Coming out from the flaming door were Alice in disguise, Vanna in ordinary clothes, and Maurice in a dark grey coat and carrying a cane.

Duncan needs Morris's 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 establish contact with the local church if possible. He needs Alice...

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

The dark green spirit flame quickly dissipated in the air, and Ai turned into a white dove again and landed on a nearby tree branch. Morris tightened his thick coat in the frosty cold wind and looked up at the brightly lit city nearby. Alice looked around curiously, and Vanna had already noticed the burly figure standing in the dark.

A terrifying body, its posture of returning from the fire does not look like it can still be alive and standing here, but this body is standing so steadily in the darkness, looking at this side with calm eyes, and the remaining pieces of clothing on the body show its former identity.

An inexplicable "connection" emerged in Fanna's mind. She was in a trance for a moment, and then she was sure that the figure she met for the first time was the captain.

"Mr. Duncan," she came in front of Duncan and couldn't help but look him up and down. Although she knew that the captain used the "avatar" he occupied when he moved around in the city-state, she couldn't help but frown when she saw the state of this avatar, "Your body..."

"It's actually in pretty good condition - it just looks a little scary," Duncan said in a low voice. "It's all about luck to find an avatar that's in good condition and 'fits' well enough. This body is better than the 'sacrifice' you saw in the sewer."

Vanna immediately recalled some not-so-nice things. The corners of her eyes seemed to twitch, and she said in a low voice: "...I don't really want to recall it."

Duncan smiled, looked up at Alice who was still looking around, and waved: "Stop looking around, come and help me - do you have everything with you?"

Alice came back to her senses and quickly ran to Duncan, holding up the small box in her hand: "I have it with me! Clothes and bandages... Wow! Captain, your face is so dark..."

Duncan ignored the puppet's fuss and casually took the suitcase from it. After opening it, he examined the contents: a long black trench coat suitable for concealing body details, a wide stand-up collar that could cover the face and neck when erected, a black wide-brimmed hat, gloves, shoes, some bandages, some cash and a neatly folded city-state map.

Duncan raised his eyebrows—the stuff was more comprehensive than he had imagined.

In order to adapt to this new body, he focused most of his consciousness here and did not pay much attention to the situation on the ship. When he asked Goat Head to convey a message to Alice, he only told her to prepare clothes and bandages. As for other things including cash... it seemed that Alice's brain was not something she could think of on her own initiative.

"Mr. Tirian helped prepare this," Alice explained 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 - oh, by the way, he also asked me to tell you that the map is the latest one, and the red marks on it are the secret contact points of the Sea Fog Fleet, and there are some lines... lines and so on..."

"The informant is a living member of the outer perimeter of the Sea Mist Fleet," Duncan said casually, with some emotion in his tone, "He said he would never set foot on the land of Frost again...but his eyes have never left this city. He is just one step away from setting foot there in person."

"Oh, yes, informant," Alice nodded repeatedly, and then asked while looking at the things in the box, "Are these things useful?"

Duncan nodded slightly. "They can all be used. Tirian really put a lot of effort into it."

As he spoke, he had already picked up the bandages and handed them to Vanna beside him: "Help - you know how to do it, right?"

When Vanna saw what was in the box, she immediately thought of Duncan's intention. She took the bandage, but before wrapping it around the captain, she asked with some concern, "Is this really okay? I think it's still a little too conspicuous..."

"Just block them. I don't plan to settle down in Frost with this appearance," Duncan said while coordinating with Vanna's actions. "Just don't attract the sheriff when walking on the street. If you encounter a situation where it is really inconvenient to move, I will need your and Morris' help."

"Okay." Vanna nodded, and at the same time began to skillfully wrap the bandage around Duncan's body. Her movements were skillful, and it was obvious that she had done something similar more than once.

On the front lines of the fight against heresy, tending to wounds is as common and necessary as breathing.

Alice watched Vanna busying herself and seemed eager to try: "Can I help?"

Duncan tilted his head slightly to glance at the 1.6-meter-tall puppet, then looked at Vanna, who was 1.9 meters tall in front of him.

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

"Forget it, your head will fall off again if you raise your head," he rejected the puppet, but at the same time he warned him worriedly, "Don't forget that this is a city-state, and a Frost City-state. Pay attention to your disguise. Don't let your wig and head fall off, and don't take off the veil on your face. Remember? Your face here will easily scare middle-aged and elderly people over fifty years old."

Alice immediately agreed: "Remember!"

Duncan nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on Vanna again.

To carry out operations in the unfamiliar Frost, she certainly could not wear the eye-catching outfit of armor and giant sword anymore. In order to move around in the city more conveniently, she has now changed into casual clothes.

He was wearing a women's grey trench coat with a waist, black leather boots and trousers. His long grey hair was still casually draped behind his head. He still looked as heroic as usual, but without the armor and the giant sword, his posture seemed a little softer.

But after all, she is 1.9 meters tall, and although the way she dresses may not attract questioning, it is still unlikely that she can keep a low profile.

While he was thinking, the bandages had already been wrapped around his face and were being wrapped layer by layer around the unrecognizable head.

Eventually his entire face was covered, except for his eyes and a small patch of relatively intact skin near his left eye.

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

Fortunately, this body is quite sturdy, and the size of all the items is almost the same as his original body, so these things fit him well.

Duncan straightened his clothes one last time, carefully buttoning up his trench coat to the last button.

He couldn't see what he looked like now, but he could definitely imagine it.

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

He thought for a moment, then turned to look at the young judge standing quietly at the side: "Fanna, tell the truth..."

Vanna sighed, "The inexperienced sheriffs and guards will probably stop you for questioning the first time."

Duncan was silent for a moment: "...What about those with more experience?"

"They'll call for backup."

Duncan: “…”

"Well, it's not that serious," Vanna suddenly smiled and shook her head. "The above situation is only limited to the core urban areas with a high security level - there are sufficient garrisons there. If it is an ordinary urban area, you should not encounter any trouble. This is my judgment based on the situation in Plande, but it should be similar in Frost. The only thing you need to worry about is probably your bandages..."

"Bandages should be a better disguise," Vanna said before Morris beside her suddenly said, "These bandages may just be able to avoid a lot of trouble."

Duncan glanced over: "Hmm?"

"Frost's main belief is the God of Death. Customs and symbols related to death are its characteristics. Devout believers will 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. "At most, you may be regarded as a believer of death with unusual behavior."

Listening to the old man's introduction, Vanna couldn't help but blinked: "These details... I have never known them. I only know the doctrines and related taboos of the other three churches."

Morris laughed. “It’s hard to understand the specific customs and habits of each city-state without research.”

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

Morris was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Yes - Brown Scott is a very good folklorist. He has traveled throughout his life in many city-states in the central and northern regions, especially Frostbite and Cold Harbor. He has written me many letters introducing the peculiar customs and beliefs here."