Nemo Wilkins suddenly felt a slight dizziness, as if some invisible force had swept through his mind, and as if he had suddenly woken up from a strange light sleep, and in the belated vigilance he suddenly raised his head, and looked at the old gentleman with a gentle expression and a little nervousness and vigilance.

Morris smiled back at the "informant" with a friendly and polite smile.

However, Nemo suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he only remembered now, from the moment he entered the secret passage, the old man's gaze had almost always stayed on him, a power that seemed to search the mind and traverse the memory had always been entangled in his mind, he had been unconsciously answering every question of these uninvited guests, and even almost exposed the situation of other contact points in the city-state!

Even if these uninvited guests had Captain Tirion's tokens in their hands and knew the code, they shouldn't be so careless! After all, these people suddenly appeared today, and according to the rules, I should be a little more tempting to them!

The sharply changing expression on the "informant's" face certainly didn't hide from Vanna's eyes, who stepped forward with a solemn expression and sincerity: "Mr. Wilkins, relax, we are not enemies - the tokens and codes we carry are indeed from Mr. Tirion, but for necessary security reasons, some tests have been carried on you."

"Testing.... What test?" Nemo looked at the few people in front of him with a wary expression, "You.... What is the origin?"

"To put it simply, we suspect that a widespread phenomenon of cognitive contamination has begun to spread in the city-state, that can unwittingly produce false memories, lose accurate knowledge of the real world, and even become accomplices of heresy without knowing it, and we can't be sure that all of Mr. Tirion's informants left in the city are still reliable, so we can only test," Vana explained with a serious expression, and then changed her words, "As for where we came from..... Didn't you hear from Mr. Tirion?"

"The captain didn't elaborate, he just said that there were a few people he could trust," Nemo replied cautiously, "forgive my doubts—he wouldn't have made such an inexplicable arrangement before."

Morris thought about it, understood, and looked at Duncan, "Oh, maybe it's because he doesn't dare to reveal the identities of a few of us without your explicit permission, right?"

Permission? Captain Tirion didn't dare to reveal his identity casually?

Listening to Morris's words, Nemo's expression instantly became a little weird, and he subconsciously looked at the strange man dressed in bandages and black, obviously wanting to ask something but didn't know where to speak.

Duncan didn't think much of it, he just nodded slightly: "Since we have confirmed that there is no problem with this Mr. Informant, there is no need to hide it."

As he spoke, he looked at Nemo and pointed to himself, "I'm Tirion's father."

The Sea Mist spy named Nemo Wilkins was momentarily silent for a few seconds, and then his head didn't know how to pull his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly narrowed: "Don't insult the captain!"

Duncan: "The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and Vanna and Morris couldn't help but reach out and hold down their heads, only Alice turned her head left and right, and didn't seem to react, and said to the informant with a serious face, "It's true."

Nemo obviously wanted to speak, but this time before he could speak, Morris suddenly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, think carefully before you speak—the great' Lieutenant General of Steel, Tirion also has a father."

It was only then that Nemo Wilkins suddenly sensed the subtlety of the atmosphere and woke up from the conversation he had just had, and then he remembered the old legends about the Abnomar family, about Captain Tirien's family, about the Lost Land, about the ghost wandering in the subspace—and when he looked up at Duncan again, it was obvious that something was wrong.

"I'm back from subspace," Duncan said in a calm voice, looking at him, "to help Tirion with a little trouble.

Nemo thought for a moment, rolled his eyes, and fell to the sky.

However, Fanna next to her seemed to be prepared, and before the informant could fall, she grabbed his arm with one hand, tightly

Then with his other hand, he pulled out a whole bottle of Awakening Essential Oil, flicked the stopper and poured it directly into Nemo's nostrils.

Mr. Informant basically went straight out.

"Ah...... Yes..... Ahh Ahh Nemo was fully awake, his nose was filled with the smell of the ointment, and he sneezed several times before he could stop it, and he raised his head with a handful of snot and tears, and said nervously while sniffling, "I....... I ........."

