Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the frost protectors.

The clouds shrouded in Dagger Island were still converging overhead, and the eeriely returning wreckage of the Petrel was still hovering over the sea beyond the harbor, and at this juncture, the sea fog fleet with countless terrible legends was returning to the vicinity of the city-state.

The cursed undead armada had been assembled and remained silent on the edge of the sea, no one knowing where they came from or what they wanted to do next.

Liszt, the commander-in-chief of the defense of the port district, had only rested for less than an hour at midnight before reappearing in the command office, where he met several other commanders who were also frowning, as well as a confidential secretary who had just arrived from the town hall.

Mr. Secretary, who was wearing a blue slim jacket and gold-rimmed glasses, and looked to be in his early thirties, immediately stood up from his chair when he saw Liszt, with a faint sweat on his forehead: "Mr. Colonel, the Archon wants to know the latest and most accurate information - is there any possibility of an attack by the Sea Mist Fleet?"

"If that's all the Archon wants, it's yes, every day for the past half century," Liszt pulled out the refreshing oil, reinvigorated by its intense medicinal effects, and glanced at the confidential secretary, "The Sea Mist Fleet doesn't exist today - it's always been there, and there's never been a peace agreement between Frost and that 'Iron Lieutenant General.'"

The Commander-in-Chief's mood was obviously not good, and the confidential secretary realized that his question was pointless, so he immediately changed his words: "How much preparation do we have?"

"All shore defense guns are in combat configuration, and Admiral Gelton's fleet is building interception strips on the northern and northwest flanks of the Sea Mist Fleet, and they are well fueled and fully equipped with ammunition - even though we have just lost a brave rear admiral due to the incident on the Petrel, the Frost Navy is still ready to defend the city-state," Liszt said with a solemn expression, "For more detailed information, my superiors should have reported to the town hall."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze over the confidential secretary in front of him and landed on a few subordinates not far away, "What's the situation on the Sea Mist Fleet now? What's the anomaly?"

One of the commanders immediately stood up, "Yes, sir, something is wrong, you should come and see this."

When Liszt heard this, his brow furrowed slightly, and he walked quickly to the long table in the center of the room, and came to a piece of information that had just been sent here.

"What is this?"

Looking at the document with markers in front of him, the port commander was a little stunned.

"It's a light signal," said the subordinate commander who spoke earlier, "a light signal from the Sea Mist."

Liszt's expression was a little sluggish, and the effect of the refreshing essential oil seemed to be suddenly a little useless, and he felt a little dizzy when he looked at the dazzling pause marks and the messy annotations next to him, and it took a long time before he muttered, "What the hell..... The sea fog fleet seems to be using a very new light signal? Or is it conveying a message with some kind of classical code?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his subordinates, "Where's the military advisor?"

"They were working on these things in the next room, and there were several newly-assembled signalists and cryptography experts on the way, as well as a few experts in classical naval history and the study of the undead."

Liszt pursed his lips and stared at the jumble of symbols for a few seconds before he looked up at the confidential secretary with a sad face.

"No one wants to sleep tonight."

"I think so, Mr. Colonel."

Duncan slept well last night.

Although most of the time his body doesn't need much sleep, proper rest helps him maintain his energy and relieves him of the burden of controlling multiple bodies at the same time, although it doesn't really affect him much.

But he likes to maintain this routine like a normal human.

The snow outside the window had stopped, at least temporarily, and the clear sky for an unknown amount of time was hanging over the city, and Vision 001 was passing from the edge of the city

Yuan gradually climbed towards the high point of the sky, and on the edge of that glorious sun wheel, the faint golden glow of the double runes appeared to be the abbot.

The missing piece of the rune ring is still there, and it's visible to the naked eye.

Duncan stood in front of the window, staring at the missing piece of the Sun Wheel Rune Ring for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze and moved his shoulders.

He came to the first floor.

