Stepping out of the flame door were Alice in disguise, Vanna in ordinary clothes, and Maurice in a dark gray coat carrying a cane.
Duncan needs Maurice's knowledge to help him understand the city and find the whereabouts of "Brown Scott". He needs Vanna's professional ability to find the whereabouts of the cultists and, if possible, contact the local church.
To make a connection, it takes Alice...
It wasn't really necessary, but Alice wanted to come and have a look - and on the other hand, considering that Alice was in the Frost Queen's face, Duncan thought it might be a bit of fun to bring her over.
The green spiritual flames quickly dissipated and disappeared in the air. Ai turned into a white dove again and landed on a nearby tree branch. Morris tightened his thick coat in the frosty cold wind and looked up.
In the brightly lit city nearby, Alice was looking around curiously, while Vanna had already noticed the burly figure standing in the darkness.
A horrifying body, the posture of returning from the fire does not look like it can still stand here alive, but this body is standing so calmly in the darkness, using calm eyes
Looking here, the remaining fragments of clothing on the body show the body's former identity.
An inexplicable "connection" emerged in her heart. Fanna was in a daze for a moment, and she was already sure that the figure she met for the first time was the captain.
"Mr. Duncan," she came to Duncan and couldn't help but look him up and down again. Although she knew that the captain used the possessed "incarnation" when operating in the city-state, but after seeing the state of this incarnation
I still couldn't help but frown a little, "Your body..."
"Actually, it's in pretty good shape - it just looks a little scary," Duncan said in a low voice. "It depends on luck to find an incarnation that's in good shape and 'fits' well enough. This body is better than the one you saw in the sewer."
That 'sacrifice' is better."
Fanna immediately recalled some not-so-pleasant things. The corners of her eyes seemed to tremble, and her voice was low: "...I don't want to remember it."
Duncan smiled, looked up at Alice, who was still looking around, and waved: "Stop looking around and come here to help - do you have everything with you?"
Only then did Alice come back to her senses, and ran to Duncan in a few steps, raising the small box in her hand: "I'm taking it with me! I'm taking it with me! There are clothes and bandages... Wow! Captain, you have such a nice face."
It’s dark…”
Duncan ignored the fussing sound of the doll and just took the suitcase brought by the other party. After opening it, he inspected the contents: a long black windbreaker suitable for covering the details of the body. The wide stand-up collar can cover the face and neck when turned up.
, a similarly black wide-brimmed hat, gloves, shoes, some bandages, some cash and a neatly folded city-state map.
Duncan raised his eyebrows - things were more comprehensive than imagined.
In order to adapt to this new body, he put most of his consciousness here and didn't pay much attention to the situation on the ship. When he asked the goat head to send a message to Alice, he only said to prepare clothes and bandages. As for including cash,
Other things included...it seems that Alice's mind can't automatically think of it.
"Mr. Tirian helped prepare it," Alice took the initiative to explain from the side before Duncan could ask. "He heard that you were going to be active in the city-state, so he asked me to bring these over - oh yes,
He also asked me to tell you that the map is the latest. The red marks on it are the secret contact points of the Haiwu Fleet. There are some lines... lines and so on..."
"The informant is a living member of the outer sea fog fleet," Duncan said casually, with some emotion in his tone, "He said he would never set foot on the frosty land again... but his eyes never left this city.
After all, it’s just a matter of setting foot there in person.”
"Oh yes, informant," Alice nodded repeatedly, and then asked while looking around at the contents of the box, "Are these things useful?"
Duncan nodded slightly: "They can all come in handy. Tirian is really attentive."
As he spoke, he picked up the bandages and handed them to Fanna next to him: "Help - you know how to do it, right?"
Vanna thought of Duncan's intention when she saw the things in the box. She took the bandage, but before wrapping it around the captain, she still asked uneasily: "Is this really okay? I feel it is still too eye-catching.
A little bit..."
"Just block it. I have no intention of settling in the frost with this appearance," Duncan said while cooperating with Vanna's movements. "Just don't attract the Sheriff when walking on the street. If you encounter someone who is really inconvenient to move,
If the situation arises, we need your and Maurice’s help.”
