The steam walker stopped in front of the pier. Vanna stood on the shell of the spider machine and looked up at the legendary ship in front of her, which was known as the "unsinkable battleship".

Unsinkable, but not invincible - This ship may be unsinkable, but that doesn't mean it can't be beaten to a pulp.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the Sea Mist had been through a fierce battle... Of course, if you think about the intact state of the Lost Hometown that she saw on the big clock tower at that time, you could also say that the iron battleship in front of her was beaten unilaterally - Vanna didn't know much about the field of ships, but she knew how incredible it was for a ship to become like this and still float smoothly to the port.

This was the result after the Sea Mist had used its powerful "unsinkable" ability to repair itself for a day and a night.

Recalling the events of the Lost Homeland and the cursed connection between herself and Captain Duncan, Vanna felt a headache. She rubbed her forehead and jumped from the steam walker to the ground. At the same time, she saw a long springboard extending from the side of the Sea Mist not far away, and several figures were appearing on the springboard.

Leading the group was a one-eyed man with curly black hair and an eye patch, wearing a dignified captain's uniform. His face looked somewhat similar to Duncan Abnomer, but compared to the oppressive ghost captain, Captain Tirian, who was walking towards the pier, looked quite tired.

Behind this famous pirate captain were several followers. They had pale skin, and their facial expressions were like those of solidified plaster statues, with a faint inhuman temperament - but overall, they were not as scary as described in many horror stories.

Vanna had heard a lot of rumors about the Sea Mist - since it was more or less a ship belonging to "human civilization", the stories about it were naturally richer and more detailed than those about the Lost Homeland. Among those rumors, the most mentioned were the undead sailors under Tirian Abnomar.

Legend has it that these sailors were the subordinates that Tirian took away when he defected from the Frost. Some of them were even veterans who belonged to the Lost Homeland fleet a century ago. Like their captain, they were affected by the Warp. The curse that entrenched the members of the Abnomar family spread to their followers, turning the latter into immortal living dead.

They cannot die in the real dimension, nor can they enjoy the warmth of the real world like the living. They cannot feel a moment of peace in the world of the living, but they cannot step through the Door of Rest of Bartok, the God of Death.

Other rumors mentioned that these living dead sailors had long lost their attachment to the mortal world or their former compatriots, but were bound by some ancient and powerful oaths and were required to serve their master, the eldest son of the Abnomar family, forever.

Vanna stared at the figures, watching them step onto the land of the city-state of Plander and walk towards this side under the leadership of Tirian.

The living dead... Strictly speaking, they are the people of Bartok, the god of death. Bartok belongs to the same camp as the other three gods, so these living dead sailors are allowed to set foot on the land of the city-state. But this does not mean that ordinary people can accept these creepy "former compatriots". At the same time, considering that these living dead sailors are also inextricably linked to the "curse" of the Abnomar family, Vanna must always pay close attention to their movements.

But...how big of a difference is there between Plande, which was completely burned by the flames of the Lost Homeland, and these sailors who have gained eternal life due to the curse?

Fanna couldn't help but think of this extremely troubling question in her mind, and just as she was distracted, the one-eyed pirate captain had already appeared in front of her.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Inquisitor," Tirian took off his captain's hat and bowed slightly. He was surprised by Vanna's youth and height of 1.9 meters, but he did not show it at all. His courtesy was not like that of a feared pirate, but rather a naval commander who was still loyal to a city-state. "Thank you for coming to greet me in person."

"Nice to meet you, Captain Tirian," Vanna quickly woke up from her distraction and nodded to the man in front of her who looked about thirty years old. She subconsciously compared him with the "Captain Duncan" she had seen, and found that the man was not as tall as his father, but also lacked some suffocating majesty. "You responded to Pland's request for help. For this reason alone, the arrival of the Sea Mist is worth my personal welcome."

"But we are of no use after all." Tirian sighed strangely, and then subconsciously raised his head and looked around the port, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Vanna vaguely guessed what the other person was doing, but still asked casually.

"Excuse me, have you received the message we sent before docking?" Tirian looked around and said nervously, "We encountered the Lost Homeland on the way. Although we tried our best to intercept it, the ship still..."