Alice had already prepared breakfast, and the simple slices of toast, omelette, and vegetable rolls were not sumptuous, but it was clear that Miss Doll's craft was indeed improving, and Fana and Morris were sitting at the table eating, and when they saw Duncan appear, they stood up.

"You eat yours, and don't care about me." Duncan waved at them.

Breakfast was good, but unfortunately he was not blessed with this body at the moment.

Although they are all "temporary shells", the body he is currently using is actually completely different from the body in Plant's antique shop, although Plant's body was also taken over after death, but due to the slight damage and timely takeover, the current state is actually no different from that of a living person, and his body in Frost ....... But they have lost most of their inner functions.

It's more like a corpse driven by a mysterious force, and in nature, it's even closer to a "corpse" than the undead under Tirian's command.

Duncan himself couldn't tell what the principle was, but there were so many strange things in this world, and he had already seen it.

The evil door is the evil door, anyway, he is the biggest evil door in this world.

"There's a new newspaper next to the couch," Morris said at the table, "and you can check it out, there's news you're interested in."

"Oh?" Duncan stepped over to the couch and saw the morning newspaper that had just been delivered in the morning—the newspaper still smelled of ink, several sheets of paper were neatly stacked, he picked them up, sat down on the couch and flipped through them, and soon found the news that Morris had mentioned.

Alice clicked over, poked her head out from behind the couch and looked curiously at the newspaper in Duncan's hand: "What's the headline on this?"

"Click"

A round head fell on Duncan's newspaper and rolled down his arm.

Her head rolled over, and Alice was facing Duncan on her back, her eyes blinking innocently, "Help........ help....... Save ......."

"Can you get a little more memory?" Duncan sighed, picked up Alice's head almost resignedly, straightened the blonde wig she wore on the outside and secured with rope hoops and the silver hair inside, and raised his hand to press the beautiful head back to the goth doll's neck, "Besides, the dog can read the newspaper, and you can't even read the headline?"

Alice scrambled to straighten her head and muttered embarrassedly, "Actually, there are only four or five words that I can't understand.........

Duncan glared at her, "The title is eight words!"

Illiterate puppet: ".... Hey.

"It's a warning notice from the town hall," Duncan sighed, feeling that it was really exhausting to compare with this fool, and he reached out and pointed to the words in the newspaper, reading them to Alice one by one, "Citizens are warned to reduce going out - the following is to tell the residents of Frost not to go near the coastal area in the near future, to reduce gatherings on public roads, to be ready to cooperate with the inspection of the sheriff or guards, and to raise the curfew level, now except for church personnel and those with night passes for special tradesNo one can leave the house at night."

Alice walked around from the couch to Duncan's side and sat down, leaning over curiously to read the words in the newspaper while turning her head with Duncan's fingers, and then looked up curiously when she had finished reading it: "What do you mean?"

"Meaning, the pressure from Tirion is in place," Duncan said lightly, "If there is no accident, Frost's external traffic will be blocked, so that we don't have to worry about the pollution of this city-state, and the Annihilation cultists hiding in the city will no longer be able to communicate with the outside world

In terms of the meeting, a higher curfew level and a strict ban on passage means a more rigorous investigation of heresy – more Annihilation cultists will be exposed."

"And ..... That's it?" Alice's eyes widened in surprise, "Will the bad guys be caught?"

"How can it be that simple," Duncan shrugged, "Capturing a few Annihilation Cultists is just the beginning, but as more and more Annihilation Cultists are caught, the methods of building a connection between them and the Deep Sea may be revealed, and that's when the problem is truly unearthed."

As he spoke, he folded the newspaper and set it aside.

He went through the rest of the above and said that there was nothing worth paying attention to.

"That... … What are we going to do next?" Alice asked from the side.

"Now that the Frost authorities are busy, let's go out and walk around," Duncan stood up and looked in the direction of the restaurant, "Let's go out after dinner - we'll say hello to one of Tirion's 'informants.'"