After making preparations and disguises,
Duncan turned his gaze toward the bustling city area with bright lights.
Vanna judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: "It is curfew time now. There will be guards patrolling the roads in the city, but in some places on the outskirts, the patrol strength will be relatively weak. Even in a developed place like Plande, the guards in the lower city cannot take care of every corner. Generally speaking, the alert standard for the edge of the city is 'If a supernatural out of control occurs, make sure the nearest team can arrive at the scene within 20 minutes, and try not to spread casualties to nearby blocks.'"
"The Petrel exploded near the city-state, and no one on board survived. This situation cannot be concealed. The Frost authorities should be busy now, but it may be difficult for them to come to any conclusions in a short time," said Morris on the side. "We should give them a warning."
“Oh, that’s easy. I’m good at all kinds of reporting, and I can usually make local authorities nervous,” Duncan said casually. “But in addition to raising the alarm, we also have to conduct our own investigation—this incident is very strange. I smelled an atmosphere similar to that of Plande at the time. The things those cultists did... I’m afraid they are not small.”
As he spoke, he picked up the map that Tirian had prepared for him.
The map was very detailed, with various special annotations, and it was obviously not something issued by the city-state's civilians - there was no doubt that the informants that Tirian had planted in the city-state had made little contribution to the map.
Vanna quickly found two places worthy of attention: Fireplace Street on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area closer to the heart of the inner city.
Fanna's eyes fell on this ordinary block marked as a cemetery area. She saw that the entire area was numbered from one to four and divided into four cemeteries. They were almost symmetrically distributed around the church area in the center of the city-state, forming a vague ring. It looked... It really didn't look like the planning method of a normal city-state.
Is this also the religious requirement of Bartok, the God of Death
"Let's go to Fireplace Street first to visit your 'old friend'"
Duncan raised his head and glanced at Tirian. "Then when the curfew begins, you and Vanna will find a place to stay in the city-state, and Alice and I will go to Cemetery No. 3."
"The contaminated ship sank at an unusually fast speed," Duncan said, extracting useful memories and information from the body he had just occupied. "It was as if something was dragging it down on the seafloor..."
Gray exterior walls, dark sloping roofs, black doors, and exterior gas lamps decorated with wrought iron carvings. It is a typical northern city-state building, and it looks like it has been inhabited recently.
Tirian took two steps forward and confirmed the house number next to the gate by the light of the gas lamp.
Under the cold and silent night sky, a white dove flew into the night from the Frost Coast and swooped down towards the lights of the city in the distance.
Vanna's figure appeared on the deck.
After calming down a little, Vana asked in her mind: "Where is Tirian?"
A slightly old-looking house stands at a corner of Fireplace Street.
"No defense system is foolproof, not to mention that the pollution comes from the deep sea, and it is more likely related to the Lord of the Deep." Duncan shook his head. "The Frost authorities should be alarmed by the self-explosion of this warship, but I don't have much confidence in them. I still have to go and see it myself."
"... Penetrating pollution, something has silently penetrated the defense system of Dagger Island," Tirian understood it instantly, but then he felt unbelievable about it, "But this... the defense system over there should not be so easy to penetrate..."
"Cemetery?" Tirian asked subconsciously.
"Shouldn't we give the city-state authorities a small warning? We can't just run to the city hall or the cathedral and knock on the door to report it, right?" Duncan smiled, "All we need is a channel to pass the news on, and I happen to know such a channel in Cemetery No. 3."
In the cold night, he moved his hands, feet and shoulders, feeling the wonder of his consciousness controlling multiple bodies.
He let out a sigh of relief only after the delay wore off.
It only took her a short while to ensure Duncan's actions while dealing with matters on the Lost Homeland.
The night patrol team of guards had just left this place, and the citizens of the city-state would not go out so late at night. No one noticed the fire that suddenly appeared in the shadows of the alley, and no one noticed several strange figures walking out of the shadows.
In the quiet and cold night, the big pirate shivered suddenly.
"It has been half a century since the Frost Rebellion. We assume that the things that were disturbed by the Abyss Project have never been dormant in this half century, but have been active, and even consciously accumulating strength." Duncan looked into the distance, and his voice seemed to be brewing a storm in his calm voice. "Tirion, how many ships have sunk into the sea far away from Frost in this half century? How many things might be hidden under that city-state now?"
"A Frost military ship exploded and sank on its way back to the main island. It had briefly stopped at Dagger Island and became a carrier of pollution when it returned," Duncan did not hide it. "Now I believe the situation on Dagger Island may have gotten out of control, but for unknown reasons, the entire warning system on the island did not respond, and Frost Island has not received any abnormal reports."
Just as he was distracted, Tirian heard a steady and powerful sound of footsteps coming from a distance. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw his father appear on the deck under the night sky.
Vanna turned her head with a confident smile on her face: "We will take your concerns very seriously."
A creaking sound came from between the taut cables and the mast, and the sound of the huge ship adjusting its course and the waves hitting the sea also broke the tranquility of the night. Tirian, who was standing on the stern deck looking into the distance, was startled by the sudden movement. He looked up 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 as if a five-shaped person was steering the ship.
"I know. I've seen it twice," Tirian came back to his senses and his expression returned to normal. "But I'm still a little uncomfortable with it. Although the Sea Mist also has some 'alive' characteristics, in comparison, the 'activity' of your ship is really too high."
"Startled by the sudden noise?" Duncan said, half-smiling, as he saw Tirian staring at the wheel. "Goat-Head is at the helm."
"No need, I'm just on my way there."
Duncan shook his head and then casually ordered, "Adjust course to Dagger Island, full speed."
Tirian did not comment, but after observing the ship's sailing posture, he could not help but ask: "The Lost Homeland is accelerating and adjusting its course - what are you going to do?"
A white dove flew into the city, and deep in the deserted streets during curfew, a faint green light flashed.
Tirian's expression gradually changed, and a layer of solemnity slowly appeared in his one eye: "You mean..."
At the same time, on the Lost Homeland far away in the Frigid Sea, the door of the captain's room was finally opened.
"Worst case scenario?"
Duncan on the side spoke subconsciously: "Spreading the news is one thing, but more importantly, we need to draw enough attention to it..."
The deck fell silent.
"Dagger Island?" Tirian was startled, then immediately realized, "Something happened there?!"
"I will send Ai to take you back later. You take your team and wait at a distance." Duncan thought for a moment, but he had not yet made up his mind. "Be prepared for the worst."
"... What about me?" Tirian thought for a moment, vaguely understanding what his father meant. "What do you need me to do?"
Many parts of the Lost Homeland were still the same as I remembered, but the ship kept reminding me in various inadvertent details that it was a ghost ship baptized by the warp.
It took him some time to adjust to his new body. Compared to the stumbling situation when Morris first tried "multitasking", this time with the extra body, he adjusted much faster and more smoothly.
It doesn't take too many people to check the situation inside a house, and if this "Brown Scott" is really in the house and has a certain ability to communicate, then bringing too many people and too many different people may cause unexpected trouble - after all, Duncan is not here to kill everyone today, he is here to gather intelligence.
This was indeed the residence mentioned by Brown Scott in his letter.
The goat-headed man's voice sounded immediately: "He is far away on the rudder deck. Do we need to call him over?"
"Aerith and I will go check out the situation," Duncan, who was wearing a long black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, turned around and said to Vanna and Tirian beside him. His voice sounded low and muffled from under the thick bandages. "You wait at a distance - just don't alert the night watchers."
"This brings unexpected convenience," Duncan said casually.
Although it was the first time he saw such a scene after boarding the ship again, he couldn't help but frown.
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