"Your father was here," Vanna sighed, "and he just left yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the big pirate Captain Tirian sitting opposite her suddenly became as still as a stone sculpture, and even the cold and stiff plaster faces of several followers behind him trembled.

"I... I didn't hear clearly." After a few seconds, Tirian finally responded and looked at the young Inquisitor with a ghostly expression. "Miss Inquisitor, you said that my father yesterday..."

He deliberately emphasized the word "father", as if he was afraid that Vanna was playing a joke on him about this fatal issue.

"The situation is complicated, and we need to explain it in detail," Vanna sighed again. "The Lost Homeland did appear, but the situation is completely different from what was described in the letter we originally sent you. The city-state of Plande has just experienced a huge... change. Please follow me. Bishop Valentine is already waiting in the cathedral. We are in urgent need of all kinds of intelligence now. I'm sure you also have countless questions that need answers."

Tirian felt that all the plans he had made on the way were disrupted. He almost followed Vanna's footsteps in a daze and walked towards the steam walkers from the cathedral. A black steam car specially prepared for guests was parked on the side of the road, with the logo of the Deep Sea Church hanging on it.

"... To be honest, I thought you would stop me at the dock," Tirian said in a self-deprecating tone on his way to the car, perhaps to break the awkward atmosphere or to relieve some inexplicable pressure (for some reason, he always felt a vague pressure when he saw Vanna). "After all, under normal circumstances, the city-state authorities would refuse a pirate from docking, or simply prepare a noose for the pirate."

"This is not Frost. The wanted orders for the Sea Mist issued by the northern city-states have no effect on Plande, unless one day you do something 'big' and are wanted by the entire Infinite Sea," Vanna said casually, "but before that, to Plande, you are just a captain who is eager to provide assistance, and..."

As she spoke, she turned around and glanced at the Sea Mist, which, despite being covered in scars, still exuded a majestic aura.

"And seriously, even in the northern seas, is there really any city-state that can put a noose around your neck when you land?"

Tirian thought about it and laughed.

"When I land, the city-state guards will politely call me the boss of 'Sea Mist Venture Capital Company' and promote my visit as a business transaction between the city-state and the Sea Mist Fleet when doubts arise. You know, there is a saying among pirates: the lowest level of wanted orders makes small pirates sleepless, the city-state-level wanted orders make big pirates sit on pins and needles, and the top-level wanted orders... are used by the parties involved to wipe the table and sword."

The great pirate paused and said calmly, "Except for Frost, I can confidently set foot on the land of any northern city-state."

Vanna raised her eyebrows: "Besides Frost?"

"… Her Majesty Lenore ordered me to leave the Frostbite," Tirian said, suppressing the smile on his face. "She has not yet withdrawn the order."

Fanna glanced at the other person and saw that the expression on the big pirate's face had become extremely serious.

She didn't say much, but stopped at the intersection and pointed to the welcoming car next to her: "Please get in, Captain Tirian."

After saying that, she turned around and jumped onto a steam walker next to her, standing there as majestically as usual.

Tirian turned around and got into the car with several of his followers.

The moment the car door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain," an attendant noticed his boss's movements and couldn't help but look over curiously, "Are you okay? Just now I felt that you were a little... tense. You have never been so tense when dealing with other famous captains or city-state officials."

"I don't know why, but when I talk to that young Inquisitor, I always feel a kind of... indescribable pressure," Tirian did not hide his feelings in front of his most trusted subordinates. "This feeling is completely different from when I deal with officials from other city-states in the past. Even when I passed by the Death Temple on a cruise, I didn't feel this strange pressure."

"Really?" The attendant frowned in confusion. "Why didn't I feel that... Although the Inquisitor is indeed quite tall and looks quite powerful..."

"It's not this kind of pressure." Tirian shook his head. "Well, let's not discuss it anymore. The power of the high-level saint is extremely strong. She can hear you talking."

When the follower heard this, he immediately closed his mouth nervously.

Tirian breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window at the gradually moving scenery of Plande with a complicated expression.

When he was a child, he and Lucrecia stayed briefly in this city-state, but that was a century ago. Today, this pearl on the sea... is a completely unfamiliar land to him.