After nightfall, the light snow fluttered down again, and in the hazy and misty night background, the cold brilliance of the creation of the world was mostly obscured by the clouds, only a few patches of chaotic glow diffused between the gaps in the clouds, and the gas lights in the streets and alleys were lit up one after another, reflecting the fluttering snowflakes in the air, showing a quiet atmosphere different from that of Plant.

Vanna stood in front of the narrow window, looking out at the night scene for a moment, and sighed, "I don't think they made the payment—and by this time they must have gathered a group of experts to crack the 'secret number' you left in the letter."

Duncan turned his head, "Is that an exaggeration?"

Vanna turned her head and looked at her current temporary boss with a serious expression: ".... Did you specify in your letter what the numbers were for?

"I didn't write it, but isn't that the standard format for a report letter?" Duncan was right, "Just attach the account number directly at the end of the report letter, and the city hall will make the payment, which is the case with Prand." And I've heard that many places deliberately don't write more notes in front of the account to show subtlety and euphemism - I think I should be tactful."

Vanna looked at Duncan steadily, and after a long time, she couldn't help but sigh: "Alas... …」

Duncan thought about it, but in fact, he had a bit of a B number in his heart when he said this, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his tone: "It doesn't seem to be easy for them to understand?

Vanna's tone was tired, "If only you could understand."

Duncan lowered his head and thought carefully, ".... Wouldn't it be nice to go back and write a second letter now?

"You..... Let's hope they understand the purpose of the letter as soon as possible." Vanna couldn't help but rub her eyebrows, she felt like she had once again discovered Captain Duncan's unexpected place, this powerful and terrifying captain... … It turns out that there is such a distinct and interesting personality as well?

Duncan didn't care about what Vanna felt in her heart, but just asked casually, "You sent Anne back today, is her family okay?"

Vanna immediately nodded: "Everything is normal in Anne's house, there is no trace of erosion by the transcendent vision, there is no trace of the Annihilation Cultists in the vicinity, there are no suspicious characters in the surrounding households, Mrs. Belloni..... That is, our current landlord lady also seems to be a: "Stop, stop," Duncan quickly waved his hand without waiting for the other party to finish, "I asked you about her family situation, her living situation, and I didn't let you report according to the process of investigating heresy, and the occupational disease was controlled."

Fanna was stunned, and immediately reacted, coughing dryly: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm a little ..... Occupation got used to it. Everything was fine over there, and although I only stayed for a moment and talked to Ms. Belloni for a few words, I could roughly tell that after all, six years had passed, and their mother and daughter had come out of the shadow of the past.

"Now that Anne is studying in the city-state's public school, Ms. Beroni has some clerical work to support her family, in addition to renting out her house to earn an income, and they are a captain's family, and the frost authorities take care of such a bereaved family, just like other city-states. Overall..... Don't worry about them."

Duncan listened silently and nodded.

Vana hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask, "You don't mind if Anne tells me about this..... is that really good?" Perhaps it won't be long before the cemetery keeper will know that you live in the city so generously, and then the matter will be immediately reported to the cathedral, and both the gatekeeper and the bishop will be alarmed."

"And then?" Duncan turned his head and asked in a calm voice.

"And ...... How much trouble is it going to be?" Vanna said, but under Duncan's gaze, her tone

Suddenly a little unconfident, "The intervention of the city-state authorities may..."

"How will they intervene in us? Will a team of guards be sent to arrest someone?" Duncan laughed, "Or will the gatekeeper come out and talk to me?" As for me, what do I care about them? Are you worried about your whereabouts being exposed? Or are you worried about hostilities by the authorities?"

Duncan said, spreading his hands.

"I didn't drive the Lost Homeland again."

Vanna opened her mouth,

She always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, but she didn't think of how to deal with the captain's calm string of words, and after holding back for a long time, she could only say, "How do I feel that you actually just think that this might be fun?"

"Yes."

Vanna: "......."

Duncan smiled and refocused his gaze on the night outside the window, he didn't care about the momentary look on the face of the inquisitor next to him, only after a few minutes of silent admiring the night scene, he suddenly said casually, "Vanna, why do I suddenly feel less and less like an Inquisitor—shouldn't your first reaction be a reliable ally when it comes to the church and authorities of a certain city-state?"

The corners of Vanna's mouth trembled obviously, and a thousand words seemed to spring up in her heart, but in the end, not a word came out.

