The room of the Public Security Administration was warm and brightly lit. Despite the current chaotic situation, it still maintained an orderly appearance - and tea and coffee were provided.

"Name?"

"Lawrence Creed."

"Profession?"

"Captain, Captain of the White Oak."

"Guild?"

"Explorers' Association. I have all the qualifications of a senior explorer, including certificates in history, mysticism, and navigation-related fields. In addition... uh, that's it."

"Why did you come to Frostbite?"

Lawrence raised his head, looked at the bright lights above, and thought for a few seconds: "Actually, I came here to deliver the goods... the goods ordered by your city-state cathedral."

The young recorder sitting across the table was writing on a piece of paper. After a few strokes, he looked up with a friendly but nervous smile on his face: "Okay, I'll write it down. Don't mind, it's just a routine record. After all, when you come here, you have to leave some records. Han Shuang thanks you for your help - do you need another sugar cube?"

"Ah, no thanks." Lawrence waved his hand awkwardly, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, but because he was still in ghost state, he could neither taste the flavor nor feel whether it was hot or cold, so he had to put the cup down again and turned his head to look behind him.

The sailors, their bodies burning with ghost flames, sat in a row on the lounge chairs in the back half of the room. These rude guys had almost finished up the tea and snacks prepared in the office - they didn't mind the loss of taste in their spirit state, and they just feasted here with the mentality of "I came here and can't go back at a loss".

They did not feel the slightest bit of nervousness as they should after being "invited" into the police station for disturbing public order - this was normal, of course, since they were indeed "invited" in by the sheriffs in a very polite, even somewhat nervous and reverent manner.

Thinking of this, Lawrence couldn't help but feel embarrassed again, but because his face was covered in flames, others probably couldn't see his expression.

"I heard that you were initially assisting the gatekeepers in the Cathedral District. Why have you been wandering around the Upper City since then? And... causing such a big commotion?"

The young recorder in charge of registration across the table asked curiously and cautiously.

"These are some...small accidents," Lawrence said with a hint of shame, trying to figure out how to explain the complicated situation. How should he explain it? Should he just say that he still had too much energy after leading a group of sailors to make a scene, so he planned to walk around the city and buy some local specialties to take back to Plunder, but because the ghost fire was difficult to control, the flames that had been finally suppressed "ignited" again when the sun rose?

That was literally "burning up" - walking on the crossroads, burning up in public.

The Abnormal 077, who was wrapped in a robe and hiding in the team, was frightened by this and jumped directly from among the sailors to the sidewalk.

The result was that within five minutes, sheriff's teams from three streets were attracted, and men, women and children from the upper city rushed to report.

Lawrence thought for a long time and felt that it was really difficult to speak out the truth, mainly because if he said anything carelessly, he might be suspected of "ruining the reputation of the Lost Home Fleet" - although the Lost Home Fleet did not seem to have a good reputation in the world, it at least could not be this kind of reputation.

So he could only smile awkwardly again and said perfunctorily: "We were very curious about this city and for a moment neglected to cover our whereabouts..."

There was a sudden crackling sound of flames. Lawrence patted the green flame on his arm and checked whether the armrest of the seat was burnt by the spiritual fire. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his head and continued to look at the young man opposite sincerely with a smile on his face.

"...Can you temporarily put out this terrible flame?"

"I'm trying - even if it's not obvious."

"...Thank you for your cooperation. You can wait here for a while. I still have a few questions for your...subordinates."

The young recorder wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to maintain a calm and friendly expression. He then took a deep breath and turned to look at another figure beside the table - a guy who was also waiting for "routine work" and looked quite suspicious no matter how he looked at him.

He was wearing an old-fashioned sailor's smock and a sailor's hat that didn't fit him well. He looked like a shriveled, horrible-looking mummy.

Noticing the gaze on him, the mummy immediately raised his head with a cruel smile on his face: "Questioning? I understand this, go ahead and ask."

"Um... OK," the recorder wiped the sweat off his forehead, cursing his boss who had arranged for him to be on duty today, envying his colleagues who could patrol the streets, and trying to make his tone sound calmer. "Name?"

"'Sailor', that's what I call you," the mummy replied immediately.

"Water... um, okay, occupation?"

"abnormal."

The recorder looked up blankly: "Huh?"

"Anomaly," the mummy said honestly, pointing to his shrunken head, "or to be more specific, Anomaly 077."

The recorder seemed to have turned into a sculpture. After a few seconds, a clearly audible "gulp" sound of swallowing saliva reached Lawrence's ears.

"Ahem, there are very complicated reasons for this," Lawrence coughed twice. His voice finally woke the recorder who was almost in a blank mind. "Don't worry, when the person in charge of your church comes, I will find a way to explain and record it clearly."

