Chapter 329: Sailing to Dagger Island
Chapter 329 Sailing to Dagger Island
With his camouflage and preparations in place, Duncan set his sights on the brightly lit, bustling city center.
Vanna judged the current situation in the city based on her own experience: “It’s curfew time, the roads in the city will be patrolled by guardsmen, but in some places on the edge, the patrols will be relatively weak – even in places as developed as Prendergast, the guardsmen in the lower city can’t take care of all the corners, and as a general rule, the standard of vigilance for the fringe urban areas is ‘if a transcendent goes out of control, make sure that the nearest squad can arrive at the scene within twenty minutes, and that casualties try not to spread to neighboring neighborhoods’.”
“The explosion of the Petrel offshore of the city-state with no survivors on board can’t be hidden from anyone, and the Frost authorities should have their hands full by now, but I’m afraid they’ll have a hard time investigating to any conclusions for a while,” said Maurice, who was on the sidelines, “They should be given a warning. ”
“Oh that’s easy, I’m good at all forms of tip-offs and am usually pretty good at getting the local authorities on edge,” Duncan said casually, “but as well as flagging up the police, our own investigation will have to be carried out as well – this Things are weird, I smell some similar vibes in it to what was going on in Prand at the time, and I’m afraid those cultists are up to something …… not small.”
While saying that, he picked up the map that Tirian had prepared for himself.
The content on the map was exhaustive, and there were various special markings, it was obviously not something issued by the city-state’s folk – there was no doubt that the informant Tirian had planted in this city-state had contributed quite a bit to this map.
Duncan quickly found two locations of interest: the fireplace street on the edge of the inner city, and the cemetery area, which was positioned much closer to the inner city’s hinterland.
Duncan’s gaze fell upon the particular section labeled Cemetery District, and saw that the entire area was numbered numerically, from one to nine, and divided into nine cemeteries – they were almost symmetrically spread out around the church district in the center of the city-state, forming a vague ring that looked… …really didn’t look like the way an unusual city-state was planned.
Was this also a demand of the faith of Bartok, the God of Death?
“We’ll head to Fireplace Street first, to pay a visit to that ‘old friend’ of yours,” Duncan lifted his head and glanced at Maurice, “Afterwards, when the curfew is over, you and Vanna will find a place to stay within the city-state, and Alice and I will make a trip to the Third Cemetery for a trip.”
“Cemetery?” Morris subconsciously let out a question.
“Isn’t it to give some small sign of warning to the city-state authorities? Can’t just run to the town hall or cathedral and knock on the door to report it, can we?” Duncan smiled, “It’s just a matter of having a channel to get the word across, and I happen to know just such a channel at Cemetery Three.”
Vanna on the side subconsciously spoke up, “Getting the word across is one thing, what’s more important is getting enough attention ……”
Duncan turned his head, 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, swooping down to the lights in the distant city center.
And at the same time, far away on the Lost Country ship in the Cold Frost Sea, the door to the captain’s room finally opened.
Duncan’s figure appeared on the deck.
Under the clear cold night, he moved his arms, legs and shoulders, feeling the marvelous sensation of his consciousness manipulating plural bodies separately, and waited until that sense of delay faded away before he exhaled gently.
He had just spent some time adapting to his new body in Frost – compared to the stuttering situation he had experienced when he had first tried “multi-tasking” in Pland, this time, with the addition of a new body, he adapted to it much more quickly and smoothly.
After only a short while, he was able to take care of things on the Lost Country while making sure Frost was on the move.
Settling down slightly, Duncan asked in his head, “Where is Tirian?”
Goathead’s voice immediately sounded, “He’s near the aft helm deck, do we need to call him in?”
“No need, I’ll be there just in time,” Duncan shook his head, then casually ordered, “Course adjusted to Dagger Island, full speed.”
“Aye, Captain!”
The creaking sound rang out from the taut cables and masts, and the sound of the waves crashing against the massive hull as it adjusted its course broke the peace of the night. Tirian, who was standing on the aft deck looking into the distance, was startled by the sudden movement, and looked up in surprise to see the blackened rudder wheel turning slowly on the high bridge, and against the shimmering backdrop of the Worldwound, it looked as if an invisible man was at the helm. was at the helm there.
Even though this was not the first time he had seen such a sight after traveling on this ship again, he still could not help but frown.
Much of the Lost Country was indeed still as he remembered it, but the ship was a constant reminder in all sorts of unintentional details – it was already a ghost ship that had been christened by subspace.
