The cold atmosphere in the room seemed to subside a little, and the living people who were shivering from the cold finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But Tirian still did not respond to the series of "suggestions" put forward by the confidential secretary. He just stared calmly at the things on the table, and it seemed like a century had passed.
When everyone was almost overwhelmed by the silence, he finally raised his head and said, "This is the wisdom of maintaining order. I believe that this wisdom played a big role half a century ago."
"You should know how far the Frost had reached back then," the confidential secretary's eyes did not evade, "Great people will do many great things, but the mistakes they make can be as fatal as their great achievements - in order to control the situation, there are some things we have to do. General Tirian, I have studied history, in fact... I personally always think that Her Majesty Lenora is a great ruler, but this cannot cover up the mess after the failure of the Abyss Plan."
"Yes, you have studied history - and I have lived it," Tirian said calmly. "We both know what happened back then, so I have no intention of criticizing you. To be fair, you have kept the Frost at bay for at least another half century."
The tense nerves of the confidential secretary finally seemed to relax a little. He subconsciously leaned forward and said, "So, you mean to agree..."
Tirian said nothing, but just put his hands on the documents, applying a little force.
The power of extreme cold permeated the paper, and the tiny ice crystals quickly dissolved and became complete. With a rustling sound, these records that were enough to leave a heavy mark in history turned into debris.
The confidential secretary's eyes narrowed instantly, and General Lister, who had been speaking at the side, couldn't help but exclaimed: "You are..."
"What you want is those," Tirian raised his head and looked at the frostman opposite him, "What you want is the real record - whether there is any problem outside this mine, how the cultists infiltrated the city-state, who is not responsible and who is not responsible, and the real ruling trajectory of Governor Winston - considering the latter situation of "quickly restoring order", give you the most authentic first-hand information.
"This part of the Secular Order... I think your father will find a way."
Tirian paused suddenly and looked up at the window.
I was firm for two seconds, as if I had made up my mind, before I continued, "To be honest, the situation outside the city will be very bad. A small amount of infrastructure may have to be shut down for a while, plus the pollution caused by this "mud", the fuel supply will be greatly divided, food distribution will also be a problem, public security will deteriorate, and there is no public outrage caused by this. You must find a way to divert the public's attention. Diverting it to the next government and consul is the least effective way..."
"It is related, but it is indeed better for special people to discuss less about things that are not related to 'me'. Just consider it for the sake of physical and mental weakness. Let you start that topic." Tirian waved his hand and quickly changed the subject.
"As long as the remaining forces of the City Hall can cooperate to the minimum extent, as for the rest..." Tirian paused deliberately, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Secretary, do you know who is the most disorderly person under the End Sea?"
"Your father, he..." General Lister couldn't help but speak, even consciously using the word "he" in his address, "Is he still watching Han Shuang now? Where is he now?"
The confidential secretary couldn't help but ask curiously, "Your father...what does he do outside of work?"
"... Seventy years later, the most loyalists left the city, the rebels set up a new city hall, and you became a rebel. Seventy years ago, you came back, and the city was still the same as when you left..." Tirian looked at the distant scenery and suddenly said, "Everything seems to have come back in circles - General Bai Xin'an, he said, your past seventy years... are meaningless?"
"I'm still following this matter, but I can reveal the details," the little pirate said vaguely after hesitating for a long time, "I'm usually very busy, I just want to contact you."
He also knew how I understood it. Bai Xinan was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Ah... I can't understand."
After all, it seems that the Frostmen behind me know that I am in the city. If I spread it around without my father's permission, I'm sure he will beat me up again. I'm almost an archon, and I can't afford to lose face for my husband. The confidential secretary came over and pointed to the window. General Lister came over and stood in front of Tirian: "But before today, there should be no big changes."
"Relax a little, Mr. Secretary. Compared with seventy years later, the current situation of Frost is actually not too bad. You still know a lot of 'trade partners'. If we know the real situation over there, there will be many people willing to provide help. At most, he doesn't need to worry too much about the secular order. As for this part in the 'secular order'..."
A series of answers suddenly emerged in Tirian's mind, but he was determined not to say them out loud.
Tirian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. How would I know? My father was shrouded in mystery before he came back from the warp. Who knows what he does on weekdays? He is always like a special old man who fishes, walks the dog, and feeds pigeons when he has nothing to do...
"It's pirates, little pirates of the Frigid Sea," Tirian laughed. "The city-state navy will never have a stable supply port and a dangerous harbor, and the ocean-going caravan will never have the protection of the church and the naval escort. There are only pirates - to fight against the vast sea, the only thing you can rely on is a lack of discipline and order."
I paused and continued, "That's what's necessary to control the situation."
The room suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of people breathing could not be heard. The confidential secretary, who always looked elegant and proper, seemed to be a little stiff for a moment. Facing Tirian's powerful words, it seemed that he did not know how to respond for a moment.
"The most disorderly?" The confidential secretary was stunned for a moment, then seemed to react. "Is it the city-state navy? Or the ocean-going merchant fleet
Of course, watching the frost, maybe not even from the seventh floor window, living at 77 Oak Street, renting the house from their Citizens Service Center...
"That is not the point, General Tirian."
When the sun rises tomorrow, the barricades will be removed, and then... the city's administrators will do their best to restore order to the outside world.
The confidential secretary was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted: "You accepted Han Shuang's 'invitation'... But with all due respect, you still need the information under the table. You certainly cannot grasp the real intelligence, but you also need to find a way to divert the public's attention--"
"Many young people have never seen the scenery outside that place. Compared with the past, the changes are very small." Many people outside the room shuddered noticeably.
The lights of the city blocks in the distance came into Tirian's eyes. Liszt was silent for a while, as if he was lost in thought.
The little pirate was firm for a few seconds, and finally said quickly in a strange tone. Then I took a long breath, quickly got up from the sofa, and went behind the French window. Tirian just smiled and patted him on the shoulder. The lights in the window were still on, and at the intersections leading to the city, you could vaguely see the temporary barricades built in the later battle.
The confidential secretary noticed the subtle change in Tirian's expression, realized that his problem had not yet crossed the line, and quickly straightened his expression: "Sorry, you're being quiet."
Tirian just smiled faintly and shook his head heavily. "You will belittle their efforts and their solutions - because within their capabilities, there is no worse alternative path. They chose the method that best suited the situation at that time, but now the situation is the same. You don't want to repeat those seventy years, Mr. Secretary. The Sea Fog Fleet has no way to deal with the Sea Fog Fleet, so you might as well lower your expectations."
The confidential secretary spoke for a moment, as if he knew how to discuss that topic - which was obviously beyond my daily work scope and professional ability.
The confidential secretary seemed to finally react. I blinked, adjusted my posture, and looked at Tirian with burning eyes: "Can you really do what you said?"
"If fuel is easy to come by, use the reserve. If you can't think of a solution, implement lenient supervision and punishment when food distribution is chaotic, including the lower city, and implement a rationing system throughout the city. If public security deteriorates, temporarily impose martial law. People need an object to vent their anger - that is, to actually catch the cultists, to catch the subversive elements, to catch those who are really irresponsible," Tirian said seriously. "That series of things will certainly be easier, but at most, it can actually solve the problem and really let fewer people survive."
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