Deep Sea Embers

Walking out of the flame door was Alice in disguise, Fanna in ordinary clothes, and Morris in a dark gray coat with a cane.

Duncan needs Morris's knowledge to help him understand the city and find the whereabouts of that "Brown Scott", and needs Vanna's professional ability to find the whereabouts of the cultists and, if possible, communicate with the local church. To make a connection, it takes Alice...

It wasn't really necessary, but Alice wanted to come and see—and on the other hand, Duncan thought it might be fun to bring her here, considering Alice had the face of the Frost Queen.

The dark green spiritual body flames quickly dissipated and disappeared in the air. Ai turned into a white dove again and landed on a nearby tree branch. Morris tightened his thick coat in the frosty wind and looked up at In the brightly lit urban area nearby, Alice was looking around curiously, while Fanna had already noticed the burly figure standing in the darkness.

A frightening body, the posture of returning from the ashes does not seem to be able to stand here alive anyway, but this body is standing so calmly in the darkness, looking at it with calm eyes Looking at this side, the remaining pieces of clothing on the body showed the identity of the body.

An inexplicable "connection" emerged in her heart, and Fan Na was in a daze for a while, and 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 again. Although she knew that the captain used the occupied "avatar" when he moved in the city-state, but when she saw the state of this avatar, She still couldn't help frowning, "Your body..."

"Actually, it's in good shape—it's just that the appearance can be a bit scary," Duncan said in a low voice. "It's all about luck to find an avatar that is in good shape and 'fits' enough. This body is better than the one you saw in the sewer. That 'sacrifice' is better."

Fan Na immediately recalled some not-so-good things, the corners of her eyes seemed to tremble, and her voice was very low: "...I don't really want to recall."

Duncan smiled, looked up at Alice who was still looking around, and beckoned: "Don't look around, come and help - do you have everything?"

Only then did Alice come back to her senses, and quickly ran to Duncan in two or three steps, while raising the small box in her hand: "I'm carrying it! I'm bringing it! Clothes and bandages... Wow! Captain, you have a good face." Black..."

Duncan ignored the fuss of the puppet, just took the suitcase brought by the other party casually, opened it and inspected the contents: a long black windbreaker suitable for covering the details of the body, and the wide stand-up collar can cover the face and neck when turned up , a black wide-brimmed top hat, gloves, shoes, some bandages, some cash and a neatly folded city-state map.

Duncan raised his eyebrows - things are more comprehensive than expected.

In order to adapt to this new body, he put most of his consciousness here, and didn't pay much attention to the situation on board. When he asked the goat's head to send a message to Alice, he only said to prepare clothes and bandages. Other things including... It seems that Alice's head can't take the initiative to think of it.

"Mr. Tirian helped prepare it." Before Duncan could ask, Alice took the initiative to explain beside him, "He heard that you were going to be active in the city-state, so he asked me to bring these too—oh yes, He also asked me to tell you that the map is up to date, and the one with the red mark on it is the secret contact point of the Sea Fog Fleet, and there are some lines... lines or something..."

"The informant is a living member of the sea fog fleet," Duncan said casually, with some emotion in his tone, "He said he would never set foot on the frosty land...his eyes never left the city But, it’s almost as if I’ve set foot on my own.”

"Oh yes, informant," Alice nodded repeatedly, and then asked while poking around the contents of the box, "Are these things useful?"

Duncan nodded slightly: "They can all come in handy, but Tirian has put his heart into it."

While speaking, he had already picked up those bandages, and raised his hand to Fan Na beside him: "Help—do you know how to do it?"

When Fanna saw the contents of the box, she thought of Duncan's intentions. She took the bandage, but before wrapping it around the captain, she asked uncomfortably: "Is this really okay? I still think it's too eye-catching." A bit..."

"It's fine to block it, and I don't intend to live in Frost with this appearance," Duncan said while cooperating with Fanna's movements, "Just don't invite the sheriff when you walk on the street, if you encounter someone who is really inconvenient to move In this case, I need you and Morris to help."

