After completing the disguise and preparation, Duncan turned his attention to the bustling city area with bright lights.

Fanna judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: "It is curfew time now. There will be guards patrolling the roads in the city, but in some places on the outskirts, the patrol strength will be relatively weak - even in a developed place like Plande, the guards in the lower city cannot take care of every corner. Generally speaking, the alert standard for the edge city is 'If a supernatural out of control occurs, make sure the nearest team can arrive at the scene within 20 minutes, and try not to spread casualties to nearby blocks.'"

"The Petrel exploded near the city-state, and no one on board survived. This situation cannot be concealed. The Frost authorities should be busy now, but it may be difficult for them to come to any conclusions in a short time," said Morris. "We should give them a warning."

"Oh, that's easy. I'm good at all kinds of reporting, and I can usually make local authorities nervous," Duncan said casually. "But in addition to warning people, we also have to conduct our own investigation. This incident is very strange. I smelled an atmosphere similar to that of Plande back then. What those cultists did... I'm afraid it's not a small matter."

As he spoke, he picked up the map that Tirian had prepared for him.

The content on the map is very detailed, and there are various special annotations. It is obviously not something issued by the city-state. There is no doubt that the informants planted by Tirian in this city-state made a significant contribution to this map.

Duncan quickly found two locations worthy of attention: Fireplace Street on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area closer to the heart of the inner city.

Duncan's eyes fell on the special area marked as the cemetery area, and saw that the entire area was numbered from one to nine, divided into nine cemeteries - they were almost symmetrically distributed around the church area in the center of the city-state, forming a vague ring. It looked... It was really not like the planning method of an ordinary city-state.

Is this also the religious requirement of Bartok, the God of Death?

"Let's go to Fireplace Street first to visit your 'old friend'," Duncan raised his head and glanced at Morris, "Then after the curfew is over, you and Vanna will find a place to stay in the city-state, and Alice and I will go to Cemetery No. 3."

"Cemetery?" Morris asked subconsciously.

"Shouldn't we give the city-state authorities a small warning? We can't just run to the city hall or the cathedral and knock on the door to report it, right?" Duncan smiled, "All we need is a channel to pass the news on, and I happen to know such a channel in Cemetery No. 3."

Fanna at the side spoke subconsciously: "Spreading the news is one thing, but more importantly, it is necessary to draw enough attention..."

Duncan turned his head with a confident smile on his face: "Don't worry, they will take it very seriously."

Under the cold and silent night sky, a white dove flew into the night from the Frost Coast and swooped down towards the lights of the city in the distance.

At the same time, on the Lost Homeland far away in the Frigid Sea, the door of the captain's room was finally opened.

Duncan appeared on the deck.

In the cold night, he moved his hands, feet and shoulders, feeling the wonderful sensation of his consciousness controlling multiple bodies. After the sense of delay gradually faded away, he let out a light breath.

It took him some time to adapt to his new body in Frost. Compared to the stumbling situation when he first tried "multitasking" in Plande, he adapted much faster and more smoothly this time with the extra body.

It only took him a short while to be able to ensure Operation Frost while dealing with matters on the Lost Homeland.

After calming himself down a bit, Duncan asked in his mind, "Where is Tirian?"

The goat-headed man's voice sounded immediately: "He is near the rudder deck. Do we need to call him over?"

"No need, I'm just on my way there." Duncan shook his head and then casually ordered, "Adjust course to Dagger Island, full speed."

"Yes, Captain!"

A creaking sound came from between the taut cables and the masts, and the sound of the huge ship adjusting its course and the waves hitting the sea also broke the tranquility of the night. Tirian, who was standing on the stern deck looking into the distance, was startled by the sudden movement. He looked up in surprise and saw that the dark steering wheel on the high bridge was turning slowly. Against the background of the dim light cast by the Creation of the World, it seemed as if an invisible person was steering the ship.

Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene since he boarded the ship again, he still couldn't help but frown.

