Deep Sea Embers

The battle in the alley was intense but short. From the time the two cultists' whereabouts were revealed to the end of the battle, a total of a few minutes had passed. However, Fan Na believed that the commotion in these few minutes was enough to attract the guards who were watching the night. up.

Of course, she is not afraid of Frost's guards, no matter in terms of standpoint or strength—it's just that at this time, she has no plans to make extra troubles.

And just when she was thinking about how to signal Duncan who entered the building, the dark door just opened.

The figures of Duncan and Morris appeared in the lights.

In the next second, Duncan quickly walked towards the alley where Fanna and Alice were. God prays to exercise some kind of supernatural power.

"I noticed the movement outside." Duncan came to Fan Na and the two, looked up at the situation in the alley, frowned slightly and quickly asked, "What happened?"

"As expected, there are definitely Annihilation Cultists paying attention to this place—Alice noticed their tracks, and we fought briefly," Fanna replied immediately, "Both heretics are dead, and no one has escaped. But the movement of the battle may have attracted the attention of the guards, and they will be here soon."

"Did Alice notice it?" Duncan first glanced at the lady doll next to him in surprise, and then noticed the strangeness in Fanna's expression, realizing that the situation just now might be far more complicated than imagined, but he didn't ask further. Just nodded quickly, "Stop talking so much, prepare to transfer."

"I've eliminated the traces we left behind." At this moment Morris also finished the aftermath and came over, "Galoni will forget the experience of the last 24 hours after waking up, even if a clever psychiatrist searches her memory , shouldn’t be able to restore too many things.”

"Ah, very good."

Duncan nodded lightly. In fact, he didn't really care about hiding his whereabouts, but it's certainly not bad to have fewer people to bother him in the early stage of the operation.

Then, he raised his hand and waved in the darkness.

The sound of flapping wings broke the tranquility of the night, and the white pigeons staying on the roof of a nearby building leaped swiftly. The next second, the dark green flames flashed in the alley, leaving only the sound of flapping wings in the alley. Fading away in the night.

Calm was restored in the streets and alleys—a few minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps and the flickering lights of lanterns appeared on the street in the distance.

...

Ay didn't leave very far—in fact, he just flew a block away, finding a foothold near an old factory.

It is an uninhabited tin hut.

The tin hut is next to the old factory, and there is a hole in the window of the house. Ai sneaked into the house through the hole. With the sudden rise of the flame of the spirit body, the figures of Duncan and his party appeared in the hut .

Fan Na looked around for the first time, and saw thick dust in the old hut, a wooden bed and simple tables and chairs in the corner, and some sundries piled up on the other side of the room, the cold wind howling outside, and the nearby windows The hole in the top made a strange whimpering sound in the wind.

"It is for the maintenance personnel of the pump room to take a temporary rest. Usually, no one will come to live outside the maintenance period - although I don't know when the maintenance period is here, but at least today it is a place where we can temporarily rest," Fan said. While talking, Na came to the window and glanced outside through the dirty glass. The old factory not far away stood silently in the night. She could clearly see the lights of the factory area and hear the sound of the machines running in the factory. The voice said, "The factory is still in operation. There must be priests in this round-the-clock factory. If there are extraordinary battles in the nearby blocks, the alert level of this factory will also be raised."

"It's not a big problem, just don't turn on the lights, anyway, they can't sense the breath here," Duncan said casually, "We'll wait here until dawn before we act—is it okay?"

While speaking, he looked at the three people in sight.

Alice is a cursed puppet, Fanna is a beautiful girl and strong man, even the weakest old Mr. Morris is an extraordinary person who has a lot of magical powers. In terms of strength, there is no need to worry about them, but the North The cold winter night in the city-state may not be so friendly to the elderly gentleman.

