Deep Sea Embers

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 outer areas, 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 to 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 can usually make 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 the city-state have made little contribution to this map.

Vanna quickly found two locations that deserved attention: Fireplace Street, located on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area, which was located closer to the hinterland of the inner city.

Fanna's eyes fell on this ordinary area marked as the cemetery area, and she saw that the entire area was numbered from one to four, and divided into four cemeteries - they were almost symmetrical around the church area in the center of the city-state. The distribution formed a vague ring shape, which looked... really not like the planning method of a normal 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 Tirian, "Then when the curfew starts, you and Vanna will find a place to stay in the city-state, and Alice and I will go to Cemetery No. 3."

"The contaminated warship sank, and it sank extremely fast," Duncan said while extracting useful memories and information from the body he had newly occupied. "It was like something was dragging on the bottom of the sea. It’s like dragging it..."

It has a gray exterior wall, a dark sloped roof, a black door, and an exterior gas lamp with wrought iron carvings. It is a typical northern city-state building, and it looks like it has been inhabited recently.

Tirian took two steps forward and checked the house number next to the door by the light of the gas lamp.

Under the cold night sky, a white dove flew into the night from the frost coast and pounced on the lights of the distant city.

Vanna's figure appeared on the deck.

After calming down for a while, Vanna asked in her mind: "Where is Tirian?"

A slightly old-looking house stands at the corner of Hearth Street.

"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 alarmed by the self-destruction of this warship, but I am not very confident in them. , you still have to go and see it in person.”

"...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 here...over there The defense system should not be penetrated so easily..."

"Cemetery?" Tirian 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 No. Cemetery happens to know such a channel.”

Under the cold night, he moved his hands, feet and shoulders, feeling the wonder of his consciousness controlling multiple bodies.

After the feeling of delay gradually faded away, he breathed out softly.

It only took a while for her to deal with matters on the Homeless Ship while ensuring Duncan's actions.

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.

Under the quiet and cold night, the big pirate suddenly shivered.

"It has been half a century since 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 His eyes looked into the distance, and his calm voice seemed to be brewing a storm, "Tirion, how many ships have sunk into the sea far away from the frost in the past half century, under that city-state... How many things might be hidden now?”

"A Frost military ship exploded and sank on its way back to the island - it briefly stopped at Dagger Island and became a pollution carrier when it returned." Duncan did not hide it, "Now I believe the situation on Dagger Island It may have gone out of control, but due to unknown reasons, the entire warning system on the island did not respond, and Hanshuang Island did not receive any abnormal reports. "

And just when he was distracted, Tirian heard a steady and powerful footsteps coming from the distance. He followed the sound and saw his father's figure appearing on the deck under the night.

Fanna turned her head with a confident smile on her face: "We will take your worries very seriously."

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 the 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 there were five-shaped people there. Same as steering.

"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, your ship The ship’s activity is simply too high.”

"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."

"No, I'll just go there,"

Duncan shook his head, and then casually ordered, "Adjust the course to Dagger Island, full speed."

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?"

A white dove flew into the city, and deep in the deserted streets during the curfew period, there was a flash of green firelight.

Tirian's expression gradually changed, and a layer of solemnity slowly appeared in his one eye: "What do you mean..."

At the same time, on the Lost Home far away in the cold sea, the door to the captain's cabin finally opened.

"Worst case scenario?"

Duncan on the side spoke subconsciously: "It's one thing to spread the news, but it's more important to attract enough attention..."

The deck fell silent.

"Dagger Island?" Tirian was stunned and immediately reacted, "Something happened over there?!"

"I will send Ai to take you back later. You can take your team and wait at a distance," Duncan thought for a while, but had not yet made a decision in his mind, "Be prepared to deal with the worst case scenario."

"...What about me?" Tirian thought for a moment and vaguely understood what his father meant, "What do you need me to do?"

Many parts of the Lost Home are indeed still the same as in memories, but the ship always reminds itself in various casual details - it is a ghost ship baptized by subspace.

It took him a while to adapt to his new body - compared with the stumbling situation when Morris first tried "multi-tasking", this time with an additional body, he adapted more easily. It was much faster and smoother.

It does not take too many people to check the situation in a house, and if this "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.

This was indeed the residence Brown Scott mentioned in his letter.

The goat-headed voice immediately sounded: "He is far away on the stern deck. Do you need to call him?"

"Alice and I are going to check on the situation," Duncan, who was wearing a long black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, turned back to Vanna and Tirian beside him and said, his voice sounded deep under the thick bandages. Feeling depressed, "You guys wait at a distance - just don't disturb the night guards."

"This brings unexpected convenience." Duncan said casually.

Although it was the first time he saw such a scene after boarding the ship again, he couldn't help but frown.

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