After disguise and preparation, Duncan set his sights on the brightly lit city.

Vanna judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: "It's curfew time, and the roads in the city will be patrolled by guards, but in some of the marginal areas, the patrols will be relatively weak - even in a place as developed as Puland, the guards of the lower city will not be able to watch all the corners, and generally speaking, the standard of vigilance in the edge of the city is 'in the event of an extraordinary loss of control, make sure that the nearest team can be on the scene within twenty minutes, and the casualties do not spread to the neighboring blocks'." ”

"The explosion of the Petrel off the coast of the city-state, and no one on board survived, is a secret, and the Frost authorities should be busy by now, but they may not be able to come to any conclusions for a while," said Morris on the sidelines, "and they should be given a warning." ”

"Oh, it's easy, I'm good at all forms of reporting, and I usually get the local authorities nervous," Duncan said casually, "but in addition to the warning, we have to conduct our own investigation—this time it's weird, and I can sniff something similar to the atmosphere of Plan's back then, the cultists...... I'm afraid it's not small. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the map Tirion had prepared for himself.

The map is detailed and has various special markings, and it is clearly not something issued by the citizens of the city-state—there is no doubt that the informant that Tirion planted in the city-state contributed no small amount to the map.

Duncan quickly found two interesting locations: Fireplace Street, on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area, which is located closer to the inner heart.

Duncan's gaze fell on the special block marked as a cemetery, and saw that the entire area was numbered numerically, from one to nine, divided into nine cemeteries—they were almost symmetrically arranged around the church district in the center of the city-state, forming a faint circle, which looked ...... It's not like the usual city-state's way of planning.

This is also the belief of Bartók, the god of death?

"Let's go to Fireplace Street first to visit your 'old friend,'" Duncan looked up and glanced at Maurice, "and then when the curfew is over, you and Vana will find a place to stay in the city-state, and Alice and I will go to Cemetery III." ”

"Cemetery?" Morris subconsciously asked.

"Isn't it a little 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, "There's a channel to get the word through, and I happen to know that in Cemetery Three." ”

Fanna on the side subconsciously spoke: "The news has passed on to the past, and it is more important to 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 frosty shore, and swooped down on the lights of the distant city.

And at the same time, far away on the cold sea, the door to the captain's room finally opened.

Duncan's figure appeared on the deck.

In the cold night, he moved his hands, feet, and shoulders, feeling the strange sensation of his consciousness manipulating multiple bodies, and only when the delay faded did he exhale softly.

It had taken him a while to adjust to his new body in Frost - and he had adapted much more quickly and smoothly than he had stumbled over when he first tried to "distract himself" at Plant.

It only took him a moment to deal with the affairs of the Lost Homeland while securing Operation Frost.

After a slight pause, Duncan asked in his mind, "Where is Tirien?" ”

The voice of the goat's head immediately sounded: "He's near the aft rudder deck, do you need to call him?" ”

"No, I'm just going over," Duncan shook his head, then casually commanded, "Adjust your course to Dagger Island, full speed." ”

"Yes, Captain!"

The sound of creaking rattles rang out from between the tight cables and masts, and the sound of the massive hull adjusting its course and the crashing waves broke the silence of the night, and Tirion, who was standing on the aft deck looking into the distance, was startled by the sudden movement, and he looked up in surprise to see the pitch-black steering wheel on the high bridge slowly turning, as if an invisible man was at the helm in the background of the faint light of the Creation of the World.

Although it was not the first time he had seen such a sight since he boarded the ship again, he couldn't help but frown.

Many parts of the Lost are still the same as they remember, but the ship is constantly reminded of the casual details that it is already a ghost ship baptized by subspace.

As he wandered, Tirion heard a steady and powerful footstep coming from nearby, and he followed the sound to see his father's figure appear on the deck in the night.

"Taken aback by the sudden movement?" Duncan saw the sight of Tyrion staring at the steering wheel just now, and said with a smirk, "It's the goat's head at the helm." ”

"I know, I've seen it twice," Tirien's expression returned to normal, "but it's still a little uncomfortable—while the Sea Mist has some 'living' qualities, your ship is too 'active' in comparison. ”

"It's an unexpected convenience." Duncan said casually.

Tirien was noncommittal, but after observing the ship's attitude, he couldn't help but ask, "The Lost is speeding up and adjusting its course—what are you going to do?" ”

"I'm here to tell you - we're on our way to Dagger Island."

"Dagger Island?" Tirien was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, "There's already an accident over there?!" ”

"There was a Frost military ship that blew itself up and sank on the way back to the island - it briefly stopped on Dagger Island and became a pollution carrier when it returned," Duncan didn't hide it, "Now I suspect that the situation on Dagger Island may have gotten out of control, but for unknown reasons, the entire alert system on the island has not responded, and there have been no reports of anomalies on Frost Island." ”

“…… Infiltrating the pollution, something silently broke through the defenses on Dagger Island," Tirion understood instantly, but then felt incredulous, "But this ...... The defenses over there shouldn't be so easy to penetrate......"

"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 Nether Lord," Duncan shook his head, "The Frost Authorities should have been alarmed by the self-detonation of that warship, but I don't have much confidence in them, so I have to go over and see for myself." ”

“…… What about me? Tirien thought for a moment, vaguely understanding what his father meant, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"I'll send Aye back later, you take your team and stand by near the frost," Duncan thought for a moment, already deciding in his mind, "Prepare for the worst." ”

"Worst-case scenario?"

"The contaminated warship sank, unusually fast," Duncan said, extracting useful memories and intelligence from his newly occupied husk, "like something was dragging it at the bottom of the sea......

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

"It's been half a century since the end of the Frost Rebellion, and let's assume that the 'thing' that the Abyss Project has been alarmed by has never been dormant in the past half century, but has been active, and even consciously accumulating strength," Duncan's gaze looked into the distance, his voice calm as if a storm was brewing, "Tirion, how many ships have sunk in the sea near Frost in the past half century, under that city-state...... How many things might be hidden now? ”

Silence on deck.

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

……

A white dove flew into the city, and in the depths of the deserted streets during the curfew hours, there was a flash of green fire.

The night patrol team had just left the area, and the citizens of the city-state would not have gone out in the middle of the night, and no one noticed the fire that suddenly appeared in the shadows of the alley, and no one noticed that several strange figures had come out of the shadows.

A slightly old-looking house stands on the corner of Fireplace Street.

Grey facades, darkly pitched roofs, black gates, and wrought-iron carved facade gas lamps – a typical northern city-state building, and it looks like it's all recently inhabited.

Morris took two steps forward and checked the number next to the gate by the light of the gas lamp.

This is indeed the residence mentioned by Brown Scott in his letter.

"I'll go check with Morris," Duncan, dressed in a long black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, said as he turned to Vana and Alice beside him, his voice muffled from under the thick bandages, "You wait around - just don't alarm the Nightwatch." ”

It doesn't take too many people to check the situation inside a house, and if that "Brown Scott" is really in the house and has some communication skills, then bringing too many people and too many people can cause unexpected problems - after all, Duncan is not here to kill all sides today, he is here to find information.

(The book push time, this time it is from Yao Rubing's "Please Don't Come to Me Again!") ", light novel, tender seedlings, the work of group friends, milk sacrifice to the sky. ）

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