The owner of the Rose Dollhouse searched for a long time in the storage room and finally found what she was looking for. However, when she came out, she found that the "customer" who had been standing in front of the counter had disappeared.

"...So impetuous..." After confirming that Tirean had left, the old woman couldn't help but mutter, "...No wonder her sister became a scholar, but her brother ran off to fight..."

However, Tirean certainly wouldn't know what the old elven lady was muttering about behind his back. At this moment, he had already rushed out of the doll shop and onto the street outside.

However, after standing in the open space in front of the shop and looking around, he couldn't find the figure of the blonde woman.

Several sailors who had been waiting outside the shop saw the captain come out looking around and immediately gathered around. "Captain, we're here."

"I wasn't looking for you," Tirean said quickly, while his eyes were still scanning the surrounding streets and alleys. "Did you see a blonde woman standing by the window just now? About... half a head shorter than me, wearing a purple dress."

The sailors looked at each other, then all turned their surprised gaze to Tirean.

Tirean frowned. "...What's with that look?"

"Captain..." one of the sailors mustered his courage and spoke, his tone hesitant. "Falling in love at first sight is a good thing, but I think crossing city-states..."

Tirean looked at his subordinate with a calm expression. "If you say another word, I'll stuff you into the eight main cannons of the Sea Mist and fire you in the direction of the gathering."

"Probably not," Alice continued, shaking her head. "The captain said that if I didn't cooperate, he would use Ah Gou to hit me, making me spin like a top..."

Alice thought for a moment. "Ah, the captain also said that he might react that way, so there's another invitation plan..."

Shelly thought for a moment, then had a new worry: "...If the captain sees his son's head swollen like that, will he be angry?"

I have indeed seen people with similar appearances, but the similarity to this extent... still far exceeds common sense, exceeds imagination.

The other person's voice is exactly the same as the Frost King's?!

The other party is obviously coming for me.

"His dad," Alice said honestly.

After speaking, he didn't intend to turn around and leave, but the blonde man who called himself Fang Fei suddenly said, "Do you want to know who the 'captain' I'm talking about is?"

"I don't know," Alice shook her head. "I can't fight anyway."

"...You're not asking his name," Tirean frowned. "I'm asking about his identity, and what he wants to do—why meet with me specifically?"

And the situation was indeed as he expected.

"The captain wants to see him," Alice said seriously, answering whatever she was asked. "He said that it's crowded and there are too many prying eyes around the small church, and many confidential matters are difficult to discuss, so he wants to lead him to a quieter place to communicate."

The sailors left, and Tirean finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then he looked at the surrounding environment, thought for a moment, and walked towards the most secluded corner of the street within his sight, waiting there silently for the other party to appear.

Fang Fei finally felt relieved and clapped his hands. "That's good, you call Aiyi over to transport people." "Probably not," Fang Fei also came over, watching Tirean walking past while whispering to Shelly, "The captain said that Tirean is a naughty child."

A mysterious captain wants to talk to me about some confidential matters, so he sent someone to lure me out?

As soon as he muttered a few words, he suddenly felt the surrounding aura change. An ominous premonition instantly surged, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the aura, only to see a big boy standing here at some point, swinging his arms and throwing something at him.

"Why didn't he dodge just now?" Shelly squatted down and poked Tirean's face with a wooden stick. "At least those Endtime Evangelists could dodge a few times..."

Waiting in this secluded alley for less than a moment, he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps coming from the other side. He looked up, following the sound.

Looking over, the blonde man with the face of the Frost King was indeed appearing in the shadows not far away.

Tirean's expression changed slightly the moment he heard the other party's words. "Sorry, that joke is not funny at all. Excuse me."

This seems to be a dog.

For less than a second, Tirean felt that he had a chance to dodge, even if the other party was ambushing, even if the other party's strength and speed were obviously those of a superhuman, he still had a chance to dodge. However, at the moment he tried to dodge, he found that all his limbs had stopped responding—as if invisible threads had tightly bound his bones and muscles, and he had lost control of his body.

