After being disguised and prepared, Duncan set his sights on the brightly lit bustling city.
Fanna judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: "It is curfew time now, and there will be guards patrolling the roads in the city, but in the peripheral places, the patrol intensity will be relatively weak - even in Puland
In such a developed place, the guards in the lower city area cannot look after every corner. Generally speaking, the alert standard for the edge city area is, 'If an extraordinary loss of control occurs, ensure that the nearest team can arrive at the scene within twenty minutes, and the casualties should be minimized.
Spread into neighboring neighborhoods'."
"The Petrel exploded off the coast of the city-state, and no one on board survived. This situation cannot be hidden from anyone. The Frostbite authorities should be busy now, but it will be difficult for them to come to any conclusion after a while," said Morris on the side.
, "They should be given a warning."
"Oh, it's easy. I'm good at various forms of reporting, and I usually make the local departments nervous," Duncan said casually, "But in addition to warning, we also have to conduct our own investigation - this time
Things are very strange, and I can smell some atmosphere similar to that of Plande at that time. The things those cultists did... I'm afraid it's not small."
As he spoke, he picked up the map Tirian had prepared for him.
The content on the map is very detailed, and there are various special annotations. It is obviously not something issued by the people of the city-state. There is no doubt that the informants placed by Tirian in this city-state have made a considerable contribution to this map.
Duncan quickly found two locations worthy of attention: Hearth Street, located on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area, which was located closer to the hinterland of the inner city.
Duncan's eyes fell on the special area marked as the cemetery area, and he saw that the entire area was numbered, from one to nine, and divided into nine cemeteries - they were almost symmetrically distributed around the church area in the center of the city-state.
, forming a vague ring shape, which looks... really not like the planning method of an ordinary city-state.
Is this also the belief requirement of Bartok, the God of Death?
"Let's go to Hearth Street first to visit your 'old friend'," Duncan raised his head and glanced at Morris, "Then after the curfew is over, you and Vanna will find a place to stay in the city, and Alice and I will
Let’s go to Cemetery No. 3.”
"Cemetery?" Morris asked subconsciously.
"Aren't you going to give some small warning to the city-state authorities? You can't just go to the city hall or the cathedral and knock on the door to report it, right?" Duncan smiled, "Just have a channel to pass the news over, and I am in San
Cemetery No. 1 happens to know such a channel."
Fanna on the side said subconsciously: "It is one thing to spread the news, but more importantly, it must attract enough attention..."
Duncan turned his head with a confident smile on his face: "Don't worry, they will take it very seriously."
Under the cold night sky, a white dove flew into the night from the frost coast and pounced on the lights of the city in the distance.
At the same time, on the Lost Home far away in the cold sea, the door to the captain's cabin finally opened.
Duncan's figure appeared on the deck.
Under the cold night, he moved his hands, feet and shoulders, feeling the wonderful feeling of his consciousness controlling multiple bodies respectively. After the feeling of delay gradually faded away, he breathed out softly.
He just spent some time adapting to his new body in Frost - compared to the stumbling situation when he first tried "distracted multi-purpose" in Purland, this time he has an additional body.
It was quicker and smoother to adapt.
In just a moment, he was able to handle the affairs on the Lost Home while ensuring Operation Frost.
After calming down for a while, Duncan asked in his mind: "Where is Tirian?"
The goat-headed voice immediately sounded: "He is near the stern deck. Do you need to call him?"
"No, I'm just going over there," Duncan shook his head, and then casually ordered, "Adjust the course to Dagger Island, full speed."
"Yes, Captain!"
Creaking sounds rang out from the tight cables and masts. The sound of the huge ship adjusting its course and the crashing waves also broke the tranquility of the night. Tirian, who was standing on the stern deck and looking into the distance, was struck by this sudden movement.
Startled, he raised his head in surprise and saw that the dark steering wheel on the high bridge was slowly turning. Against the background of the dim light cast by the creation of the world, it seemed as if an invisible person was steering the wheel there.
Same.
Although this was not the first time he saw such a scene after boarding the ship again, he couldn't help but frown.
Many parts of the Lost Home are indeed still the same as in memories, but this ship always reminds me in various casual details - it is already a ghost ship baptized by subspace.
