Chapter 449: “Fishing for people”

Chapter 449 “Fishing for People”

The room of the Sheriff’s Administration was warm and brightly lit, and although it was in the midst of today’s chaotic situation, the place was kept in a well-organized manner – and tea and coffee were served.

“Name?”

“Lawrence Creed.”

“Occupation?”

“Captain, of the White Oak.”

“Guild affiliation?”

“The Explorers Guild, I have the full set of credentials for a senior explorer, including certificates in history, the occult, and nautical related fields, in addition to …… er, no more.”

“Your reason for coming to Frost?”

Lawrence raised his head, looked at the bright electric lights above, and thought for a few seconds, “Actually, at first I came here to make a delivery …… your City State Cathedral ordered.”

The young recorder sitting across the table scribbled on a piece of paper, swishing a few strokes before looking up with a friendly but hardly nervous smile on his face, “Okay, I’ve got it down. Don’t mind me, I’m just taking notes as a matter of routine, after all, when you come here, you have to leave some records. Frosty thanks you for stepping up to the plate – need another sugar cube?”

“Ah, no thanks.” Lawrence waved his hand a little awkwardly and lifted his coffee cup to take a sip, but since he could neither taste nor feel the cold or warmth because he was still in a ghostly state, he had to put the cup down again and craned his head to look behind himself.

Sailors burning with ghostly flames sat in a row on the lounge chairs in the back half of the room, and this group of rude guys had already almost eaten and drunk all the tea and snacks prepared in other people’s offices – they didn’t mind that their sense of taste was not working in the spirit state, but they were completely in line with the mentality of “we can’t afford to lose money after a trip here! They were all in the mindset of “we can’t go back after a trip here” and they were having a great time here.

They didn’t have the slightest sense of nervousness after being “invited” into the security bureau for disturbing the peace – of course, this was normal, after all, their group was indeed “invited” in by the security officials with great politeness, and even a little bit of nervousness and awe. After all, they were indeed “invited” by the magistrates very politely, and even with some nervous awe.

Thinking about this, Lawrence couldn’t help but feel a wave of embarrassment rise to the surface of his heart, but because his face was covered with flames, the onlookers probably couldn’t see his expression.

“I heard that you guys started out assisting the gatekeepers in the church district, so why have you been wandering around uptown since then? And also …… causing so much commotion?”

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

“It was some …… small accident,” Lawrence said with a hint of shame in his tone, trying to weigh how to explain the complex situation at hand – how should I explain it? How should I explain it? Should I just say that I still had too much energy after leading a group of sailors to make a big mess, so I planned to stroll around the city, ready to buy some souvenirs back to Prand, and then because of the uncontrollable flame of the specter, the flame that had been restrained with difficulty “flared up” when the sun came up again without knowing how it happened?

That’s literally “lit up” – right in the middle of a crossroads, in public.

The unusual 077, who was wrapped in a robe and well hidden in the ranks, was so startled that he scurried right through the sailors and onto the sidewalk.

The result was a five-minute attraction of a three-block force of magistrates, with men, women and children running uptown to report it.

Lawrence thought for half a day, felt that these realities are really difficult to say, mainly because if you just say anything, you can’t be suspected of “tarnishing the reputation of the Lost Country Fleet” – although the Lost Country Fleet doesn’t seem to have a good reputation in the earthly world, but at least it can’t be this kind of reputation. reputation.

So he could only smile awkwardly once again, casually: “We are very curious about this city, and for a moment we neglected to conceal our whereabouts. ……”

The crackling sound of flames bursting suddenly rang out, Lawrence casually patted the green flames on his arm, and checked the armrests of the seat to see if they had been scorched by the Spirit Fire, confirming that they were fine before raising his head and continuing to look at the young man across from him with a sincere face and a smile on his face.

“…… Can you extinguish this terrible flame for the time being?”

“I’m working on it – though perhaps the effort isn’t very visible.”

“…… Thank you for your cooperation, you may wait here for a moment while I ask your …… minions a few more questions.”

The young recorder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried to maintain a calm and friendly expression, and then took a deep breath before turning his head to look at the other figure next to the table – a guy who was also waiting for the “routine”, and who looked rather suspicious no matter how he looked at it. He was also waiting for the “routine”, which was rather suspicious no matter how you look at it.

Dressed in a sailor’s smock from the olden days, with a sailor’s cap that didn’t quite fit on his head, his body was shriveled up with a ghastly appearance.

Noticing that the eyes fell on him, the corpse immediately lifted his head, and a tragic smile appeared on his face: “Questioning? This I understand, ask ask ask.”

“Eh …… well,” the recorder wiped another cold sweat from his forehead, while cursing in his mind the supervisor who arranged for him to be on duty here today, envying his colleagues who could go patrolling the streets, while trying to make his tone seem calmer, “Eh …… well,” the recorder wiped another cold sweat from his forehead, while trying to make his tone seem calmer, “Eh …… well,” he said. “Name?”

“‘Sailor’, that’s what I’m called.” The dryad replied immediately.

“Water …… er, well, occupation?”

“Abnormal.”

The recorder looked up in bewilderment, “Huh?”

“Anomaly,” the dryad said honestly, pointing to his own shriveled head, “Or to elaborate, anomaly 077.”

