The Sheriff's room was warm and brightly lit, and despite the chaos of the day, it was still in order — with tea and coffee on the table.

"Name?"

"Lawrence Creed."

"Occupation?"

"Captain, captain of the White Oak."

"Guild affiliation?"

"The Society of Explorers, I have the full range of qualifications for a veteran explorer, including certificates in history, occultism, and navigation-related fields, plus ...... Uh, no. ”

"Why did you come to Frost?"

Lawrence looked up, looked at the flickering electric light on it, and thought for a few seconds: "Actually, I came to deliver the goods in the first place...... The goods ordered by the cathedral of your city-state. ”

The young note-taker, sitting across the table, was writing and drawing on the paper, and after a few strokes, he looked up with a friendly but nervous smile on his face: "Okay, I've written it down." Don't mind, it's just a routine record, after all, you have to keep some records when you come here. Frost thanks you for your help - do you need another sugar cube? ”

"Ah, no need, thank you." Lawrence waved his hand a little awkwardly, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, but because he was still in a ghost state, he could neither taste nor feel the warmth or cold, so he had to put the cup down again and turn his head to look behind him.

The ghostly sailors sat in a row in the lounge chairs at the back of the room, and the rude fellows had almost eaten up the tea and snacks in their offices—they didn't mind the loss of taste in the spirit state, and they were here in a state of mind, and they were eating here in a "you can't go back at a loss" mentality.

There was no nervousness after being "invited" to the security bureau for disturbing the peace - of course, this is normal, after all, his party was indeed "invited" in by the sheriffs very politely, and even a little nervously and awe-inspiring.

Thinking of this, Lawrence couldn't help but feel another sense of embarrassment in his heart, but because his face was shrouded in flames, others probably couldn't see his expression.

"I heard you started out in the church district assisting the gatekeepers, why have you been wandering around Uptown ever since? And ...... Causing such a big stir? ”

The young recorder in charge of registration across the table asked curiously and cautiously.

"Here are some ...... A little surprise," Lawrence said with a hint of shame in his tone, trying to figure out how to explain the complication at hand—how should he explain it? Could it be that he still has too much energy after leading a group of sailors to make a big fuss, so he plans to walk around the city on the spot, ready to buy some souvenirs and return to Poland, but because the ghost fire is difficult to control, the flame that has finally converged "burns" again when the sun rises?

It was literally "burning" – walking down the crossroads and burning in front of the public.

Anomaly 077, who had been wrapped in a robe and hidden in the team, was taken aback by this, and rushed directly from among the sailors to the sidewalk.

As a result, within five minutes, the sheriff's troops from three streets were drawn, and men, women, and children in the upper city rushed to report it.

Lawrence thought about it for a long time, and felt that these real situations were really difficult to say, mainly because if he said casually, he might be suspected of "ruining the prestige of the Lost Fleet" - although the Lost Fleet does not seem to have a good reputation in the world, but at least it can't be this kind of reputation.

So he could only smile awkwardly again, casually perfunctory: "We are very curious about the city, and we neglected to hide our whereabouts for a while......"

The crackling sound of the flames suddenly sounded, Lawrence casually patted the green flame on his arm, checked whether the armrest of the seat was scorched by the spiritual fire, and then raised his head after confirming that it was okay, and continued to look at the young man opposite with a sincere face, smiling.

“…… Can you extinguish this terrible flame for a while? ”

"I'm working on it — although maybe it's not obvious."

“…… Thank you for your cooperation, you can wait here for a while, I have a few more questions for you...... Underling. ”

The young recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried to maintain a calm and friendly expression, then took a deep breath before turning to look at another figure next to the table—a rather suspicious guy who was also waiting for a "routine".

Dressed in an old-time sailor's overshirt and wearing an unsized seaman's hat on his head, he was covered in a shriveled and horribly looking corpse.

Noticing that his gaze fell on him, the dry corpse immediately raised his head, and a miserable smile appeared on his face: "Question? I understand this, just ask. ”

"Uh...... Okay," the recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, cursing in his heart the boss who had arranged for him to be on duty here today, envious of his colleagues who could patrol the streets, and trying to make his tone appear calmer, "Name? ”

"'Sailor,' that's what I'm called." The dry corpse replied immediately.

"Water...... Uh, well, occupation? ”

"Anomalous."

The recorder looked up blankly: "Huh? ”

"Anomaly," the cadaver said honestly, pointing to his shriveled head, "or, to be more detailed, Anomaly 077." ”

The recorder seemed to be transformed into a statue, and it was only after a few seconds that a distinctly audible "grunt" of saliva reached Lawrence's ears.

