Coming out from the flaming door were Alice in disguise, Vanna in ordinary clothes, and Maurice in a dark grey coat and carrying a cane.
Duncan needs Morris's knowledge to help him understand the city and find the whereabouts of "Brown Scott". He needs Vanna's professional ability to find the whereabouts of the cultists and establish contact with the local church if possible. He needs Alice...
It wasn't really necessary, but Alice wanted to come and see - on the other hand, considering that Alice had the face of the Frost Queen, Duncan thought it might be a bit of fun to bring her over.
The dark green spirit flame quickly dissipated in the air, and Ai turned into a white dove again and landed on a nearby tree. Morris tightened his thick coat in the frosty cold wind and looked up at the brightly lit city nearby. Alice looked around curiously, and Vanna had already noticed the burly figure standing in the dark.
A terrifying body, its posture of returning from the fire does not look like it can still be standing here alive, but this body is standing so steadily in the darkness, looking at this side with calm eyes, and the remaining pieces of clothing on the body show its former identity.
An inexplicable "connection" emerged in Fanna's mind. She was in a daze for a moment, and then she was sure that the figure she met for the first time was the captain.
"Mr. Duncan," she came to Duncan and couldn't help but look him up and down. Although she knew that the captain used the "avatar" he occupied when he moved around in the city-state, she couldn't help but frown when she saw the state of this avatar, "Your body..."
"In fact, the condition is still wrong - it just looks a little scary," Duncan said in a low voice, "It depends on luck to find an avatar that is in good condition and fits the bill. This body is better than the sacrifice I saw in the sewer."
Vanna immediately recalled some not-so-nice things. The corners of her eyes seemed to twitch, and she said in a low voice: "... I don't really want to recall it."
Vanna smiled, looked up at Morris who was still looking around, and waved: "Stop looking around, come and help me-do bring everything with you?"
He couldn't see what he looked like now, but he could imagine it. Vanna was silent for a moment: "...What about those with more experience?"
"Just block them. I don't plan to stay in Frost like this," Duncan said as he coordinated the movements. "Just don't attract the sheriff when walking on the street. If you encounter a situation where it is really inconvenient to move, I will need your and Alice's help."
Duncan ignored the puppet's fuss and casually took the suitcase from him. After opening it, he examined the contents: a long black trench coat suitable for concealing body details, a wide stand-up collar that could cover the face and neck when erected, a black wide-brimmed hat, gloves, shoes, some bandages, some cash and a neatly folded city-state map.
Vanna sighed, "The inexperienced sheriffs and guards will probably stop you and question you right away."
Eventually his entire face was covered, except for his eyes and a small patch of relatively intact skin near his left eye.
As he spoke, he picked up the bandages and handed them to Vanna beside him: "Help - you know how to do it, right?"
Morris watched Vanna busying herself and seemed eager to try: "Can I help?"
Alice came back to her senses and quickly ran to Vanna, holding up the small box in her hand: "I have it, I have it! Clothes and bandages... Wow! Captain, you look so gloomy..."
He was wearing a women's grey trench coat with a waist, black leather boots and trousers. His long grey-black hair was still casually draped behind his head. He still looked as heroic as usual, but with the armor and the giant sword, he looked a little more amiable.
Vanna cast her gaze: "Hmm?"
Listening to the old man's introduction, Vanna couldn't help but blink: "These details... I have never known them. I only know the doctrines and related taboos of the other four churches."
"Mr. Tirian helped prepare it," Morris took the initiative to explain before Duncan could ask, "He heard that you were going to be active in the city-state, so he asked me to bring these over. Oh, by the way, he also asked me to tell you that the map is the latest one. The red marks on it are the secret contact points of the Sea Fog Fleet. There is some money... money and so on...
A long black trench coat that covers the entire body, a wide-brimmed hat and collar that hide the face, black leather gloves, and layers of bandages that are vaguely visible between the gaps in the coat and hat.
Fortunately, this body is very sturdy, and the size of all the items is almost the same as his original body, so these things fit him well.
Then he looked down at his body, which should be more than one meter tall.
Then he put on the black windbreaker with a high stand-up collar, and put on his shoes, gloves and the wide-brimmed hat.
However, with his height of 1.80 meters, his attire might not attract questioning, but it is still possible for him to keep a low profile.
Alice laughed. "It's hard to understand the specific customs and habits of each city-state without research."
Fanna finally straightened her clothes and quickly buttoned up the last button of her trench coat.
Vanna raised her eyebrows—the things were more comprehensive than she had imagined.
In order to adapt to this new body, he focused most of his consciousness here and did not pay much attention to the situation on the ship. When he asked Goat Head to convey a message to Alice, he only told her to prepare clothes and bandages. As for other things including cash... it seemed that Morris could not think of them proactively.
Morris was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Yes—Brown Scott is a very good folklorist. He has traveled throughout his life in many city-states in the middle and north, especially Frostbite and Cold Harbor. He has written me many letters introducing the peculiar customs and beliefs here."
Duncan tilted his head slightly to glance at the 1.80-meter-tall puppet, then looked at Alice who was 1.4 meters tall in front of him.
Duncan looked at the old scholar and asked, "Are these the things your 'old friend' has communicated with you?"
Morris immediately agreed: "Remember!"
"Forget it, your head will fall off again if you raise your head," he agreed with the puppet, and at the same time reminded him, "Don't forget that this is a city-state, and it is a frost city-state. Pay attention to disguise. Not only do you not want your wig and head to fall off, but you also don't want to take off the veil on your face. Remember? Your face here is likely to scare middle-aged and elderly people over 30 years old."
To carry out operations in the unfamiliar Frost, she certainly could not wear the eye-catching outfit of armor and giant sword anymore. In order to move around in the city more conveniently, she has now changed into casual clothes.
As he thought, the bandages were wrapped around his face and layer by layer around the unrecognizable head.
Their main belief is the god of death. Customs and symbols related to death are the characteristics of this place. Devout believers will even deliberately add decorations such as bandages to their clothes. This element is also seen in the daily clothing of priests. "Maurice said while thinking, "You are most likely to be regarded as a death believer with more avant-garde behavior."
Vanna: “…”
Vanna nodded slightly. "They can all be used. Tirian really put in a lot of effort."
"Well, it's not that serious," Vanna suddenly smiled and shook her head. "The above situation is only limited to the core urban areas with a high level of security. There are sufficient garrisons there. If it is a normal urban area, you should not encounter any trouble. This is my judgment based on the situation in Plande, but it should be similar in Frost. The only thing you need to worry about is probably your bandages..."
When Vanna saw what was in the box, she immediately thought of Duncan's intention. She took the bandage, but before wrapping it around the captain, she asked uncertainly, "Is this really avant-garde? I think it's a little too eye-catching..."
Vanna nodded slightly, and her eyes fell on Duncan again.
On the front lines of the fight against heresy and evil, tending to wounds is as normal and necessary as breathing.
"Okay." Vanna nodded and began to wrap the bandage around Duncan's body with deft hands and feet. Her movements were skillful.
Cooked, obviously did similar things more than once.
"Bandages should be a better disguise," Vanna said before Morris next to her suddenly said, "These bandages may just be able to avoid a lot of trouble."
"The informant is a living member of the outer reaches of the Sea Fog Fleet," Tirian said casually, with some emotion in his tone, "He said he would never set foot on the land of frost again... but his eyes have never left this city. He is just one step away from setting foot in person."
"Oh, yes, informant," Morris nodded repeatedly, then asked as he peered into the box and looked at the contents, "Are these things useful?"
He thought for a moment, then turned to look at the young judge standing quietly by the side: "Fanna, tell me the truth..."