And just as he was so lost in thought, Tirian heard a steady, strong footstep coming from nearby, and he looked around to see his father’s figure appearing on the night deck.
“Startled by the sudden movement?” Duncan said with a wry smile at the sight of Tirion staring at the helm wheel just moments before, “It’s Goathead at the helm.” “I know, seen it twice now,” Tirian looked back, his expression already back to normal, “It’s just still a bit disconcerting – although the Sea Mist has some of the same ‘living ‘ properties, your ship’s ‘activity’ is just too much in comparison.”
“It brings unexpected conveniences.” Duncan said casually.
Tirian was noncommittal, but just couldn’t help but ask after observing the ship’s sailing attitude, “The Lost Country is accelerating as well as adjusting its course – what are you doing?”
“I came to tell you – we’re heading for Dagger Island.”
“Dagger Island?” Tirian was stunned and immediately reacted, “Something has happened there?!”
“A Frost military vessel blew itself up and sank on its way back to the home island – it briefly stopped by Dagger Island and had become a contamination carrier by the time it returned,” Duncan didn’t hold back, “Now I suspect that the Dagger Island The situation may have gotten out of hand, but for unknown reasons none of the island’s entire alert system has responded, and there have been no reports of any anomalies on the side of Frost’s home island.”
“…… Infestation contamination, something has silently penetrated the defense system on Dagger Island,” Tirian understood instantly, but was immediately followed by disbelief at the feeling, “But this …… defenses over there shouldn’t be so easily penetrated ……”
“No defense system is foolproof, not to mention that the contamination came from the deep sea, and is more than likely related to the Profound Sacred Lord,” Duncan shook his head, “The Frost Authorities should have already been alarmed by that warship’s self-explosion, but I don’t have a great deal of confidence in them, so I’ll still have to go over there and take a look for myself. ”
“…… What about me?” Tirian thought for a moment, vaguely understanding what his father meant, “What do you need me to do?”
“I’ll send Aye to send you back afterward, take your party and stand by near the Frost,” Duncan thought for a moment, his mind already made up, “Prepare for the worst.”
“Worst case scenario?”
“The contaminated warship sank, unusually fast,” Duncan said as he extracted useful memories and information from the shell he had newly occupied, “It’s like something at the bottom of the ocean is dragging it down… …”
Tirion’s expression gradually changed, a layer of gravity slowly surfacing in his one eye, “What you mean is ……”
“It has been half a century since the end of the Frost Rebellion, and the ‘thing’ we assume the Subterranean Project has alarmed has never actually been dormant in that half century, but has been active, even consciously building up its strength,” Duncan’s gaze looked into the distance, his voice calmly as if a storm was brewing, “Tirion, just how many ships do you think have sunk into the sea near Frost in this half century, and how much might be hiding under that city-state …… right now?”
Silence fell on the deck.
The big pirate suddenly shivered in the still, cold night.
……
A white dove flew into the city, and a ghostly green firelight flickered in the depths of the cold, empty streets under the curfew hours.
The squad of guardians patrolling the night had just left here, and the citizens of the city-state would not go out in this late night, so no one noticed the firelight that suddenly appeared in the shadows of the alleys, and no one noticed a few unfamiliar figures stepping out of the shadows.
A slightly old-looking house stood at the corner of Fireplace Street.
Gray exterior walls, dark-colored pitched roofs, black doors, exterior gas lamps with iron carving decorations-a typical northern city-state building, and it looked like it had been inhabited recently.
Maurice took two steps forward and confirmed the door number next to the gate by the light of the gas lamp.
This was indeed the residence Brown Scott had mentioned in his letter.
“Maurice and I will go and see what’s going on,” Duncan, dressed in a long, pitch-black trenchcoat and a wide-brimmed bowler hat, said, turning back to Vanna and Alice beside him, his voice low and muffled from under the thick bandages, “and you wait around- -just don’t alert the guardsmen on their nightly rounds.”
It didn’t take too many people to check out a house, and if the “Brown Scott” was actually in the house and had some ability to communicate, then bringing too many people could lead to unforeseen problems – after all, Duncan hadn’t come here to kill people today! After all, Duncan didn’t come here to kill people today, he came here to find out information.
(Push book time, this time is from Yao Ru Bing’s “Please don’t come back to me! , a light novel, a tender seedling, a groupie’s work, milked for heavenly sacrifice.)
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