The Sheriff's Office room was warm and well-lit, and despite the chaos, it still seemed orderly - and there was tea and coffee available.
"Name?"
"Lawrence Creed."
"Profession?"
"Captain, Captain of the White Oak."
"The guild you belong to?"
"The Explorers Association, I have a full set of qualifications for a senior explorer, including certificates in history, mysticism, and navigation-related fields. In addition... um, no more."
"Why did you come to Frostbite?"
Lawrence raised his head, looked at the bright electric light above, and thought for a few seconds: "Actually, I came here to deliver the goods at the beginning...the goods ordered by your city-state cathedral."
The young note-taker sitting across the table was writing and drawing on the paper. After a few strokes, he raised his head with a friendly but nervous smile on his face: "Okay, I've written it down. Don't mind, just do it as a matter of routine.
Just record it. After all, when I come here, I have to leave some records. Hanshuang thanks you for your help - do you need another sugar cube? "
"Ah, no, thank you." Lawrence waved his hand a little awkwardly, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, but because he was still in the ghost state, he could neither taste nor feel the cold or warmth, so he had to put the cup down again.
, turned around and glanced behind him.
The sailors, whose bodies were burning with ghostly flames, sat in a row on the lounge chairs in the back half of the room. These rude guys had almost eaten and drank all the tea and snacks prepared in the office - they didn't mind the spirit state.
My sense of taste has failed, and I have a great meal here with the mentality of "you can't go back at a loss after coming here".
There was no sense of nervousness at all after being "invited" to the Public Security Bureau for disturbing public order - of course, this was normal. After all, my group was indeed "invited" by the police officers very politely, even with some nervousness and awe.
of.
Thinking of this, Lawrence couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment in his heart, but because his face was covered in flames, others probably couldn't see his expression.
"I heard that you initially assisted the gatekeepers in the church district. Why have you been wandering around in the upper city since then? And... caused such a big commotion?"
The young record-keeper across the table who was in charge of registration asked curiously and cautiously.
"These are some...little accidents," Lawrence said with a hint of shame in his tone, trying hard to think of how to explain the complicated situation at hand - how should he explain it? Could it be that he was leading a group of sailors to cause a scene?
After that, I still had too much energy, so I planned to walk around the city and buy some souvenirs to go back to Plande. However, because the ghost fire was difficult to control, the flames that were finally restrained did not know what happened when the sun rose.
"Fire up" again?
It really "fired up" in a literal sense - just walking on the crossroads, it started burning in public.
Anomaly 077, who was originally wrapped in a robe and well hidden in the team, was frightened and ran directly from the sailors to the sidewalk.
As a result, within five minutes, police forces from three streets were attracted, and men, women, and children from Shangcheng District rushed to report the incident.
Lawrence thought for a long time and felt that it was really difficult to tell the truth. The main reason was that if he said it casually and inaccurately, he would be suspected of "ruining the reputation of the Lost Fleet" - although the Lost Fleet did not seem to have a good reputation in the world, but in the end
At least it can't be this kind of reputation.
So he could only smile awkwardly again and casually said: "We were very curious about this city, and for a while we neglected to cover our whereabouts..."
The crackling sound of flames suddenly sounded. Lawrence patted the green flames on his arm and checked whether the armrests of the seat were scorched by the spiritual fire. After confirming that it was OK, he raised his head and continued to look sincerely.
Looking at the young man opposite, smiling.
"...Can you temporarily extinguish this terrible flame?"
"I'm working hard - even though it may not be obvious."
"...Thank you for your cooperation. You can wait here for a moment. I have a few more questions to ask your... subordinates."
The young recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried hard to maintain a calm and friendly expression, then took a deep breath, and then turned to look at the other figure next to the table - a figure who was also waiting for the "routine", no matter how you look at it
They are all quite suspicious guys.
Wearing an old-time sailor's smock and a sailor's hat that didn't fit the size of his head, he was a shriveled corpse with a terrifying appearance.
Noticing that the eyes were on him, the mummy immediately raised his head, with a cruel smile on his face: "Question? I understand this, just ask."
"Uh... Okay," the recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, cursing in his mind the boss who arranged for him to be on duty here today, enviing his colleagues who can patrol the streets, and trying to sound calmer.
,"Name?"
"'Sailor', that's what I call him." The mummy replied immediately.
"Water... um, okay, occupation?"
"abnormal."
The recorder raised his head blankly: "Huh?"
"Anomaly," the mummy said honestly, pointing to his shriveled head, "or to be more specific, Anomaly 077."
The recorder seemed to have turned into a sculpture. After a few seconds, a clearly audible "gurgling" sound of swallowing came to Lawrence's ears.
"Ahem, there are very complicated reasons for this." Lawrence coughed twice, and his voice finally woke up the recorder who was almost in a blank mind. "Don't worry, when the person in charge of the church here comes, I will
Find a way to explain and register clearly.”
