Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 388 The Sudden Breath

Heretics and freaks executed in the spirit world are now turned into ashes of wreckage in the real dimension, and the severe pollution suffered by the sewage treatment center has been temporarily purified, but for the shadow that hangs over the entire city-state, this is probably only It's just a corner of the curtain.

The guards in black returned to the gatekeeper. Agatha briefly counted and confirmed the status of the subordinates, and then her eyes fell on the slightly bald manager not far away.

"Is his condition confirmed?"

"It has been confirmed that it is indeed a normal human being," a black-clothed guard whispered, "but being severely frightened, the possibility of mental contamination cannot be ruled out—he needs a period of psychological counseling and observation. "

"Leave it to the local church," Agatha nodded lightly, "In addition, inform them that the condition of this sewage treatment center is very bad, and the entire facility needs a thorough purification and inspection after that, after all hidden dangers have been checked. Restart here again."

"Yes, gatekeeper," the subordinate nodded, and then looked up at Agatha worriedly, "You...are you in no trouble?"

Agatha frowned: "Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"You stayed 'over there' longer than usual," the subordinate explained, "Did you find any clues in the vision of the spirit world?"

Agatha was still frowning slightly, with a thoughtful expression on her face. For some reason, she always felt that she seemed to overlook something, but when she thought about it carefully, she found no doubts—it was because she had been in the spirit world for a long time. Sequelae caused by retention?
She shook her head, reached out her hand and took out her usual eye drops from the coat pocket, but put it away after a moment of hesitation.

There was no discomfort in the eyeballs, as if he had used the potion before returning to reality.

"Nothing happened," she said to her subordinates, "it's just that the strange appearance of those heretics took a little longer to 'interrogate'."

It's a pity that nothing came out of the interrogation - those heretics were so stubborn and fanatical that simple death could not even shake their hardened hearts.

But... what did I overlook?

Agatha had vague doubts in her heart again, but she didn't show anything in front of her subordinates.

"Are we going back to the cathedral next?" A black-clothed guard asked next to him.

"Go back to the cathedral," Agatha nodded. "We must immediately organize a search of all the underground facilities in the city. The situation may be more serious than we imagined."

……

The time is approaching dusk, and the edge of the sun is gradually approaching the sea level. The brilliant double rune circle is emitting a magnificent brilliance near the sea. The city-state buildings in the distance are gradually soaked by the setting sun. Melting texture in medium.

Duncan stood in front of the narrow window at the end of the corridor on the second floor. His burly body almost blocked all the light coming in from the window. Through the gap between the bandages, he quietly watched the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, as if he was lost in thought.

The dog's footsteps came from the side, and Duncan knew who was walking without turning his head.

"Have you finished your homework?" He asked casually.

Shirley, who had just opened the door and was about to sneak to the first floor to find snacks in the kitchen, stopped suddenly, and Agou's trembling head appeared in the shadow beside him, and the latter muttered in a low voice: "I'll just say It will definitely be discovered..."

"I... I finished answering the oral arithmetic question card," Shirley ignored Agou's second-guessing behavior, and just looked carefully at Duncan, who was as majestic as an iron tower at the window, "I still have a new word left, but I'm hungry It's..."

Duncan could hear the complete nervousness and grievance in the girl's tone, which made him a little dumbfounded and turned his head to look at Shirley: "Did I say that you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish your homework?"

Shirley shrank her neck, but did not dare to answer.

Duncan sighed, turned around with a smile, and pressed Shirley on the head.

"Don't like studying?" He said helplessly, "You look like you've been bullied."

"I... I feel sleepy when I read a book..." Shirley said nervously, she was still a little uncomfortable talking with Duncan's current body, the bandages and gloomy black clothes seemed to her even more than usual The captain on the Lost Home was a little more intimidating, "I... I'm going back to my room to do my homework!"

Duncan lightly pressed Shirley's shoulder, and the latter's movement of turning back to the house was interrupted instantly.

"Take a break when you're tired," Duncan shook his head, "Don't study out of fear."

Shirley looked at Duncan in disbelief, but then nodded quickly, as if she was afraid that the captain would go back on his word.

After a few more seconds, she looked at Duncan carefully, and couldn't help asking: "Why do you have to let me read and write... I... I don't have to go to college like Nina, and it's impossible for me to be like Mo Mr. Reese is like a scholar..."