Many parts of the Lost Homeland were still the same as in memory, but the ship kept reminding itself in various inadvertent details - it was already a ghost ship baptized by the warp.

Just as he was distracted, Tirian heard a steady and powerful sound of footsteps coming from nearby. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw his father appear on the deck under the night sky.

"Startled by the sudden noise?" Duncan said, half-smiled, seeing Tirian staring at the wheel. "It's Goat-Head who's at the helm."

"I know. I've seen it twice." Tirian came back to his senses, his expression back to normal. "But I'm still a little uncomfortable with it. Although the Sea Mist also has some 'alive' characteristics, your ship's 'activity' is really too high in comparison."

"This brings unexpected convenience," Duncan said casually.

Tirian did not comment, but after observing the ship's sailing posture, he could not help but ask: "The Lost Homeland is accelerating and adjusting its course - what are you going to do?"

"I came here to tell you—we are heading for Dagger Island."

"Dagger Island?" Tirian was startled, then immediately realized, "Something happened there?!"

"A Frostbite military ship exploded and sank on its way back to the main island. It had briefly stopped at Dagger Island and had become a carrier of pollution when it returned," Duncan did not hide it. "Now I suspect the situation on Dagger Island may have gotten out of control, but for unknown reasons, the entire warning system on the island has not responded, and Frostbite has not received any abnormal reports."

"...penetrating pollution, something has silently penetrated the defense system on Dagger Island," Tirian understood instantly, but then he felt unbelievable, "But this... the defense system over there should not be so easy to penetrate..."

"No defense system is foolproof, not to mention that the pollution comes from the deep sea, and it is more likely related to the Lord of the Deep." Duncan shook his head. "The Frost authorities should have been alarmed by the self-explosion of the warship, but I don't have much confidence in them. I still have to go and take a look myself."

"...What about me?" Tirian thought for a moment and vaguely understood what his father meant. "What do you need me to do?"

"I will send Ai to take you back later. You take your team and wait near Frostbite," Duncan thought for a moment and made a decision in his mind, "Be prepared for the worst."

"The worst that can happen?"

"The contaminated ship sank at an unusually fast speed," Duncan said, extracting useful memories and information from his new body, "as if something was dragging it along on the seafloor..."

Tirian's expression gradually changed, and a solemn look slowly appeared in his one eye: "You mean..."

"It has been half a century since the end of the Frost Rebellion. We assume that the 'thing' disturbed by the Abyss Project has never been dormant during this half century, but has been active and even consciously accumulating strength." Duncan looked into the distance, his voice calm as if a storm was brewing. "Tirion, how many ships do you think sank into the sea near Frost in the past half century? How many things might be hidden under that city-state now?"

The deck fell silent.

In the quiet and cold night, the big pirate shivered suddenly.

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A white dove flew into the city, and deep in the deserted streets during curfew, a faint green light flashed.

The night patrol team of guards had just left this place, and the citizens of the city-state would not go out so late at night. No one noticed the fire that suddenly appeared in the shadows of the alley, and no one noticed several strange figures walking out of the shadows.

A slightly old-looking house stands at a corner of Fireplace Street.

Gray exterior walls, dark sloping roofs, black doors, and exterior gas lamps with iron carvings - a typical northern city-state building, and it looks like it has been inhabited recently.

Morris took two steps forward and confirmed the house number next to the gate in the light of the gas lamp.

This was indeed the residence mentioned by Brown Scott in his letter.

"Morris and I will go check out the situation," Duncan, who was wearing a long black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, turned around and said to Vanna and Alice beside him. His voice sounded low and muffled from under the thick bandages. "You guys wait nearby - just don't alert the night watchmen."

It doesn't take too many people to check the situation in a house, and if the "Brown Scott" is really in the house and has a certain ability to communicate, then bringing too many people may cause unexpected trouble - after all, Duncan is not here to kill everyone today, he is here to gather intelligence.