Deep Sea Embers

The room of the Public Security Bureau is very warm and the lights are bright. Although it is in today's chaotic situation, it still maintains an orderly appearance - and there is tea and coffee supply.

"Name?"

"Laurence Creed."

"Profession?"

"Captain, the captain of the White Oak."

"The guild you belong to?"

"The Explorers Association, I have a full set of qualifications for senior explorers, including certificates in history, occultism, and navigation-related fields, and... well, no more."

"Why did you come to Frost?"

Lawrence raised his head, looked at the bright lights above, and thought for a few seconds: "Actually, I came here to deliver the goods at first... the goods ordered by your city-state cathedral."

The young recorder sitting across the table was writing and drawing on the paper, raised his head after a few strokes, with a friendly but nervous smile on his face: "Okay, I've written it down. Don't mind, as a routine Just record it, after all, you have to leave some records when you come here. Frost thank you for your help—do you need another piece of sugar cube?"

"Ah, no need, thank you." Lawrence waved his hand 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, so he had to put the cup down again , turned to look behind him.

The sailors, covered in ghostly flames, sat in a row on the lounge chairs in the back half of the room. These rude guys had almost eaten and drank all the tea and snacks prepared in the office—they didn't mind the spirit state. The taste of the next meal is out of order, and it is entirely based on the mentality of "you can't go back at a loss after coming here".

There is no sense of tension that should be felt after being "invited" into the Public Security Bureau for disturbing the law-of course, this is also normal, after all, my party was indeed "invited" in by the security officers very politely, even nervously and in awe of.

Thinking of this, Lawrence couldn't help feeling embarrassed again, but because his face was covered by flames, others probably couldn't see his expression.

"I heard that you first assisted the gatekeepers in the church district. Why have you been wandering around the upper city since then? And...caused such a big commotion?"

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

"This is some... a small accident," Lawrence said with a hint of shame in his tone, trying to figure out how to explain the complicated situation at hand—how should he explain it? Could it be that he still had too much energy after leading a group of sailors to make a big fuss, so he planned to wander around the city and buy some souvenirs to return to Pland, but because the ghost fire was difficult to control, he finally restrained himself When the sun rose, the flames "ignited" again somehow?

It was literally "ignited" - just walking on the cross street, burning it up in public.

Anomaly 077, who was originally wrapped in a robe and hid in the team, was taken aback by this, and ran directly from among the sailors to the sidewalk.

As a result, the sheriff's troops from Santiao Street were attracted in five minutes, and men, women and children in the upper city rushed to report.

Lawrence thought about it for a long time, and felt that it was really hard to tell the truth. The main reason was that he was suspected of "ruining the reputation of the Lost Fleet" if he said something casually. Although the Lost Fleet didn't seem to have a good reputation in the world, but in the end At least not with this kind of reputation.

So he could only smile awkwardly again, and perfunctory: "We are very curious about this city, so we neglected to cover up our whereabouts for a while..."

The crackling sound of flames suddenly sounded. Lawrence patted the green flame on his arm casually, and checked whether the armrest of the seat was scorched by the spiritual fire. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his head and continued to look at Looking at the young man opposite, smiling.

"...can you temporarily extinguish this terrible flame?"

"I'm trying—although it may not be obvious."

"...Thank you for your cooperation, you can wait here for a while, I still have a few questions to ask your...subordinates."

The young recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried to maintain a calm and friendly expression, then took a deep breath, and then turned to look at another figure beside the table—a person who was also waiting for a "routine matter", no matter how he looked at it, All pretty suspicious guys.

Wearing an old sailor smock, with a sailor cap that doesn't fit the size on his head, he is a shriveled corpse with a horrible appearance.

Noticing that his eyes were on him, the mummy immediately raised his head, with a tragic smile on his face: "Interrogation? I understand this, just ask."

"Uh... okay," the recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, while cursing in his heart the boss who assigned him to be on duty today, and envious of his colleagues who can patrol the streets, while trying to keep his tone calm ,"Name?"

"'Sailor', that's my name." The mummy replied immediately.

"Water... um, okay, occupation?"

"abnormal."

The recorder raised his head blankly: "Huh?"

"Anomaly," the mummy said honestly, pointing to his shriveled head, "or in more detail, anomaly 077."

The recorder seemed to have turned into a sculpture, and after a few seconds, a clearly audible "gudu" swallowing sound reached Lawrence's ears.

"Ahem, there are very complicated reasons for this," Lawrence coughed twice, and his voice finally woke up the recorder who was almost in a blank state, "Don't worry, when the person in charge of your church here comes, I will Find a way to explain and register clearly."

