Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 307 - 311 Intelligence Exchange

Chapter 307: Chapter 311 Intelligence Exchange Chapter 307 -311 Intelligence Exchange The aging father was concerned about his son’s everyday life and wanted to see what his son was doing at home.

At half-past midnight, his son was on an icy, snowy island base, propping up a platform where a dozen girls were belly dancing.

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At that moment, Tyrion was completely baffled—frankly, his feeling of horror and the tsunami of thoughts in his mind even surpassed when he heard a few days ago that another “Number Three Submersible” had appeared near Frost.

This well-known pirate captain from the Chill Sea stiffened and moved aside, trying to block Duncan’s view in this clumsy way, but he just saw another icy, crystal-covered wall light up, and his father walked directly onto another mirror surface, continuing to look towards the stage. “Aren’t they cold?”

Tyrion responded subconsciously, “…Cold, but they can endure with a special alchemical potion…”

“Ah Tyrion,” Duncan turned his gaze back and looked at Tyrion, who had completely stiffened like an ice sculpture, “Don’t be so tense, you’re already an adult, what hobbies you have is your freedom, only… this hobby is a bit beyond my expectations. Does your sister know?”

“It’s not what you think!” Tyrion couldn’t help but exclaim again—this time with even more helplessness and even despair in his voice, “And please don’t mention it to her, if you ever get an opportunity to contact her…”

“Oh, so it seems she doesn’t know,” Duncan nodded, “Indeed, it’s better that Lucricia doesn’t know about this.”

Tyrion: “What do I have to say for you to…?”

Duncan laughed.

He could certainly see the expression on Tyrion’s face and had heard his earlier shout; he simply found it amusing—to see such a reaction from the most notorious pirate in the Chill Sea was not an easy feat, and it would have been too regrettable to miss this scene.

The moment Tyrion saw Duncan smiling, he realized.

He was first astounded.

His father was jesting with him, a somewhat nasty, yet long-missed jest.

Then, quickly collecting his astonishment, he let his expression turn stern—as if his earlier lapse never happened.

“If you’ve had enough fun, let’s talk business,” the great pirate sighed, somewhat helplessly, “I don’t believe you’ve come in the dead of night just to joke around like this.”

“I’ve encountered a ship,” Duncan also straightened his expression and directly said, “The Obsidian, do you remember that name?”

“The Obsidian?” Tyrion frowned first, recalling the famous ships currently on various routes and finding nothing, but then his expression shifted slightly, “You mean the Obsidian? I know of only one, but it should have sunk…”

As Duncan had expected.

No one would know the ship situation in the cold waters to the north better than a pirate who had ruled there for half a century; particularly a ship lost to a marine disaster would leave a deep impression on Tyrion.

Because ships sunk by marine disasters are considered the greatest omen of doom in the Endless Sea; captains may disregard other vessels, but they definitely strive to learn about those that sank—the names of the ships, what cargo they had, what they did, and where they had been.

“Exactly, the sunken vessel, it sank six years ago,” Duncan nodded, “It has reappeared on the surface, having completely turned into a mysterious entity—with all-over upside-down and disordered cabin structures, life-bearing muddy substances, and… a human-like yet inhuman ‘captain.'”

As Duncan finished, Tyrion’s eyes had already begun to widen, and after a brief reflection, the great pirate’s face was filled with surprise and seriousness.

He didn’t question because he knew his father wouldn’t lie to him about such a matter, at such a time—he wouldn’t do something so pointless.

Yet, despite that, he still found it hard to believe, for the development had completely exceeded his expectations.

“Does it sound familiar?” Duncan’s voice continued, as though carrying the chill of the Chill Sea, “It’s somewhat similar to the ‘Number Three Submersible,’ but more severe; it is a Replication returned from the deep sea, with not only the crew inside being twisted but the ship itself. You’ve been involved in the Abyssal Project, so I want to hear your judgement.”

“My judgment…” Tyrion opened his mouth, but then realized something else, “Wait, where did you encounter that ship?!”

He suddenly realized—The Obsidian sank near Frost, theoretically, the ‘Replication’ surfacing should also be near Frost; how could his father have encountered that ship?!

A slight smile appeared on Duncan’s face through the ice.

“Are you in a high enough place?”

