Tirian walked into the meeting place.

There was no soft music symbolizing the upper class, nor was it in some high-end luxurious banquet hall. It was just a reception room under the Port Administration. The reception staff were several military representatives - he still had some impressions of some of their faces.

Have dealt with them in recent years.

Liszt stood up and greeted the "big pirate" who walked into the room.

"I'm sorry, our conditions are limited at the moment," the defense commander extended his hand, apologetically, "We can only prepare this kind of reception in such a hurry."

Tirian did not respond to the other party's handshake immediately, but raised his head and looked around - several representatives in Frost Navy uniforms stood behind Lister, their expressions were natural, but the other entourage and servants were obviously not so relaxed. Some were secretly looking at the undead who walked into the room together, and some were pretending to be calm and turned their eyes away, but there was only one thing in common: in addition to tension, there was only unconcealable fatigue in their eyes.

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

"That's good - if you really prepared a grand dinner for me at this time, and even found a few violinists to make trouble, then there would be no need for us to talk."

Feeling the strength coming from the hand of the "Iron Vice Admiral" in front of him, the expression on Liszt's face slightly changed, and then he withdrew his hand, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "You are prejudiced against us, but you actually know the truth - 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. Otherwise, I would not have accepted your invitation, General." Tirian smiled, his eyes swept over the badge on Lister's chest, and paused slightly when he said the title of "General". Then he shook his head and walked to the center of the room while speaking, "Let's stop the greetings here. You and I both know what time it is now. We can talk about this city, the future, or - if you have the courage, you can also talk about my father."

"Your father..." Lister sat down on the sofa. When he heard the other party's last words, his body stiffened visibly. The next second, the scene that would be remembered by all Frost people for the rest of their lives reappeared in his mind - the giant reflected from the boundless sea, eyes opened in the clouds like two suns, and the mirror city-state that was torn and stripped from the city and burned to ashes in the hands of the giant.

A shudder from the soul was rising up. Lister forced himself to suppress his memories and looked at the big pirate sitting opposite him with lingering fear.

"So, that was really your father, the one who returned from the warp..." He spoke hesitantly, and seemed to get nervous with every word he spoke, as if just talking and mentioning this would draw an indescribable gaze to him, "It was really him who took action at the last moment... But that posture never appeared before..."

"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."

He paused for a moment and asked with concern, "I'm curious about the current atmosphere in the city, especially how you guys view this matter?"

"Tension and fear still permeate the city. I must admit that this night was very difficult for everyone. The disaster ended, but it ended in a way that most people could not understand and were deeply horrified. Many people are guessing what the existence that finally descended on the sea was, but I think... if they really knew, the panic might be even worse," Liszt sighed. "The City Hall also dared to guess that it was your father after sorting out a lot of information and clues. Don't blame us for being slow. That scene was too shocking. Anyone would hesitate for a long time."

"I understand," Tirian sighed, his expression somewhat subtle, "He didn't tell me before, and I was as shocked as you were at the time."

Liszt looked at the big pirate in front of him, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. It was an irrepressible curiosity mixed with the instinctive tension of people facing unknown fears. He couldn't help but imagine how this "son of Duncan" would communicate with his terrible father? How did they decide to help Frost? How did the shadow who returned from the warp...see the world today?

"I want to ask," the general who was promoted on the front line couldn't help but speak, "your father, has he really regained his humanity as the rumors say?"

Tirian was surprised. "Is he not human in any way?"

The image of the giant standing in the sky suddenly appeared in Liszt's mind, as well as the scene of a city-state being burned to ashes and crushed into powder in the hands of the giant. He opened his mouth, brewing a lot of offensive words, but did not dare to say a word.

After holding it in for a long time, the Frost General said with a stern face: "I believe that he does have a human heart now..."

Tirian laughed. "I believe you mean it."

After saying this, the cold-blooded pirate picked up the red wine glass on the coffee table and raised it to Liszt solemnly: "Let us toast to this friendship of mutual trust."

Liszt: “…”

The Frost General raised his glass and clinked it with Tirian's with a stiff smile. He took a sip and put it down again. "Then may I ask what you and your father would like to do next?"

Tirian looked very 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 irrepressible smile in his eyes. He had been fighting wits and courage with the Frost Navy for half a century, but only this "friendly conversation" tonight made him the happiest. "Originally, I came here just because of my father's order, and then participated in the battle only to protect the city that Her Majesty Queen Lenore had protected. I never thought about the plan after this. It depends on my father's next mood."

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

Tirian raised his eyelids with a half-smile: "...Do you really want to contact? Then I will tell you a ritual..."

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

"When talking about 'him', it's best not to have this habit of mentioning him casually, because you never know when 'he' will really look at you," Tirian said, his expression suddenly changed subtly, as if he was thinking of some unpleasant memories, so he immediately shook his head, looked at Lister and changed his tone to a relaxed one, "Relax, young man, I'm just joking with you, you are all too tense. This is the first time that the Sea Mist Fleet has 'returned home' in fifty years. Shouldn't we have a relaxed atmosphere like a family reunion?"

young people……

The corner of Liszt's mouth seemed to twitch, but he immediately suppressed the embarrassment. Then, his expression became serious: "General Tirian, then I won't hide it. Frankly speaking... Frost is in trouble now."

"I know, we just solved it."

"No, I'm not talking about the invasion of the anomaly... That invasion was not a problem, but a disaster. Now that the disaster is over, subsequent troubles will follow. The order of Frost is crumbling now. Even if we can get through this night safely, 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 and looked calmly into Lister's eyes. "I am a rebel - I don't understand."

Before Liszt could finish his next words, he was choked back by Tirian's attitude.

But after a few seconds of embarrassment, he quickly calmed down and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

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

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

"I hope my arrival is not too sudden," the man with gold-rimmed glasses said with a gentle smile. He bowed and greeted the guests 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 remembered him, and a smile appeared on his face, "I recognize your glasses - and your hairstyle."

Liszt looked at the confidential secretary and asked quickly, "Is there any news from the City Hall?"

The confidential secretary nodded and replied softly, "It's the City Hall."

Tirian on the side spoke up: "Let me make it clear that I have no interest in your city hall's resolution - we are rebels..."

Before he finished speaking, the elegantly dressed confidential secretary suddenly turned around, put a document on the coffee table, and looked into Tirian's eyes: "Then is there another possibility?"

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

"Archon Tirian has arrived at his loyal frost."