Frosty, in the vaulted office of the city-state archon, Tirion was standing in front of a mirror, carefully arranging the medals and ribbons on his chest.

The one-eyed face was still grim, even terrifying, but the new consul's uniform and the glittering medallions had somehow transformed it into a trustable majesty—a majestic consul that the city needed at this moment.

Tirion exhaled softly and turned to look at the other side of the Dome Office, where two undead sailors were hanging the new city-state flag on the wall, and next to the flag, a powerful line of words was still as deep as it was half a century ago: "Let as many people survive as possible."

Tilry looked at the words quietly, and after a long time, he nodded slightly, and walked to the large desk not far away, there was still a short time before the official event began, he could also take advantage of this time to reminisce, sort out the process to be followed later, or calm down, the complex lens set on the table operated on its own, and the surface of the crystal ball in the center of the lens group shone slightly.

Lucrecia's figure emerged from the glimmer of light, looking Tirion up and down, "This dress suits you." Said the "Witch of the Sea" in a black dress.

"It goes well with the blindfold," Tyrion tugged at the button near the neckline and glanced at his sister in the crystal ball, "You're here to tease me?"

"I'm complimenting you with my heart" Lucrecia looked serious, you haven't been so serious about maintaining your image for a long time, and the pirate's rough and deliberately scaring dress is not suitable for you at all.

"I'll probably have to keep that image for a long, long time until a more suitable consul comes along or my father has something else to offer." Tirion paused, "Sooner or later, I'll miss those free drinkers. ”

"At least not today." With a smile on the corner of Lucrecia's mouth, how is it that she is about to be sworn in as the consul of a city-state, how does it feel? I heard that you will be going to take a car parade and show yourself to the citizens?

The patrol was to reassure people that order had been re-established and that there were still people at the top of the city-state who were responsible, and although I didn't like it very much, it was necessary. Tilry said, "As for what it's like to be an archon,"

He paused for a moment and then shook his head and continued: "I don't feel anything, because the handover of work and the construction of the team have been carried out for a long time on the part of the government department, and I have been busy working as an archon until now, and today's so-called Fuzhe inauguration ceremony is just a process for the public."

"Really?"

Then I wish you all the best, brother, Lucrecia laughed, and suddenly called this in the name of the two of them when they were children many, many years ago, and then she paused slightly, her expression serious, "How are you preparing for what your father ordered?"

"I've drafted a few secret letters to send to other city-states, but the specifics need to be worked out - to convey warnings, to make them aware of the seriousness of the situation, and to avoid ambiguity, to avoid redundant or overreaction from other city-states, and to put it bluntly, this kind of paperwork is much more difficult than taking a fleet to fight with the children of the deep or other pirates."

If you want me to say, you can make the matter clear and serious, anyway, the people who can become consuls are smart people, at least they should have enough smart people under them, they know how to deal with it, you just give them a wake-up call, and don't teach them how to set up an early warning mechanism like a nanny, Lucretia said casually, "I'm ready to contact the Explorers Guild - ha, I don't know how they will react then." ”

"From the Lost Fleet, a warning to the entire world of the Cultural League."

Tirion said with emotion, "The last time something like this happened was a century ago. ”

"Yes, when my father first noticed that the border collapsed in the 'inner border'."

Lucretia spoke faintly, and I remember the church bells ringing at that time, and the newspapers in every city-state discussing the words from the great adventurer Duncan. Abnomar's warning.

"After so many years, he once again looked at the 'border' of the world, history seemed to return to the original point--- perhaps in a sense, the Lost Country had never been lost, its century in subspace, just a voyage in a wider dimension that we could not yet understand, and now it returned, with the brilliance of a new route, like a sentence left by the mad poet Puman.

They had been able to go straight in one direction until they had rounded the back of the world and returned to the world at a stunning angle, Tirion whispered the absurd poem of history, slowly rising from behind his desk, the sound of a band coming faintly from outside the domed office, but the sound of footsteps coming from the corridors One by one, it was time for the city to meet its new consul.

