For a moment, Lucrecia was a little unsure of how to respond to her brother - he stayed up late at night and suddenly used a secret magic ball to contact her across thousands of miles just to play such a joke on her.

But soon, the "Sea Witch" vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Under normal circumstances, his old-fashioned brother would not do such a thing. And unlike himself who always kept to himself, his brother had an entire fleet to take care of. Besides, why did the room behind him, which was obviously not on the Sea Mist, look a little... familiar?

Through the crystal ball, Tirian noticed the change in Lucretia's expression.

This was the reason why I made a special trip back to my home port to bring the crystal ball on board the Lost Homeland.

"You won't believe this," the pirate captain exhaled, smiling as he took two steps to the side, exposing the scene in the cabin to the crystal ball and lens. "I'm in my own room - 'my own room'."

Lucrecia listened to the other party's deliberate emphasis and looked at the picture presented in the crystal ball. She was confused at first, then thoughtful, and then finally filled with astonishment and tension. She was no longer as calm as at the beginning and stood up suddenly: "You..."

"As you can see," Tirian returned to the crystal ball, smiled bitterly and spread his hands, "many unexpected situations happened in the process, and the final result is... I came here."

Lucrecia stood in front of the crystal ball in amazement for six or seven seconds before she frowned and slowly sat back in her chair.

"I will help you take care of the Sea Mist Fleet," she said calmly, "as well as your twenty-seven bank accounts in Cold Harbor, Moko, Momenzo, and Zarbustro, and your sixty-two treasure troves in the northern seas."

This time, it was Tirian who jumped up from the crystal ball.

"How did you know..." The big pirate looked at his sister in the crystal ball with a look of horror, but he reacted the next second, "You left a mark on the Sea Mist?"

"I don't need such a stupid method," Lucrecia said calmly, "Your hiding skills are not very good. Have you ever kept all the snacks you hid intact since you were a child?"

Tirian's face froze for a moment, then he sighed helplessly: "I thought those treasure hiding places were quite secret. After all, nothing has happened in such a long time..."

"Anyone who has a fleet as large as the Sea Mist Fleet would be able to place his treasure in the city center, and it would be a 'secret pirate treasure that no one can reach.'"

"...I can't argue with you." Tirian waved his hand, avoiding the slightly awkward topic. "It seems that you are not worried about my safety."

"I was worried at first, but if you were really in trouble, you wouldn't be in the mood to joke with me," Lucrecia said calmly, "So, what happened? Why are you on the Lost Homeland? My father..."

"He found my secret port. It's probably just like you said. My hiding skills are never very good." Tirian sighed again. "Something happened in Frost. Something is stirring under the deep sea. It has attracted my father's attention. Now he came here to investigate and came to me."

Lucrecia frowned. "So, you've already met him, face to face."

Tirian spread his hands. "Why ask? I'm already on the boat."

Lucrecia fell silent, as if she was hesitating about something. After a long while, she blurted out a sentence without any context: "...How is father's current condition?"

"He is now... better than we thought," Tirian tried to choose his words so that his answer would not be affected by the strange things he experienced on the Lost Homeland. "He really regained his humanity - and has become a more peaceful person than we remembered. He talked to me a lot, about the Sea Fog Fleet, about the Frigid Sea, about you and me, and he also told me some things... related to the Warp, of course, just some general descriptions."

"You even talked to him about the warp?!" Lucrecia's mouth twitched noticeably, "Are you crazy?"

"I didn't initiate the discussion," Tyrian shrugged. "I just asked him out of curiosity why the lower cabin was locked. Then he told me that the entire lower structure of the Lost Homeland was immersed in the warp, and the door was locked mainly to prevent someone from falling in."

Lucrecia took a deep breath, and even Tirian could clearly see the vibration of her pupils.

"Shocked, nervous, unbelievable, and eye-opening, right?" Tirian smiled bitterly, "I understand your feelings. I have experienced these feelings once before."

Lucrecia did not speak again, she seemed lost in thought.

For less than a second, she even really wondered whether her brother had been corrupted by the warp, and whether he was now a madman sitting in front of the crystal ball.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally broke the silence again: "Father, what... is he doing now?"

"I don't know. He went back to the captain's room. Others on the ship said that he was going to use some special means to investigate the Frost City-State. I didn't ask for the details."

"Are there other people on board?" Lucrecia asked in surprise.

Tirian opened his mouth and seemed about to answer, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Then he stood up and left the crystal ball. From the voices outside the screen, Lucrecia only heard a few vague conversations.

It seemed like someone came to the room and delivered something.

A moment later, Tirian returned to the scene with a plate in front of him containing a freshly baked apple pie.

Lucrecia's exclamation was instantly heard from the crystal ball: "You even have apple pie over there?!"

"We have hot water on board and fresh produce from Plunder," Tirian said casually. "I know it's hard to believe, but Father even mentioned that he plans to install a steam core on board, which will allow for 24-hour hot water supply, and a generator set..."

As he spoke, he spread his hands: "The good news is that it seems that father will not mind my modification of the Sea Mist."

Lucrecia: “……?”

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A cold night wind blew across the coast, and a fleeting faint green fire suddenly streaked across the sky. Before anyone noticed the fire, it had already fallen into an uninhabited corner near the port.

A tall and burly figure, whose entire body was burned beyond recognition and looked terrifying, walked out of the flames.

Feeling the cold night wind blowing, Duncan took a deep breath on the frosty land.

From a physiological structure point of view, his body had actually long lost the ability to breathe, but he could still feel the air flowing into his chest and then slowly exhaling steadily and powerfully.

"Frost..." Duncan raised his eyes and glanced at the city area in the distance that was illuminated by lights. Then he shook his head and slowly walked to the coast. He found a calm pool of water and looked at his current face reflected in the water with the light from the Creation of the World.

"If you show up like this, you'll be suppressed by the sheriff and the guards."

The image reflected in the pool was huge and terrifying, full of majesty, but also enough to make people run to the police at first sight.

It is really hard to imagine that the original owner of this body was able to maintain consciousness through willpower until the last second of his death.

"Belazov?... May your soul have a safe journey." Duncan looked at his reflection in the pool of water, said goodbye to the former owner of this body for the last time, and then looked up at a place not far away.

Ai was standing on a nearby rubble, raising his wings and making loud cooing sounds.

Duncan waved his hand, and the pigeon instantly turned into a stream of fire and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

Through the connection established deep in the mind, it can be confirmed that it has arrived on the Lost Homeland in an instant.

Just like the previous test - after the round-trip beacon has been established, Ai can use a method similar to "instant teleportation" to cross the long time and space in the blink of an eye and directly reach the location of each beacon.

Duncan lowered his head and glanced at the body he was currently using.

The "avatar" that he occupied when walking in the spirit world was a "round-trip beacon" that could serve as a positioning point for Ai.

As he confirmed this, he also recalled the temporary body he occupied on his first night in Frost.

It was extremely weak, had abnormal perception, and began to disintegrate soon after leaving the coffin - he didn't have time to do more tests at the time, but now thinking back, the body did not give him any feedback on "establishing a beacon".

"Is it one of the characteristics of a replica..." Duncan muttered thoughtfully, "that it is not a complete mortal body, so it cannot bear power?"

Just as he was thinking about this, a crackling sound of fire suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and then a dark green flame door appeared out of thin air on the coast beside him.

Ai returned from the Lost Homeland.

Duncan turned and looked at the flaming gate floating in the air, and three figures had gradually appeared in the light and shadow of the flames.

This was the "helper" he asked Ai to bring from the Lost Homeland.