"Okay." Fan Na nodded, and at the same time began to quickly wrap the bandage around Duncan's body. Her movements were skillful, and she had obviously done similar things more than once.

On the front line against heresy and evil spirits, dealing with wounds is as common and inevitable as breathing.

Alice looked at Fan Na's busy work, and seemed a little eager to try: "Can I help?"

Duncan turned his head slightly to glance at the 1.6-meter doll, and then at the 1.9-meter Fanna in front of him.

Then he looked down at his current body, which should be over 1.9 meters tall.

"Forget it, you just look up and drop your head," he rejected the puppet, and at the same time he asked uneasy, "Don't forget that this is a city-state, and it's a frost city-state, pay attention to camouflage, not just a wig Don't let your head fall off, and don't take off the veil on your face, remember? Your face here can easily scare the middle-aged and elderly people over fifty years old."

Alice immediately agreed: "Remember!"

Duncan nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Fan Na again.

To carry out operations in the unfamiliar Frost, of course she can no longer wear the eye-catching outfit of armor + giant sword. In order to facilitate activities in the city, she has now changed into ordinary clothes.

A women's gray waist long windbreaker, black leather boots and trousers on the lower body, the long gray hair is still casually scattered behind the head, looking as heroic as usual, but without the armor and giant Sword, this posture seems to be somewhat softer.

It's just that, with a height of 1.9 meters, her attire might not attract interrogation, but it's still not very possible to keep a low profile.

While thinking about it, the bandages had been wrapped around the face, and wrapped layer by layer on the unrecognizable head.

His entire face was eventually covered, save for the eye and a small patch of relatively intact skin near the left eye.

Then he put on the black trench coat with the high stand-up collar, shoes, gloves and the wide-brimmed top hat.

Fortunately, this body is very burly, and the sizes are almost the same as my own body, so these things are very suitable for wearing.

Duncan adjusted his clothes for the last time, and carefully buttoned the long trench coat to the last button.

He can't see what he looks like now, but he can imagine it.

A long black windbreaker that covers the whole body, a wide-brimmed hat and collar that hides the face, black leather gloves, and layers of bandages that are faintly visible between the slits of the coat and hat.

He thought for a while, then turned to look at the young judge standing quietly beside him: "Fan Na, tell the truth..."

Fan Na sighed: "I'm afraid the inexperienced sheriff and guards will stop you for questioning immediately."

Duncan was silent for a moment: "...What about the experienced ones?"

"They'll call for backup."

Duncan: "..."

"Well, it's actually not that serious." Fan Na smiled suddenly and shook her head, "The above-mentioned situation is limited to the core urban area with a high enough security level - there are sufficient defense forces there, if it is an ordinary urban area, you should not There will be trouble. This is my judgment based on Prand’s situation, but it should be similar in Frost. The only thing to worry about is probably your bandage..."

"Bandages should be a better camouflage." Before Fanna finished speaking, Morris next to her suddenly said, "These bandages may just be able to avoid a lot of trouble."

Duncan cast his gaze: "Huh?"

"Frost takes the God of Death as its main belief. Customs and symbols related to death are the characteristics here. Devout believers even deliberately add decorations such as bandages to their clothes. This element is also found in the daily clothing of priests. Morris said while thinking, "You are most likely to be regarded as a believer in death with special behavior."

Listening to the old man's introduction, Fan Na couldn't help but blinked: "These details... I don't know much about it. I only know the dogmas and related taboos of other Three God Churches."

Morris laughed: "It involves the specific customs and habits of each city-state, and it is difficult to understand without research."

Duncan looked at the old scholar: "Are these things that your 'old friend' communicated with you?"

Morris was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "Yes—Brown Scott is a very good folklorist. He has traveled in many central and northern city-states throughout his life, especially Frost and Cold Harbor. He once gave I have written many letters to introduce the strange customs and beliefs here."