The old father cares about his children's daily life and wants to see what his son is doing at home.

At half past twelve in the evening, the son set up a platform on the icy island base to watch more than a dozen girls belly dance.

The old father's heart was shocked.

Tirien's whole body was blindfolded at this moment - frankly, his horror and the thoughts of a tsunami in his head at this moment were even more than when he heard about the "No. 3 submersible" near the frost a few days ago.

The pirate captain, who was famous in the cold sea, stiffened his body and moved to the side, and even tried to block Duncan's gaze with this stupid method, but he only saw that another wall covered with ice crystals lit up next to him, and his father's figure walked directly to another mirror, and continued to look in the direction of the stage: "Aren't they cold?"

Tirien subconsciously spoke, ".. …「

… It's cold, but it can be carried with a special alchemy potion......

"Tyrion," Duncan looked back at Tyrion, who had stiffened as completely as an ice sculpture, "Don't be so nervous, you're already an adult, and it's your freedom to have any daily hobbies, but... This hobby was a bit unexpected for me. Does your sister know?"

"Not what you think!" Tirion couldn't help but shout again—this time more helpless and even desperate than before, "Don't you mention it to her? If you have a chance to contact her in the future..."

"Oh, she doesn't know," Duncan nodded, "Indeed, it's better not to let Lucrecia know about this kind of thing."

Tirien: "What do you want me to say about you......"

Duncan laughed. Of course, he could see the expression on Tirian's face at the moment, and he also heard the other party's shouting just now, he just felt that it was funny to see this kind of reaction from the pirate leader of the cold sea, it was not a simple thing, it would be a pity to miss a wonderful scene.

And the moment he saw the smile on Duncan's face, Tirion understood.

He was first stunned. My father was joking with himself, a somewhat nasty, but long-lost joke.

Immediately afterward, he restrained his stunned expression and made his expression quickly serious, as if the gaffe had never happened at all.

"If you've seen enough of the excitement, get down to business," the pirate sighed, and said helplessly, "I don't believe you're here late at night just to make a joke on me."

"I've met a ship," Duncan said, rescuing the expression on his face as well, "Obsidian, do you have an impression of the name?"

"Obsidian?" Tirion frowned at first, recalling the more famous ships on the various routes at the moment, and found nothing, but then, the expression on his face changed slightly, "You mean the Obsidian? There's only one Obsidian I know of, but it should have sunk······

As Duncan expected. No one knows more about the ships in these frigid seas than a pirate leader who has been entrenched in the North for half a century, and even more so if it were a shipwrecked shipwreck, it would have impressed Tiri with peace of mind.

Because shipwrecks are regarded as the greatest omen of the infinite sea, the captains can not care about other ships, but they will definitely find out what the sunken ships are called, what cargo they have carried, what they have done, and where they have been.

"That's it, the shipwreck that's been sinking for six years," Duncan nodded, "and it's reappeared on the surface of the sea, and it's completely monstrous—it's full of upside-down chamber structures, living mud matter, and ······ A 'captain,' who looks like a human being."

As Duncan's words fell, Tirien's eyes slowly widened, and after a moment's thought, the pirate's face was full of surprise and seriousness.

He didn't question it, because he knew that his father wouldn't lie to him at such a time and in such a thing

He wouldn't do such a boring thing. But even so, he still felt incredulous because things had turned out completely beyond his expectations.

"Sound familiar?" Duncan's voice continued to sound from the ice, as if enveloped by the chill of the cold sea, "The situation is somewhat similar to that of Submersible III, but more serious, it is a replica that has returned from the deep sea, and it is not only the crew inside, but also the ship itself that has been distorted. You've been involved in the Abyss Project, so I'd like to hear your judgment."

"My judgment ·····" Tirien opened his mouth, but then realized something else, "Wait, where did you meet that ship?!"

He suddenly reacted, the location of the Obsidian sinking was near the frost, and theoretically the "replica" should also float around the frost, how did his father come across that ship?!

