The click of a switch was repeated in the chamber, the metal reeds hummed rhythmically as they were turned on and off, the invisible signal was sent to the roof and sent by an antenna disguised as a weather vane, and the news from the Sea Mist Fleet was fed into the chamber, translated into the click of relays and a regular series of round holes in the paper tape.

Nemo sat at the table with headphones on, tapping his fingers slightly irritably on the table as he listened to the headphones, while a young woman in a waiter's uniform picked up a paper tape that had just been spit out of the punch machine next to him, reading the round holes in it.

After a moment, Nemo pulled off the headphones from his headset and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long exhale as he pinched his eyebrows.

"Captain Tirion has begun to fight the strange fleet that has appeared in the fog, and the battle situation on the Frost Navy side is unknown for the time being, but the situation does not seem to be good," said the young girl with the paper tape in a somewhat nervous tone, "There is no wind in the city......

"The fog has cut off the people's access to information, and the inhabitants of the coastal zone will not know what is happening even if they hear the sound of artillery, and the city-state authorities must now maintain order within the city limits - widespread panic will not help the navy," Timo pinched his eyebrows, "How's the situation on the streets outside?" Where's the store?"

"The sheriff's forces are under martial law throughout the city, and the streets are quiet now, but just now there seems to be the sound of gunfire from a long distance, and two steam walkers have passed by the junction of Oak Street, hurrying north," replied the young girl, "and the shop is in good condition, and we have plenty of fuel for the lighting, but ......

"But?"

"There are more than a dozen guests trapped here in the fog, and now the streets are cordoned off and the shelters are gone

When it's full, they have nowhere to go, and after a long time, panic will inevitably accumulate among these people."

「…… That won't drive them out into the streets, the tavern is now their temporary shelter, and if you really want to kick people out, you're going to definitely attract sheriffs and church people," Nemo shook his head, "I'll go up and see what's going on."

As soon as the Sea Mist Fleet informant finished speaking, a muttered murmur suddenly came from the corner of the room: "Rush again, rush again······ They came in...... Reinforcements are coming, too......

Nemo frowned and got up to look at where the voice had come from.

There was a bed there, on which an old man in sloppy clothes was lying in a daze, with his back stiff and a large wrench in his arms, which seemed to be lying unsteadily.

"Old ghost, old ghost," Nemo walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Are you having nightmares?"

The old man holding the big wrench opened his eyes in a daze, and was dull for several seconds before he spoke, "Who are you?"

"I'm Nemo," Nemo Wilkins looked a little complicated, "What did you dream about?"

"Nemo······ Oooh, Nemo, I remember, you're a newcomer to the Queen's Guard······ Hello, I'm a plumbing engineer at the 2nd Waterway····· … Dream? I didn't dream, I took a nap, I took a nap······ When is it now? Isn't it time for me to inspect the power pipes?"

"It's afternoon now," Nemo shook his head, "Don't think about the power pipes, we've been evacuated from that place for the time being, it's not safe anywhere right now, we're going to stay here at the stronghold and wait for instructions that this is General Tirion's order."

"General Tirion......" The old ghost's eyes froze for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to come to his senses again, immediately

Get up from the bed, "Yes! Engineer Wilson receives orders! Stand by at the base!"

Nemo's expression was a little complicated, but he still slowly straightened up, returned the military salute to the old man, and then turned around and nodded to the young girl in the clerk's uniform: "You stay here to take care of the old ghost, I'll go up there to confirm the situation."

After giving the order, he left the chamber and returned to the tavern on the surface through the secret passage.

In the "Golden Flute" tavern, a depressing and tense atmosphere filled the hall, and the customers who were trapped in the store due to the thick fog, the clerks and waiters who stayed behind on duty at the tavern, almost all of them

Everyone was watching the window – and as far as the eye could see, there was only a thick fog and shadowed streets.

The gas lamps in the city had been lit in advance, and the man-made lights barely dispelled the dimness caused by the strange fog, but they were not enough to make the chaotic world clear again, and the dim light clusters floated in the fog like rootless duckweed, looking like rows of eyes floating above the street.

Nemo came out of the back kitchen door and came to the counter.

"How's it going?" He whispered to the clerk behind the counter.

"Everybody's nervous, traffic and communication with the surrounding neighborhoods are all cut off right now, and no one knows what's going on elsewhere," the clerk whispered, "but luckily, no one is running out because they're too stressed—no one wants to run into that fog at this point."