Tirean was still thinking about this.

"But they didn't bring any money," the sixth sailor finally finished speaking. "They didn't even bring the fare—it's not a short distance from here to the cathedral."

A moment later, the "Iron Vice Admiral" threw a bag of change to the sailors, almost gritting his teeth to squeeze out a few words, "You guys, get lost."

The only thing he managed to do was to barely turn his head and take a look at the blonde man who was showing a harmless smile—and the beautiful dog head that was rapidly enlarging at the edge of his vision.

The blonde man opposite smiled and said very frankly.

"What 'but'," Tirean waved his hand. "I have some things to do. You guys leave first."

If his guess was correct, the other party would indeed take the initiative to show up—he had just dispersed his subordinates on the street in order to convey a "no meeting" signal.

With a loud bang, the great pirate flew out several meters and was silent.

"Ah?" The sailors were stunned for a moment, and one of them opened his mouth in a somewhat dazed manner. "But..."

"...He just got knocked away like that?" He looked at the chain in his hand, then at Tirean who had been knocked away, muttering to himself while walking over to check the situation, "He thought he would have to fight at least once, but the legendary great pirate is just like this... wasn't smashed to death, right?"

Someone almost exactly like the Frost King, who seemed to have been prepared, specially appeared in the direction of that doll shop, knocking on the window to attract his attention, but then ran away when he showed up—this series of actions was conveying a clear signal.

Even though he had only seen him once through the window just now, Tirean still couldn't help but feel shocked—he was just too similar!

It was precisely because of this overly similar appearance that Tirean's first reaction after the initial shock was caution and vigilance—he stared at this mysterious blonde man as if the other person was a dangerous element worth his full vigilance, and in that careful observation, he also discovered some strangeness in the other party.

"Incredible," just as Tirean became more and more vigilant, the blonde man took the initiative to speak, "You actually came—it turns out luring people out is so complicated."

Tirean's expression became serious. "This is an order."

But he didn't intend to meet with the other party.

Tirean frowned, and for some reason, he felt a lot more relaxed—he had been a pirate on the Frigid Sea for half a century, and he had seen countless similar situations. Rather than the Frost King, Lei Donri, suddenly reviving and looking for him, a secret meeting between captains was a situation he was more unfamiliar with.

Tirean was about to turn around and leave, but after hearing the other party's words, he hesitated subconsciously. "The other one..."

Tirean frowned slightly, seemingly vaguely thinking of something. He raised his head and looked at the few people he had brought. "You guys go back to the cathedral first."

He couldn't be sure if he had seen it wrong just now, but there was indeed a blonde man in the window with the exact same appearance as His Majesty Lei Nora knocking on the window.

Shelly looked at the results of her battle with a bit of bewilderment.

Tirean: "......"

Another sailor couldn't help but say, "But, Captain, we..."

"Did I spin just now?"

"It seems... you did spin. You spun many times in the air."

"I'm not interested in people who hide their heads and show their tails." After confirming that this was an unfamiliar "scene," Tirean's expression became tense. He replied casually, "Go tell your master that if he wants to meet with the captain of the Sea Mist, he should come openly and honestly, and look for me at the cathedral—but if it's definitely a shady deal, then I'm sorry, the Sea Mist only does legitimate business outside of the Frigid Sea."

Not only did Tirean not feel surprised or excited, but he became even more vigilant. "...Who is he?"

"My name is Fang Fei."

The sailor immediately fell silent.

In the vast sea of people, if only someone with a similar appearance to the Frost King appeared before his eyes, Tirean wouldn't have reacted much—in his long life of half a century, he had seen quite a few people with similar appearances. However, the fact that the other party was knocking on the window inside was a different matter.

His mannerisms carried the elegance and restraint of an aristocrat, and his appearance was rough but also had a bit more... "the aura of a living person." Others might not notice anything, but as a captain with an army of the living dead, Tirean gradually felt something from the other party... a trait that was extremely out of place on a living person.

"Huh?" Tirean frowned. "Who is it?"