Deep Sea Embers

For the protectors of Frost, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The dark clouds shrouded in Dagger Island are still gathering above the head, and the wreckage of the "Haiyan" that returned strangely is still hovering on the sea outside the port, and at this juncture, the fleet of sea fog haunted by countless terrible legends has come to the vicinity of the city-state again. .

The undead fleet carrying the curse has completed its assembly, and it stays silently on the edge of the sea. No one knows their reason for coming, and no one knows what they want to do next.

Liszt, the commander-in-chief of the defense of the port area, only rested for less than an hour at midnight before reappearing in the command office. a confidential secretary.

Mr. Secretary, who was wearing a blue slim-fit jacket and gold-rimmed glasses, looked to be in his early thirties, when he saw Liszt, he immediately stood up from his chair, with faint sweat on his forehead: "Mr. Colonel, the Consul hopes to Know the latest and most accurate information—is there any possibility of the Sea Fog Fleet launching an attack?"

"If the Consul only wants this answer, it is yes, every day for the past half century," Liszt took out the refreshing essential oil, relying on the strong medicinal effect of the essential oil to boost his spirits, and at the same time glanced at the confidential secretary , "The Fog Fleet didn't just exist today—it's always been there, and there was never any peace agreement between Frost and the 'Steel Vice Admiral'."

The commander-in-chief was obviously in a bad mood, and the confidential secretary also realized that his question was meaningless, so he immediately changed the phrase: "How prepared are we?"

"All coastal defense guns are in combat configuration, and the fleet led by General Galton is constructing an interception zone on the northern and northwest flanks of the Fog Fleet. The Rear Admiral, the Frost Navy is still making all preparations to protect the city-state," Liszt said solemnly, "For more detailed information, my superior should have reported to the city hall."

While speaking, he let his eyes pass over the confidential secretary in front of him, and landed on several subordinates not far away: "What's the situation at the Sea Fog Fleet? Are there any abnormal movements?"

A commander immediately stood up: "Yes, sir, something is wrong, you should come and see this."

Hearing this, Liszt frowned slightly. He walked quickly to the long table in the center of the room, and came to a piece of information that had just been sent here.

"What is this?"

Looking at the document filled with marks and symbols in front of him, the commander of the port area was a little surprised.

"It's the light signal," said the junior commander who had spoken before, "the light signal from the Sea Fog."

Liszt's expression was a little dull, and the effect of the refreshing essential oil seemed to be a bit useless suddenly. Looking at the dazzling pause marks and the messy annotations beside him, he felt a little dizzy, and it took a long time before he muttered: "What? Ghost... The Fog Fleet seems to be using a new kind of light signal? Or is it using some kind of classical code to convey information?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his subordinates: "Where is the military advisor?"

"They are studying these things in the next room. There are also several signal scientists and cryptography experts who have just been summoned. There are also several experts who study ancient naval history and the phenomenon of undead people on the way."

Liszt pursed his lips, stared at those messy symbols for a few seconds, and then raised his head to look at the worried confidential secretary.

"Nobody wants to sleep tonight."

"I think so, Mr. Colonel."

...

Duncan slept well last night.

Although his main body doesn't need sleep most of the time, proper rest can still help him maintain plenty of energy and reduce the burden of controlling multiple bodies at the same time-although for him, this burden is actually It doesn't matter too much.

But he likes to maintain this habit of working and resting like a normal human being.

The snow outside the window has stopped, at least for a while, and the clear sky that can last for no time is covering the city. Vision 001 is gradually climbing from the edge of the city to the high point in the sky, and on the edge of the brilliant sun, the double The faint golden glow of the runes appeared to be radiant.

The missing piece of the rune ring was still there, and visible to the naked eye.

Duncan stood in front of the window, staring at the sun wheel rune ring missing a small piece for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze and moved his shoulders.

He came to the first floor.

