The steam walker stopped in front of the trestle, and Vana stood on the shell of the spider machine, looking up at the legendary ship in front of her, known as the "unsinkable battleship".

Unsinkable, not invincible - The ship may be really hard to sink, but that doesn't mean it can't be bruised.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the Sea Mist had gone through a vicious battle...... Of course, if you think of the intact state of the Lost Country that she saw on the Great Bell Tower at that time, it can also be said that the steel battleship in front of her was unilaterally beaten - Vana didn't really know much about the affairs of the ship field, but she knew how incredible it was for a ship to become such a thing and float smoothly to the harbor.

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

Recalling the Lost Land, recalling her cursed connection with Captain Duncan, Vanna felt a little headache, she rubbed her forehead, jumped from the steam walker to the ground, and saw a long gangplank extending from the side of the Sea Mist not far away, and there were several of them

The figure is appearing on the springboard.

At the head of the pack was a one-eyed man in a majestic captain's uniform, with curly black hair and an eye patch, whose face looked similar to that of Duncan Abnomar, but compared to the oppressive ghost captain, Captain Tirion looked a little tired as he walked to the pier.

Behind the famous pirate captain were a handful of retinues, their complexions pale, their expressions like frozen plaster casts, and a faint inhuman temperament - but on the whole, not as terrifying as many horror stories depict.

Vana had heard a lot of rumors about the Sea Mist - since it was more or less a "human civilization" ship, the story of it was naturally a little richer than that of the Lost Land, and the most mentioned of those rumors were the undead sailors of Tirien Abnomar.

Legend has it that these sailors were men taken with them when Tirion rebelled and fled from the Frost, and some of them were even veterans of the Lost Fleet a century ago, and they, like their captains, were affected by the influence of Subspace - the curse that engulfed the members of House Abnomar escaped

In their followers, let the latter become the living dead who are immortal.

They can't die in the real dimension, they can't enjoy the warmth of the real world like the living, they can't feel a moment of peace in the world of the living, but they can't step through the door of the resting man of Bartók, the god of death.

In other rumors, it is said that these sailors of the living dead have no attachment to the earth, to their former brethren, and that it is only because of certain ancient and powerful sayings that they must serve their master, the eldest son of the House of Abnomar, for eternity.

Vanna stared at the figures as they stepped onto the lands of the city-state of Purland and walked towards them under Tirien's leadership.

The Living Dead...... By strict definition, they are already the people of Bartók, the god of death, and Bartók belongs to the same camp as the other three gods, so these living dead sailors are also 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", and considering that these living dead sailors are also inextricably linked to the "curse" of the Abnomar family, Vanna must always keep an eye on their movements.

It's just that...... Now that the flames of the Lost Nation have completely burned down, how different can this Pland be compared to the sailors in front of him who have been immortalized by the curse?

Vanna's mind couldn't help but think of this very tangled question, and in a moment of distraction, the one-eyed pirate captain had already arrived in front of her.

"Greetings—Your Excellency Inquisitor," Tirion took off his captain's hat and bowed slightly, surprised by Vanna's youth and height of 1.9 meters, but showed no signs of it, courteous and thoughtful not at all like a feared pirate, but a man who remained loyal to so-and-so

Naval commander of a city-state, "Thank you for being able to greet you personally."

"Nice to meet you, Captain Tirien,

Vanna quickly woke up from her distraction and nodded to the man in front of her, who looked to be about thirty years old—she subconsciously compared the other party to the "Captain Duncan" she had seen, and found that the other party was not as tall as his father, but also lacked some suffocating majesty, "You responded to Plant's plea for help, and for that alone, the arrival of the Sea Mist is worthy of my personal greeting."

"But we didn't come in handy after all." Tirion sighed strangely, and then subconsciously raised his head and looked around the harbor, as if looking for something.

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

"With all due respect, did you receive a message from us before we docked?" Tirion said a little nervously as he looked around, "

We encountered the Lost Homeland on the way, and despite our best efforts to intercept it, the ship was ......."

