The cold atmosphere in the room seemed to ease slightly, and the living people, who had been shivering from the cold, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Tirion still didn't respond to the series of "suggestions" made by the principal secretary. He just calmly stared at the things placed on the table, and time seemed to have passed for a century.

Just when everyone was almost crushed by this silence, he finally raised his head: "This is the wisdom to maintain order. Presumably, this wisdom played a great role half a century ago."

"You should know the extent to which the Frost reached back then," the principal secretary said, his eyes not evading. "Great men do many great things, but the mistakes they make can be as fatal as their great achievements—to control the situation, some things we have to do. General Tirion, I have studied history. In fact... I personally always thought that Her Majesty Lei-Nora was a remarkable ruler, but this cannot hide the mess after the failure of the Qian Yuan (Deep Abyss) Project."

"Yes, you have studied history—and I have personally experienced history," Tirion said calmly. "We all understand the situation back then, so I don't mean to be critical. To be fair, you at least kept the Frost stable for another half a century after that."

The principal secretary's tense nerves seemed to relax a little. He leaned forward subconsciously: "So, you mean you agree..."

Tirion didn't speak, but pressed his hand on the documents, exerting a little force.

The power of extreme cold permeated the paper, and the tiny ice crystals quickly dissolved and became complete again. With a rustling sound, these records, which were enough to leave heavy marks in history, turned into fragments.

The principal secretary's eyes widened instantly, and General Lister, who had been unable to open his mouth to speak, couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "You..."

"What you want is this," Tirion raised his head and looked at the Frost person opposite him, "What you want is the real record—what exactly is wrong outside this mine, how exactly did the cultists infiltrate the city-state, who is responsible and who is not responsible, and the true trajectory of Governor Winston's administration—without considering the premise of 'rapidly restoring order', give you the most authentic first-hand information.

"That part outside the secular order... I think my father will find a way."

Tirion suddenly paused and looked out the window.

He hesitated for two seconds, as if making up his mind, before continuing, "To be honest, the situation in the city will be very bad. A large amount of infrastructure may have to be shut down for a while, and the pollution caused by those 'slurries' will lead to a shortage of fuel supply, food distribution problems, deteriorating public security, and the resulting public outrage. We must find a way to divert the public's attention, and diverting it to the former government and governor is the most effective way..."

"It doesn't matter. It's just that ordinary people should not discuss things related to 'me' too much. Just for the sake of physical and mental health, let's end this topic." Tirion waved his hand and quickly changed the subject.

"As long as the remaining forces of the City Hall can cooperate to the greatest extent, as for the others..." Tirion paused deliberately at this point, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Secretary, do you know who is the most orderly person on the Endless Sea?"

"Your father, he..." General Lister couldn't help but speak, even using the word "he" subconsciously in his address, "Is he still watching Frost? Where is he now?"

And the principal secretary couldn't help but ask curiously: "Your father... what does he usually do?"

"...Seventy years ago, the last royalists left this city, and the rebel army established a new city hall, and I became a rebel. Seventy years later, I'm back again, and this city is still the same as when I left..." Tirion looked at the distant scenery and suddenly said with emotion, "Round and round, everything seems to have come back—General Bai Xin'an, tell me, what is the meaning of our past seventy years?"

"I'm still paying attention to this matter, but the specific situation cannot be revealed," After hesitating for a long time, the great pirate could only say vaguely, "I am very busy usually, and I have to contact you."

I also don't know how he understood it. Bai Xin'an was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded: "Ah... I can understand."

After all, it seems that these Frost people in front of me still don't know that "I" am currently in the city. If I talk nonsense without my father's permission, I will probably get another beating. I am almost the governor, and I can't afford to lose face. The principal secretary walked over from the side and pointed out the window. General Lister walked over and stood behind Tirion: "But before today, there should be big changes."

"Relax, Mr. Secretary. Compared with seventy years ago, the current situation in Frost is not too bad. I still know many 'trade partners'. If we let them know the real situation here, many people will be willing to help. At least in terms of the secular order, you don't have to worry too much. As for the part outside the 'secular order'..."

A series of answers instantly appeared in Tirion's mind, but he hesitated again and again and didn't dare to say them.

Tirion resisted the urge to roll his eyes—how would I know? My father has been shrouded in mystery since he came back from the subspace. Who knows what my old man usually does? He can't be like ordinary retired old people, fishing, walking dogs, and feeding pigeons when he has nothing to do...

"Pirates, the great pirates of the Raging Sea," Tirion smiled, "The city-state navy always has stable supply ports and safe harbors, and the ocean-going merchant ships always have church protection and naval escort. Only pirates—to fight against the Endless Sea, the only things we can rely on are a little discipline and order."