Alice has already prepared breakfast. Although the simple toast, fried egg and vegetable rolls are not rich, it can be seen that Miss Doll's craftsmanship is gradually improving. Vanna and Morris are sitting at the dining table They were eating next to them, and when they saw Duncan appear, they stood up.

"You eat what you have, don't care about me." Duncan waved his hand at them.

The breakfast was good, but unfortunately he couldn't enjoy it in his current body.

Although they are all "temporary bodies", the body he is currently using is actually completely different from the body in the Prand antique shop. Although Prand's body was also taken over after death, due to the slight damage And taking over in time, the current state is actually no different from a living person, but his body in Frost...has lost most of its internal functions.

This is more like a corpse driven by a mysterious force, and in nature, it is even closer to a "corpse" than the undead under Tirian.

Duncan himself couldn't tell what the reason behind this was, but there were so many weird things in this world, and he had already seen them through.

The evil door is the evil door, anyway, I am the biggest evil door in this world.

"There is the latest newspaper by the sofa," said Morris by the dining table. "You can read it. There are news you are interested in."

"Oh?" Duncan stepped over to the sofa and saw the morning newspaper that had just been delivered in the morning—the newspaper still smelled of ink, and several newspapers were stacked neatly. He picked up those newspapers while reading Sitting down on the sofa, he opened it casually, and quickly found the news content Morris mentioned.

Alice walked over, poking her head out from behind the sofa and looking curiously at the newspaper in Duncan's hand: "What is the title on it—"

"click"

A round head fell on Duncan's newspaper, and rolled down the newspaper to his arm.

Turning her head over, Alice faced Duncan face to face, her eyes blinking innocently: "Save...save...save..."

"Can you improve your memory?" Duncan sighed, picked up Alice's head almost resignedly, sorted out the golden wig she wore outside and fixed with a rope hoop and the silver hair inside, and raised her hand again Put this beautiful head back on the gothic doll's neck, "Besides, Agou can read newspapers, you can't even understand a headline?"

Alice frantically straightened her head while muttering embarrassingly: "Actually, there are only four or five words that I can't understand..."

Duncan glared at her immediately: "The title has eight words in total!"

The illiterate puppet: "...hehe."

"It's a warning notice from the city hall," Duncan sighed, feeling that it was physically and mentally exhausting to be more real with this idiot, so he pointed to the words in the newspaper and read them to Alice one by one, "Regard citizens, reduce going out - the following content is to tell Frost residents not to approach the coast in the near future, reduce gatherings on public roads, be ready to cooperate with the inspection of the sheriff or guards at any time, and increase the curfew level. Now, except church personnel No one is allowed to leave the house at night, except for those who hold a night-time permit for special industries."

Alice walked around from the sofa and sat down next to Duncan. While curiously leaning over to read the words on the newspaper, she turned her head following Duncan's fingers. After reading it, she raised her head curiously: "What do you mean?"

"It means that the pressure from Tirian is in place," Duncan said lightly, "if there is no accident, Frost's external traffic will be blocked, so that we don't have to worry about the pollution of this city-state spilling out, and the annihilation hidden in the city. The believers will no longer be able to communicate with the outside world. On the other hand, the 'report letter' I sent seems to have stimulated the church. Higher curfew levels and strict prohibitions on passing mean stricter heresy investigations—more The Cultists of Oblivion will show their feet."

"Then... the matter is settled?" Alice opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Will all the bad guys be arrested?"

"How could it be that simple?" Duncan shrugged, "Catching a few Annihilation Cultists is just the beginning, but as more and more Annihilation Cultists are arrested, the way they build connections with the deep sea may be exposed. Only then will the problem be truly dug out.”

While speaking, he folded the newspaper and put it aside.

He roughly went through the rest of the content above, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

"Then... what shall we do next?" Alice asked from the side.

"Since the Frost authorities are busy, let's go out for a walk." Duncan stood up and looked in the direction of the restaurant, "Let's go out after dinner—let's say hello to one of Tirian's 'informants'. "