The old father is concerned about his children's daily life and wants to take a look at what his son is doing at home.
At 12:30 in the evening, my son set up a stage on the snowy island base and watched a dozen girls belly dancing.
The old father was greatly shocked.
Tirian was completely stunned at this moment - to be honest, the horror he felt at this moment and the thoughts of a tsunami in his mind were even greater than when he heard that a "No. 3 Submersible" had appeared near Frost a few days ago.
The pirate captain, who was famous in the Frost Sea, moved to the side stiffly, even trying to block Duncan's sight with this stupid method, but he only saw another wall covered with ice crystals light up next to him. The father's figure walked directly to another mirror and continued to look in the direction of the stage: "Aren't they cold?"
Tirian spoke subconsciously: "....."
...cold, but can be treated with special alchemical potions..."
"Tirion," Duncan turned his gaze and looked at Tirian who had completely stiffened like an ice sculpture, "Don't be so nervous. You are an adult. It is your freedom to have any daily hobbies. However... this hobby is still a little beyond my expectations. Does your sister know?"
"It's not what you think!" Tirian couldn't help but yell again - this time his voice was more helpless and even desperate than before, "Please don't mention it to her, okay? If you have a chance to contact her in the future..."
"Oh, it seems she doesn't know." Duncan nodded. "Indeed, it's better not to let Lucrecia know about this."
Tirian: "What do you want me to say about you..."
Duncan laughed. He could see the expression on Tirian's face, and he heard what he had just said. He just thought it was funny. It was not easy to see such a reaction from the leader of the pirates in the Frigid Sea. It would be a pity to miss such a wonderful scene.
And the moment he saw a smile on Duncan's face, Tirian understood.
He was stunned at first. His father was playing a joke on him, a joke that was a bit nasty but hadn't been played for a long time.
Then, he suppressed his stunned expression and quickly turned serious - as if the previous gaffe had never happened.
"If you've had enough of the fun, let's get down to business," the pirate sighed and said helplessly, "I don't believe you came to visit me late at night just to play a joke on me."
"I encountered a ship," Duncan restrained his expression and said straight to the point, "Obsidian, do you remember this name?"
"The Obsidian?" Tirian frowned at first, and recalled the more famous ships on various routes, but found nothing. But then, the expression on his face changed slightly, "You mean the Obsidian? I only know of one Obsidian, but it should have sunk..."
Just as Duncan expected, no one would know 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 was a ship that sank in a shipwreck, it would leave a deep impression in Tirian's mind.
Because shipwrecks are considered the biggest omen on the vast ocean, captains may not care about other ships, but they will definitely find out the names of the sunken ships, what cargo they carried, what they did, and where they went.
"That's it. The shipwreck that sank six years ago," Duncan nodded. "It reappeared on the sea, and has become a completely strange thing. It is full of inverted and disordered cabin structures, muddy substances with life, and... a 'captain' who looks neither human nor inhuman."
As Duncan finished speaking, Tirian slowly opened his eyes. After a brief thought, the pirate's face was full of surprise and seriousness.
He did not question it, because he knew his father would not lie to him at this time or about this matter.
He would not do such a boring thing. 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's somewhat similar to the situation of 'Submersible No. 3', but more serious. It is a replica that returned from the deep sea, and it's not just the crew inside that has been distorted, but also the ship itself. You participated in the Abyss Project, so I want to hear your judgment."
"My judgment..." Tirian opened his mouth, but then realized something else, "Wait, where did you meet that ship?!"
He suddenly realized that the Obsidian sank near the Frostbite. Theoretically, the "replica" should also float around the Frostbite. How did his father encounter that ship? !
Duncan smiled on the ice.
"Are you high enough?"
"A high enough place?" Tirian looked around, a little confused. "The terrain here is not bad. The whole port area is on high ground..."
"Is there any obstruction 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 that was slightly inclined towards the sea. The main residential facilities of the port were distributed on this slope. The end of the slope was the coast. Several kilometers beyond the coast was the thick fog and turbulence surrounding this secret mother port.
Something flashed in the thick fog.
It was a dark green flame, rising and shining in the fog like a ghost.
Tirian blinked, and a moment later he heard a distant, dim, but certainly not hallucinatory roar.
That was the firing of an old muzzle-loading smoothbore cannon.
"You are in the Frigid Sea..." Tirian felt his muscles tense up, a subtle but pervasive coldness seemed to gradually envelope him. He turned around hesitantly and looked at Duncan on the ice. "You... found this place?"
"It's not easy to find. Your island is surrounded by thick fog and floating ice, and there are turbulent currents. But fortunately, the spirit world is calm and there is a safe route," Duncan laughed.
Don't worry, I won't sail the Lost Homeland directly to your island, as this will make your men nervous - the Lost Homeland will hide in the thick fog beside you."
Tirian thought about it, and suddenly felt that his father's last words seemed even more horrifying - it would be better to drive the Lost Homeland directly to the port!
But he didn't dare to say this in the end.
Because he was worried that when he opened his eyes the next day, he would really see the flagpole of the Lost Homeland standing above the port.
"You look tense and frustrated," Duncan's voice suddenly came, "Am I causing you trouble?"
"No, that's not what I meant!" Tirian said hurriedly, adjusting his expression. "It's just that this happened a little suddenly, and I'm not used to...being with you yet."
He paused for a moment, and before Duncan could speak again, he quickly asked, "Why did you suddenly come to Leng Leng Sea? It shouldn't be just to give me a surprise, right?"
"Something happened," Duncan nodded. "A person who should have been dead for many years suddenly sent a letter from Frostbite, which caught my attention. Soon after I came here, I saw the Obsidian again, which confirmed my guess. Now I suspect that the shadow left by the Abyss Project is stirring beneath Frostbite."
Project Abyss...
A muscle in Tirian's cheek twitched uncontrollably as memories surged through his mind—some from half a century ago, some from more recent times.
The news his father suddenly brought was like a sharp blade that cut open the curtain that had only been slightly opened. Tirian suddenly realized that what was happening was far from as simple as he had imagined.
There is not just one "Submersible No. 3", not just one Dagger Island, and beneath the Frost Deep Sea... not only the Abyss Project is reviving.
"Your suspicion may be correct," he opened his mouth and said with a complicated expression, "There is indeed a problem under the frost.
, the Obsidian you encountered is not an isolated case... Did you know that not long ago, the Frost authorities salvaged something in the offshore area. "
The voice on 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 deserted island called Dagger Island near Frost. The authorities have designated it as a military restricted area, hoping to find out the secret of the clone," Tirian said, shaking his head. "And this is not the only news. Recently, rumors of the resurrection of the dead have spread in the Frost City-State. It is said that the dead have suddenly escaped from their graves, and even people who have been dead or missing for many years have suddenly appeared on the streets of the city. But there is also completely opposite news that they are just ordinary residents of the city-state, and it is the overly nervous church guards who arbitrarily arrest passers-by outside the curfew."
Tirian shrugged.
"It's hard to get information about Dagger Island right now because of the news blockade. I do have some informants on the situation in Frost City-State. According to their reports, there have indeed been many strange things happening in the city-state recently, and there are also unfamiliar faces coming in and out of the city. But as for the resurrection of the dead... I don't think it's very credible."