And just when he was distracted, Tirian heard a steady and powerful footsteps coming from nearby. He looked around and saw his father's figure appearing on the deck under the night.
"Shocked by the sudden movement?" Duncan saw Tirian staring at the steering wheel just now, and said with a half-smile, "It's the goat head steering the wheel."
"I know, I've seen it twice," Tirian came back to his senses and his expression returned to normal, "It's just that I'm still a little uncomfortable with it - although the Sea Mist also has some 'alive' characteristics, in comparison, you
The 'activity' of this ship is simply too high."
"This brings unexpected convenience." Duncan said casually.
Tirian was noncommittal, but after observing the ship's sailing attitude, he couldn't help but ask: "The Homeless is accelerating and adjusting its course - what are you going to do?"
"I came here to tell you that we are heading to Dagger Island."
"Dagger Island?" Tirian was stunned and immediately reacted, "Something has happened over there?!"
"A Frost military ship exploded and sank on its way back to the main island - it briefly stopped at Dagger Island, and when it returned it had become a pollution carrier." Duncan did not hide it, "Now I suspect that the people on Dagger Island
The situation may have gotten out of control, but due to unknown reasons, the entire alert system on the island has not responded at all, and Hanshuang Island has not received any abnormal reports."
"...Penetrating through the pollution, something silently penetrated the defense system on Dagger Island," Tirian understood instantly, but then he felt unbelievable about this feeling, "But this...over there
The defense system should not be penetrated so easily..."
"No defense system is foolproof, not to mention that the pollution comes from the deep sea, and it is more likely to be related to the Holy Lord Netherworld." Duncan shook his head, "The Frost authorities should have been alerted by the self-destruction of that warship, but I don't know much about them.
To be confident, you still have to go and see for yourself.”
"...What about me?" Tirian thought for a moment and vaguely understood what his father meant, "What do you need me to do?"
"I will send Ai to send you back later. You can take your team and wait near the frost." Duncan thought for a while and already made a decision in his mind. "Be prepared to deal with the worst case scenario."
"Worst case scenario?"
"The contaminated warship sank, and it sank at an unusually fast speed," Duncan said while extracting useful memories and information from the body he had newly occupied. "It was like something was tugging at the bottom of the sea.
It’s like dragging it..."
Tirian's expression gradually changed, and a layer of solemnity gradually appeared in his one eye: "What do you mean..."
"It has been half a century since the end of the Frost Rebellion. We assume that the 'things' disturbed by the Qianyuan Project have never been dormant during this half century, but have been active and even consciously accumulating strength,"
Duncan's eyes looked into the distance, and his calm voice seemed to be brewing a storm, "Tirion, how many ships have sunk into the sea near Frost in the past half century, under that city-state... and now...
How many things might be hidden?”
It was quiet on the deck.
Under the quiet and cold night, the big pirate suddenly shivered.
…
A white dove flew into the city, and deep in the deserted streets during the curfew period, there was a flash of green firelight.
The night guard team had just left here, and the citizens of the city-state would not go out late at night. No one noticed the fire that suddenly appeared in the shadow of the alley, and no one noticed several strange figures emerging from the shadow.
Get out.
A slightly old-looking house stands at the corner of Hearth Street.
Gray exterior walls, dark sloping roofs, black gates, and exterior gas lamps decorated with wrought ironwork - a typical northern city-state building, and it looks like it has been inhabited recently.
Morris took two steps forward and checked the house number next to the door by the light of the gas lamp.
This is indeed the residence Brown Scott mentioned in his letter.
"Maurice and I went to check on the situation," Duncan, who was wearing a long black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, turned back to Vanna and Alice beside him and said, his voice sounded deep under the thick bandages.
Feeling depressed, "You guys wait nearby - just don't disturb the night guards."
It does not take too many people to check the situation in a house, and if that "Brown Scott" is really in the house and has certain communication skills, then bringing too many people and too many people may cause unexpected trouble——
After all, Duncan is not here to kill everyone today, he is here to gather information.
(It’s book recommendation time, this time it’s from Yao Rubing’s “Please Don’t Come to Me Again!”, a light novel, young seedling, a work by a group of friends, “I’m so happy to offer sacrifices to heaven.”)