Listening to the old captain's words, the recorder seemed to be in a daze. The expression on his face changed several times before he opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, a whirlwind engulfed his pale eyes. Smoke and dust suddenly blew up in the office——

The gray wind swirled, and a blind priestess wearing a long black dress stepped out of the wind, followed by a slightly ethereal and hoarse female voice: "I've arrived."

The recorder, whose nerves were almost stretched to the limit, and even his sanity began to falter, suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and almost "bounced" from his chair: "Ah, Ms. Agatha! You are finally here! This The situation on the side is a bit..."

"I know, the situation is complicated, so I will handle it myself," Agatha waved her hand without waiting for the unfortunate recorder to finish speaking, and then turned to Lawrence, her pale lips curled up slightly, but her tone was a little strange, " I thought you had already left."

"I wanted to leave at first..." Lawrence laughed dryly, but the tense nerves in his heart still couldn't help but relax a bit—in any case, he had also had the experience of fighting side by side with the "Gatekeeper" lady in front of him. Although the whole process is full of chaos, weirdness, evil and countless emergencies, at least one thing is certain: everyone is "the same person".

Agatha on the opposite side also seemed to be relieved. She waved her hand to the recorder next to her, indicating that the other party could leave, and the young man immediately escaped from the room with extremely low capacity as if he had been pardoned. office.

Then Agatha sighed again, as if with strong helplessness and exhaustion, after signaling to Captain Lawrence and his party to be calm, she concentrated her energy and said in her mind: "They have been found, they are all in the Public Security Bureau What about here... The situation? The situation is very good, and the appetite seems to be very good... Yes, I understand, I will take care of the aftermath... Don't worry, they didn't cause much trouble per se, it's just that some citizens panicked a little, You know, everyone's nerves are on edge right now...

"There is another thing to report to you. There is an out-of-control anomaly... yes, out-of-control anomaly, number 077, named 'Sailor', this mummy is moving with them...

"Send them to you? I see. To Oak Street . . . Ah, yes, understand."

After a long time, Agatha breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and "looked" at Captain Lawrence.

Even though the eyes were covered with a black cloth, there seemed to be a substantial gaze piercing through the thick cloth, which made the old captain feel a little stressed.

The latter vaguely reacted: "Were you talking to 'him' just now?"

"Yes, and he has an order," Agatha nodded, her expression becoming serious. "He asked you to meet him."

"To see him?" Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, and his tone couldn't help but a little nervous, "You mean..."

"The Lost Home is currently staying in the Frost Sea. Captain Tirian will tell you the approximate location - the Sea Mist and your White Oak are now docked in a port, and you can see it when you arrive at the pier," Aga said. Sha said lightly, "Go to the open sea to find him, don't worry about missing him, when you get close, your ship will know what to do, just let it sail on its own."

Lawrence swallowed subconsciously, and looked at the sailors he had brought, and the latter also stood up one after another, with obvious tension in every line of sight.

He turned his head to look beside him again, and saw Anomaly 077, which was already crawling on the ground, crawling towards the door bit by bit.

Several sailors rushed forward, ignoring the fierce struggle of the mummy, and dragged him back.

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

"Did he...did he say what he wanted to do with us?"

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

As soon as she finished speaking, before Lawrence could speak, the abnormality 077 next to him, under the control of several sailors, screamed and howled: "I! No! Believe it!!"

"Tell him to shut up," Lawrence turned his head and shouted, then took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his breath, and then nodded slightly to Agatha, "I understand, I will go to the appointment of."

"Relax, you really don't have to be nervous," Agatha laughed when she saw this, "Actually...he is really a more peaceful and friendly existence than everyone imagined."

"I know," Lawrence smiled wryly and spread his hands, "but the tension is not something that can be easily eliminated. This probably can only be changed after we go on an appointment and actually meet 'him'."

"Anyway, I wish you all the best." Agatha nodded slightly, and then asked casually, "Is there anything else? Although the current situation of Frost is not good, as long as I can do it, I'll do my best to help."

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

After a while, he took out a piece of paper that was somewhat illusory and transparent due to the burning of the spirit body flames, and handed it to Agatha.

"What's this?"

"Here is the list of goods—the goods ordered by your cathedral have all been delivered to the port," Lawrence said, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "Can this order... still be settled?"

Agatha froze for a moment.

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

After more than ten seconds of silence, the "blind nun" finally nodded, as if gritted her teeth and said, "...knot."