Listening to the old captain's words, the recorder seemed to be still at a loss. The expression on his face changed rapidly several times before he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a whirlwind enveloped the pale man.
Smoke and dust suddenly blew up in the office——
The gray wind swirled, and a blind female priest in a black dress walked out of the wind, and a slightly ethereal and hoarse female voice came: "I have arrived."
The recorder, whose nerves were almost stretched to the limit, and even his sanity was beginning to falter, suddenly seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and almost "bounced" from his chair: "Ah, Ms. Agatha! You are finally here! This
The situation on the other side is a bit..."
"I know that the situation is complicated, so I will handle it personally," Agatha waved her hand before the unfortunate recorder finished speaking, and then turned to Lawrence, her pale lips slightly raised, but her tone was a little weird, "
I thought you had left long ago."
"I originally wanted to leave..." Lawrence smiled dryly, but the tense nerves in his heart could not help but relax a bit - anyway, he had the experience of fighting side by side with the "gatekeeper" lady in front of him.
Although the whole process is full of chaos, weirdness, evil and countless emergencies, at least one thing is certain: everyone is "the same person".
Agatha on the opposite side seemed to be relieved. She waved her hand to the recorder next to her, indicating that he could leave. The young man immediately escaped from the room with a very small number of people, as if he had been granted amnesty.
's office.
Then Agatha sighed again, as if with deep helplessness and exhaustion, and signaled Captain Lawrence and his party to calm down. Then she concentrated her energy and said in her mind: "We have found them, they are all in the Public Security Bureau."
What about... the situation here? The situation is very good, and the appetite looks very good... Yes, I understand, and I will take care of the aftermath... Don't worry, they didn't cause much trouble themselves, they just caused a little panic among the citizens.
You know, everyone is on edge right now...
"There is something else I want to report to you. There is an out-of-control anomaly... Yes, an out-of-control anomaly, number 077, named 'Sailor', and this mummy is acting with them...
"Let them go to you? I understand, to Oak Street...ah, okay, I understand."
After a long time, Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head to "look" at Captain Lawrence.
Even though the black cloth covered his eyes, there still seemed to be a substantial gaze that penetrated the thick cloth, making the old captain feel a little stressed.
The latter vaguely reacted: "Were you talking to 'him' just now?"
"Yes, and he has an order," Agatha nodded, her expression becoming serious, "He asked you to go see him."
"Go to see him?" Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, and his tone couldn't help but be a little nervous, "You mean..."
"The Lost Home is currently parked outside the Frostbite Sea. Captain Tirian will tell you the approximate location - the Sea Mist and your White Oak are currently docked in a port. You can see them when you arrive at the dock," Aga
Sha said calmly, "Go to the open sea to look for him. Don't worry about missing him. When you get close, your ship will know what to do. Just let it sail on its own."
Lawrence swallowed subconsciously and looked at the sailors he had brought with him. The latter also stood up one after another, with obvious nervousness in every sight.
He turned his head and looked to his side again, and saw Anomaly 077, who was already crawling on the ground and crawling towards the door little by little.
Several sailors swarmed up and dragged the mummy back despite its violent struggle.
Lawrence slowly looked away from the chaos and looked at Agatha in front of him anxiously.
"He...did he say what he wanted to do with us?"
"No, but he said this was just a friendly invitation, so you shouldn't be too nervous..."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Lawrence could speak, Anomaly 077 next to him started jumping around and wailing under the control of several sailors: "I! No! Believe it!!"
"Shut him up," Lawrence turned around and shouted, then took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his breath, and then nodded gently to Agatha, "I understand, I will go to the appointment
of."
"Relax, you really don't need to be nervous," Agatha laughed upon seeing this, "Actually... he is really a more peaceful and friendly existence than anyone imagined."
"I know," Lawrence smiled wryly and spread his hands, "but the tension is not something that can be easily eliminated. This can probably only be changed after we go to the appointment and actually meet 'him'."
"Anyway, I wish you all the best," Agatha nodded slightly, and then asked casually, "Is there anything else? Although the current frost situation is not good, as long as I can do it,
I'll try to help."
When Lawrence heard this, he really showed a thoughtful expression, and then he reached out and touched it in his arms.
After a while, he took out a piece of paper from his arms that looked a little illusory and transparent due to the burning of the spirit flames, and handed it to Agatha.
"What's this?"
"This is the cargo list - all the goods ordered by your cathedral have been delivered to the port," Lawrence said, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "Can this order... still be closed?"
Agatha was stunned for a moment.
The gatekeeper of the Frost City State, the temporary Archbishop, the "messenger" of the Fire Usurper, the resolute and intelligent Lady Agatha - I really didn't expect this scene.
After more than ten seconds of silence, the "blind nun" finally nodded, as if gritting her teeth and saying: "...knot."