"Come on, dude. Also, don't forget my spiritual lens. ”

"Don't worry, I'll remember it this time."

The cold wind blew through the sparse bushes beside the road, through the dark carved fences, through the silent tombstones and the empty morgues on both sides of the path, and finally gradually dissipated in the depths of the cemetery.

The other was dressed in a plain nun's black dress, blindfolded, and her hair was scattered.

I thought you would be there, Archon Tirien's inauguration, even in the form of this avatar, Agatha walked slowly forward with Deng's back, whispering "It's not difficult to get you a suitable place. ”

"I don't show up, he's in good shape, and if I do, he might get nervous." Duncan said, "Then the convoy passed around here, and I just had to say hello to him from a distance." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the rather deserted cemetery path and the empty mortuary on both sides of the path!

I really miss this place, I remember... Originally, it was full of coffins.

"During the special period, we had to temporarily change the process of sending the spirits - the corpses during this time had to be sent to the incinerator as soon as possible, and the monks of silence were directly by the stove to comfort and bid them off, and the cemetery seemed to be quiet.

Duncan hummed, and then when he was about to reach the end of the trail, he suddenly stopped, and the modest caretaker's hut appeared before him, and in front of the hut was a special guest, a twelve-year-old girl, dressed in a thick white winter coat and a furry hat, like a tightly wrapped snowball.

Busy in front of the caretaker's hut, holding a large broom almost as tall as himself, trying to clear the snow in front of the house.

"That's Annie?"

Duncan turned his head slightly and asked softly.

"It's her, except for the first few days of martial law, she will come over every day at noon during school break." Agatha whispered.

"The guards here are no longer there, the new guards have not been arranged, and the cemetery is temporarily managed by the nearest church, and it doesn't hurt for her to be here, so the church has acquiesced to her coming and going here at will."

"Do you have your acquiescence too?"

"Hmm..."

The girl who was sweeping the snow in front of the hut finally noticed the movement in the direction of the trail, she turned her head, looked at the two figures who appeared not far away in surprise, was stunned for a few seconds, threw the broom in her hand aside, and ran over happily, "Sister Gatekeeper, and Uncle Duncan." ”

Anne happily greeted the two acquaintances in front of her, but as soon as she finished shouting, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly straightened up again and looked at Agatha: "Mother said that I want to call Your Excellency the Gatekeeper, or the Archbishop..."

"It's okay, just call it what you like."

Agatha laughed and reached out to press Anne's hat, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold," Anne shook her head, and then she grabbed Agatha's hand and pointed to the hut not far away.

"Your hands are too cold, go into the house and roast the fire, I also made herbal tea."

Agatha subconsciously wanted to refuse, but saw that Duncan had already walked towards the hut, she was a little surprised for a moment, and could only helplessly follow, the neat and simple caretaker was in the small family, the fire was in full swing, the wood was crackling in the hearth, and the samovar next to it was steaming, and the heat was fragrant and bitter with herbs, Anne poured two cups of hot tea, and stuffed the warm cups into Duncan and Agatha's hands: "This is for the patrol church guards, they will come over in a while, if you don't drink, warm your hands."

The girl seems to have only realized in hindsight that the 'Gatekeeper Sister' in front of her is already a corpse.

Agatha didn't care, she thanked her.

In his hand, he held the cup that was already starting to get hot.

"Is it warmer?" Anne asked again, cold, the whole world was cold, the teacup was cold and so was the fire, and Agatha smiled softly, "It's much warmer." ”

Immediately afterward, she noticed Duncan's movement from time to time beside him.

"What are you looking at?" She asked, confused.

"I think it's a good place to settle."

Duncan withdrew his gaze from looking around the room and said to Arusha, "After all, if it is only used to house an avatar, a house like the one on Wood Street seems a bit wasteful. ”

Agatha was stunned for a moment, and gradually reacted, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "You.... Could it be...."

"The Lost Country is going to continue its voyage, and my avatar who stayed in the city also needs a place to stay."

Duncan said lightly, "Don't worry about the new guard, this can save you a lot of effort!"