It was the first time Duncan heard this question from Shirley, but obviously, this question had been entangled in her head for an unknown amount of time—this girl who never went to school since she was a child, only lived with a deep hound The orphan obviously couldn't understand the captain's intentions.

"Because knowledge is useful." Duncan was silent for a while, and then looked at Shirley seriously and said, "The knowledge that makes you resist and headaches keeps the entire civilized world running—looking at the people driving on the street outside. The cars, the roaring machines in the factory, and the boundless sea outside the city-state, haven’t you ever wondered how those things work? Have you ever wondered what the distant city-state looks like?”

Shirley thought for a while, she seemed to know what the "correct answer" was, but in the end she shook her head hesitantly: "No, I... I always thought that filling my stomach would be enough, I didn't think too much about it."

"But you don't just need to fill your stomach now, Shirley," Duncan bent down and looked into the other person's eyes seriously. "Maybe you don't understand it now, but I want to make your life a little more complete-you missed it. I have learned a lot, but since you are now a member of the Lost Country, those who missed it will definitely be made up for."

Shirley stared blankly at Duncan. In fact, she still didn't quite understand what the captain was talking about, but from the serious and serious tone of the other party, she seemed to be vaguely aware of some... temperature.

This temperature is vaguely familiar.

So she nodded half-understanding, and made a drawn-out voice: "Oh..."

"Very good," Duncan laughed, and slowly straightened up, "Now that you understand, go down and eat something later and continue with your homework, I..."

He stopped suddenly.

Shirley was shrinking her neck and waiting for the next teaching, when she raised her head with some regret: "Ah? What's wrong with you?"

Duncan didn't answer her, but just waved his hands lightly, but his gaze had already turned to the distance—it seemed that he was looking across the corridor, but in the depths of his eyes, it seemed to be reflecting something very far away. A shadow of light.

He blinked, one eye reflected the corridor and roof of this house, but the other eye seemed to see a ship burning with faint green flames, wandering in the mist and shadows.

In the frosty sea, Duncan suddenly raised his head from the chart table in the captain's room of the Lost Home, which was slowly cruising on the vast sea.

His sudden movement caused the goat's head on the edge of the table to react immediately, and the latter turned his neck creakingly: "Ah, Captain, what do you want? Are you ready for dinner? Although there is no man available on board right now, but I'm still willing to serve you meals to the best of my ability. What would you like to eat? We'll start with some Southern cuisine, schnitzel, fried pork chops, fried fish cakes, fried meatballs, baked bird eggs, steamed birds eggs, poached birds eggs, simmered birds. Egg Pickled Bird Eggs Smoked Bird Eggs…”

"Shut up, I didn't raise my head to listen to your report of the dishes," Duncan glared at the noisy goat's head, but with a dignified expression, he raised his head and looked out of the window of the captain's cabin—it was Frost In the direction of the city-state, he said thoughtfully, "White Oak?"

"White Oak?" Goat's head was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, "Ah, you are talking about that steam ship, the one that Alice took before? Why did you suddenly think of it? You want to find that ship A spoil of war? I can provide you with a complete set of recruitment plans——do you plan to replace the sailors on the ship with new ones? The captain should be able to stay..."

"It's nearby," Duncan didn't care what the goat's head was rambling at all, he just slowly stood up from behind the table, frowning slightly as he spoke, carefully perceiving the weak but real connection, "in... ...near Frost?"

"White Oak is near Frost?" Goat's head finally stopped chattering, his tone filled with astonishment, "Impossible... Isn't Frost blocked now? And Tirian's fleet is still blocked on the route, there is a ship Foreign ships are approaching, so it is impossible for him not to report to you?"

"...Things are not quite right, I do feel the White Oak's presence," Duncan said thoughtfully, "but its location...is vague, and seems to be changing..."

He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Frost City, trying to determine where the aura that suddenly became stronger in his perception was located.

The breath of the White Oak appeared suddenly, and became stronger in a short period of time, as if a flame suddenly lit up in the darkness, attracting his attention. This feeling...has never happened before.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, but Duncan also felt that the breath of the ship had several big ups and downs, like... flickering lights.

While thinking, he lowered his head and looked at the wooden carving of a goat's head on the table: "Do you know what's going on?"

The goat head thought for a while, then shook his head: "Why don't I give you the name of the dish..."

"It won't come in handy at a critical moment." Duncan twitched his mouth, got up, walked around the nautical table, and walked towards the captain's room.

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(End of this chapter)