"Don't worry," Morris obviously noticed Duncan's gaze, he showed a slight smile, and raised his hand to outline the sacred rune bestowed by the God of Wisdom Rahmu on his chest, "Until the first two years, I often explored those A world of ancient ruins and cursed ruins on the edge of dangerous seas, where the environment is far more difficult than here-academic research is never an easy job, especially when dealing with history."

Duncan thought about it and felt that the old man was right.

Historians and folklorists in this world are indeed quite hard-core professions—even the "household scholars" who stay at home must have a few tricks, after all, they will talk to the people they are studying every now and then. When things are fighting, those cursed scrolls and bewitched relics will not just lie in the display room.

What's more, a scholar with all-round development like Morris - I'm afraid he has ordered free fighting and wild survival before studying history...

"We can actually contact Captain Tirian's informants in this city," Fanna said aside, "They should be able to help arrange accommodation and provide information..."

"I will contact them, but not now," Duncan waved his hand, and then his expression was slightly serious, "From today onwards, when Frost comes into contact with anyone, we must carefully screen them, including the one mentioned by Tirian. those 'informants'."

Fan Na was startled, and then realized something: "You confirmed that 'Brown Scott'..."

"It's a replica of the deep sea, and it has disintegrated itself. We were a step too late and only found a few clues left by him," Duncan said, shaking his head, "but this is basically expected before. In addition, we also met a female apprentice in that house in a state of cognitive and memory confusion-she is an ordinary person."

Fan Na's expression immediately became serious.

"That's Brown's student, named Galone—in her memory and cognition, she has completely deleted the relevant part of her mentor's death in the shipwreck," Morris on the side said, "And according to me and the captain Based on my judgment, this kind of situation...may not be an exception in the entire frost."

"Since more than half a month ago, Tirian has been receiving weird and contradictory intelligence. The intelligence sometimes mentions the phenomenon of 'return of the dead' in Frost, and sometimes says it is all rumors. The so-called dead are actually I have been a normal resident of Frost from the very beginning, and sometimes, this kind of completely contradictory information will even come from the same informant channel," Duncan took Morris's words and continued, "At first, Tirian thinks that the Frost authorities are controlling the news, and that the church is taking action to weaken the influence of the strange events on the residents, but now it seems... this is most likely caused by cognitive confusion."

"Captain Tirian's informants are all over Frost... What do you mean, this is cognition and memory pollution covering the entire city-state?!" Vanna realized the seriousness of the matter, "Then in this city-state... "

"No one can tell how many are replicas and how many are authentic, and this is the second. After all, replicas should not escape my eyes. I can tell them quickly after meeting. The most troublesome thing is those who have already Abnormal ordinary people..." Duncan said, pausing for a moment, then shook his head after a short thought, "In short, Tirian's informants in this city are no longer so reliable, and some of them may have been replaced , Maybe some people's cognition has been distorted, and some people may even be the eyes of the Annihilation Cultists... Be cautious when contacting them."

Fan Na nodded with a solemn expression—but in her eyes, there was a look of joy emerging little by little.

In the cold and mysterious northern city-state, the residents of the city-state are constantly being replaced, and the eyeliner they once planted is no longer reliable, while those seemingly normal and harmless ordinary citizens are gradually producing memory and cognitive pollution, and untrustworthy voices are filling the whole city. A city where pollution creeps beneath the surface—

Which is fine because it all comes back to her area of ​​expertise.

Eradicate heresy and purify pollution.

She began to understand Pope Helena's intention of sending herself aboard the Lost Country.

Already possessing the vision of Tranquil Night - Prand doesn't need her as a judge now, but as long as she follows the Lost Country, she will always have a stage to show her strengths.

Duncan gave Fan Na a strange look.

"Is it my illusion? Why do you feel that your mood suddenly improved?"

"Ah, I just think that I can continue to eradicate heresy, and I feel a little happy."

Duncan opened his mouth, not knowing how to evaluate the young judge for a moment, but soon he focused on another matter.

He looked at the doll standing beside him, distracted.

"I've finished talking about the progress with Morris, and it's time to talk about the situation on your side."