Duncan had indeed planted a spark on the mirrored city-state of Frost - but he felt it wasn't enough.

He could clearly feel that this time the frost situation was different from Prand, the fire he cast did not spread rapidly on the "other side of the mirror", and his perception of the fire was also greatly weakened and disturbed - he guessed that this could be because the world on both sides of the mirror was naturally blocked, or because there was no accurate correspondence between the mirror and the real world, and those misplaced parts were interfering with his judgment.

Whatever the reason, he needs to find a way to strengthen the bond between himself and the Tinder, and the White Oak and Agatha.

During the conversation, Vana suddenly showed a thoughtful expression: "Speaking of mirror reflections······ Are you sure you see the gatekeeper in the reflection of the glass?"

"Of course you can be sure."

"That's a little weird...... Vanna frowned, "If she's really trapped in that mirror world, how come the city-state hasn't heard of it at all until now, and even if the news is blocked for the sake of calming people, at least the cathedral and the town hall will take some other action to deal with it......

She pauses and concludes from her own experience: "Secret searches, martial law in specific areas, changes in the frequency and distribution of night patrols by guards.

These details can be observed even in the context of the news blockade, but I have been in the city-state with Mr. Morris for a long time today, and I have not noticed any change in this regard."

Nina, who was looking down at a book, suddenly raised her head: "Maybe it's because the gatekeeper has just disappeared and the city-state hasn't reacted yet?"

「…… If that were the case, the frost would be hopelessly rotten," Vana shook her head earnestly, "but from what I've observed during this time, the city-state is in some decline, but otherwise it's not so bad, and the church and town hall are at least running in order."

"Maybe tomorrow we'll observe a change in the atmosphere in the city-state during the day." Duncan said casually, and just as he was about to continue speaking, a sudden heavy touch came from his arm, interrupting what he was about to say.

Shirley had turned upside down, her head hitting his arm and snoring evenly.

But in the next second, before Duncan could react, he saw the girl wake up directly from her sleep, and even the dog who was dozing off at the foot of the sofa was directly thrown into the air: "Yes, yes, yes... …… Right...... I'm sorry ......."

Shirley's "I'm sorry" didn't stutter out in the end, Duncan heard a loud "bang", and the dog who had just been thrown into the air fell to the ground, and the latter rolled up, and the dog's head buzzed: "What's the situation, what's the fight?"

Then it realized that the atmosphere around it was a little weird, and when it looked up, several eyes fell strangely on itself and Shirley.

"It's not that the fight started, it's Shirley who fell asleep," Duncan smiled and sighed, looking at Shirley who was still tense, "It's okay, go upstairs to sleep, minors need to get enough sleep - Nina, don't read either, it's bedtime."

"Oh." Nina reluctantly put away the book she had just seen halfway, got up and grabbed Shirley, who was still nervous, and the two walked to the second floor holding hands.

Duncan watched the two girls disappear down the stairs before turning his gaze and nodding to Vanna: "Tomorrow you and Morris will go uptown to see if there is any change in the atmosphere on the cathedral side, and if possible, find out how the town hall reacts - things have developed to this day, and the presence of the Frost Town Hall has always been very low, and I wonder what they are doing."

"Okay," Vanna nodded, then a little curious, "What about you?" What's next for you?"

"I'm going to go to the second waterway again and go with Alice," Duncan said casually, "Let's go and see the corridor where the crow had an accident—since there is now speculation that there was a 'Mirror Frost', and it is highly likely that the crow strayed into it at the time, maybe we can find some new line from that hallway."

So."

Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted: "Speaking of which, is Alice still cleaning up in the kitchen?"

"Like," Morris said, getting up and looking back, "She's been in the kitchen for too long...... It can't be that my head fell in a corner and got stuck and couldn't get out, right?"

"It's really not worry-free... …··· I'll go and see." Duncan sighed helplessly, got up and left the couch and went to the kitchen.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, he saw the goth figure standing beside the sink - she hadn't lost her head as Morris had guessed, but was looking up at a corner of the ceiling at a strange angle.