"I'm sorry - I forgot that ordinary people have a worse constitution than the Guardians," Vanna tucked away the glass bottle in her hand with some embarrassment, "but don't worry, this thing is harmless."

Nemo took his handkerchief out of his pocket, calmed down while wiping the tears and snot from his face, and looked at Duncan in fear and hesitation: "Really.... Is it really you? That.... So what can I do for you... …」

"You're working for me," Duncan waved his hand, "don't be so nervous, just tell me a little bit more about the Frost City-State."

"Okay.... Okay," Nemo nodded, then sneezed a few more times before settling down, "and what else do you want to ask?"

"Do you keep in touch with the other informants in the city now?" Duncan asked, "How do you usually get in touch?" Will it be in this sewer system, or will it be in a more hidden channel?"

"We rarely gather," Nemo said, rubbing his nose, "mostly for safety reasons—after all, many of us have strong ties to Uptown, and they need to be more hidden. For the most part, we exchange information through a variety of secret means, such as a code in a newspaper, a specific junction, or a few messengers.

"In fact, even we don't know how many 'of our own people' there are in the city, most of the informants only know the superiors and subordinates who are in contact with us, or a few of our compatriots in the same area as ourselves, and the complete list is in the hands of Captain Tirion and Mister Aiden. I'm kind of the 'connector' at my level, and the list of people in my hand is a little more, but it's not more than ten people.......

Listening to Nemo's story, Vana couldn't help but nod slightly, "Very cautious and effective form of infiltration, most of the cultists who deal with the guardians are not so professional."

"After all, it's Tirion's business for half a century," Duncan said casually, then looked back at Nemo, "Are you the only one who has this point of contact on site?"

"And two," Nemo nodded, "one nicknamed 'The Raven,' who should be patrolling the nearby passages at this time, and an old man who spends most of his time in the abandoned plumbing room—even I don't know what his real name is, we call him 'Old Ghost.'"

Duncan exchanged glances with Vanna and Morris.

Nemo Wilkins does not appear to be affected by cognitive distractions, but others who come into contact with him are not.

"Let's go say hi too," Duncan nodded, "Where's the plumbing room?"

"Right here," Nemo said, gesturing to the right of the fork in the road, "it's a temporary resting place for the maintenance staff of the former Second Waterway, and I'll take you there."

The informant stepped forward, and on the way, he began to introduce Duncan and the others to the "old ghost".

「...… He's in his seventies, almost the oldest of us, and my grandfather used to work with him when it was still a queen...

"The old ghost is not very clear-headed, but as long as it involves the connection between the gas pipeline and the second waterway, he never makes a mistake, and the gas pipeline we added here is what he took with someone to make - secretly take over a branch road from the upper main pipeline, and ensure safety without being discovered, this is not a job that ordinary people can do..........

"The old ghost seldom goes to the ground, he spends most of his time down here, and he sometimes bragged to us about the days when he was drunk, and he said that he was an engineer of the Second Waterway decades ago, and that the Queen even gave him a medal herself—but to be honest, he didn't have much to say, and I had seen his medal, which was a piece of iron, and it was bare on it

Nothing, apparently from some horn

"Well, it's likely that he had absorbed too much poisonous gas when he retreated to the second waterway—did I tell you? Fifty years ago, when the last of the Queen's Guards retreated

The second waterway was blocked, and when the shaft collapsed, some of the poisonous gas drifted down from the upper floor, and some craftsmen loyal to the queen ran to close the hole, and the old ghost seemed to be one of them, and it is said that he has not been very normal since then."

"Later, if he suddenly yells at you about the Queen, don't you mind.... He didn't mean to, either."

With Nemo Wilkins chattering all the way, Duncan and the others quickly rounded the fork in the road and came to a rusty iron gate near the sewer junction.

Nemo stepped forward and knocked on the door, beckoned inside, and pushed the door open, "Old ghost, a guest is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse but loud voice came out of the door—one

"Ah, the queen has come to inspect it!?"