"Ahem, there's a complicated reason for this," Lawrence coughed dryly, his voice finally woke up the recorder who was almost blank in his mind, "Don't worry, when the head of the church here comes, I will find a way to explain and register it clearly." ”

Listening to the old captain's words, the recorder seemed to be still at a loss, and the expression on his face changed rapidly several times before he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a whirlwind carrying pale smoke and dust suddenly blew up in the office—

The gray wind swirled, and a blind goddess officer in a long black dress walked out of the wind, and a slightly ethereal and hoarse female voice followed: "I have arrived." ”

The recorder, who was almost nervous to the limit, and even began to falter his sanity, suddenly seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and the whole person almost "bounced" from his chair: "Ah, Lady Agatha! You're finally here! It's a bit ...... here."

"I know, it's complicated, so I'll take care of it myself," Agatha waved her hand before the hapless recorder could finish, then turned to Lawrence, her pale lips slightly curled up, but there was something strange in her tone, "I thought you were long gone." ”

"I wanted to ......leave," Lawrence laughed dryly, but the nerves in his heart still couldn't help but relax a little - anyway, he and the "gatekeeper" lady in front of him had also fought side by side, although the whole process was full of chaos, weirdness, evil and countless unexpected situations, but at least one thing was certain: everyone was "the same person".

Agatha on the other side seemed to be relieved, and she waved her hand to the recorder next to her, signaling that he could leave, and the young man suddenly fled from the very low-capacity office as if he had been pardoned.

Then Agatha sighed again, as if with a deep sense of helplessness and exhaustion, and after signaling Captain Lawrence and his party to calm down for a while, she gathered her mind and said in her mind: "They have been found, and they are all on the side of the Sheriff's Bureau...... Circumstance? It's in very good condition and the appetite seems to be very good...... Yes, I understand, and I will take care of the aftermath later...... Don't worry, they didn't cause much trouble per se, just a little panic among the citizens, you know, everybody's nervous right now......

"There's another thing to report to you, there's an out-of-control anomaly...... Yes, the runaway anomaly, number 077, named 'Mariner', this dried corpse is acting with them......

"Let them go to you? I see, it's going to Oak Street...... Ah, okay, understood. ”

It was a long time before Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Captain Lawrence.

Although the black cloth covered his eyes, it was as if a substantial gaze had penetrated the thick strip of cloth, making the old captain feel a little pressure.

The latter vaguely reacted: "You were talking to 'him' just now?" ”

"Yes, and he has orders," Agatha nodded, her expression becoming serious, "and he told you to meet him." ”

"To see him?" Lawrence's heart jumped, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of nervousness, "What do you mean......"

"The Lost Homeland, currently in the Frosty Sea, Captain Tirion will tell you the approximate location - the Sea Mist and your White Oak are now docked in the same harbor, and you can see it when you get to the docks," Agatha said lightly, "Go to the open sea to find him, don't worry about missing it, when you get closer, your ship will know what to do, just let it sail on its own." ”

Lawrence subconsciously swallowed and looked at the sailors he had brought with him, who also stood up, each gaze with obvious nervousness.

He turned his head to look to the side again, and saw Anomaly 077, already prostrate on the ground, crawling towards the door.

Several sailors rushed up and dragged him back, despite the fierce struggle of the dry corpse.

Lawrence slowly withdrew his gaze from the chaos and looked apprehensively at Agatha in front of him.

He ...... Did you say what you were looking for us for? ”

"No, but he said it was just a friendly invitation to don't get too nervous......"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Lawrence could speak, the anomaly 077 next to her was under the control of several sailors, and the ghost cried wolf: "Me! No! Letter!! ”

"Shut him up," Lawrence shouted as he turned his head, then took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his breath before nodding lightly to Agatha, "I see, I'll go to the appointment." ”

"Relax, you really don't have to be nervous," Agatha laughed at this, "actually...... He really is a more peaceful and friendly being than anyone could have imagined. ”

"I know," Lawrence smiled wryly and spread his hands, "but tension isn't something that can be easily removed, and it probably won't change until we get to the appointment and actually meet 'him'." ”

"Anyway, I wish you all the best," Agatha bowed slightly, and then asked casually, "Is there anything else?" Although the current frost situation is not good, as long as I can do it, I will try to help. ”

When Lawrence heard this, he really showed a thoughtful expression, and then reached out and touched it in his arms.

After a few moments, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom, which was somewhat illusory and transparent due to the spirit flames, and handed it to Agatha.

"What is this?"

"Here's the list of goods - all the goods ordered by your cathedral have been delivered to the port," Lawrence said, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "this order...... Can it still be knotted? ”

Agatha was momentarily stunned.

The gatekeeper of the Frost City-State, the temporary archbishop, the "messenger" of the usurper, the resolute and intelligent Lady Agatha—I really didn't expect this.

After more than ten seconds of silence, the "blind nun" finally nodded, as if gritting her teeth: "...... Knot. ”

(End of chapter)