Deep Sea Embers

After camouflaging and preparing, Duncan set his sights on the brightly lit bustling urban area.

Fan Na judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: "It's curfew time, and there will be guards patrolling the roads in the city, but in some peripheral places, the patrolling force will be relatively weak—even in Prand In such a developed place, the guards in the lower city can't take care of all corners. Generally speaking, the alert standard for the fringe city is "If Chaos loses control, make sure that the nearest team can arrive at the scene within 20 minutes, and the casualties are as small as possible." spread to adjacent neighborhoods'."

"The Haiyan exploded in the coastal waters of the city-state, and no one on board survived. This situation cannot be concealed from others. Now the Frost authorities should be busy, but I am afraid it will be difficult for them to investigate for a while," said Morris on the side. , "Should give them a warning."

"Oh, it's easy, I'm good at reporting in all forms, and it usually makes the local department nervous," Duncan said casually, "but in addition to warning, we have to conduct our own investigation—this time Things are weird, and I can smell some atmosphere similar to that of Purand at that time, and the things that those cultists did... I'm afraid it's not small."

As he spoke, he picked up the map Tirian had prepared for himself.

The content on the map is very detailed, and there are various special markings. It is obviously not something issued by the people of the city-state - there is no doubt that Tirian's informants in the city-state have made a lot of contributions to this map.

Duncan quickly found two locations worthy of attention: Hearth Street on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area, which is located closer to the inner city hinterland.

Duncan's eyes fell on the special area marked as the cemetery area, and saw that the entire area was numbered from one to nine, and divided into nine cemeteries—they were almost symmetrically distributed around the church area in the center of the city-state , forming a faint ring shape, which looks... It really doesn't look like the way an ordinary city-state is planned.

Is this also the belief requirement of Bartok, the god of death?

"Let's go to Hearth Street first to visit your 'old friend'," Duncan raised his head and glanced at Morris. "After the curfew is over, you and Vanna will find a place to stay in the city-state. Alice and I Go to Cemetery No. 3."

"The cemetery?" Morris asked subconsciously.

"Don't you want to give some small warnings to the city-state authorities? You can't just go to the city hall or the cathedral and knock on the door to report?" Duncan smiled. Cemetery No. 1 happens to know such a channel."

Fan Na on the side subconsciously said, "It's one thing to spread the news, but the more important thing is to attract enough attention..."

Duncan turned his head, with a confident smile on his face: "Don't worry, they will take it very seriously."

Under the cold night sky, a white dove flew into the night from the Frost Coast, and flew towards the lights of the distant city.

At the same time, on the Lost Home in the cold sea, the door of the captain's room finally opened.

Duncan's figure appeared on the deck.

In the cold night, he moved his hands, feet and shoulders, feeling the wonderful feeling of his consciousness controlling multiple bodies separately. After the delay gradually faded, he exhaled lightly.

It took him a while to get used to his new body in Frost just now—compared to the stumbling situation when he tried "multitasking with distraction" for the first time in Prand, this time he added an extra body, he Instead, it got used to more quickly and smoothly.

After only a while, he was able to deal with the matters on the Lost Home while ensuring Frost's operation.

Gathering his mind slightly, Duncan asked in his mind, "Where is Tirian?"

The voice of the goat's head sounded immediately: "He is near the rudder deck, do you need to call him?"

"No, I'm just passing by," Duncan shook his head, and then ordered casually, "adjust the course to Dagger Island, at full speed."

"Yes, Captain!"

The sound of creaking and creaking sounded from the tight cables and masts, and the sound of the huge ship adjusting its course and crashing waves also broke the calm of the night. Tirian, who was standing on the poop deck and looking into the distance, was shocked by this sudden movement. Startled, he raised his head in surprise, and saw that the dark steering wheel on the high bridge was slowly turning. Against the background of the dim light cast by the creation of the world, it seemed that an invisible person was steering the wheel there. Same.

Even though it was not the first time he saw such a scene after boarding the ship again, he still couldn't help frowning.

Many places of the Lost Home are indeed still the same as in memory, but this ship always reminds itself in various inadvertent details-it is already a ghost ship baptized by the subspace.