The recorder seemed to melt into a statue, and a few seconds passed before a clearly audible “gulp” reached Lawrence’s ears. “Ahem, this has a very complicated reason,” Lawrence coughed twice, his voice finally made the recorder, who was almost in a blank mind, wake up suddenly, “Don’t worry, when the head of the church on your side comes, I’ll find a way to explain and register it clearly.”

Listening to the old captain’s words, the recorder, however, seemed to still be in a daze, the expression on his face changed rapidly several times before he opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but before he had the chance to open his mouth, a whirlwind wrapped in pale smoke suddenly blew up in the office-

The gray wind swirled, and a blind Goddess Officer in a long black dress stepped out from the wind, and a slightly ethereal and husky female voice followed, “I’ve arrived.”

The recorder, whose nerves were almost stretched to the limit, and whose sanity was even beginning to falter, seemed to have grabbed a lifeline, and practically “bounced” out of his chair: “Ah, Ms. Agatha! You’re finally here! The situation over here is a bit ……”

“I know, the situation is complicated, that’s why I came to deal with it personally,” Agatha waved her hand without waiting for the unlucky recorder to finish speaking, and then turned to Lawrence, her pale lips slightly curled up, but there was something odd in her tone, “I thought that you guys had left a long time ago.”

“I was going to leave ……,” Lawrence laughed dryly, but inwardly the tense nerves still could not help but relax a few points – in any case, he and the “gatekeeper” in front of him “Gatekeeper” Miss also had the experience of fighting side by side, although the whole process is full of confusion, weird, evil and countless unexpected situations, but at least one thing is very certain: we are all “the same person”.

On the other side of the Agatha seems to be relieved, she waved her hand to the next recorder, signaling that the other party can leave, the young man was immediately like an amnesty, flew out of this office with a very low human content.

Then Agatha sighed again, as if with a strong helplessness and exhaustion, after signaling Captain Lawrence and his party to be at ease, she then concentrated her spirit and said in her head: ”Already found them, all of them are on the side of the Sheriff’s Department …… situation? The situation is very good, and the appetite seems to be very good …… Yes, I understand, and will do a good job afterward …… Don’t worry about it, in itself they didn’t cause much trouble, just a slight panic among the public, you know, everyone’s nerves are quite tense right now ……

“There’s also something else to report, there’s a runaway anomaly …… Yes, runaway anomaly, number 077, named ‘Sailor’, and this dryad is operating with them… …

“Send them to you? I see, it’s to Oak Street …… Ah, yes, understood.”

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

Despite the black cloth covering her eyes, it was as if a gaze with substance pierced through the thick cloth, causing the old captain to feel a little pressure.

The latter vaguely reacted: “You were talking to ‘him’?”

“Yes, and he had orders,” Agatha nodded, her expression turning serious, “He told you to meet him.”

“Go see him?” Lawrence’s heart jumped, his tone then couldn’t help but take on a hint of nervousness, “What do you mean ……”

“The Lost Country, currently stays in the Frost Outer Sea, the general location Captain Tirian will tell you – the Sea Mist and your White Oak are docked in a harbor right now, you’ll be able to see it when you get to the docks,” Agatha said lightly. “Go out to sea and find him, don’t worry about missing him, your ship will know what to do when you get close enough, just let it sail itself.”

Lawrence subconsciously gulped and looked to the sailors he had brought with him, who had also stood up, a palpable nervousness in every line of sight.

He twisted his head to look beside him again and saw the abnormal 077, who had already prostrated himself and was crawling bit by bit towards the door.

Several sailors swarmed over him and dragged him back despite the dryad’s violent struggles.

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

“Did he …… say what he was looking for us for?”

“No, but he said it was just a friendly invitation, and that you should not be overly nervous ……”

Her words just fell, before Lawrence had time to open his mouth, the abnormal 077 next to him scurried and ghosted under the control of several sailors, “Me! DON’T! Believe!!!”

“Shut him up,” Lawrence shouted with a twist of his head, followed by a few hard, deep breaths in an effort to regain his composure before nodding gently to Agatha, “I understand, I’ll be forward for the appointment.”

“Relax, you guys really don’t need to be nervous,” Agatha smiled at the sight, “In fact …… he really is an existence that is more calm and friendly than anyone could have imagined.”

“I know,” Lawrence smiled bitterly and spread his hands, “but nerves aren’t something that can be eliminated that easily, and that’s probably only going to change once we get to our appointment and actually meet ‘him’. ”

“Anyway, I wish you all the best,” Agatha nodded slightly, followed by a casual question, “Anything else? Although Frost is in a bad place right now, I’ll try to help out wherever I can.”

Upon hearing this, Lawrence really did show a thoughtful expression, followed by reaching into his arms and digging around.

A few moments later, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom that appeared somewhat illusory and transparent due to the burning of the spiritual body flames, and handed it to Agatha.

“What is this?”

“It’s the cargo list-the goods ordered by your cathedral, all delivered to the harbor,” Lawrence said, a hint of hesitation taking over his tone, “This order . . can it still be settled?”

Agatha froze instantly.

The gatekeeper of the Frost City State, the temporary Archbishop, the “messenger” of the Fire Usurper, the resolute and intelligent Lady Agatha – she really didn’t expect this scene.

After more than ten seconds of silence, the “blind nun” finally nodded her head, as if speaking through clenched teeth, “…… Knot.”

(End of chapter)