“A high enough place?” Tyrion looked around, somewhat puzzled. “The terrain here is quite adequate, the whole harbor area is on high ground…”

“Is there anything blocking your view to the southwest?”

“No.”

“Oh, look in that direction and wait a moment.”

Instinctively, Tyrion gazed southwest toward the gentle slope that slightly inclined toward the sea—the main residential facilities of the harbor were situated along this slope, ending at the coastline. Beyond the coastline and a few kilometers out lay the dense fog and turbulent currents that surrounded this secret mother harbor.

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Something flickered in the fog.

It was a ghostly green light, rising and shimmering like a specter in the mist.

Tyrion blinked.

A moment later, he heard a distant, hazy, but unmistakably real roar.

It was an ancient muzzle-loading cannon firing.

“You’re in the Chill Sea…” Tyrion felt his muscles tense, a subtle yet pervasive chill seemed to gradually envelop him. He hesitated, turning his head to look at Duncan in the ice, “You… found this place?”

“Not easy to locate, your island is surrounded by dense fog and drifting ice, along with erratic currents, but fortunately, the Spirit Realm is calm with safe sea routes,” Duncan smiled, “But don’t worry, I won’t bring the Homeloss directly next to your island, that would make your subordinates nervous—Homeloss will hide in the dense fog near you.”

Tyrion thought for a moment, then suddenly found his father’s last comment even more chilling—It would be better to simply bring the Homeloss into the harbor!

But he never dared say that out loud.

For he feared that the next day he might indeed see the flagpole of the Homeloss sticking out above the harbor.

“Your expression is tense and gloomy,” Duncan’s voice suddenly reached him, “Have I brought you trouble?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that!” Tyrion hastened to speak, adjusting his expression as he said, “It’s just that this came somewhat suddenly, and I’m still not quite used to… interacting with you.”

At this, he paused, then quickly added before Duncan could speak again, “Why have you suddenly come to the Chill Sea? Surely it’s not just to give me a ‘surprise,’ right?”

“Some things have happened,” Duncan nodded, “A person who should have died years ago suddenly sent a letter from Frost, which caught my attention. After arriving here, I soon encountered the ‘Obsidian,’ further confirming my suspicions. Now I suspect that the shadows left by the Abyssal Project years ago are stirring beneath the Frost.”

The Abyssal Project…

Tyrion’s cheeks twitched uncontrollably, memories surged in his heart—some from half a century ago, others more recent.

The sudden news from his father was like a blade slicing through a curtain that had been only slightly lifted, and Tyrion realized that the events unfolding were far more complex than he had imagined.

It was not just a “Submerger No. 3,” not just Dagger Island, beneath the Frost Deep Sea… there was more than just the resurgence of the Abyssal Project.

“I’m afraid your suspicion may be correct,” he opened his mouth, his expression complicated, “There really are issues under the Frost. The Obsidian you encountered is not an isolated case… You know? Just recently, the authorities of Frost also dredged up something near the coasts.”

The voice from within the ice fell silent for a few seconds: “Judging by your expression, I think I can guess what that is.”

“Yes, the third submersible, the eighth Replication, has now been sent to an uninhabited island called ‘Dagger Island’ near Frost. The authorities have marked it as a military zone, trying to unravel the secrets of the replication,” Tyrion said, shaking his head, “And that’s not the only news. Recently, there have been rumors of the dead coming back to life in Frost City-State. It’s said that some of the dead have suddenly burst from their graves, and even individuals who had been dead or missing for years suddenly appeared in the streets of the city—but there are also contradictory reports claiming they are merely ordinary residents of the City-State, with the overly tense church guards arresting people randomly during curfew.”

Tyrion shrugged.

“The information regarding Dagger Island is hard to investigate due to the blockade, but I have some sources in Frost City-State. According to these sources, strange events do indeed frequently occur there recently, and unfamiliar faces come and go within the city. But as for the dead coming back to life… I think it’s not very credible.”

(Here’s a book recommendation from the plethora of options, “Starting Galactic Rescue After Retiring” by Qin Ling—he always thought he was just an ordinary person, wanting only a laid-back life until he became the head of a galactic rescue station. He has this feeling that his life will be full of excitement. But there remains a question to be addressed: why do the spaceships still need to be self-made?)