And just as he was distracted, Tirian heard a sound of steady and powerful footsteps from nearby. He followed the sound and saw his father's figure appearing on the deck under the night.

"Surprised by the sudden movement?" Duncan saw the scene of Tirian staring at the steering wheel just now, and said with a half-smile, "It's the goat's head that is steering."

"I know, I've seen it twice," Tirian regained consciousness, his expression has returned to normal, "It's just that I'm still not used to it—although the Seamist also has some 'alive' characteristics, but in comparison, you The 'liveness' of this ship is simply too high."

"This brings unexpected convenience." Duncan said casually.

Tirian was noncommittal, but couldn't help asking after observing the ship's sailing attitude: "The Lost Home is accelerating and adjusting its course—what are you going to do?"

"I've come to tell you—we're heading for Dagger Island."

"Dagger Island?" Tirian was startled, and immediately realized, "Has something happened over there?!"

"There was a Frost military ship that blew itself up and sank on the way back to the island—it stayed on Dagger Island for a short time, and it had become a pollution carrier when it returned," Duncan didn't hide it, "Now I suspect that Dagger Island The situation may have gotten out of control, but due to unknown reasons, the entire security system on the island has not responded, and Frost Island has not received any abnormal reports."

"... penetrated the pollution, something silently pierced through the defense system of Dagger Island," Tirian understood instantly, but immediately felt unbelievable, "but this...the one over there The defense system should not be so easily penetrated..."

"No defense system is foolproof, not to mention that the pollution comes from the deep sea, and it is more likely to be related to the Lord of the Deep." Duncan shook his head, "The Frost authorities should have been alarmed by the self-destruct of the warship, but I don't know them very well." Confidence, you still have to go and see for yourself.”

"...What about me?" Tirian thought for a while, and vaguely understood what his father meant, "What do you need me to do?"

"I will send Ai to send you back later, you take your team and stand by near Frost." Duncan thought for a while, and had already made a decision in his heart, "Be prepared to deal with the worst situation."

"Worst case?"

"The polluted warship sank, and the sinking speed was unusually fast," Duncan said, while extracting useful memories and information from his newly occupied body, "It's like something is dragging on the bottom of the sea." like pulling it..."

Tirian's expression gradually changed, and a layer of solemnity gradually appeared in his one-eyed eyes: "You mean..."

"It has been half a century since the end of the Frost Rebellion. We assume that the 'things' disturbed by the Abyss Project have never been dormant in this half century, but have been active, and even consciously accumulating power," Duncan looked into the distance, and his calm voice seemed to be brewing a storm, "Tirion, how many ships have you said sunk in the sea near Frost in the past half century, under that city-state...and now How many things might be hidden?"

There was silence on deck.

Under the quiet and cold night, the big pirate suddenly shivered.

...

A white pigeon flew into the urban area, and in the depths of the deserted streets during the curfew period, a faint green fire flashed past.

The night guard team had just left here, and the citizens of the city-state would not go out in the middle of the night. No one noticed the fire that suddenly appeared in the shadow of the alley, and no one noticed that a few strange figures emerged from the shadows. get out.

A slightly old-looking house stands at the corner of Fireplace Street.

Gray exterior walls, dark-colored sloping roofs, black gates, exterior wall gas lamps with wrought iron carvings—a typical northern city-state building, and it seems that it has been inhabited recently.

Morris took two steps forward and confirmed the house number next to the gate by the light of the gas lamp.

This was indeed the dwelling mentioned in Brown Scott's letter.

"Maurice and I went to check on the situation," Duncan, who was wearing a long black trench coat and a wide-brimmed top hat, turned his head and said to Fanna and Alice beside him, his voice sounded low from under the thick bandages Bored, "You guys wait nearby—just don't disturb the guards who watch the night."

It doesn't take too many people to check the situation in a house, and if that "Brown Scott" is really in the house and has some communication skills, then bringing too many people and too many people may cause unexpected troubles—— After all, Duncan didn't come to kill the Quartet today, he came to inquire about intelligence.

(Time to push the book, this time from Yao Rubing's "Please Don't Come to Me Again!", light novel, young seedlings, a work of group friends, milk sacrifice to heaven.)