel Lieutenant General" in front of him, the expression on Liszt's face twitched slightly, and then he withdrew his hand, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "You have prejudice against us, but in the real situation you In fact, we know—we just have different positions, but as soldiers, today’s Frost Navy is still the same as you were back then, and will firmly defend our city-state.”

"Yes, I know, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes. If it weren't for this, I would never accept your invitation, General," Tirian smiled, glanced at the badge on Liszt's chest, and said "General" There was a slight pause when he was given the title, then he shook his head, and said as he walked towards the center of the room, "Let's stop here, I know what time it is now, we can talk about this city, about the future, Or—if you have the courage, talk about my father."

"Your father..." Liszt sat down on the sofa. When he heard the last sentence from the other party, his body stiffened obviously. In the next second, the scene that was enough to make all Frost people remember their lives reappeared. In his mind—the giant reflected from the boundless sea, the eyes that opened in the clouds like two suns, and the mirrored city-state that was torn and stripped from the city, and burned to ashes in the hands of the giant.

A kind of trembling from the soul was surging, Liszt forcibly suppressed his own memories, and looked at the big pirate sitting opposite him with lingering fear.

"So, that's really your father, the one who returned from the subspace..." He hesitated to speak, and he seemed to get nervous every time he uttered a word, as if just talking and mentioning it like this would make him An indescribable gaze was drawn to him, "It was he who shot at the last moment...but that gesture never appeared in..."

"It will appear in the records from now on," Tirian shrugged, "General Lister, congratulations, Frost will be the first city-state to witness and record this event."

Speaking of this, he paused, and asked with concern: "I'm curious, how is the atmosphere in the city now, especially how do you guys think about this matter?"

"Tension and fear still prevail in the city and I must admit it was a difficult night for everyone - the disaster ended, but in a way that most people couldn't understand and deeply shuddered, many of them I'm guessing what the existence that descended on the sea at the end is, but I think...if they really know, the panic may be even worse," Liszt said with a sigh, "The city hall is also sorting out After a lot of information and clues, I dared to guess that it was your father—don’t blame us for being slow, that scene was too shocking, and anyone would have to hesitate for a long time.”

"I can understand," Tirian sighed, with a subtle expression on his face, "He never told me that before, and I was just as shocked as you are at the time."

Liszt looked at the big pirate in front of him, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. It was uncontrollable curiosity mixed with instinctive nervousness when facing unknown fears. He couldn't help but imagine that this "son of Duncan" "How on earth would he communicate with his terrible father? How did their father and son decide to help Frost? The shadow who returned from the subspace... how does he view the present world?

"I want to ask," the general who was promoted from the front line couldn't help but said, "Your father, has he...really regained his humanity as rumored?"

When Tirian heard this, he looked surprised: "Isn't he human at all?"

The giant standing in the sky suddenly appeared in Liszt's mind, and a scene of a city-state being burned to ashes and crushed into powder by the giant's hands emerged. He opened his mouth and brewed a bellyful of offensive words, but he didn't dare to say a word. speak out.

After holding back for a long time, the Frost General only said sullenly: "I believe that he does have a human heart now..."

Tirian laughed: "I also believe that what you said came from the heart."

After finishing speaking, the Leng Lie Hai pirate picked up the red wine glass on the coffee table, and solemnly raised it to Liszt: "Let us toast to this mutual trusting friendship."

Liszt: "..."

The Frost General raised his glass, clinked it with Tirian with a stiff smile, took a sip and put it down again: "Then may I ask what you and your father want to do next?"

Tirian looked extraordinarily calm: "I don't know."

Liszt's eyes widened immediately: "You don't know?"

"He hasn't told me yet," Tirian spread his hands, but there was an uncontrollable happy smile in his eyes. He has been fighting wits and courage with the Frost Navy for half a century, but only this "friendly conversation" tonight is the most important thing. Make him happy, "Originally I came here only because of my father's order, and then I participated in the battle only to protect the city that Her Majesty Queen Le Nora once protected. I never thought about the plan after this. Let's see how my father feels next."

Liszt subconsciously said: "Then how can we contact your father?"

Tirian raised his eyelids with a half-smile: "...Do you really want to get in touch? Then let me tell you a ritual..."

"Ah, that's not necessary," Liszt suddenly felt his back tense, and quickly waved his hands, "I just mentioned it casually."

"When talking about 'him', it's best not to have the habit of mentioning it casually, because you never know when 'he' will really pay attention to you," Tirian said, his expression suddenly changed subtly , seemed to think of some unpleasant memories, so he immediately shook his head, looked at Liszt and changed his tone in a relaxed tone, "Relax, young man, I was just joking with you, you are all too tense, This is the first time the Sea Fog Fleet has 'come home' after fifty years, shouldn't we have a relaxed atmosphere like meeting family?"

young people……

The corner of Liszt's mouth seemed to tremble, but he immediately restrained the embarrassment, and then his expression became serious: "General Tirian, then I will not hide it, frankly... Frost is now facing trouble."

"I know, we just worked it out."

"No, I'm not talking about the vision invasion... That invasion was not a trouble, but a disaster. Now that the disaster is over, the follow-up troubles will follow. Now the order of Frost is shaky, even if this night is safe Over time, we still have to solve a lot of problems such as public security, supplies, and maritime safety..."

"What does that have to do with me?" Tirian leaned back on the sofa, looking calmly into Liszt's eyes, "I'm a rebel—I don't understand these things."

Before Liszt could say what he said, he was choked back by Tirian's attitude.

However, after a few seconds of embarrassment, he quickly sorted out his emotions, and opened his mouth again as if he wanted to say something.

But a rhythmic knock on the door suddenly interrupted what he wanted to say.

The door of the living room opened, and an elegant man in a well-dressed gown, with meticulously combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses walked into the room.

"I hope my coming is not too abrupt." With a gentle smile on his face, the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses greeted the host and guest in the room, then walked straight to the reception table, "Can I join?"

"Oh, Mr. Confidential Secretary," Tirian looked at the young man who appeared in the room for a moment, and suddenly recalled him, with a smile on his face, "I know your glasses—and your hairstyle."

Liszt looked at the confidential secretary and quickly asked, "What's the news from the city hall?"

The confidential secretary nodded and replied softly, "It's the city hall."

Tirian on the side spoke: "Let me make a statement first, I am not interested in your city hall resolution - we are rebels..."

Before he finished speaking, the well-dressed confidential secretary suddenly turned his face, and while putting a document on the coffee table, he looked into Tirian's eyes: "Then is there another possibility?"

He paused, pushed the document over, and spoke softly——

"The Tirian Archon has reached the frost of his loyalty."