"Okay." Fanna nodded, and at the same time she started to wrap the bandage around Duncan's body with deft hands and feet. Her movements were skillful, and it was obvious that she had done similar things more than once.
On the front line of fighting heresy and evil, treating wounds is as common and necessary as breathing.
Alice watched Vanna busy at the side and seemed a little eager to try: "Can I help?"
Duncan turned his head slightly and glanced at the 1.6-meter-plus doll, and then at the 1.9-meter-meter Fanna in front of him.
Then he lowered his head and looked at his current body, which should be over 1.9 meters tall.
"Forget it, just raise your head and it will fall off," he rejected the puppet, and at the same time warned him uneasily, "Don't forget that this is a city-state, and it's a frost city-state. Pay attention to your disguise, not just the wig.
Don’t let your head fall down, and don’t take off the veil on your face, remember? Your face here will easily scare middle-aged and elderly people over fifty years old."
Alice immediately agreed: "Remember!"
Duncan nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Vanna.
To carry out operations in the unfamiliar Hanshuang, she of course can no longer wear the eye-catching outfit of armor and giant sword. In order to facilitate her activities in the city, she has now changed into regular clothes.
A woman's gray waist-length trench coat, black leather boots and trousers, her gray-white hair is still casually scattered behind her head, she still looks as heroic as usual, but without the armor and giant
Sword, this posture looks a little softer.
It's just that after all, with a height of 1.9 meters, her appearance may not attract questioning, but it is still not possible to keep a low profile.
While thinking about it, the bandage had already been wrapped around the face, and was wrapped layer by layer on the unrecognizable head.
Except for his eyes and a small patch of relatively intact skin near his left eye, his entire face was eventually covered.
Then, he put on the black trench coat with a high stand-up collar, and put on his shoes, gloves and wide-brimmed hat.
Fortunately, this body is very tall, and the sizes are almost the same as my own body, so these things are very suitable for wearing.
Duncan tidied his clothes one last time and carefully buttoned the long trench coat to the last button.
He couldn't see what he looked like now, but he could totally imagine it.
He wears a long black windbreaker that covers his whole body, a wide-brimmed hat and collar that hides his face, black leather gloves, and layers of bandages that are vaguely visible between the gaps in the coat and hat.
He thought for a while, then turned to look at the young judge standing quietly beside him: "Fanna, tell the truth..."
Fanna sighed: "I'm afraid the inexperienced police officers and guards will stop you for questioning immediately."
Duncan was silent for a moment: "...What about the experienced ones?"
"They will call for backup."
Duncan: "..."
"Well, it's actually not that serious." Fanna suddenly smiled and shook her head, "The above situation is limited to core urban areas with a high enough security level - there are sufficient defense forces there. If it is an ordinary urban area, you should not
You will run into trouble. This is my judgment based on Purander's situation, but it should be similar in Hanshuang. The only thing you need to worry about is probably your bandage..."
"The bandages should be a better disguise," before Vanna finished speaking, Morris next to her suddenly spoke, "These bandages may just be able to avoid a lot of trouble."
Duncan glanced away: "Huh?"
"Hanshuang has the God of Death as its main belief. Customs and symbols related to death are the characteristics here. Devout believers will even deliberately add bandages and other decorations to their clothes. This element is also found in the daily clothing of priests.
"Morris said while thinking, "You are most likely to be regarded as a death believer with special behavior."
Listening to the old gentleman's introduction, Fanna couldn't help but blink: "I have never understood these details... I only know the dogmas and related taboos of other three-god churches."
Morris laughed: "It is difficult to understand the specific customs and habits of each city-state without research."
Duncan looked at the old scholar: "Are these things your 'old friend' has communicated with you?"
Morris was silent for a moment and sighed softly: "Yes - Brown Scott is a very good folklorist. He has traveled to many city-states in the central and northern parts of his life, especially Frost and Cold Harbor. He has given
I have written many letters to introduce the strange customs and beliefs here."