Probably too engrossed, Alice didn't hear Duncan's footsteps, she just stared blankly in the direction where there was nothing, then stretched out her hand that was holding a kitchen knife and played in the air, then changed directions and continued to play in the air - like trying to catch an invisible fly.

The scene of the goth puppet in the kitchen holding a kitchen knife to cut the air with a dull expression is too weird, as if the next second the puppet will have a blood bar on its head that can fill the screen, and by the way, an organ-style BG will sound around - Duncan finally couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"

"Wow!"

Alice was startled for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to help her head - but she forgot that she still had a sharp knife in her hand, so the next second, she only heard a "poof" sound, and she stabbed her in the head.

"Gaba", and the head was poked off by herself.

Although he usually sees too much of this puppet's terrifying and unreliable appearance, Duncan was still dumbfounded at this moment, he quickly stepped forward to support Alice's crumbling body, and then saw the latter hurriedly waving his arms - the sharp kitchen knife was still in her hand, and the tip of the knife poked her own head, and after waving it several times, she reacted consciously, and quickly held her head with her left hand, and pulled the kitchen knife off her head with her right hand.

Then the puppet fumbled and threw the kitchen knife to the side, and easily held his head and pressed it to his neck, and after a "pop", the object returned to its original place.

"You're scared of me!" Alice turned her head and looked at Duncan a little aggrieved, but her eyes were soon drawn to the thing on Duncan's arm, "······ Captain, this knife looks familiar."

Duncan held the handle of the kitchen knife on his arm expressionlessly (some of them were also blocked by bandages), pulled it off and threw it aside: "Nonsense, this is what you just *** was."

「…… I'm sorry!" The puppet suddenly exclaimed, and panicked forward to check the situation, "Are you okay? Would you like to bandage it?"

"No, it's a corpse anyway." The corners of Duncan's mouth twitched, but his gaze couldn't help but fall on Alice's forehead.

Miss Doll had just been stabbed in the head by herself, leaving a huge wound, but at this moment, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye - there was no blood in the wound, only a warm jade facet, and after just a few breaths, it was back to normal.

Alice was a little awkward by Duncan's gaze, and subconsciously touched her face: "Why do you keep looking at me......

「…… What kind of material are you made of?" Duncan frowned, reached out and touched the place where Alice was injured just now, but there was a touch similar to skin, but cold and lifeless, "You just had a hole in your head, you know?"

Alice was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and touched her head, and replied in a daze, "It's good."

"Of course I know it's grown!"

「…… I don't understand," Alice shook her head, "I don't know what I'm made of...... But it doesn't seem to be wood or ceramic......

Duncan held back for two seconds, tugging at the corners of his mouth, "I shouldn't have expected any answer from you—forget it, don't talk about it, what were you doing?" Why are you staring at the ceiling?"

"Wired," Alice replied honestly, "just now some threads popped up - but now they pop up

It's gone."

Duncan's expression changed instantly: "Line?!"

Alice can see special "threads", and these threads represent "people"!

"yes," Alice nodded, with a serious expression, "I wonder why the thread is popping up, and there's no one else here...... But I remember what you taught, you can't just grab someone else's line

That's why I used a kitchen knife to play with it......

Duncan didn't care what the doll was saying in the second half of the sentence, his attention was already on the "threads" that Alice had mentioned, which suddenly appeared and disappeared.

His gaze quickly swept over the kitchen, where he searched for anything that might be connected to the "mirror image".

The glass in the window, the stagnant water in the pool, the blade of a kitchen knife—all of these seem to be used to connect with the mirrored space, but none of them appear unusual.

But Duncan believed Alice, she wouldn't lie.

At some point, Mirror Frost intertwined with the reality here—perhaps a very, very faint and brief interlacing, but enough for the puppet to catch the thread "floating" from there.