Deep Sea Embers

Stepping out of the flame door were Alice in disguise, Vanna in ordinary clothes, and Maurice in a dark gray coat carrying a cane.

Duncan needs Morris' 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 to contact the local church if possible. To make a connection, it takes Alice…

It wasn't really necessary, but Alice wanted to come and have a look - and on the other hand, considering that Alice was in the Frost Queen's face, Duncan thought it might be a bit of fun to bring her over.

The green spiritual flames quickly dissipated and disappeared in the air. 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. Looking towards the brightly lit city nearby, Alice was looking around curiously, while Vanna had already noticed the burly figure standing in the darkness.

A horrifying body, the posture of returning from the fire does not look like it can still stand here alive in any case, but this body is standing so calmly in the darkness, using calm eyes. Looking here, the remaining fragments of clothing on the body show the body's former identity.

An inexplicable "connection" emerged in her heart. Fanna was in a daze for a moment, and she was already 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 possessed "incarnation" when operating in the city-state, but after seeing the state of this incarnation I still couldn't help but frown a little, "Your body..."

"Actually, the state is still wrong - the appearance may be a bit scary," Duncan said in a low voice. "It all depends on luck to find an incarnation that is in good condition and fits well enough. This body is better than the one I saw in the sewer." That sacrifice is better.”

Fanna immediately recalled some not-so-pleasant things. The corners of her eyes seemed to tremble, and her voice was low: "I don't want to remember it."

Vanna smiled, looked up at Morris who was still looking around, and waved: "Stop looking around, come here to help - do you have everything with you?"

He couldn't see what he looked like now, but he could definitely imagine it. Fanna was silent for a moment: "...What about the experienced one?"

"Just block it. I have no intention of settling in the frost with this appearance," Duncan said while matching the movements. "Just don't attract the police when you walk on the street. If you encounter a situation where it is really inconvenient to move, I just need your and Alice’s help.”

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

Fanna sighed: "I'm afraid the inexperienced peace officers and guards will stop you for questioning immediately."

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 Fanna next to him: "Help - you know how to do it, right?"

Morris watched Vanna busy at the side and seemed a little eager to try: "Can I help?"

Only then did Alice come back to her senses and hurriedly ran to Vanna in a few steps, raising the small box in her hand: "I'm taking it with me! I'm taking it with me! There are clothes and bandages... Wow! Captain, you are here!" This face is so dark..."

A woman's gray waist-length windbreaker, black leather boots and trousers, her long gray-black hair is still casually scattered behind her head, she still looks as heroic as usual, but with that armor and The giant sword looks a little more friendly in this posture.

Fanna looked away: "Huh?"

Listening to the old gentleman's introduction, Fanna couldn't help but blink: "I don't know these details... I only know the dogma and related taboos of the other Four Gods Church."

"Mr. Tirian helped prepare it," Maurice took the initiative to explain from the side 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. That's right. He also asked me to tell you that the map is the latest, and the red mark on it is the secret contact point of the Sea Mist Fleet, and there is some money... money and stuff...

A long black trench coat covering the whole body, a wide-brimmed hat and collar that obscures the face, black leather gloves, and layers of bandages vaguely visible between the gaps in the coat and hat.

Fortunately, this body is very tall, and the sizes are almost the same as his own body, so these things are very suitable to wear.

Then he looked down at his current body, which should be over one meter tall.

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

It's just that after all, with a height of 1.8 meters, his appearance may not attract cross-examination, but it is still possible to keep a low profile.

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

Fanna tidied her clothes one last time and quickly buttoned the long windbreaker to the last button.

Fanna raised her eyebrows - the things were more comprehensive than she imagined.

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 the ship. When he asked the goat head to send a message to Alice, he only said to prepare clothes and bandages. As for including cash, Other things included... It seems that Morris's mind can't automatically think of it.

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

Duncan turned his head slightly and glanced at the 1.8-meter-plus doll, and then at the 1.4-meter-meter Alice in front of him.

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

Morris immediately agreed: "Remember!"

"Forget it, just raise your head and it will fall off," he agreed with the puppet, and at the same time, he asked, "Don't forget that this is a city-state, and it's a frost city-state. Pay attention to your disguise, not just the wig and head. Don’t let it fall down, and don’t take off the veil on your face, remember? Your face here can easily scare middle-aged and elderly people over thirty years old.”

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

While thinking, the bandage wrapped around his face and wrapped it layer by layer on the unrecognizable head.

They have the God of Death as their main belief, and customs and symbols related to death are the characteristics here. Devout believers will even deliberately add bandages and other decorations to their clothes. This element is also found in the daily clothing of priests," Mo Reese said while thinking, "You are most likely to be regarded as a death believer with more avant-garde behavior. "

Fanna: "······"

Fanna nodded slightly: "They can all come in handy, Tirian is really attentive."

"Well, it's actually not that serious." Fanna suddenly smiled and shook her head, "The above situation is limited to core urban areas 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 the situation in Plande, but it should be similar in Hanshuang. The only thing you need to worry about is probably your bandage..."

Vanna thought of Duncan's intention when she saw the things in the box. She took the bandage, but before wrapping it around the captain, she still asked uncertainly: "Is this really avant-garde? I think it's still too eye-catching. A bit..."

Vanna nodded slightly, and then her eyes fell on Duncan.

On the front line of fighting heresy, treating wounds is as normal and necessary as breathing.

"Okay." Fanna nodded, and at the same time began to wrap the bandage around Duncan's body with deft movements.

Ripe, apparently done something similar more than once.

"The bandages should be a better disguise," before Vanna finished speaking, Morris next to her suddenly spoke, "These bandages may just be able to avoid a lot of trouble."

"The informant is a living member of the Sea Mist Fleet," Tirian said casually, with some emotion in his tone. "He said he would never set foot on the frosty land again... but his sight never left this city. If you’ve been away before, it’s just a matter of setting foot in it yourself.”

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

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