Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Chapter 448 “Saving Someone Chapter 447: Chapter 448 “Saving Someone The room in the Public Security Bureau was warm and brightly lit, and despite the current chaotic situation, it still maintained a well-ordered appearance–with tea and coffee available.

“Name?”

“Lawrence Creed.”

“Occupation?”

“Captain, captain of the White Oak.”

“Affiliated guild?”

“Explorers' Association. I have a full suite of qualifications as a senior explorer, including credentials in history, mysticism, and nautical sciences… uh, that's all.”

“Your reason for coming to Frost?”

Lawrence looked up at the glaring electric light above him and thought for a few seconds, “Actually, I was here to deliver goods… the goods ordered by your City-State's cathedral.”

The young recorder sitting across the table scribbled something on his paper and then looked up with a friendly yet nervously concealed smile, “Alright, I've noted that down. Don't mind me, just recording this as a routine procedure. After all, a visit here should be recorded. Frost appreciates your assistance–would you like another sugar cube?”

“Ah, no thank you,” Lawrence waved his hand awkwardly, sipped his coffee which he could neither taste nor feel the temperature due to his ghostly state, and then set the cup down, turning to glance behind him.

His crew, engulfed in phantom flames, were lined up on the lounge chairs at the back of the room, these rough men had nearly devoured all the office's provided tea and snacks–not minding their impaired taste buds in their spectral state, eating with the mindset of “can't go back at a loss after coming here.”

They showed no tension that should be there after being “invited” into the Public Security Bureau for causing a commotion–of course, this was normal since they were indeed invited very politely and even somewhat anxiously by the security officers.

With that thought, Lawrence felt an awkwardness surge, but since his face was enveloped in flames, it was hard for others to make out his expression.

“I heard you were initially assisting gatekeepers in the Cathedral District. Why did you then wander around the Upper City District, and also… cause such a commotion?”

The young recorder across the table asked curiously yet cautiously.

“This was a series of… small accidents,” Lawrence said with a hint of shame, struggling to find the right words to explain the complex situation–How should he explain? Should he just say that he and his crew, still energetic after creating a scene, decided to tour the city, intending to buy some local specialties to take back to their homeland, but because the Phantom Flame was difficult to control, the flames that had been carefully concealed somehow “ignited” again at sunrise?

It was literally “ignited”–right at the street corner, in full public view.

The anomaly, wrapped in a long robe and hidden well within the crew, jumped to the sidewalk in shock.

The result was that within five minutes, security officer squads from three streets arrived, and men, women, and children from the Upper City District ran to report them.

After pondering for a long time, Lawrence felt it was hard to speak these truths. Speaking carelessly could potentially involve “tarnishing the reputation of the Exiled Fleet”–although the Exiled Fleet didn't have much of a good reputation in the mortal world, it certainly wasn't this kind of reputation.

So, he could only offer another awkward smile and casually respond, “We were quite curious about this city and temporarily neglected to conceal our tracks…”

Suddenly, the crackling sound of roaring flames erupted. Lawrence casually patted the green flames on his arm, checked the armrest of the chair to see if it had been scorched by the Spiritual Fire, and, finding it unharmed, lifted his gaze again to earnestly look at the young man across from him, smiling slightly.

“…Can you temporarily extinguish this terrible fire?”

“I'm trying–though it might not look very obvious.”

“…Thank you for your cooperation. You can wait here for a moment; I still have a few questions for your… subordinates.”

The young recorder wiped the sweat from his forehead, maintaining a calm and friendly expression, then took a deep breath before turning to another figure sitting beside the table–a similarly suspicious-looking individual waiting for “routine procedures.”

Wearing an old sailor's smock and a sailor's cap that didn't quite fit, the withered and horrifying mummy.

Noticing the gaze on him, the mummy immediately lifted his head, his face revealing a ghastly smile, “Interrogation? I understand, ask away.”

“Uh… alright,” the recorder wiped the sweat off his forehead again, envying the colleagues patrolling the streets while cursing today's duty roster, trying to sound a bit more composed, “Name?”

“'Sailor,' just call me that,” the mummy responded immediately.

“Sail… uh, alright, occupation?”

“Anomaly.”

The recorder looked up confused, “Huh?”

“Anomaly,” the mummy earnestly repeated, pointing to his shriveled head, “or to be more specific, Anomaly 077.”

The scribe seemed to turn into a sculpture, and after a few seconds, a distinct “gulp” sound of swallowing saliva reached Lawrence's ears.

“Cough cough, there are very complicated reasons for this,” Lawrence coughed twice. His voice finally snapped the almost mind-blank scribe back to consciousness, “Don't worry, once the person in charge of your Church arrives, I'll figure out how to explain and register everything clearly.”