"Your father has been here," Vana sighed, "just left yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the great pirate Captain Tirion opposite her suddenly froze as a stone sculpture, and even the cold and stiff faces of the few attendants behind him shook with him.

"I...... I didn't hear clearly," it took a few seconds for Tirion to react, looking at the young Inquisitor in front of him with a ghostly expression, "Miss Inquisitor, you said my father and mother ...... yesterday."

He deliberately accented the word "father", as if he was afraid that Vanna was playing some joke on this fateful issue.

"It's complicated, we need to explain it well," Vanna sighed again, "The Lost Country did appear, but unlike the one we originally sent you, the city-state of Poland had just gone through a great ...... Changes. Come with me, Bishop Valentine is already waiting in the cathedral, and now we are in dire need of all sorts of information, and you must have countless questions to be answered."

Tyrion felt that all the plans he had conceived on his way had been disrupted, and he followed Vanna's footsteps almost in a daze, and walked towards the steam walkers from the Cathedral—a black steam cart for the guests had been parked on the side of the road, with the Church of the Deep logo hanging from it.

「…… Seriously, I thought you were going to stop me at the docklands," On the way to the car, Tyrion, perhaps to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere, or perhaps to relieve some kind of unwarranted pressure (for some reason, he always felt a kind of pressure coming over Vanna when he saw him), suddenly said in a self-deprecating tone, "After all, the city-state authorities usually refuse a pirate to dock, or simply prepare a noose for the pirate."

"It's not frost here—the Northern city-states don't have a wanted warrant for the Sea Mist, unless one day you've done something great and you're wanted by the whole of the Infinite Sea," Vanna said casually, "but until then, you're just a helpful captain to Prand, and ......

As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced at the Sea Mist, which was still majestic even though it was scarred.

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

Tirion thought for a moment and laughed.

"When I landed, the city-state guards would politely call me 'the boss of Sea Mist Ventures, and promote my visit as a business deal between the city-states and the Sea Mist Fleet, as the suspicions rang out—did you know that pirates have a proverb that the lowest wanted warrants keep young pirates at bay, the most wanted warrants for the great pirates, and the top wanted warrants for the top ...... It was used to wipe tables and swords."

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

Vanna raised an eyebrow, "Except for the frost?"

…… Her Majesty Ray Nora ordered me to leave the Frost," Tirion retracted the smile on her face, "She hasn't taken that order back yet."

Vanna glanced at the other and saw that the expression on the pirate's face had somehow become recognizable

True.

She didn't say much, just stopped at the intersection and pointed to the chauffeur next to her, "Please get in, Captain Tirien,"

With that, she turned and jumped onto one of the steam walkers next to her, and stood there majestically as usual.

Tirion turned and slipped into the car with a few of his entourage.

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

"Captain," one of the attendants noticed his boss's movements, and couldn't help but look at him curiously, "Are you alright?" I just felt like you were a little ...... Stretch on, you've never been so nervous when dealing with other famous captains or city-state officials."

"I don't know how, but I always felt a sense of ...... when I spoke to that young inquisitor I can't talk about the pressure," Tirion didn't hide how he felt in front of his closest subordinates, "It's a completely different feeling than when I used to deal with officials from other city-states, and I didn't even feel this weird pressure when I passed by the cruising Death Sanctuary."

"Is there one?" The attendant frowned suspiciously, "Why didn't I feel it...... Although the Inquisitor is indeed a bit tall, he looks quite powerful......

"It's not that kind of pressure," Tirion shook his head, "Alright, don't go any further, the High Rank Saint is so powerful that she can hear you."

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

Tirien breathed a sigh of relief, looking out the window with a somewhat complicated expression at the Perland landscape, which had begun to gradually move.

As children, he and Lucretia had spent a short time in the city-state, but that was a century ago, and now the pearl of the sea...... It was already a completely foreign land to him.

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