Nemo nodded slightly, "If such idiots do appear, don't stop them, let them go - but once they step through this door, even if they only stay in the fog for a second, they must not be allowed to come back." From now on, no entry is allowed here, and everything that comes out of the fog is evil by default."

The young clerk swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously, "Yes, manager."

Just then, a strange buzz suddenly came from the street, interrupting the conversation between Nemo and his men.

It sounded like the sound of some equipment starting, mixed with the sound of heavy machinery moving down the street.

The people in the shop were a little commotionous for a while, some people nervously came to the window and watched the movement on the street outside, and some people saw some moving red lights in the fog, and they exclaimed in a low voice: "Steam walker...... Another walker has appeared!"

Nemo also walked towards the window, and he was halfway through when he heard the strange humming sound suddenly sharpened, followed by the slightly distorted sound of a large, distorted horn outside the window—it was the announcement device carried on the steam walker.

"Zizi...... Caution to the general public...... The consuls and church leaders are restoring order to the city-state......

The frost is being affected by unidentified visions, and we are ...... Residents are reminded to stay at home or in a safe shelter and stay away from everything around them that can produce a mirror, including but not limited to mirrors, water surfaces and smooth metal as much as possible for safety reasons······

"Again, please stay away from everything around you that may produce a mirror, it's everything.

"In addition, if you notice that someone around you is behaving strangely, please hide in a safe and independent space immediately, and ask the person in charge of the shelter or the nearest guard or sheriff for help if possible, and do not rashly attack anyone you feel suspicious, please ensure your own safety and isolation first.

"If you feel that you are not feeling in a good state, please hide in a safe and private space immediately, and avoid talking to other people as much as possible......

"The above is a reminder from Lord Winston, the Archon, and the expert advisors in the Transcendent Field.

"Greetings to the general public......

The sound of the announcement was fading away, blending into the fog along with the red warning lights of the steam walkers.

Nemo looked up, and all he saw was a pair of eyes that were deeply tense.

But he reacted quickly.

"Go get the cloth!" He shouted to the clerks and waiters, "Cover all the glass counters and mirrors!"

Everyone reacted, and although the tension was still there, the inhabitants of the city-state clearly had the basic common sense and psychological qualities to save themselves from extraordinary disasters, and the clerks quickly fetched the dust-proof cloth that was used to prevent dust after closing, and the customers who remained in the store stepped forward to help, covering everything that might produce a mirror in their line of sight at a rapid pace.

And a similar situation is playing out in every corner of the entire frost city-state.

The terror of the fog is enveloping the city-state.

In the fog, Agatha has returned to the cathedral.

In the lounge next to the Great Chapel, she met Bishop Ivan, who had just finished his work.

The bishop walked out of the "coffin" where he had rested on a daily basis, and was in limbo

She wore the robes of the archbishop over the bandage, and in Agatha's memory, she had not seen Bishop Ivan in many years.

"Even my corpse has to get up and work," Bishop Ivan, dressed in robes, sat in his chair and spread his hands to Agatha, who had just entered the room, "I haven't been outside the coffin for too long, and I feel like I'm falling apart."

"If you still have the body to 'fall apart,'" Agatha said casually, "how is it now?"

"Situation, everybody is asking how it is—it couldn't be worse," Bishop Ivan's hoarse and deep voice came from under the bandage, "Fakes are attacking the city, and the monsters that were lurking before are starting to pop up, just now, several cemeteries have been attacked, and the places where the dead are temporarily parked seem to be used by the enemy as a 'passage into the real world', and there is also news from the town hall, gunfire has been heard in several streets of the lower town, and at sea, our fleet has been fighting with the things that have emerged from the sea.

"The all-out offensive has begun, but worse than the all-out attack of the enemy, we still don't know the full picture of this catastrophe or conspiracy, the heretics hiding in the shadows... … How the hell did they do all this, and where are they hiding?"

Bishop Ivan said, slowly raising his head and looking into Agatha's eyes.

"What did you find underground? From the look in your eyes, I guess you must have seen something."

"I didn't find the nests where the heretics were hiding, but I did... … More disturbing clues."

Agatha took a light breath, and after a moment's pause, she said slowly—

"Our boiling gold mines seem to have dried up decades ago, if not longer."