Listening to the old captain's words, the scribe still seemed lost, his facial expression changing several times before he could open his mouth to say something. But before he could start speaking, a whirlwind carrying pale dust suddenly swept through the office–
Grey Wind swirled as a blind priestess in a black robe walked out from the wind, a slightly ethereal and hoarse female voice followed, “I have arrived.”

The scribe, whose nerves were already tense to the limit and even his sanity began to falter, seemed to grasp at a lifeline, nearly “popping” out of his chair, “Ah, Lady Agatha! You are finally here! The situation here is somewhat…”

“I know, it's complicated, so I came personally to handle it,” Agatha interrupted the unfortunate scribe with a wave of her hand and then turned to Lawrence. Her pale lips slightly curled, her tone carrying a peculiar note, “I thought you had already left.”

“We were planning to leave…” Lawrence chuckled dryly, but the nerves inside him still relaxed slightly–after all, he had fought alongside this “Gatekeeper” Miss before. While the whole process was filled with chaos, bizarre events, and countless sudden situations, at least one thing was certain: they were all “the same kind of people.”

Agatha seemed to relax a bit too. She motioned to the scribe beside her, indicating he could leave. The young man seemed greatly relieved and sprinted out of this low-capacity office.

Then Agatha sighed heavily, with an air of heavy reluctance and fatigue, telling Captain Lawrence and his crew to calm down before she finally concentrated, speaking in her mind, “I've found them. They are in the Security Bureau… The situation? It's very good, and their appetites seem very good too… Yes, I understand, I'll handle the aftermath… No need to worry, they haven't caused much trouble, just a bit of panic among the citizens, you know, everyone is on edge these days…

“There's another matter to report to you, there's an uncontrollable anomaly… Yes, uncontrollable anomaly, No. 077, named 'Sailor,' this mummified corpse has been acting with them…

“Send them to find you? I see, go to Oak Street… Ah, okay, understood.”

After a long time, Agatha finally let out a sigh of relief, raising her head to “look” toward Captain Lawrence.

Though a black cloth covered her eyes, it seemed as if a substantial gaze penetrated the thick fabric, putting some pressure on the old captain.

The latter vaguely realized, “Were you just speaking with 'him'?”

“Yes, and he has commands,” Agatha nodded, her expression growing serious, “He wants you to go see him.”

“To see him?” Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, his tone inevitably carrying a hint of tension, “You mean…”
“Homeloss is currently off the coast of Frost, Captain Terrian will give you the exact location–Sea Mist and your White Oak are now moored at a port, you'll see them when you get to the dock,” Agatha explained lightly, “Go find him out at sea, don't worry about missing out. Once you approach, your ships will know what to do. Just let them navigate themselves.”

Lawrence swallowed instinctively, looking at the sailors he had brought along. Each of them also stood up, their gazes filled with evident tension.

He then turned to his side, seeing Abnormality 077 already on the floor, inching towards the door.

Several sailors swarmed up, disregarding the mummy's violent struggles, and dragged him back.

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

“Did he… mention what he wants from us?”

“He didn't, but he said it was just a friendly invitation, advising you not to be too nervous…”

Before she could finish speaking, Abnormality 077 under the control of several sailors suddenly wailed and cried out in spurts, “I! Don't! Believe!!”

“Shut him up,” Lawrence turned and shouted before taking several deep breaths, struggling to calm himself down. Then he nodded gently to Agatha, “I understand, I will attend the meeting.”

“Relax, you really don't need to be tense,” Agatha smiled upon seeing this, “Actually… he truly is a more peaceful and friendly entity than anyone imagines.”

“I know,” Lawrence grimaced with a wry smile, spreading his hands, “but nervousness isn't so easy to dispel. It probably won't change until we actually meet 'him' after responding to the invitation.”

“Anyway, I wish you all the best,” Agatha nodded slightly, then casually asked, “Anything else I can help with? Although the conditions in Frost City-State are not great right now, I will try to help as much as I can if it's within my power.”

Upon hearing this, Lawrence indeed showed a thoughtful expression, then reached into his coat pocket.

Moments later, he took out a document, somewhat ethereal and transparent from the Spiritual Flame's burning, and handed it over to Agatha.

“What is this?”

“This is an inventory–goods ordered by your cathedral, all delivered to the port,” said Lawrence, his tone tinged with hesitation, “Can this order… still be settled?”

Agatha was momentarily stunned.

The gatekeeper of Frost City-State, the temporary Archbishop, the messenger of the Usurping Flame, determined and intelligent Miss Agatha–this scene was unexpected.

After about ten seconds of silence, the “blind nun” finally nodded, seemingly gritting her teeth as she spoke, “…Settle.”

Chapter end

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