Listening to the old captain's words, the recorder seemed to be still at a loss. His expression changed rapidly several times before he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But before he could open his mouth, a whirlwind carrying pale smoke and dust suddenly blew up in the office -

The gray wind swirled, and a blind priestess in a black dress walked out of the wind. A slightly ethereal and hoarse female voice came: "I'm here."

The recorder, whose nerves were almost stretched to the limit and whose sanity was beginning to waver, suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and almost "jumped" up from his chair: "Ah, Ms. Agatha! You're finally here! The situation here is a little..."

"I know. The situation is complicated, so I'll handle it myself." Agatha waved her hand before the unfortunate recorder finished speaking. Then she turned to Lawrence, her pale lips slightly raised, but there was something strange in her tone. "I thought you had left a long time ago."

"I originally wanted to leave..." Lawrence laughed dryly, but his tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little - after all, he and the "gatekeeper" lady in front of him had fought side by side before, and although the whole process was full of chaos, weirdness, evil and countless unexpected situations, at least one thing was certain: everyone was "the same person."

Agatha on the opposite side seemed to be relieved as well. She waved to the recorder next to her, indicating that he could leave. The young man immediately felt as if he had been pardoned and fled out of this sparsely populated office like a flash.

Then Agatha sighed again, as if with deep helplessness and fatigue, and signaled Captain Lawrence and his party to stay calm. Then she concentrated her mind and said, "We have found them. They are all at the Public Security Bureau... Situation? The situation is very good, and their appetites seem to be very good... Yes, I understand, and we will do a good job of the aftermath... Don't worry, they didn't cause much trouble. It's just that some citizens panicked. You know, everyone's nerves are very tense now...

"There is another thing I need to report to you. There is an out-of-control anomaly... Yes, an out-of-control anomaly, number 077, named 'Sailor', and this mummy is acting with them...

"Let them come to you? I see, to Oak Street. . . . Ah, yes, I see."

After a long time, Agatha finally breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head to "look" at Captain Lawrence.

Although his eyes were covered with black cloth, it seemed as if a real gaze penetrated the thick cloth, making the old captain feel a little pressured.

The latter vaguely reacted: "Were you talking to 'him' just now?"

"Yes, and he has orders," Agatha nodded, her expression becoming serious, "He asked you to go see him."

"Go see him?" Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, and his tone became a little nervous. "You mean..."

"The Lost Homeland is currently in the Frost Sea. Captain Tirian will tell you the approximate location. The Sea Mist and your White Oak are now docked in the same port. You will be able to see them when you get to the dock," Agatha said calmly. "Go to the sea to find him. Don't worry about missing him. When you get close, your ship will know what to do. Just let it sail on its own."

Lawrence swallowed subconsciously and looked at the sailors he brought with him. The latter also stood up one after another, and there was obvious nervousness in every look.

He turned his head and looked to his side, and saw Abnormal 077 lying on the ground, crawling towards the door bit by bit.

Several sailors rushed forward and dragged the mummy back despite his violent struggles.

Lawrence slowly withdrew his gaze from the chaos and looked at Agatha in front of him nervously.

"Did he... tell us what he wanted to do with us?"

"No, but he said it was just a friendly invitation so you wouldn't get too nervous..."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Lawrence could even open his mouth, the Anomaly 077 next to him jumped and screamed under the control of several sailors: "I! Don't! Believe it!!"

"Tell him to shut up," Lawrence turned his head and shouted, then took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and then nodded to Agatha, "I understand, I will go to the appointment."

"Relax, you really don't need to be nervous." Agatha laughed at this. "In fact... he is really a more peaceful and friendly person than anyone imagined."

"I know," Lawrence smiled bitterly and spread his hands, "but nervousness is not something that can be easily eliminated. This can probably only change after we go to the appointment and actually meet 'him'."

"Anyway, I wish you all the best," Agatha nodded slightly, and then asked casually, "Is there anything else? Although Frost is in a bad situation now, I will try my best to help as long as I can."

When Lawrence heard this, he actually showed a thoughtful expression, and then he reached into his arms and started groping.

After a moment, he took out a piece of paper from his arms that looked somewhat illusory and transparent due to the burning of the spiritual flame, and handed it to Agatha.

"What's this?"

"This is the cargo list. The goods ordered by your cathedral have all been delivered to the port," Lawrence said, with a hint of hesitation in his tone. "Can this order... still be settled?"

Agatha was stunned for a moment.

The gatekeeper of the Frost City-State, the temporary archbishop, the "messenger" of the Fire Usurper, the resolute and intelligent Ms. Agatha - I really didn't expect this scene.

After more than ten seconds of silence, the "blind nun" finally nodded and spoke as if she was gritting her teeth: "...knot."