Bab 370: Chapter 374 Frost Messenger

Tirian stood on the towering bridge of the Sea Mist, his gaze piercing through the broad windows, fixating on the vast sea beyond.

That was once the direction of Dagger Island—but now, there was nothing but a wide stretch of sea and a few reconnaissance boats still fruitlessly searching for clues.

Dagger Island had been missing for so long, yet neither the Frost Folk nor the Mist Fleet had found anything in these waters.

The pirate sighed deeply, turned around, and left the bridge, then walked into his own captain's quarters—on the desk of the captain's quarters, there sat an oval-shaped mirror with an antique aura, oddly out of place with the Sea Mist's overall advanced style.

Tirian approached the mirror and, seeing his own reflection, appeared somewhat hesitant.

However, he quickly cast aside his hesitation, reached into a drawer, and pulled out a carved candleholder used for rituals, placing it in front of the mirror.