Duncan smiled on the ice.

"Are you in a high enough place?"

"Where high enough?" Tirion looked around, a little confused, "The terrain here is okay, and the whole port area is on high ground......

"Is there a view to the southwest?"

"Nope."

"Oh, you look in that direction, wait a minute."

Tirion subconsciously looked to the southwest of the island, a gentle slope with a slight slope towards the sea, on which the main living facilities of the port area were located, and at the end of this gentle slope was the coast, and kilometers beyond the coast was the dense fog and turbulence surrounding the secret home port.

Something flashed in the thick fog.

It was a ghostly green fire, rising and shining in the fog like a ghost.

Tirien blinked. It was a moment before he heard a distant, hazy but not hallucinatory roar.

It was the old front-loading smoothbore gun firing.

"You're ····· in the cold sea" Tyrion felt the muscles on his body tense a little, a subtle but pervasive cold seemed to gradually envelop him, and he hesitated to turn his head and look at Duncan on the ice, "You······ Found here?"

"It's not easy to find, your island is surrounded by fog and ice floes, and rampant currents, but luckily the spirit world is calm and there are safe routes," Duncan laughed, "But you let it go."

Heart, I'm not going to drive the Lost to your island, it will make your men nervous - the Lost will hide in the fog around you."

Tirion thought about it, and suddenly felt that his father's last sentence seemed even more creepy—it might as well be to drive the Lost to the port!

But he didn't dare to say this sentence until the end.

Because he was worried that as soon as he woke up the next day, he would really see the flagpole pestle of the Lost Country in the sky over the port area.

"Your expression is nervous and frustrated," Duncan's voice suddenly came, "I've bothered you?"

"Oh no, that's not what I meant!" Tirion hurriedly spoke, straightening his expression as he said, "It's just that things are a little sudden, and I'm not used to it yet····· Get along with you."

Speaking of this, he paused, and before Duncan could speak again, he hurriedly asked, "Why did you suddenly come to the cold sea? It shouldn't just be to surprise me, right?"

"Something happened," Duncan nodded, "Someone who should have been dead for years suddenly received my attention from Frost, and the sight of the Obsidian soon after I arrived here confirmed my suspicions, and now I suspect that the shadow of the Abyss Project is looming beneath the Frost."

Project Abyss......

The muscles in Tirien's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and many memories rippled in his mind—from half a century ago to more recently.

The news that his father suddenly brought was like a sharp blade, cutting through the curtain that had only been slightly lifted, and Tirion suddenly realized that what was happening was far from what he had imagined.

It's not just a "No. 3 submersible", it's not just a Dagger Island, under the frosty depths...... It's not just the Abyss Project that is recovering.

"I'm afraid you're right," he said, his mouth open, his expression complicated, "there's really something wrong down under the frost

The Obsidian you encountered is not unique...... Did you know? Not long ago, the Frost authorities recovered something from the offshore area."

The voice on the ice was silent for a few seconds, "Judging by your expression, I think I guessed what it was."

"Yes, Submersible Three, the eighth clone, and now it has been sent to a desert island near Frost called 'Dagger Island, which the authorities have designated as a military exclusion zone in order to find out the secrets of the clones," Tirion said, shaking his head, "And this is not the only news, there have been rumors of the resurrection of the dead in the Frost City-State recently, it is said that the dead have suddenly broken free from their graves, and even people who have been dead and missing for many years suddenly appear on the streets of the city- But there is diametrically opposite news that they are just ordinary city-state residents, over-nervous church guards who are randomly arresting passers-by outside of curfew hours."

Tirien shrugged.

"The information on Dagger Island, because the news is blocked, it is difficult to find out now, the situation of the frost city-state, I have some eyeliner, according to the eyeliner report, there are indeed strange things happening in the city-state recently, and there are also unfamiliar faces coming in and out of the city, but to say that the dead are resurrected...... I don't think there's a lot of credibility."