At the same time, outside the frosty city-state, in the vast expanse of night, a large fleet was slowly slowing down and maintaining a low-speed cruise between the cold freezing fog and the surrounding ice floe.

The majestic steel bow of the Sea Mist stood in the darkness, a glow from the side of the beacon lights illuminating its corner, and nearby lights from the side of the hull illuminated the dark and dreary sea, and faint reflections were faintly visible between the shimmering waves of the sea.

It was fine crushed ice floe.

In this cold sea, all the captains of the ships have heard such a saying-

When the mist suddenly appears, and the ice floes emerge from the fog and gradually imprison your ship like a shackle, then get ready, the Sea Mist is coming.

The Sea Mist is here now, and the entire Sea Mist fleet is here.

Tirion stood high on the bridge, looking into the distance through the wide window.

At this distance, it was impossible to see the Frost City-State directly—but in the dark background, he could still see a glimmer of light floating there, and that was the direction of the City-State.

The Sea Mist Fleet was actually heading for Dagger Island, and Tirion himself had no intention of landing on Frost Island - but for the Frost Men who had been nervous for half a century, it didn't make a difference, as long as the banner of the "Iron Admiral" appeared on the nearby sea, it would be enough for them to sleep.

He could almost imagine the defenders of the city-state in a state of confusion at the moment.

Footsteps came from the side, and the first mate, Aiden, came to Tirian's side, and the rough-faced bald man looked quite pleasant: "Captain, the Sea Raven and the Fjord have led their respective frigates out of the group, and are expected to arrive at their intended positions and block the route in twelve hours, and the Sea Mist has been de-lit on the ship's own lights—those Frost Men don't want to sleep well all night today."

Tirien nodded, a slight smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over the sea around the Sea Mist.

In the darkness, the entire boundless sea remained silent, except for the uncontrolled Sea Mist floating here, as striking as a gas lamp in the dark night.

Under normal circumstances, night warships on military missions are subject to light control, and unnecessary lighting will reveal their position and easily cause confusion when friendly parties recognize the light signal - but the Sea Mist is so generous that it poses itself, as if provocatively showing its presence to the frost.

Tyrion wasn't worried about irritating the Frosty City-State Navy, let alone the so-called misfire.

In this world, no one but the Lost Homeland can defeat the Sea Mist, the "living ship", in a night battle, and on the other hand..... If the Frost Navy were really stupid enough to take the initiative today, the other six warships hiding in the waters around the Sea Mist would have taught them how to behave right away.

Of course, Tirion's high-profile behavior here is not just to provoke Frost out of anger, his more important purpose is to complete what his father told -

To make the Frost City-State nervous, the more tense the better, it is better for them to directly block the entire Frost Island, prohibiting all routes in and out.

From what has been observed so far, this should have been achieved - the garrison navy of the Frost City-State has blocked the port and signaled the suspension of shipping to the surrounding city-states.

Everything is going according to my father's plan.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from a nearby copper pipe, and Aiden immediately walked over and spoke to a post on the other side of the copper pipe, before returning to Tirion with a smile on his face, "Captain, the Frost Man seems to be a little unable to sit still—a small boat has appeared in the nearby sea."

Tirien raised an eyebrow, "A small boat?"

"Yes, it looks unarmed, and it has its own three yellow and one white signal lights, apparently for fear of causing some misunderstanding," Aiden said, "and the ship was cautiously parked outside the range of the searchlight, as if it wanted to carry out an observation mission without negotiation or hostility."

"Observe.... Okay, at least some concentration," Tirion shrugged, "let it observe, and fire warning shots if it gets too close."

"Yes." Aiden immediately took the order, but before he could turn around, Tirion suddenly stopped him again, "Wait."

"What else do you command?"

"Give them a light signal." Tirion said.

"Light signals?" Aiden was slightly stunned, "What's the content?"

The corners of Tirian's mouth curled, and the pirate who was known for his murder in the cold seas had a mischievous smile on his face at the moment, "Content? What do you want—just a flash."

Aiden: ".. … Huh?"

"Let the signalman twinkle as he pleases," Tirion said happily, touching his chin, "a little bit of the century's puzzle for Frost's expert advisors."

A visible smile appeared on Aiden's face, and even his bald head seemed to shine.

"Yes, Captain!"